At Night
Home, home from the horizon far and clear,
Hither the soft wings sweep;
Flocks of the memories of the day draw near
The dovecote doors of sleep.
Oh which are they that come through sweetest light
Of all these homing birds?
Which with the straightest and the swiftest flight?
Your words to me, your words!
poem by Alice Meynell
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My Childless Home
i have a home, not just a house,
you may disagree, but it is a home to me.
my heart longs for it
and my body likes to sleep with it.
i have this home and you may see it
and feel it, like it is your home,
but then you may complain,
there is no sound of a child yawning,
or a kid playing with his toys,
there is none in my home, but it is the sweetest home
i ever had, a simple home, with windows and doors,
a wife serving me dinner, only for the two of us
a table, two plates, two cups,
a set of spoons, a hot soup, and a happy
conversation.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Jolly Street (w/Jazz Passengers)
slow birds
no breeze
iron hearts
rust in streams
long march
small crimes
soft words
whisper
it's time to come home - your eyes
to bring back - your charms
to sit real still
in my arms
clocks tick
trees pound
lions roar
on empty streets
long lists
in black and white
(s h h) red words
that read like the fourth of July
you're home
uhuh, you're home, in my arms
song performed by by Jeff Buckley
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Welcome Home You
Welcome Home You i'm glad to see your alright
Welcome Home You how was the drive and flight
Welcome Home You was it rough over there
Welcome Home You my love had traveled and brought you home
Welcome Home You my knight returning from war
Welcome Home You my heart forever more
Welcome Home You, Don't leave again
Welcome Home You i'm alone until i hear the knock at the door
Goodbye You you won't be home anymore
poem by Ashley Light
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Home
Written by: tim james, steven mcclintock and marc mancina
Home
The child in my eyes
Stares sometimes
When I was so much younger
Home
A place in the sun
Where memories run
I close my eyes and there I am
Home
The love remains
Through all the years
Through all the change
The sweetest dreams
Ive ever known
Are those of you
And those of home
Time
The turn on a page
The love someone needs
When we were there together
Steal where ever I go
Deep in my soul
A part of me is always there
Home
The love remains
Through all the years
Through all the change
The sweetest dreams
Ive ever known
Are those of you
And those of home
When you smile
And hold me in your arms
Sometimes for the moment
Im that child again
Home
The love remains
Through all the years
Through all the change
The sweetest dreams
Ive ever known
Are those of you
And those of home
Are those of you
And those of home
song performed by by Tiffany
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Ill Come Runnin
Its been such a long time
Since I havent seen your face.
Theres a tear on your cheek
Where your smile used to be cause Im going away.
We had such a good time,
Though we knew this day might come.
So when you hold me tonight, squeeze a little tighter
cause in the morning, Ill be gone.
And, I tell you, baby, now, I might be long.
But, Ill come runnin.
Ill come runnin home.
Ill come runnin home to you.
Ill come runnin (Ill come runnin).
Ill come runnin home (Ill come).
Ill come runnin home to you.
Its already 5 am.
We havent got much sleep just yet.
Sun is rising.
I wish I could make time stand still.
I look in your eyes, now, love and I dont know what to say.
The words, the words.
And if you say youll wait me for me, now, I know youll try.
But, Ill come runnin.
Ill come runnin home.
Ill come runnin home to you, you.
I will come runnin home (Ill come runnin).
Ill never leave you alone, girl (Ill come).
Ill always come runnin home to you. you.
I (Ill come runnin) (Ill come)
I will, I will, I will,
I will come home and Ill always come home right to you.
(Ill come runnin)
No matter what I did, no matter what I do. (Ill come)
Ill always. Ill always come runnin home.
Ill always come runnin home to you.
Ill come runnin. Ill come. Ill come runnin. Ill come.
song performed by by Hootie & The Blowfish
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Swim Submerged
FLYING flocks travel in flight,
another faulkner puts down his
shovel, and writes, writes, and
writes,
spare me the out cry,
spare me the empty familiar,
spare me muddled spirits,
and write the words with your
own red blood,
FLYING flocks travel in flight,
sextan turns up, with her freind
plath, and they both begine to
write, write, and write, yippee,
says the words, for these words
will end up in a paper back book.
poem by David Gerardino
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Famous Last Words
Famous last words
By dickey betts, mike lawler and johnny cobb
(c) 1980 emi blackwood music inc., pangola publishing company and
Milene music, inc.
Famous last words, Ill be right back in a little while,
Ill be home early, famous last words.
Here comes the dawn, got to be headin home in a little while,
Shell be up singing along with the birds,
Still believing famous last words.
Chorus:
After all is said and done,
You know that I would never do you no wrong,
I never lied, never even tried,
Even in famous last words.
She sits there waiting, anticipating his return,
There all alone, if only the phone would ring,
Telling her only one thing, famous last words.
Chorus
song performed by by Allman Brothers Band
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Wings In The Night
Now in the soft spring midnight
There's rush of wings and whirr,
Birds flying softly, swiftly;
The night's a-flutter, a-stir.
Home by the bitter seas,
They have sped home together.
So glad to be coming home
To the grey hills, the grey weather.
Calling and calling softly
One lights by the window-pane:
The rook, weary with building,
Turns to his sleep again.
Ere ever the moor-hens wake
And the wild duck come in,
The birds are about the house
With a long call and thin.
They have wakened the wood-pigeon
To make her plaintive moan,
The wood-pigeon lamenting
For sorrows not her own.
Oh, they are never birds,
But souls of men on the wind,
Seeking the mother's breast,
The heart that is soft and kind.
Souls of the Irish dead,
Flown from the fields of slaughter,
Home to the mother's arms
Over the wild grey water.
poem by Katharine Tynan
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Jolly Street
(music by curtis fowlkes, lyrics by ray dobbins and roy nathanson)
From the 1994 jazz passengers album in love.
Slow birds
No breeze
Iron hearts
Rust in streams
Long march
Small crimes
Soft words
W h I s p e r
Its time to come home - your eyes
To bring back - your charms
To sit real still
In my arms
Clocks tick
Trees pound
Lions roar
On empty streets
Long lists
In black and white
(s h h) red words
That read like the fourth of july
Youre home
Uhuh
Youre home
In my arms
song performed by by Jeff Buckley
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Before My Eyes
I see before my eyes the wonderful words,
Speak them around the mouth to sustain,
So that meanings are clear to the birds.
I saw so many reasons to master and also afterwards,
Seen so many sessions of praise of this book to attain,
I see before my eyes the wonderful words.
Created and longed for, the books and pages are blizzards,
Looking for times so tight with sin again,
So that meanings are clear to the birds.
May we attain longevity when we read books backwards,
Leaning against the wall to hasten the air plane,
I see before my eyes the wonderful words.
Pleasing us one way is like living a way of life with hazards,
Leading is a disease of words, so frightening for after pain,
So that meanings are clear to the birds.
Can the heraldry of our country be the same innards,
Liking this sign captures the books’ meanings from the brain,
So that meanings are clear to the birds,
I see before my eyes the wonderful words.
poem by Naveed Akram
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If I Get Home On Christmas Day
(words & music by tony macaulay)
If I get home on christmas day
I wont need soft words to say
Ill miss you and I can stay a while
Youll see it in my eyes and when I smile
If I get home before midnight
While youre still sleeping tight
Ill take you in my arms and there youll stay
If I get home on christmas day
Writing letters everyday
Never really seem to say
The way I feel deep in this heart of mine
Thought Im half a world away
If were patient and we pray
Know Ill get my chance with you this time
If I get home on christmas day
I wont need soft words to say
Ill miss you and I can stay a while
Youll see it in my eyes and when I smile
If I get home before midnight
While youre still sleeping tight
Ill take you in my arms and there youll stay
If I get home on christmas day
Ill take you in my arms and there youll stay
If I get home on christmas day
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Why Poets?
When a poem is read
A reader's home is entered
Where dwells a kindred spirit
You laugh…you cry
You groan and you sigh
You feel and taste and hear it
We bring tears to eyes
Smiles to lips…
Memories to mind
We make you think
With pen and ink
And open minds once blind
That music is a source of joy
Of that, of course there is
No doubt
But words and phrases
Ink on pages, of that
We'd ne'er do without
It's a gift given to very few
In truth, this game
of words and phrases
Of measurable worth?
Of real value none?
Of real time and of real places?
So why the need for you and me?
What place have we…Poets,
In grand schemes, of things and matters?
…It's because….
We give wings to words
That soar like birds
And oftimes leave your heart
…in tatters…
poem by David Whalen
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Mother Is Gone
Recorded by hank williams, sr.
Words and music by hank williams, sr.
Capo: 3rd fret/key: b/play: g
[g] in a little pine grove [c] by the old home
Theres [g] someone whos [d7] restin a-[g] lone [d7]
And [g] there on the the tomb, these [c] words I read
The [g] words were [d7] mother is [g] gone. [g7]
Chours
[c] mother is gone, to her [g] home
Way up in [d7] heaven a-[g] bove [d7]
And my [g] hearts so sad, for the [c] words I read there
The [g] words said [d7] mother is [g] gone.
As I stood alone, with memries of home
The place I left long, long ago
I returned home, but I waited too long
For the words said, mother is gone.
My friends did say, before she went away
She called my name oer and oer
So trustin in gods love, Ill meet her above
Over there on that other shore.
Chorus
song performed by by Hank Williams
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Only Us
Only us [x3]
It wasnt in the words that kept sticking in their throats
It wasnt with the angels in their quilted coats
These battered wings still kick up dust
Seduced by the noise and the bright things that glisten
I knew all the time I should shut up and listen
And Im finding my way home from the great escape
{chorus:}
The further on I go, oh the less I know
I can find only us breathing
Only us sleeping
Only us dreaming
Only us
I hear you calling me
Yes I hear you calling me
Home from the great escape
Yes I can read you loud and clear
The further on I go, oh the less I know
Friend or foe, theres only us
[chorus]
Im coming home again, home again
And I hear you calling me home again
I am coming home again
Only us [x8]
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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Home is where our bed is
We can fight all we want
You may even call me names
Telling me how much you hate me
But home is where our bed is
Home is where you forgive me
Home is where i let go of all the pain
Home is where we come to
When we show all our love
You can tell me how stupid i was
I can even show you all my anger
I can vent thru you
And you will feel like walking away
But home is where our bed is
And our bed we most come to
There i will tell you how sorry i was
And there you will forgive without no holding back
You can tell your friend
How bad I've treated you
You can even make some up
And they find it hard to forgive me
But baby home is where our bed is
Home is where you take my crip and still says i love you this man
Home is where you tell your friends that they are wrong
Home is where you tell them all to go to hell
Home Is where we wake up to
Home Is where you forgive
Home Is where you don't sleep 0n me baby
Home Is where our heart is
H0me is where all doors are closed!
Curtains are drawn!
Blinds are shielded! And 'its just you and me
Home is where you forgive no matter how big the sin is
Cause home is love
And i love you!
poem by Hontonnu Dominic
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These Are Just Years
i thought home is where we went when we fell out of favour
ive since learned that home is where we go to learn what favours are
home is a language we all understand
and this is how the language came to me
i realise
home is where we dont feel things
fortune has arranged that the language wont abandon us
it never will abandon us
if you dont miss your home
i cant remember much about my home
when im away from...
home, where were welcome
we appear to be like you
the were welcome when we
appear to be alike
living in fiction
just seems much better than living in words
if you live in fiction
homes no match for a word
ever existence
the more you go on the same as before
the more you light up the same as this time
the more you sing
all your songs about
all your...
living in fiction
is much more better than living in words
if you live in fiction
homes much better than words
living in fiction
just seems much better than living in words
if you live in fiction
then homes no better than words
im in fiction [x6]
and what i see it seems so standard
it always seems that youre left stranded [x6]
why dont you look beond
the village wall?
look beyond the village wall
weve got four walls at home
got four walls at home
and these walls around your head
thats what they are
theyre walls around your head
an empty head is creative
and direct me
to where you come from
and what you thought you knew
where you come from
[?]
home is the most overused word [x4]
love is the most overused word
just are the most overused words
picture this the most
song performed by by Idlewild
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I Will Take You Home To Millstreet
I will take you home to Millstreet when the may is in her bloom
And the green meads cloked with wildflowers scent of nature's sweet perfume
And the dark winged barn swallows white unders and throat rust brown
Wheel above the lush green pastures bordering Millstreet's country town.
I will take you home to Millstreet to the town by Clara hill
When the dipper sings her sweetest on green bank of babbling rill
And the male snipe late at evening with his wings make goat like sound
As above the silent rush fields he goes flying around and round
I will take you home to Millstreet when soft grass growing breezes blow
And relive again the old days with old friends I used to know
And give a call into the Bush Bar for the dance and the sing song,
I will take you home to Millstreet if with me you'll come along.
Will you come with me my darling to green valleys far away
When the birds in leafy woodlands pipe their sweetest notes of May
To the Land I still call Homeland, to the country of my youth
Ireland, North Cork and Duhallow where my manhood first took
root.
poem by Francis Duggan
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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
Which of the two were best to gain;
Home without Love is bitterness;
Love without Home is often pain.
No! each alone will seldom do;
Somehow they travel hand and glove:
If you win one you must have two,
Both Home and Love.
And if you've both, well then I'm sure
You ought to sing the whole day long;
It doesn't matter if you're poor
With these to make divine your song.
And so I praisefully repeat,
When angels talk in Heaven above,
There are no words more simply sweet
Than Home and Love.
poem by Robert William Service
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Whose Footsteps Will Haunt Your Sleep?
it's easy to bury the pen,
to break the glass vase
that held the light.
will you then burn the book,
and wipe your shoes at the door?
is it easy to forget the address?
some graves are best unmarked you say...
let the preacher say a few words.
and it's back to home and the dinner dishes,
things that must be done.
what's too painful we walk away from,
and name our victories by our needs.
but on that day when spring arrives,
will you recognize a bud on the limb?
will the sound of wings bring back memories?
will you fall to your knees and weep?
and whose face will you see when
you cry out to god?
whose footsteps will haunt your sleep?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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As I work with my words as medium
I want to be profound
Deep, deeper than what i
Can possible swim
But I have seen
The limitations
Of words as medium
Of my thoughts
How can I put the
Color red
Of an apple
In words
Or the scent
Of lavender
In syllables
Here you are
Reading me
And I do not want
To disappoint
You, my reader
I want to create
A world of sensations
For such is the
World of poetry
I have long wanted
You to feel
My sadness in
Letters
My loneliness
In a single
Letter
This
i
Or...... ............................... me...................................
I want you to listen
To me
In the hush of the wind
In syllables
I want you to
Read my joys
In my phrases
Sometimes
I have given
You sentences
stanzas
I want you to
Be at home
With my words
But these are
Just words
And I must
Have failed
In bringing
Back to life
Your senses
Hopelessly
They have long
been dead
words, words, words,
And
Even this whole
Poem
Is not enough
Let me try
Again
On some
Coming
Illustrations
Birds falling
Their wings clipped
Leaves blown
Detached from
Their stems
Trees threatened
About the news
Of the coming storms
Oh I am so sorry
Your senses are sleeping
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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