Home Poems

They went home and told their wives,
that never once in all their lives,
had they known a girl like me,
But... They went home.
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Calm is all nature as a resting wheel.
The kine are couched upon the dewy grass;
The horse alone, seen dimly as I pass,
Is cropping audibly his later meal:
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Made homeless from home
Bombed city where though many
Extend an armless arm, find it harder
To hold peace than explosives
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Just Home and Love! the words are small
Four little letters unto each;
And yet you will not find in all
The wide and gracious range of speech
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The moon shimmers in green water.
White herons fly through the moonlight.

The young man hears a girl gathering water-chestnuts:
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Under the wide and starry sky
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.
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So they bought you
And kept you in a
Very good home
Cental heating
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place called "home" is to feel homely,
God's creation standing by to look so lovely,
May be she is with all her elegance,
Everything for sure and no pretence,
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O! say can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming,
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watch'd, were so gallantly streaming?
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I was born to a home
Where every body calls it Mr.X's home
I was married to a Home
Where everybody calls it Mr.Y's home
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'The hot night makes us keep our bedroom windows open.
Our magnolia blossoms.Life begins to happen.
My hopped up husband drops his home disputes,
and hits the streets to cruise for prostitutes,
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Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home;
A charm from the sky seems to hallow us there,
Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere.
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'Tis fine to see the Old World and travel up and down
Among the famous palaces and cities of renown,
To admire the crumblyh castles and the statues and kings
But now I think I've had enough of antiquated things.
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Good-bye, proud world! I'm going home;
Thou art my friend, and I'm not thine.
Long through thy weary crowds I roam;
A river-ark on the ocean brine,
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When voices of children are heard on the green
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast
And everything else is still
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All day, day after day, they're bringing them home,
they're picking them up, those they can find, and bringing them home,
they're bringing them in, piled on the hulls of Grants, in
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A baby's cradle with no baby in it,
A baby's grave where autumn leaves drop sere;
The sweet soul gathered home to Paradise,
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Sojourn, efficacy entrapped within the boundaries
Choreographing the dances of life, like calligraphies

The strokes, beckoned a second look
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Love, we're going home now,
Where the vines clamber over the trellis:
Even before you, the summer will arrive,
On its honeysuckle feet, in your bedroom.
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The tempest calmed after bending the branches of the trees and leaning heavily upon the grain in the field. The stars appeared as broken remnants of lightning, but now silence prevailed over all, as if Nature's war had never been fought.

At that hour a young woman entered her chamber and knelt by her bed sobbing bitterly. Her heart flamed with agony but she could finally open her lips and say, 'Oh Lord, bring him home safely to me. I have exhausted my tears and can offer no more, oh Lord, full of love and mercy. My patience is drained and calamity is seeking possession of my heart. Save him, oh Lord, from the iron paws of War; deliver him from such unmerciful Death, for he is weak, governed by the strong. Oh Lord, save my beloved, who is Thine own son, from the foe, who is Thy foe. Keep him from the forced pathway to Death's door; let him see me, or come and take me to him.'
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It a dream,

A dream of my journey home,
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My tattered home is a friendly home.
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Home is where I'd go
Cause home is where you'd be
Home is all I know
Home is all I see
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America is home to the free and the brave
And also home to immigrants and the slave,
America is also home to many sad and hurt faces
And also home to white supremacists and racists.
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Foreword

This is a poetic eulogy to the outlaw Bonnie Parker.
Including here all the known poems associated with Bonnie,
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Carry me home, carry me home, houses will burn, but you will go home, promise? things will get heavy and so will the stress, bear it for them or me? horrible things to witness, know what witness, the risk involved, what a fatal attraction, fighting for those who can't, red or blue, stand up for you, carry you home, carry you home, tools will rot, machinery will fail, keep a promise to always fight, will you? always do the duty to the best of abilities and valor, nothing is more important than safety, stay safe, can you? therapy can't help those horrid images, your brotherhood will, extreme emotional disturbance, dying is a part of the act, if lucky you will survive, go home for me, will you? carry me home, carry me home, recklessness, family comes first, nothing else really matters, anything? a oddessy to survive, to fight, to help, follow this home in life as only those true can, houses will burn, but you will go home, promise?
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Who knows home?
Who comes from home?
Who are you, loitering here?
Stuck in existence
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I am just a-sittin' here, with my lovely cats.
Perfectly stir-crazy, locked down with all my brats.
Not sure if I'm fittin' in, keepin' to the rule.
The kiddies are mad and bored, home from school.
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STAY HOME

Stay home,
It is a fight,
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