Long Come home Poems
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To lost friends
I have opened the window and inhale the summer
Some of the cottages I see, made of stone and lime are empty, their owners have gone home to their birthplace, where they died waiting for surgery, elderly they died of heart problems and of the dreaded cancer.
Empty houses are a sad sight, bought by those dreaming
of a peaceful retirement, spending time repairing their
homes and drinking red wine at sunset
When illness struck and old age beckoned, they went back where their heart belonged, the pub and the betting shop
what do I know, my home is where I live at the time,
but I do remember a childhood of poverty and need
and child labor.
I'm no longer sure if my youth was a dream or something I have read in books, I sometimes think I have spent too much time reading, or I didn't care about the past of sorrow.
I was in love once, but when rejected I nearly jumped
into the waterfall, but the water was too cold which
tells me my intention was not that profound
Year when abused by an orphanage while waiting for
my mother to come home from the sanatorium
I dreamily think of snow falling gently to go for a walk on overgrown tracks
I stand before you gathered here, honored to pay tribute today,
To the unknown soldier, who typifies all soldiers come what may.
She is a daughter, a mother, a sister, He is a son, a father, a brother,
Willing to step up to protect us all, A soldier, a sailor, aviator or other,
We owe a debt that can never be repaid. No matter how each did roam,
Brave young men and women, many broken, some didn’t come home
.
Life altering actions. The hardship they endured, the horror they saw.
Let us bow our heads and pray there’ll be an end soon, to every war.
True even those that made it home, broken minds heard the doves cry.
They were not properly looked after, some homeless, decided to die.
World leaders and religious heads, join us now, stop ordering them to go.
We are humans put on earth to love one another; this you should know.
If its so important to enlist violence you leaders, step in and have a go.
Take guns, tanks, missiles and land mines, we will all watch the show.
My tribute to the unknown soldier is at an end. May he rest in peace.
And may we all acknowledge the need for all war and fighting to cease.
The day she arrived what a proud mqn i was
Felling as high as the heavens yes i was
My beautiful little daughter all ten fingers and toes
Right down to her cute little button nose
Yes i think back to that glorious day
Thanking god for her on her birth day
She grew up fast before you knew it she was twelve
The happy times i enjoyed watching her grow
Now its time for me to go we both know why
Heartache and sorrow we both cried
Years passed both of us not knowing
Lives we were living paths we had taken
Then after years of emptiness in my heart
My daughter found me and rekindled my life
In a letter she wrote i must have closure
Lets talk things out and think it over
Getting to know one another again
Is the happiest of times ill say it again
Never again will i lose you my precious daughter
Daddys come home amen
Form:
“I just want her to feel like she belongs."
“Don’t worry, she’ll be placed appropriately, focusing mainly on life-skills.”
“Please, no labels, it will only serve to isolate her, the last school—”
“Good news, there’s virtually no more stigma in the school over these types of learners anymore.”
“Then why does she come home crying over mean looks from other kids every other day?”
“Listen, I know it’s been a life-long struggle raising her, and I can’t imagine being in your shoes, but—”
“She is a delight. It’s her environment making the proper accommodations—that’s my struggle!”
“She is certainly a delight, but you can’t deny her disabilities make her much more challenging for us—”
“Deny? Do you think I’m in denial over her disabilities? Never, though I know some parents who are…”
“And so where does that lead us. Would you rather place her in a contained classroom, with intensive ABA therapy, focusing on the skills she will need in the type of jobs she may qualify for in the future? Or would you rather her continue to take her chances floating through gen ed.?”
“Just don’t put a ceiling on her abilities.”
“We’re being realistic s all, by using evidence-based decisions to better your daughter’s chances for success.”
“Success to me is her making a friend, asking to go on a playdate, not putting lids on jars or sitting knee-knee with some school aid drill sergeant.”
“I’m sorry, we’ve ran over our time. The next parent is waiting in the hallway. You mind re-scheduling to finish this?”
“Re-schedule? Again?”
to come home to a mother,
after a long day at school,
to that greeting of love and care,
to a spotless house, and aroma
of food that she makes so well,
to her healing maternal touch,
… those bygone days,
still stay with me…
to drive home to a caring wife,
waiting alone for me at home,
for that hug and kiss, the bond,
that strengthens two souls to be one,
when thoughts and hopes merge,
her thoughts are mine
and mine she knows from before,
.. her never fading smile,
still stay with me.
to be with the bright eyed girl,
my little 5 year old,
the distance from work to home,
felt so, so far far away,
I might have raced my car,
unknown to myself,
then watched her through teenage to
her wedding.. when she left.
..my love for her, and hers for me
still stay with me.
each a mother, like another,
each a glorification of that special
creation- womanhood…
moments pass, time washes days away,
imprinted on my heart and soul,
they stay with me…
forever.
Burnt by love my soul is singed with pain ..
Wish it would rain
Embers of the past keep licking me like fire
nothing can quench the anger that is raging inside
when a woman has been cheated on and stepped on
there is no place to hide...
Destruction becomes her new path and deceit becomes mate
she smiles her ruby lips, Mona Lisa pact induced
deep inside are raging demons of revenge
I find him by the lake peacefully building a Stonehenge
I invite him to come home but he says,
" I rather be alone "
so I sit and stew beneath the hot sun
isn't it sad when love goes awry,
and you find yourself sitting, with a smoking gun !
2025.1.28.
Chinese New Year Eve.
Tonight, all Chinese and Asian,
Busy to celebrate the lunar new year.
The entire house has been thoroughly clean,
From floors to ceilings,
In the cupboards, and on the benches,
New or freshly pressed blankets, linens, clothes and shoes have been chosen.
All these were performed,
To serve as their wishes have been granted,
To receive good luck for the whole year.
Tonight, all the family members,
Come home from all the globe's corner,
Gathering around to share their reunion dinner,
Happy and luckily to meet each other.
Share the nicest meal ever,
The abalone, fish, and a soupy desert,
Made of flour, round in shape...
Writing up to here,
All of a sudden, I feel unease and lonely.
I have had a lovely family.
Which I have already lost for many years.
Happy new year to all Chinese.
My lil lady is sorrowful thinking of what she's done
She calls me whimpering wanting to come home
The psychiatric hospital full of its treatments
Still can never understand the deep darkness
I too been there and sometimes find my way back
To a hate of oneself and why feeling good I lack
I wanna hold her and comfort her to be alright
But im only a mother not a doctor in this fight
I try and give her the mental tools I've used
To help her through this hellish self abuse
I explain its roots with addiction from pain
She says she's numb needs comfort again
But her security blanket is dangerous overall
I will forever dread getting one last call
Of those lights she was seeing being a last time
I ever get to hold her and remind her of life
I hate passing on this mental reaction
Mixed up chemicals our brains are lacking
If one thing i can do in life is hold her hand
With my guidance through this terrible storm
I gladly will do my best to be side by side her
In this maze we will help each other find there
A door once popped open leading me out
Im going back in to save my child from doubt
Another prophet living near the town of Bethel
was enlightened of the events by his sons quite well.
This man determined this stranger as someone to know.
He then asked his sons, “On which road did this prophet go?”
After the sons told him, he said, “Saddle my donkey.”
The Bethel prophet then embarked on a short journey
until he encountered the man from Judah to see.
The prophet from Judah rested under an oak tree.
When asked if he were the man, he replied, “I am he”
The man from Bethel said, “Won’t you please come home with me?
I am also a prophet. An angel came to be
a messenger to instruct to take you home with me.
When we arrive there, we shall eat, drink, and be merry.”
However, this old prophet’s words were mendacity.
When seated at the table, the Lord God then conveyed
words to the Judah prophet because he disobeyed:
“You have not followed my orders in this time you roam.
Therefore, you shall not live long enough to return home.”
The old prophet and his sons helped the man on his way.
However, the Judah man did not get far that day.
As the young prophet journeyed on his way to Zion,
he would be confronted and murdered by a lion.
Passersby on the road then would be able to see
the body of the dead prophet next to the donkey.
Word came to the old prophet and his sons in Bethel.
He and his sons traveled to where the body would dwell.
They brought the body back to be buried in the land
of the Bethel prophet, who would then make this demand:
After I die, bury my remains next to this man.
He was true to the Lord God as one possibly can.
As prophets are, it will be hard to find another.
Therefore, I consider this prophet as my brother.
From the First Book of Kings in the Old Testament
by Robert (Bob) Moore © 1915
The house that I was born in, had a mail slot in the door
no mailbox halfway down the street, mail landed on the floor
you left your door key hanging there, when you went down the shop
you didn’t think of getting robbed, you didn’t need a cop
The policeman he walked round the streets, his beat, it was his pride
and if a crim was on his turf, he would not get inside
the cop was always watching, and his whistle he would blow
and police would come from everywhere, and the criminals would know
There was nowhere for them to hide
a fair cop it would be
and you’d come home, reach through the slot
pull the string, and get your key
It did not even bother you,
you did not even see
they did their job, your safe and sound
and can drink your cup of tea.