No place like home
upon the lakes of dawn
the winds feel like life
the smells of hearth and lawn
A clandestine kiss
revelation’s forthright song
a decision far-reaching
an attempt to right wrong
There’s no place like home
fear tingles my fingertips
tears like ponds in the sunshine
of my eyes
with home there is no leaving
but a warm place for goodbyes
I failed to look down
the roads I’ve boldly tread
a stride borne of pride
grasping the small moments
a difficult craft to master
for one such as I
There is no place like home, you see
the handsome times of old
the youthful courage once possessed
burned down walls so I could roam
I feel the smiles
and whispered emotions
the children who are of me
nostalgia clings to everything
occupies my current eternity
the rains eventually will cease
we will not suffer loss
nor bear anger
We follow the way known at birth
from before and after
Recite the tales of blood and love
with bread and butter and honeycomb
home is where our hearts
are most often broken
and there is no place like home
I have seen daedelus soar in her moment moshing within it’s love pit and of icarus who found himself a freebird in the same place only to end as tragedy fallen.
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And when tragedy falls it makes a big mess
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you wouldn’t have on the grin of hope with that statemet now would ya?
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I plead the fifth
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will you forgive me being a smart-bottom and asking which flavor fifth? I have a youtube going on the manufacture of the thirties era princess royal class steam locomotive so as i know of nothing quite so british as a fifth of something scrumpy, would that be a fifth of some somerset apple cider? a lil of that kingston black? for the studyi of kettle iron? a steam train is but a kettle 😀 shall we call it black? it’s an easy search – steam train manufacture a black and white picture of a set of train wheels. sixteen minutes ish long. it isn’t up because i’m as steamy as you think for sexy steam punk tech – but something i found on sand casting iron/steel. i wanted to know more about cast iron pans and found that and later found the moder grills of get wet in our suburban fantasies back yard with our grills? well, i’ll likely never afford half that stuff but i can spend twice as much making one? 😉 it’s kinda like a curse that- to truly wish to discover is a trip down the aisle never on sale. it’s called discovery.
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You are a trip my friend!😁
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Olde Punk/RamJet Poetry
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The poem is outstanding. You are a amazing writer.
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Bless yo, many thanks
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“Home is a feeling you’ll know when you’re there…” Great Poem!
Dwight
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Indeed. Thanks Dwight!
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