Inspiration House Poems

"Maybe I am not very human - what I wanted to do was to paint sunlight on the side of a house. There is a...

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My Grandmother's House!
That country-styled house of yesteryear has gone so fast now a sweet memory of times gone away from me, You could smell the...

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"Morning time to rise and shine."
The two mothers started their
Own chant "MORNING TIME 
THE MOTHERS SAID 
CHILDREN GET OUT OF BED."
The kids protested throwing 
The...

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Not A Word
                      ...

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Sixteen antique serpentine arced gingerbread corners 
delighting the antique seeker who had dreamed of them for years
before they were eventually yet heartily found.
Her heart leaps...

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In the winter I realize 
I became a cat moving from one cozy spot to the next. 
I stretch and lay. 

I watch the snowfall...

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We dream dreams of impossible things 
to realize the limits of our mortality 
we dream of family and friends. 
Of someone to love to have...

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I.
GRAIL OF TIDES

from the brewing storm’s steeping chalice
the breath of death’s journey awakens in quiet tides 
beckoned by the stirring whisper of mortal winds
furrowed by...

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There is a light,
there is a bright light,
it is a guiding light,
a strong beacon,
darkness is afraid of that light,
all points of light shine from it.

This...

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 If the walls didn't shatter my pride,
I'd have been one of a kind,
Ceaseless thoughts I'd have declined,
An empathy for myself I'd have defined.

Thinking why...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Come to the house 
of Jack and Jill
He likes drink
and she likes pills

They argue fight
both night and day
about the bills
that got away

The baby boy
with big...

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My dreamed house
was made with inspiration ...
 I changed clay bricks,
i used verses...
In place of cement,
poetry...
The doors were
borrowed from sonnets,
the windows  made of prose...
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My old homeplace was left to deteriorate
A shambles of disarray showing it’s elderly state
Porch and door gray and weary from the years
Of wind and storm...

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There was a time they were too young…too young to understand.
When their parents told them how they lived in the tallest house in all the...

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