Short Habitation Poems

Make good use of your habitation
Find a quiet place for your salvation 
Gather some new inspiration 
And get into the writing sensation...

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Silence of four walls.

Twilight of night  –  in a mirror.

Two friends live here:

Suffering and Loneliness.

They share a meal and habitation with each other,

And together, they knit the grey-mohair sighs....

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Have all the water fountains run dry
Is the land desolate forever 
And what of that great city Jerusalem 
Mount Zion, the habitation of our God.


             W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2022.

              25/4/22...

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When dawns your own world, when
From another's blank horizon
Rises your brother's habitation
Can it be overlooked then?

Stretching with the sympathies
Out from coldness of craters
Approached are the Maker's
Fixed sensibilities....

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Office Arrival 9:30am

Stress is accentuated by the untimely and un-natural demise of a certain pot of liquid whose vicissitudinous qualities are essential for work place co-habitation.  This life's day, as I know it, could be inexplicable altered.

2nd. Of A Series...

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Many briars said the Dutch man on his pathway
Through the lines drawn in the sand when to understand
In moments under the sun we shall run;
The race ahead get shot your dead

Many lines drawn in the sand when to understand
Shades in desperate habitation hence the fall?...

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Heaven's call, my life's melody;
The home of eternal bliss, my care.
Hell's recall, a tearful tragedy;
That habitation of doom, my fear!

Why should I, to endless agony,
Subject this soul of mine so dear?
Oh God forbid I lose my destiny,
To suffer such a loss I cannot bear!...

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When we laugh,moment two moment.
Then the world burns,from us.

How do somebody express happiness?
When in the neighborhood itself,
there is a hatered habitation.

We want,when much more to whom.
That make us cry again.

Why do we love someone?
When love does not even adopt us....

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In a golden Garden that gilters in 
graceful glamour with a gate of 
glints
stretches a stream of stars 
arround sanctuaries and spirits 
that sparkle.
A habitation of Holies with 
hoists of Helium... a heavenly hint:
a world without walls 
where worshipers whirls... 
without a  wrinkle....

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Clear days of old,
Antebellum.
Not too fancy,
Mediocre.
Bright color seen
Perfect warm nest.
Young harmony
Child fairyland

Secondary,
Tall pine in back.
Conspicuous, 
lone pompous rose
Toxic ivy
Marigold patch
Null pottery
Stream overflow
Taste pure water

Ordain infant
Adore always 
Wife trustworthy
True nuptials
Man unyeilding...

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distinct calling styles
marked blue jays’ God-endowed sounds…
forest grand chorale*

*Psalm 104:12 By them shall the fowls of the heaven have their habitation, which sing among the branches. 

January 18, 2021
3rd place, "A Cardinal, Blue Jay, or Chickadee Haiku" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 1/22/2021....

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Gliding, as placid as a sailboat.
Harming, no one.

Mooning, the business of night.
Glaring, the sight of something awesome —
a barely visible silhouette, shimmering.

Doppelgänger-eyes like moons, in the dark,
could spoil the habitation of Loch Ness.

Nessie nestles into her nebulous surroundings.

12/28/2017
Loch Ness Contest...

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Love's Habitation
Within every moment the only way to tell Up from Down is to always focus on the Gravity of the Situation.

The gravity of any second varies depending upon the weight within the Maturity of the Spirits Comprehension.

Our Heavenly Father Abba Yah and Yeshua our King of Kings freely gives Love's understanding to all who earnestly seek Love's Habitation....

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Part of mine never knew the same
when the moon was calling your name
Providence and karmic doors
attractions intention force
Conducted theme of heart
to unite the whole from part
Sight of lovers
reflected silhouettes in colors
Synchronic imagination
invisible sphere inhabitation 
Footprints along soft shore
shared ocean sanctuary core
Stardust and fireflies
souls tanning in loving rays...

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The boborygmous sound I hear
As if a choir has found a habitation in my tummy
My throat so dry, longing for water
The ocean of tears, now like a desert
I can't see, my eyes so edematous
Trying to take a step, the cracks under my feet so painful
Trying to scream, no voice is coming out
All I hear is a whimper if not a whisper
I'm trying to run away, but I'm still on the same spot 
All I'm doing is staggering like a drunkard...

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Ratchet Gentrification 
Sneaky Dislocation 
A People Sank Deeper Into An Abyss of Desperation 
No Lubrication....
In Summation....
Screwed... 
Without Consideration
of The Deprivation of Unaffordable Habitation 
Nostalgic Disintegration 
Of Memories Nesting in the hearts of Generations 
Shameful Demonstration of Humanity...
Straight up Insanity...
Sad to Say
Failure to Realize Damage Done Today...
Create a Price Future Offspring Will Pay.......

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I am a mouse, black as a shadow 
I may enter your house
I am a mouse
 I search first for shelter and habitation 
I then nibble tear up and ravish and destruct
 I gnall and munch and eat off your food
 I can make you do a funky dance when you enter the room 
I can't be germy and nasty if given a chance 
Did I mention and tell you we can come together and dance
 I am a mouse


1/15/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021...

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Listen to poem:

Vagabond Conquistadors
David J Walker

Having wept
	And slept
At the bottom of the canyon
I’ve become the climber 
	Of mountains

Where I may see for myself
	The residents of the clouds
And find that 
It is a lonely place
	Unaccustomed to the resonances 
Of habitation as

It moves on
Without the vagabond 
conquistadors
Claiming clouds 
in the name of Christ

I have flown and fallen twice
For the believers of fables who  
Know only what the hear on Earth...

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The  barren brown  desert, 
Seemingly  empty of life, 
Soap  trees  staring  silently at  the  sun, 
Everything  smells  burned  and  blasted. 

“Satan’s  solarium”  people say it  is, 
My  tongue  is swollen due  to  lack  of  water, 
My  dehydrated  liver shutting  down, 
My  skin  feels  scraped  by  sandpaper, 

The  remains  of the  camp  fire, 
Is  the  only  evidence  of  past  habitation, 
Getting  separated  from  my team, 
Was  the  last  thing  I  wished,...

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Today I went to live
In a poem chalked of chimes
To taste some reveries in situ
I sought to find in hidden rhyme.

A heart throbbing
With anguished strain
Fire lit by some heated
Embers in the sooty brain.

Piercing with the mind
To observe and let pose
A spider gliding
Gossamer web of its dreams
Framed in a pivoted repose.

A house for habitation
Woven out of itself
Stretched in a triangle
Contemplating for
Other dimension
Beyond rational aims
Of living and dying....

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All things bright and beautiful.
All creatures great and small.
All things wise and wonderful.
The Lord God made them all.

Cecil Frances Alexander

DARLINGS

darlings you have my attention
your convention in the pines
starlings in numeration
after sunrise...after sunrise
your whirling murmuration
has my adoration
my ears incline...they incline
i open my door’s habitation
an invitation to see you glide
why hide my smile inside

2/23/2021...

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In the depths of the forest

I feel its eldritch heart,

Deep down in the forest

I feels its harm,

Yet in the depths of the forest

You can still feel its peace,

Still feel the primordial power that sleeps

Deep down within the heart of every tree,

We need to make a stand as a humanity,

To save and protect the eldritch wood

A world without forests is a world no good

For human habitation, so don't let it be misunderstood

Human life depends on leaf, sap and wood....

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a heart …
is meant for a
far better habitation -
for a chest
that garners gold
and laurels …
and a coursing
of benevolence and bounty,
not blight …
so why?
perhaps it thrums 
to weed the world of wonder -
to set against
what’s truly worthy,
or bespeak
what dark things I am …
perhaps, just
to assure the Universe
it is not infallible -
to remind others
of all that I once was,
and to remind me
of all that I am NOT …
all I had wished
(in quiet corners of the day) …
to be....

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