Welcome Home
Welcome home,
back to the bosom of the family.
After any journey,
it is always nice to see
smiling faces there to greet you
when you open up the door.
The door that has remained closed
for a length of time
while you were away.
Welcome home
and we hope your here to stay.
25 November 2009
poem by David Harris
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Closed Door
sometimes we want to enter
a door
a closed door that does not open
no matter how hard we
knock
we try being courteous and gentle
and so patient
eating every waiting time
like we are the most foolish of all fools
knocking a closed door
seducing it more often with our
pleadings
begging and even compromising
for a dance
to convince the owner of the door to
open it
but no one hears, no one cares to listen
to our pleadings,
no one likes the dance of compromises
the door is still closed
and then the last crooked thing happens
we take the axe
and break the door which is closed
forcing it open
only to find that all the people there are dead
there is nothing inside
but mystery and
grief
an unsolved crime, no more
no less.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Wise Words of Gareth Pugh
Gone, baby gone -
are the days of youth
brought mostly in school!
Home sweet home safer?
=NOT!
School sweet school safer?
=Yes more or less!
Your wise words did not bore
a hole; rather it gently unlocked a...
closed heart -
into an open heart.
My days spent here are soon to be over
in this ole'but school sweet school.
The words will stay
stitched into...
...an open heart! -
as my respnsibulities change.
Advice given = advice used
in words; unlocking a door -
a door to say Thank You!
Gone, baby gone -
are the days of youth
brought mostly in school!
Home sweet home safer?
=NOT!
School sweet school safer?
=Yes more or less!
A door opens wide -
and in comes a breezy breeze...
...enveloping with my freedom
as your wise words described
it in images of hope and longing!
Now it finally but trully arrived
at my door step.
The wise words embraced and brought me to a freedom...
of hope!
poem by Celine Berghmans
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Sitting By Heaven's Door
My love without two being together
Through the good times and stormy weather
Ooh, but you fall for us
It should lose in you sudden darkness
You should always know I'll always be
Sittin' by heaven's door (Mmmhmmhmmmmm)
Waiting for you to come home (I'm waiting on you to come back home, oh baby)
Sittin' by heaven's door (Oohoohhoobaby)
Waiting for you to come home (I'll be waiting, no hesitating)
Hohoall I know is from this day on
We bond as one forever more
No way, no way we can lose, mmm
And any mountain we can move
With a team who beat the game called love
And, oh, oh, ooh, ooh
You know the time will come
When life will end somehow
And one of us is left without the other
If it happens to be me
Don't worry much, darling
I'll leave a passage to my heart and this is where I'll be
With the key in my hand
Sittin' by heaven's door (Hoooohooh)
Waiting for you to come home (I'm waitin' for you, baby, ooh, yeah)
Sittin' by heaven's door (Hoooohoohooh)
Waiting for you to come home (Waiting, baby, for you)
Sittin' by heaven's door (Hoo)
Waiting for you to come home
Sittin' by heaven's door (Hoo)
Waiting for you to come home
Sittin' by heaven's door (I'm waitin', anticipating, yeah)
Waiting for you to come home (Come on, come on, baby, ooh, yeah)
Sittin' by heaven's door (Come on home to me, yeah, oohhoo)
Waiting for you to come home (Come on, baby, come on, baby, come on, baby)
Sittin' by heaven's door (Come on, baby, come on, baby, come on, baby, come on, baby)
Waiting for you to come home (Come on, baby, come on, baby, come on, baby, come on, baby)
Sittin' by heaven's door (Now come on back, come on, baby, oh, come on, baby, come on, baby)
Waiting for you to come home (Come on, come on, come on, come on, baby)
Sittin' by heaven's door
Waiting for you to come home
song performed by by En Vogue
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Bo Weevil
You may talk about the ladies
The ladies of your own
These boweevils they'll rub you up at home
They're all looking for a home
They're all looking for a home
The first time I seen a bo weevil
He was sitting on the stair
The next time I seen a boweevil
He had his own family there
They're all looking for a home
They're all looking for a home
They're all looking for a home
They're all looking for a home
They're all looking for a home
They're all looking for a home
The farmer he took the boweevil
And put him on the ice
The boweevil said to the farmer
You treat me mighty nice
They're all looking for a home
They're all looking for a home
Alright
They're all looking for a home
They're all looking for a home
They're all looking for a home
They're all looking for a home
Alright now this next verse
Is about myself, and when im done I hope
You'll all sing along with me on 'he's looking for a home'
I said if anybody asks you people
Who sang you this song
You tell 'em its Jackie White
He's just been here and gone
They're all looking for a home
They're all looking for a home
Alright
They're all looking for a home
They're all looking for a home
They're all looking for a home
They're all looking for a home
song performed by by White Stripes
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Family Meeting
I looked around and saw no one
But fractured bodies of restless faces
Mixed personalities of several mates
Harassing with perfect home grown language
Oduma, the trader town crier
Agitator of recreated home rules
Bent on haughty open hostilities
Against those coming home for help
The new comer that one would wish
To have a welcome full of joy
Congregating with so much hope
In a family meeting with so much venom
Alcohol stricken old men
What sin resides in a city dweller
Coming home to a family meeting
Known squarely to a living parent
In a village unknown to the kids
Certain things sure need to change
Living parents please heed this cry
Open the door of the country side
Teach the tongue, Teach the ways
The Name
My name you don't know,
you don't know.
And where I go,
you won't go, oh no.
I'm on my way,
on my way.
I'm going there this very day,
this very day, all the way.
And I'll get there all alone,
all alone.
When I arrive I'll be home,
I'll be home, and not alone.
When I go through that door,
that front door, one thing's for sure;
She'll be awaiting there,
waiting there, oh so fine and fair.
Well I told you all I'd go,
oh now, I told you so;
don't go hanging your head so low.
My time and energy were all spent,
so like I said, I up and went.
No goodbye,
just time to fly.
I went on home, all alone,
home, where I belong.
Went all the way that day,
singing this song;
Back to my honey's arms,
back to the good ol' farm,
far away from all life's cruel harm.
My name is mine,
and now I'm fine;
for here I am,
she's my gal and I'm her man.
Here with her I'll stay,
till my dying day;
cause she shares my name,
and yea, it's the same.
It'll be hers and mine,
untill the end of time...
poem by Smoky Hoss
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It's So Nice To Be Home
Isn't it nice to be home again
Sitting around the fire with family and friends
Isn't it nice to be home again
It's so nice to be home
My little daughter's sleeping
And the boy is all right
My wife is so lovely
I'll love her tonight
Looking out the window at a new moon’s light
It's so nice to be home
I took old Blue out hunting on a Saturday
We didn't get home until the middle of May
A freaky winter storm went and blocked our way
Old Blue he kept me thinking and a talking 'bout you
And when Blue got down
I’d talk about Bobby and Sue
Together we did what we had to do
To get back home to you
It's so nice to be home.
poem by Steven Sabathie
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Door
Behind the door what happens
behind the door what's hidden
till you keep the door closed
you are not exposed
Elseone cannot peep in
Elseone cannot step in
other side of closed door
you live behind secured.
If you want door of others
to open for you
keep your door open for
who needs you.
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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Let Me Come Home
I left you there, strong and sturdy
Lights turned on and heat cranked up
Closed your door, to take a tour
With the girl I love so much
I traded my home for another that night
And although it was brief
Someone decided that for that night
I should feel grief
I took my leave from my girlfriend
(my home from home)
To travel back to where I left you
With lights turned on and heat cranked up
I desired your physical feeling and glow
And so I walked…
“A mile” I said “It will not be so bad”
But little did I know
Of what I did not have
“MY KEY” I gasped
I forgot it in your depths
While I walked towards you
I did not know if you’d let me rest
I tried to think of your unclosed door
Welcoming on in
And so I chanted in the late night din…
Please let me come home
I pray and ask and plead for home
I need, and desire, and glorify you home
I asked and was given a crack in the door
You let me come home.
poem by Martin Byrne
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The Door Is Always Open
The door is always open,
there is a welcome
always in here,
so come on in at anytime
and we will raise a cup of good cheer.
The world can go on its merry way,
just pull a chair up by the fire
and warm yourself a bit.
There door is always open,
there is a welcome mat
and a friendly face
will always greet you
at anytime night or day.
As the door is always open,
you can come in anytime.
You will never leave hungry
as something is cooking
all the time.
So take up my invitation
and just come on in.
The door is always open
to welcome you.
23 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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No
Everyone wants a part of you
no matter whom you are
and most want your money.
They plague you with emails, telephone calls
or persistently knock on your door.
The more you say no,
the more they persist anyway
until you get rude and send them on their way.
Some churches send out callers
saying they’ll show you to the light.
I just tell them I’m a Preacher, I have my own church
and that gets rid of them.
I am not lying; I am a pretend Preacher with my own church.
Then comes the charities
wanting you to give money
for this and that.
My answer is always no
and tell them to see the government
as they have more of my money
than I ever get to see.
Up comes the utilities electric and gas,
on the door or on the telephone
about changing your supplier.
They always call when you’re in the middle
of doing something important.
I tell them no,
as I’m happy with my lot.
Next comes the man
with new windows, conservatory or porch.
They do not get much joy from me.
Nor do those who are trying to sell me
the newest gadget ridden phone.
If your wits are not about you,
you could end up with a half dozen of them.
Why don’t they all go to blazes
and just leave me alone.
After a days work I just want to relax
in my home sweet home.
Not get up every five minutes
to answer the door or the telephone.
This my time and I want it peaceful and quiet.
If there are any door-to-door beggars reading this,
stay away from my door,
as I don’t want anything you have to offer.
Hawkers of any kind just stay away
and leave my sanity alone.
If you phone me, I will politely tell you where to go
and when you get there,
I hope the Devil jabs you with his trident,
then my message will come through loud and clear.
My answer is NO.
23 September 2009
poem by David Harris
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Abani, Are You Home?
Abani, are you home?
The neighbourhood lies in sleep with doors closed
But I keep hearing the night knocking at my door,
'Abani, are you home? '
Here it rains all the twelve months
Here the clouds roam like cows
Here the eager green grass
closes in on the door,
'Abani, are you home? '
In my heart, half-dissolved, long-traveled
I fall asleep within pain
Suddenly I hear the night knocking at my door,
'Abani, are you home? '
poem by Shakti Chattopadhay
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The Secret Place
i only have the key to that door.
i can open it anytime and stay there for a while
away from the crowd
away from the daily occurrences
it is a closed door
conference with myself where i talk and listen at the same time
it is dark but it is peaceful
it is small but everything in me is there: whole and intact
i only have the key
and i am not opening
or when i open it
i keep it closed that way
it is sacred
as sacred as my secret
it is holy
as holy as my soul
it is a mystery
for all the things that i worship
it is mine
and you are not welcome.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Early Morning
my mind was thrown to wonder
why early morning chilling
not much of sane men would
wait patiently at closed gate
to open so we can play golf
even caretaker thought same
was it great alibi to go away
from mama before she regain
from her real self and be nice
i don't know, we hurry back
feeling contented to norm
to do it again on weekend
some can only play half
and hurry back to home
love those wives who come
to clubhouse for breakfast
leave for four hours; back
on time, pick their husband
whatever you do on weekends
early mornings away from home?
hope it's helping relationship
you could go fishing, hunting,
running, playing tennis...etc
god bless you and stay healthy
poem by Manonton Dalan
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Doors Opened And Closed
Our God can open any door, making things better than before,
That last place in which He chose, to permit that door to close.
He takes us on a chosen path, through that uncertain aftermath,
Working out all for our good, doing for us what we never could.
Nothing can hinder God at all, no matter how big, or how small,
He, who moves the heart of a king, is not hindered by anything.
God always works in His time, a schedule that is so unlike mine,
As God deals with me faithfully, I need to wait on God patiently.
Seeing no doors opened now, I must not question why or how?
As all doors still seem closed, to see what is not yet disclosed,
When I do not understand, knowing His heart, I see God’s hand.
As it may be a time for me to wait, while God’s help I anticipate.
Some doors are closed to stay, and inaccessible to our dismay,
Forced out of a comfort zone, but, we’re not forced to go alone,
Moved by God’s plan instead, guided by Grace, to move ahead,
And in His Grace, strength we find, to leave familiar ways behind.
Whether doors are closed or left ajar, in your earthly life thus far,
God will always open one for us, when in Him we place our trust,
And believers need not to despair, as our Lord shall always care,
For each one of us until we see, the Glorious Door up in Eternity.
(Copyright ©09/2009)
A Stroll Home
A Stroll Home
It’s time for the night to lay,
It’s darkness upon the day.
Strolling home alone, again.
All the stores have closed,
An empty city has exposed.
Strolling home alone, again.
Nobody around at all,
To watch the snowfall.
Strolling home alone, again.
When the sirens ring the silence does shatter,
All the Mexicans boys do scatter.
Strolling home alone, again.
With a heavy stink on my breath,
No hope and no money left.
Strolling home alone, again.
Listening to Shane cry,
I dream of a western sky.
Strolling home alone, again.
And when the sun begins to ascend,
My journey closes and comes to an end.
Strolling home alone, again.
poem by Peter Francis
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Why Did God Close That Door?
He closed the door
and touches you but
you do not understand
why.
You silently cry.
He hears it.
You still do not understand
why that door is closed.
Until you find smoke
in the sky
Until you hear about
the dead people
in the room
Now you know why He kept
on closing the door
And here is one that He
opens for you
He says Welcome
This is the home reserved for you
Beloved.
Inside it is a garden
Flowers bloom
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Don't Stay Home
Life could slip away in absent minded numbness
I'm only sayin this 'cuz Iwish for the best
When you always stay in self-incarceration I think it's such ashame
Don't stay home this time now don't stay home
If he don't have to hedon't want to
Don't stay home this time no don't say no
Oh how I'd like todiffuse your time bomb anger
It's screaming danger danger this kind of world
Don't care if you're home so you better get some
Don't stay home this time nowdon't stay home
If he don't have to he don't want to
Don't stay home this timeno don't say no
Everything I'm sayin' you can dismiss
Because I sat alone onthis past Christmas I deserved to be alone
But I guess I should have gone home
Hey don't break the mold kid just eat around it
Yeah that's what I did I'll berunnin around the block
For no apparent reason
Somethin' you'll catch me doin'in any given season
Gotta break a sweat man gotta go bust out Buddy bye bye byebye
Good-bye to the drought - yea
Don't stay home this time now don't stayhome
If he don't have to he don't want to
Don't stay home this time no don't say no
Don't stay home this time now don't stay home
If he don't have to he don'twant to
Don't stay home this time no don't stay home
song performed by by 311 from 311
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Homecoming
Homecoming
I had traveled long and far before getting home,
and it was a beautiful spring day when I arrived.
The air in the flat smelt of neglect, the dust of
memories covered family pictures. “those where
the days my love.” A phrase from a recent song
murmured on my lips. I half turned by the door
wanted to run away again only this time I had
nowhere to go my journey over.
Agonizing silence a never ending Om, I got to do
something, opened the blinds to the door out to
the terrace and up from a flowerpot of dry soil…
and two small eggs flew a pigeon. Wonder and
new hope. If a meek bird could find a home here
so could I; of course for now the terrace was out
of bound. Slowly, ghosts of past misery vanished
as ancient dust danced in a halo of sunlight.
,
poem by Oskar Hansen
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L8,2212
There is a door which you open
you enter, and then it closes you
behind you
forever,
there is no force here,
but only volition,
you enter it
with all the warnings,
that the
possibility that it will close forever
has been told to you
over and over
again,
somehow, you do not make it a problem
you like a closed door, and you hate it
when it opens,
you love it when it is closed forever,
the room is nice
there is a certain loveliness
in there,
it has shiny floors,
it has a bright ceiling,
the lights are lovely,
like stars
in an open dark sky
the air is fresh,
the walls are comfortable
who wants to take an exit?
no one.not you.
when the door knows this, it will open
forever,
it decides to open for you
and it will tell you to go out and be
an outsider again and
be gone
for good,
you insist that you own this room now,
that a closed door is not a serious matter
and there is no way that you have to
go out
or be ousted,
the door has a stair with strong hands
and it will drag you out
it will pull your hair and drag your body
like hell
the door has learned its lesson
when the room is not a prison to someone else
there is no use keeping him there forever
for in truth the reason of the door's
existence
is to make you feel the prison and to suffer
and you know your lesson too well
there is no prison to a mind that is an open window
there is no suffering
to a lover of suffering
you see, it takes a little reverse psychology
for closed doors to open
for men to know that suffering is not suffering
at all
when one loves is tripping
when one thinks
otherwise
when one loves whatever happens
when one accepts
the one that is there and not look for something
that is always missing
why go for the unreachable?
why suffer for long?
life is life, and death is death
you are here, grab this here.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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