Long Homesick Poems
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Memories dance across our minds
Day to day memories surround
Stand and look at scenery that astounds
Jolting us into times gone by.
Family, closely followed by places you visit
Always with our forever friend.
Other memories jump the queue
Land of your birth waits to welcome you.
Returning for a visit long overdue
Journey, long and arduous.
Arrival, brings a smile to our faces
Bridge in view, brings homesick feelings.
Onward, onward, signs point the way
Arrival at birthplace, causes laughter
Families, friends, all waiting eagerly
Visits, mealtimes all sorted early.
Where to start, planning is a pleasure
Visit haunts that were treasures.
Breathe the air, so joyful to be here
Now, time to start that fateful journey.
Where you started childhood
Does the home still exist?
Always a welcome on your return
Other visits, lots of sadness.
Stand there looking at concrete and brick ruins
Memory banks start a slide show.
You just sit back as memories wash over you
Voices, laughter, fills the void.
Faces appear clear as day
If only you could touch and have your say.
Time to turn and walk away
Sadness presses itself upon you.
Bump into long lost friends, hugs, and kisses
Hold on tight to your forever friend.
Leaving this place, your heart it aches
Back to where your future called.
Another bridge, clearly seen from the air
Your other Country wants to welcome you.
Confined in a bowl of silver bubbles
human eyes to view, hurled and thrown
round and round, aimless drift in orbits
a prison of luminous water to swim alone
Can I jump.out of my gulping waters
from cocoon, a butterfly waiting to escape
fly out like birds, breathing above water
Can I wade upstream sinking in red tape?
Floating homesick in my isolated world,
zigzag I keep swaying, trapped in glass
thoughts sail a blanket of ocean waves
slithering I pass, freedom in death , Alas!
Dated 14th March 2020
GIF no 3 Orange Goldfish
Sponsor William Kekaula
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Have Gum; Will Not Travel
Forget it! I am not going five thousand miles just
To be bored and homesick. No.
And what am I supposed to do there, besides go broke?
What am I supposed to be looking at anyway?
Why must I take another banal photo at the Eiffel Tower,
With stupid me jumping into the air there like some fool
Who should know better? Paris is filthy! And everyone is mean.
Just like the people and places back home. No! I will not
Spend ten hours on a cramped jet filled with sneezing nostrils,
One or two of which could be terrorists just waiting to strike,
Ready to hijack the plane and drive it murderously into
something made of indestructible steel,
While my nervous stomach knots up with gaseous explosions,
Ready to strike the air at any moment,
worst than any terrorist contraption imaginable.
No! Forget it. Why would I want to travel to some other country,
Just to be constantly miserable and exhausted all the time?
“Okay, there is Westminster Abbey, and oh,
there’s the Thames River floating on by!
Wow! Now what do we do? Should we get a bite to eat?
And then maybe go back to the hotel and sleep? I am dead!”
Then early the next day we must catch a cramped train to Rome,
Where the people are crazy, just like the people back home,
“Okay, this is gnarly.”
My diarrhea is a cross between black oil and kerosene.
Why am I taking this picture,
another typical shot in front of the Leaning Tower?
Am I doing this to put on social media to show my phony friends
What a fabulous time I am having?!
Why of course. I didn’t spend thousands of dollars,
and endure all this misery,
Not to show off my wonderful times in Europe;
Truly a status symbol I treasure with all my heart,
But detested with all my soul in acquiring it.
From time immemorial,
Man has been on an audacious quest,
To unravel the mysteries of life!
Like a mirror that sends back the rays,
Falling on it, never letting them pass through,
Disabling us to see what lies at the other end,
We are hindered by a wall obstructing our perception,
Of things beyond our ephemeral existence.
When breaking the mirror, we will have clearer view,
Of truth that which lies at the other side
Don’t we feel restless even amid splendour,
With an overwhelming longing,
For something, we cannot name,
Like one so homesick with an insatiable thirst
For a home that lies beyond, but cannot see?
Does it not point to the Truth that death is not the end,
But the foundation for something new?
When our bodies are laid to rest,
How I like to think, our souls will be escorted,
By the angels of heaven, the messengers of love
Borne on a warm palanquin,
Made of soft wispy clouds,
Gliding through ether
Listening to lilting melodies,
And falling into a peaceful slumber,
To wake into an afterlife
Extending to countless eons
No more pain, no more suffering!
As blessed spirits, with all cravings stilled,
We will enter radiant,
Into the magnificent portals of heaven.
_______________________________
March. 11.2023
~ PLACED SECOND~
Break the Mirror Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Unseeking Seeker
The hymns of my youth have become a faint sound,
like a train in the distance lost to the night.
This road that I'm on is not homeward bound,
for I have left the path that leads to the right.
I hope my mother will remember my face
and father will forgive all my sins.
As I lay near death in this far away place,
this troubled journey will soon come to an end.
The place where I'm from has it's own charm,
with the smell of wildflowers on the soft summer air.
Rusty tin roofs and broken down barns,
roads lined with fence posts, I'm almost there.
Not much has changed since I've been gone,
I never dreamed Heaven would look like home.
5/8/19
Imagine a lovely garden, tea for two and this story:
The sound of your voice is a soothing balm,
That eases my tension and fills me with calm.
Whenever I'm homesick and feel all alone,
It's the sound of your voice that takes me back home,
To a time when my worries were simple and few,
And my problems, then complex, were just something new;
A thing yet untried and so they confounded,
The heart of a youngster still new and ungrounded,
In matters of managing life in extremes,
And if not for you I'd have lost many things.
It's you that has given me courage to try,
And reach out for a goal and never say die,
And though I gain comfort,
And wisdom in years,
It's the sound of your voice,
I still long to hear.
Judy Ball
(Life - Like A Home Needs Love For It's Foundation.)
For I Fancy Another Sad Poem Contest by Constance LaFrance - Aug.15,2011
Every rotation on your turn-table eye,
Or every buzz that the radio hums:
"Ah, I see, music sings through you.
So no, I know,
I won't be okay."
The green of the frail willow tree I spy,
Or every flash of a sunbeam on the stroll:
"Ah, I see, colours shine through you.
So no, I know,
I won't be okay."
Every frequent meal in this colourless place,
Or a willing treat if I'm likely to steal:
"Ah, I see, sweetness comes with you.
So no, I know,
I won't be okay."
Every second I spend counting hours away
Or hours I spend counting days:
"Ah, I see, my time should be with you.
So no, I know,
I can't see you though.
No, I know,
I won't be okay."
Galaxy of stars supplies
signal event in dark skies.
Tall straight pines birthed as light poles
heavens hallow grown-up roles.
Mirrored in the brook below
current venue ceases flow.
Trees denuded of their leaves
while soon empty forest grieves.
Destined now to carry light
to a busy city's night;
poles' inaugurations move
into town when works approve.
Loudly speaks the jackhammer
amid much-needed clamor;
tearing up pathway's veneer
to create an urban sphere.
Rows of trees, now rows of poles
spaced apart so man controls.
Homesick still for forest fog
they learn to cope via smog.
April 17, 2023
A bit of ekphrasis inspired by a photograph of
the Milky Way highlighting a forest of pines,
Star Dreams by Dasha Kern on Deviant Art.
I find myself always wondering around in the dark
Laying in the road and staring up at the stars
The cold pavement on my back feels like peace
I close my eyes and breathe
I love this place, but I hate my home
Walking through these doors I always feel alone
I forever miss what it was
I feel like I make myself sad and for what?
So I fill up with things I don’t need
Shouldn’t it be easy?
I think I’m almost happy here
My thinking is never clear
Because if it were clear, if it were right
Then I wouldn’t end up laying in the road in the middle of the night
It’s not the dark that I’m wondering to
I’m getting lost looking for what I knew
A happy home with the ones I love
Without my oldest sister and mom, I’m afraid it’ll never be enough
Because they’re gone and I know it every day
And no amount of sympathized words can make it ok
I had an older brother when I was a kid
And he left one day leaving me wondering what I did
But now he’s back after 15 years
I want to open up, but what if he disappears?
I have family and there’s ones I’m close to
But I can’t enjoy their company in the same room
Because they can’t find love for each other
I feel so sad for my sister and brother
And I miss my dad
The best man I know I’ll ever have
And now there’s one thousand two hundred and fifty five miles that prevent me from hugging him
So what am I supposed to do on the days that I just want to be his little girl again?
I love the ten minute phone calls
But I need my dad here, I want it all
I’m only twenty four
Feeling like I’m missing out on things that make life worth living for
When I thought I was making a home for myself
My marriage fell
And dammit, I’m only twenty four
In the middle of a divorce
A daughter and a son
That won’t get to know what it’s like to grow up with parents in love
Another reason I love this place, but I hate my home
I love all of the memories that were grown
But everything leaves me here
And it all disappears
I am so homesick
God am I homesick
But that place no longer exists
With minds like crystal prisms, they shatter light into every spectrum of possibility, foreseeing storms before the first cloud, hearts bruised by premonitions whispered on the wind. Yet, they dance in the rain, a silent symphony of knowing played on a smile, for theirs is the terrible gift of seeing the tapestry of fate woven a thread at a time, even as it pricks their fingers.? Huzefa Nalkheda wala
Hiking up the mountain, in pairs
You and I, just two more
Who settle the moments with hope,
For the tenderness that comes to life
Inside those who can feel
Feel, like you and I…
Laughter, giggling, ambling
Wandering over stones, dark pebbles,
Gravel roads, meant for those,
Who can see beyond the forest’s singing,
Into the poetry, the faith, the need
For silence that assures and agrees,
Feeling just like you and me…
Words fall between the friends,
Moist in the air – like the slow, soft breeze,
Words in rhythms, tones of light,
Feelings, blessing away the past, suspended,
In the hues so bright,
You and I, feeling so alive!
When the rain begins to melt the sugar sweet
Salty skin, trembling, beginning to believe,
We might make our way to our intention…
Only we feel the showers, melting the hours,
Blessings in liquid, spilling over the naked trees,
Spinning stories of lonely, breathing
Light as the shadows deepen, pouring over the soul,
Embracing the moments, assaulting each of us,
Pouring out a cleansing afternoon cloudburst,
Like music, she soothes and comforts…
And, as the pairs of our friends race toward shelter,
I catch my words in the back of my mind,
Not telling you – yet, somehow you can feel my message
In the heart…
As we move slowly beneath the downpour,
Securing our last place in the refuge of our vehicle,
Where the rain falls in sheets on the glass,
Refusing to listen to our wiper’s urgent swabbing,
Almost as immediately as the hand wipes the tear,
Who appears…
When you and I realize, at last, our dream has passed,
And, we’re merely walking among the shadows of the past,
Where floods of memories, like that downpour on the trail,
Sends us back to that place we always meant to forget.
Inside my chest – is that satisfaction or regret?
Never, in a downpour yet, have there been tears so alive,
As this homesick moment has shuddered and died!