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~~~home is where the heart is in my residents is always in with God
4/24/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
Coming independent
Home is where the heart is
Always striving to be better
Mastering the art of life
Passing strengths to others
They say, home is where the heart is.
But, what of those who carry their heart,
Never to leave it behind?
Nomads forever are they.
Her eyes
Like the beacon to her soul
they guide me home
Home is where the heart is
As the owner of my heart
to be with her is home
home is where the heart is
I spewed forth my guts
laid open the treasure chest
and offered up the crown jewels
while the swine cast
their dung in the entrails
"Home is where the heart is"
Happiness is found here
Haven of harmony
Hurts heal with love and care
Hope fills the dome, helps build
Healthy relationships ~
Heaven tasted on earth.
Home is where the heart is, home is where the love is
Love's the greatest emotion known, that ain't no myth
Surpasses ice cream sundaes
Or gloomy bloody Mondays
Home is the cuddliest place to sit with a naked nymph
Home is where the heart is, home is where the love is
Love's the greatest emotion known, that ain't no myth
Surpasses ice cream sundaes
Or gloomy bloody Mondays
Home is the cuddliest place to sit with a naked nymph
Home is where the heart is, home is where the love is
Love's the greatest emotion known, that ain't no myth
Surpasses ice cream sundaes
Or gloomy bloody Mondays
Home is the cuddliest place to sit with a naked nymph
If home is where the heart is,
Then I must truly be at home with you,
Because my heart longs to be with you from here on out.
If home is where my heart is,
Then forever shall my heart be with you,
Because I only feel most at home when I am with you.
( I sure do "heart" america's heartland!)
Iowa heart land
spring's Redbreast, summer corn rows
fall harvest, winter tableaus
For Brian Strand's Poetry of the Noun contest
And for Skat's MY LAND IS MY HOME Poetry Contest
People say, “Home is where the heart is,”
If that's true then I am never home
Because you stole my heart
And now I am homeless
You stole my heart and lost it the next day
I have been trying to find it again for years
But I think I might just have to build a new home.
Broken homes,
Broken places.
Can’t escape,
No empty spaces.
Standing on the edge.
Contemplating goodbye.
In a home in the city,
I see her cry.
If home is where the heart is,
Then why do so many say goodbye?
Cause broken homes and broken places,
Disintegrate to empty spaces.
Always in black, Fr. McShane
raises cathedral hands and intones,
‘our brother is finally home.’
Absolved of the fight to contain
a lifetime of tears
in this ceremonial splendor
I just have to wonder.
His Nikes are ‘home’
in the walk-in closet,
aren’t they?
©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
August 31, 2012
Home is Where the Heart is
swimming within
your lovely eyes,
I shall make my way,
so downwardly...
and going through
your bloodstream
I'm breathless in
this splendid dream,
stopping now, I make
for myself a good home
deep inside of your heart,
where surely we'll never part
5-3-09
Form:
this is not my home I'm just passing by i have no place to call my own and nowhere to reside we're then shall I lay my weary head from time and time to pass i shall tread this lonely road's till death comes and claims my soul i will have one thought in my mind soon i will attain that i desire most for home is where the heart is
Where you come, where you go; Where you stay, where you grow. Home is where the heart is, in a literal sense. Cuz' without a home, what is a family but a broken safety net.
With Practice and patience this family can rise to greatness. Home from school, home from war; When your with your family your home forevermore.
They say home is where the heart is
But you have flown across an ocean
You're something I'm blessed to miss
We will make it through all of the commotion
But when I come home, I'm never letting you go
When you're back in my arms, I'll be home again I know
A year from home is a lot, my dear
I'm homesick and all I can do is text you, I fear
When I look at you,
I remember our
First kiss, out first hug,
The first time you looked at me.
When I look at you my heart
Beats a million miles an hour,
When you look at me
My heart races uncontrollably,
And it skips beats.
When I look at you,
My heart finds it's home.
You know they said,
"Home is where the heart is."
I LOVE YOU BABY!!
Always~N~Forever,
Briana Lynn
At home? But feeling homely, not homely
Why? How? or maybe where?
Home is where the heart is, right?
Feeling a little restless
Energy is abundant, so I must go
In search of a homely place
So away, far away, I go
To a beautiful place of refuge and belonging
Like Jimi, on to London to get put on
Yonder, I must go, for what I thought was not at home
They say "home is where the heart is"
But that's not always so
They say "home is where you're happy"
I shake my head and say "no"
They say "when you're with your family,
home is never far"
But what's the point of being "home"
if they change who you are
Home is somewhere without boundaries
Home is somewhere calm
Home is knowing without asking
Home's where you belong
Form:
MISSISSIPPI MAGNOLIA
Home is where the heart is
That's what they always say;
Well, my heart is Mississippi's,
In the most profoundest way;
It's who I am
It's what I like,
It's everything to me;
A Mississippi Magnolia girl
Is ALL I'll EVER be.
2008 Patricia Neely-Dorsey
from Reflections of a Mississippi Magnolia-A Life in Poems
#Mississippi #mississippipoems
I climbed to the top of the pile of hearts
Marching softly over each quivering mass
As I ascended, I crushed each thought bubble
Eliminating doubt
Continuing up a sheltered path that swallowed my shadow
Stepping over wild flowers that knew I was coming
I was visited by awareness
If I vaulted from this pile I could fly
I leapt, soaring with a new sensation
Of possessing my own wings
In the present moment,
my body can't be at home.
But home is where the heart is,
my heart is there, when I roam.
Currently on an important mission,
to make right, from what is wrong.
An ambassador of America, I become,
encouraging a country, to be strong.
Underneath there truly lies,
a hard sacrifice in what I do.
In my very being, I remind myself,
people deserve freedom like I do.
If home is where the heart is
My home lies far away
Though I may live in Illinois
Returning home's my goal some day
For now I bide my time and wait
Until the coast is clear and bright
And on that day I'll sail away
To live a life that's pure, upright
In her embrace, deep in my soul
She takes me home to grassy knoll
And beckons me with soft refrains
Come back again, your love remains