Long Poems About Home
#home
In the Shadow of St. Bernadine’s
Those are tombstones in this graveyard,
And here they don't believe in evergreens
As headstones are dead,
Horizontal and bloody, red;
Only tombstones have that hollow ring.
They go off like the Bells of San Bernardine's
At noon, Vespers at eve;
It's really beautiful
But there's no Jordan River here and
Meadowbrook Park's no Garden of Gethsemane.
It’s San Bernardino,
Old motels and railroads,
A dry riverbed, and
La Madrina in the window.
It’s a wailing ghost show,
Weeds and weeping widows. ...
And here they don't believe in evergreens
As headstones are dead,
Horizontal and bloody, red;
Only tombstones have that hollow ring.
They go off like the Bells of San Bernardine's
At noon, Vespers at eve;
It's really beautiful
But there's no Jordan River here and
Meadowbrook Park's no Garden of Gethsemane.
It’s San Bernardino,
Old motels and railroads,
A dry riverbed, and
La Madrina in the window.
It’s a wailing ghost show,
Weeds and weeping widows. ...
#home
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Ten years after the statement TW:SA
#strength
#hope
#home
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Mother
Some nights I am the poem,
I am the lines broken in rhythm,
I am the song spoken someone hears,
I, here, right here, bowl over,
in a vessel of my own historic ache,
and I wear in red,
I wear it through in gold,
it drips from me in ounces
until the floor is a wonderland tsunami -
and I acknowledge the ways I rung
myself and rung her out again,
version on version to better suit
the version I wanted to see of you,
that's how I loved you,
that's how I know love's name,
as a chameleon,
who paints their...
I am the lines broken in rhythm,
I am the song spoken someone hears,
I, here, right here, bowl over,
in a vessel of my own historic ache,
and I wear in red,
I wear it through in gold,
it drips from me in ounces
until the floor is a wonderland tsunami -
and I acknowledge the ways I rung
myself and rung her out again,
version on version to better suit
the version I wanted to see of you,
that's how I loved you,
that's how I know love's name,
as a chameleon,
who paints their...
#mother
#home
#hurt
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Worthless Tenants
Chapter 1
Electricity Bills
Mr. Perry brought some important issues to the attention of the worthless woman who shared the house with him. Firstly, he talked about the electricity bills. He said that the utility company had his wife’s phone number and the company had been sending the electricity bills to her phone, but that edition of the electricity bills only showed the total amount that was to be paid and the due date. Mrs. Perry and her husband could not rely on that insufficient information to pay the electricity bills.
The woman shared electricity...
Electricity Bills
Mr. Perry brought some important issues to the attention of the worthless woman who shared the house with him. Firstly, he talked about the electricity bills. He said that the utility company had his wife’s phone number and the company had been sending the electricity bills to her phone, but that edition of the electricity bills only showed the total amount that was to be paid and the due date. Mrs. Perry and her husband could not rely on that insufficient information to pay the electricity bills.
The woman shared electricity...
#children
#parent
#wife
#home
#money
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Miss Nelson
Miss Nelson was an old widow who resided alone in a small house by the sea in Port Henderson. She was a peaceful and quiet person. Moreover, she did not have many friends and she kept to herself most of the times. Her next-door neighbour had a bar at the front of his yard and at nights, the loud music and the noisy drunkards caused a disturbance. The noise affected Miss Nelson, but she did not say anything about it to the owner of the bar. A particular old man who was a regular customer at the bar used to bother Miss Nelson. On weekends, he would go to her yard when he is drunk and repeatedly...
#home
#sea
#night
#music
#curse
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Mood Swing Ep#12: Morning Glory
a dutiful woman you are...housewife material
beautiful on levels beneath the surface
yet still smeared with a
whorish ambiance that drifts just beneath
the pitch of the King's English
your body language languishes in sex
i peep your ass-to-waist-ratio
swerving under that granny apron with the flower print
got this persuasive pervert fixated on you
while you fix me breakfast
fantasizing on how many ways
i can fingerprint your mind and body with my vulgar
imagination
so...how about...
beautiful on levels beneath the surface
yet still smeared with a
whorish ambiance that drifts just beneath
the pitch of the King's English
your body language languishes in sex
i peep your ass-to-waist-ratio
swerving under that granny apron with the flower print
got this persuasive pervert fixated on you
while you fix me breakfast
fantasizing on how many ways
i can fingerprint your mind and body with my vulgar
imagination
so...how about...
#love
#lust
#wife
#sex
#home
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Judith's Place
On a brisk September evening many years ago, I remember visiting my grandmother's house on the island. Fall seemed to be peeking around the trees. The once forest green door on her front porch was chipping paint, revealing an orange rust. As I opened the door to enter, the worn-out hinges moaned a crackling tale. I felt I was witnessing the history of how many visitors, guests, and loved ones had walked through that very door.
I could hear a woman humming to a Willie Nelson song, the sound sweeping in on the fresh evening breeze. The recognizable smell of spices and herbs welcomed...
I could hear a woman humming to a Willie Nelson song, the sound sweeping in on the fresh evening breeze. The recognizable smell of spices and herbs welcomed...
#childhood
#family
#home #memories
#home #memories
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"home"
home;
i don't even know....
it's not what it seems;
it's not the place one wishes
it could be....
home;
an illusion of stability;
a place where most would"kill" to be;
the rug underneath one's feet-
snatched away from lack of "currency" or due to dependency....
home....
...
i don't even know....
it's not what it seems;
it's not the place one wishes
it could be....
home;
an illusion of stability;
a place where most would"kill" to be;
the rug underneath one's feet-
snatched away from lack of "currency" or due to dependency....
home....
...
#LifeStruggles
#home
#environment
#HumanRights
#FeelingTrapped
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disaster # 4673
Ceilings and walls of tenuous sleep
Blankets are a thin
Membrane
Against the noise
And the chaos
And the cold
Yesterday, sunlight and commercial
Music at the mall, where
Those of disposable means are
Casually tossing coins,
To the metallic yap of a
Plastic toy dog
I see them,
Groomed and adorned,
Having learned and strove
Through the capitalist systemic
Calculus
Of have and wont and woe,
I admire them
That perseverance,
That sharp toothed priority
Of self and those whose well...
Blankets are a thin
Membrane
Against the noise
And the chaos
And the cold
Yesterday, sunlight and commercial
Music at the mall, where
Those of disposable means are
Casually tossing coins,
To the metallic yap of a
Plastic toy dog
I see them,
Groomed and adorned,
Having learned and strove
Through the capitalist systemic
Calculus
Of have and wont and woe,
I admire them
That perseverance,
That sharp toothed priority
Of self and those whose well...
#anxiety
#family
#LifeStruggles
#home
#LifeChangingMoment
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Two-thirds of a tin of gloss paint
Two-thirds of a tin of gloss paint
seeped, unchecked, all over our landing carpet;
leaked through the railings
and trickled down the stairs.
Once a busy mass of browns
with a pattern purloined from a public house,
rivulets of paint turned our carpet white
and now the air turned blue.
It's not clear how the tin was dislodged
but I discovered the catastrophe
when I trod in something squelchy
while making my way downstairs.
I'd left two tins of paint stacked there
along with sandpaper,...
seeped, unchecked, all over our landing carpet;
leaked through the railings
and trickled down the stairs.
Once a busy mass of browns
with a pattern purloined from a public house,
rivulets of paint turned our carpet white
and now the air turned blue.
It's not clear how the tin was dislodged
but I discovered the catastrophe
when I trod in something squelchy
while making my way downstairs.
I'd left two tins of paint stacked there
along with sandpaper,...
#LifeStruggles
#home
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An Odyssey
An Odyssey
A fiery necklace of jade stretches down her throat during their goodbye kiss. When he boards the gangplank the beads sink into her navel where they ignite. She says, “If you come back maimed I will take care of you. If what you saw haunts you, I’ll exorcise your demons with my touch. If you return to me as a corpse I will keep fresh roses on your grave. But please give Agamemnon this note I wrote for you that you are married to a woman who will surely perish of heartbreak if you come home in a casket.”
“He would call me a coward.”
“Be my lovely coward. Go...
A fiery necklace of jade stretches down her throat during their goodbye kiss. When he boards the gangplank the beads sink into her navel where they ignite. She says, “If you come back maimed I will take care of you. If what you saw haunts you, I’ll exorcise your demons with my touch. If you return to me as a corpse I will keep fresh roses on your grave. But please give Agamemnon this note I wrote for you that you are married to a woman who will surely perish of heartbreak if you come home in a casket.”
“He would call me a coward.”
“Be my lovely coward. Go...
#love
#marriage
#war
#home
#responsibility
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Wanna come home
I wouldn't mind dying
If only it'd
bring me closer to the truth
And Id be lying
If I told you
I could somehow
make it through
I wouldn't be here
if I said
I never would
But you know
Least I can say
Ive done all that I could
Taking all of the bad
Hoping to make it good
Getting back to your love
And all That its made of
If you could reverse the hurt,
could you?
If you heard the tears here on earth?
Would you ? ...
If only it'd
bring me closer to the truth
And Id be lying
If I told you
I could somehow
make it through
I wouldn't be here
if I said
I never would
But you know
Least I can say
Ive done all that I could
Taking all of the bad
Hoping to make it good
Getting back to your love
And all That its made of
If you could reverse the hurt,
could you?
If you heard the tears here on earth?
Would you ? ...
#strength
#hope
#inspirational
#home
#emotions
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