Short Charity Begins At Home Poems

Like father  like  the  son.
Like  mother like  the son.
I  behave  like mum,
i  think  like  daddy.
charity begins  at  home....

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In aid of a jumbo sale,
I turned out some cans of ale.
‘I’ll drink these,’ I said.
‘And give them my bread -
‘Although it’s a little stale.’


I wouldn't really LOL...

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I don’t put all my eggs in the same basket,some eggs are at home in a separate bucket,my home is first for me then going things to other baskets,my charities to begin at my home,isn’t it?...

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I have traveled to and fro
To know that there is no place
Like home Sweet home
Charity begins at home because
You're a strange native to other
Natives home Sweet home
Home is an asset so a man
Without a good home is a
Grown stranger to his people
Your home is your origin
Your birthplace is a turning point
Home Sweet home...

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WHAT HAS HAPPENED
So, just what has happened to the old saying "charity begins at home"At this flamin' rate, I will be living in the shed with the garden gnomes
Indiana Shaw . . . 

"At least the gnomes have a home, to go home to" . . . : /

"Hey, they have a wood stove, it's really quite cool" . . . ; )...

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Charity begins at home 

You can't repair another
Man's home when 
Your home is not fixed

This has been the problems
In the world
Political decisions are 
Neither far from this issue 

Those who gave us freedom
Has a skeleton in their cupboard

They got issues at home 
Yet they want deal with 
Our life in Africa 

I begin to wonder 
Whose ass got no  
Cos I believe 
Charity begins at home...

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Tongues as cymbals
Or sounding brass
What you believe
Is but one small path
You may aspire to greater heights
But that will not allow you to advance
In your God's eyes
Love yourself
Not in a lustful way
Love your neighbour 
With all your heart
Embrace your enemy 
The same.
It is in love 
Where the human meets the divine
And in that moment
Heaven's gates open
Knock with love 
And they will open to you....

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They perhaps exported it so much,
Little’s left for them to vow or vouch—
A tragic bit of truth
For a country past youth,
Count on them still to kiss back old touch.
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Tongue-in-cheek |13.01.2021|
Topic: humour, happenings
Poet’s note: USA, the self-appointed global exporters of democracy was on the verge of civil war. It has been always too ready to pontificate the world and to export democratic sermons. It is time they learn, charity begins at home....

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