They Went Home

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. They said my house was licking clean, no word I spoke was ever mean, I had an air of mystery, But... They went home.

Calm Is All Nature As A Resting Wheel

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: Dark is the ground; a slumber seems to steal O'er vale, and mountain, and the starless sky. Now, in this blank of things, a harmony, Home-felt, and home-created, comes to heal That grief for which the senses still supply Fresh food; for only then, when memory

Autumn River Song

The moon shimmers in green water. White herons fly through the moonlight. The young man hears a girl gathering water-chestnuts: into the night, singing, they paddle home together. Li T'ai-po tr. Hamil

A Child's Reflection

Made homeless from home Bombed city where though many Extend an armless arm, find it harder To hold peace than explosives In a napalmed land Where arms are more expensive Than human hands.As home bred exile I learn to follow safety through blood on the road lit flashed by bomb-light,

Home And Love

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 Two more so tenderly complete: When angels talk in Heaven above, I'm sure they have no words more sweet Than Home and Love. Just Home and Love! it's hard to guess

Requiem

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. This be the verse you grave for me; 'Here he lies where he longed to be, Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.'

The Dog Lovers

So they bought you And kept you in a Very good home Cental heating TV A deep freeze A very good home- No one to take you For that lovely long run- But otherwise

A Place Called

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, Gently spoken words I hear, Sounds like music in my ear, Shivering cold run in spine, As if showing drunken state caused by wine,

Defence Of Fort Mchenry (Stars And Stripes Forever)

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? And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there - O! say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,

Searching For A Name

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 And refers me As Mr.Z's wife I became a mother They call me as someone's mother I brought home A daughter-in-law

Homecoming

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 trucks, in convoys, they're zipping them up in green plastic bags, they're tagging them now in Saigon, in the mortuary coolness they're giving them names, they're rolling them out of the deep-freeze lockers — on the tarmac at Tan Son Nhut the noble jets are whining like hounds, they are bringing them home - curly heads, kinky-hairs, crew-cuts, balding non-coms

'To Speak Of Woe That Is In Marriage'

'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, free-lancing out along the razor's edge. This screwball might kill his wife, then take the pledge. Oh the monotonous meanness of his lust... It's the injustice... he is so unjust- whiskey-blind, swaggering home at five. My only thought is how to keep alive.

Children Of The Street

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; Usually barefooted with low self-esteem; Begging, and rummaging through garbage for thrown-away foods to assuage pangs of hunger; Oftentimes feeling cold that comes from being sickly; Sleeping or indulging in cheap cocktails of toxic sedatives at the dark corners of the street:

Home, Sweet Home

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. Home, home, sweet, sweet home! There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home! An exile from home, splendor dazzles in vain; Oh, give me my lowly thatched cottage again! The birds singing gayly, that come at my call -

Nurse's Song (Innocence)

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 Then come home my children the sun is gone down And the dews of night arise Come come leave off play, and let us away Till the morning appears in the skies

Love, We'Re Going Home Now

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. Our nomadic kisses wandered over all the world: Armenia, dollop of disinterred honey: Ceylon, green dove: and the YangTse with its old Old patience, dividing the day from the night.

A Baby's Cradle With No Baby In It

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, The body waiting here.

* Ignorance *

Sojourn, efficacy entrapped within the boundaries Choreographing the dances of life, like calligraphies The strokes, beckoned a second look Illuminated with flashes of nuke Chapters and plots changed hands Flock of thoughts flowed tearlessly beyond close range Lives perished out of humans' faults

The Mothering Blackness

She came home running back to the mothering blackness deep in the smothering blackness white tears icicle gold plains of her face She came home running She came down creeping here to the black arms waiting now to the warm heart waiting rime of alien dreams befrosts her rich brown face

Good-Bye

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, Long I've been tossed like the driven foam; But now, proud world! I'm going home. Good-bye to Flattery's fawning face; To Grandeur with his wise grimace; To upstart Wealth's averted eye;