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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.
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:
Made homeless from home
Bombed city where though many
Extend an armless arm, find it harder
To hold peace than explosives
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
The moon shimmers in green water.
White herons fly through the moonlight.
The young man hears a girl gathering water-chestnuts:
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.
So they bought you
And kept you in a
Very good home
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,
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?
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
In their faces a colourless gaping of life's adversity:
the hopeless grief of a hellish existence;
Malnourished, starving, filth and olfactory horrors;
Their humiliating nothingness clothed in rags;
'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,
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.
'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.
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
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
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.
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,
Sojourn, efficacy entrapped within the boundaries
Choreographing the dances of life, like calligraphies
The strokes, beckoned a second look
Home is where I'd go
Cause home is where you'd be
Home is all I know
Home is all I see
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.
This is a poetic eulogy to the outlaw Bonnie Parker.
Including here all the known poems associated with Bonnie,
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?
Who knows home?
Who comes from home?
Who are you, loitering here?
Stuck in existence
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.
I want to warn those who want to bring the broken into their home.
There will be shock and awe in your home.
Some have never tasted the food that comes from a real home.
Some have never been embraced from the love of a home.
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