The Lonely House-Wife
He calls it love working paying the bills
Her staying at home alone, with no skills
The coldness in their house, like an artic freeze
She tries her best to him appease
Day in day out with the routine
She stays to herself, not often seen
The blinds stay closed, not much light
Shes accepted this, it is to be her plight
He gets off work, comes home and watches t.v.
The house so quiet, just him and she
They go to bed, each on thier own side
He no longer cares to hold his bride
In the morning he will go back to work
Once again she will be alone, where bad thoughts lurk!
poem by Donna Nimmo
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Shes Not Coming Back
Writers: alan tarney & leo sayer
Monday morning nine a.m.
I missed my bus I mustve overslept again
phoned up work told em I cant go on
Since she left this house is not a home I know
Shes not coming back
Shes not coming back
Shes not coming back
Shes not coming back
All my friends they keep coming around
Well they can ress me up but I wont paint the town
No one elsell do the things shed do
All my fun is up because I know this time for sure
Shes not coming back
-- she didnt have a reason
-- she wanted to be free
-- she told me she was leaving
Monday evenings used to be so easy rollin
Staying home with her
Now this room is like a prison
I cant go nowhere Im nothing without her
Shes not coming back -- no more
Tuesday morning and its not that bad
Well Im smiling now thinking of all the fun we had
And if I see her this is what I will say
Well thanks for asking but as you see Im okay
Shes not coming back
-- she didnt have a reason
-- she wanted to be free
-- she told me she was leaving
She was leaving me
song performed by by Leo Sayer
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My Red House
My Red House
Be quiet as a mouse
I once played in that red house
Shy was I, like a little mouse
Tippy toed I went looking around
Giggling, without making any sound
Happy was I to run around and play
My very own home to live and stay
My Red House
Be quiet as a mouse
Darkness came swiftly one night
A sense of something was not quite right
The shadows came across the wall
Covering my eyes, ready for my fall
The sounds of whips and chains dragged
against the floor
The sheer terror numbed me from looking
passed that door
My Red House
Be quiet as a mouse
The darkness slowly turned to grey
The black clouds lifting away
No longer trapped, I did not need to stay
Free was I to let go and make my own way
So ever slowly, opening that door
I could see the light and so much more
My Red House
Be quiet as a mouse
Changing and always moving
Never stopping and always wanting
Step by step, I shed all those tears
One at a time, I climbed up those stairs
Moving closer to where I want to be
No longer a child but an adult me
My Red House
Be quiet as a mouse
I came home today
The Red House, same as it was yesterday
Slowly, walking up that hill
Everything seems to be in a stand still
I could only stay for a while
Before the darkness comes within a mile
My Red House
Be quiet as a mouse
The breath of life you gave to me
But took away the child within me
No longer a pawn to your destruction
I have found my peace and resolution
Turning away towards the path of light
I see a very beautiful sight
My Red House
There is no longer a mouse
poem by Miu Miu Ayushi
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Silvers Home Tonight
Funny how she still remembers
Those words of love that got him nowhere
Even though she knows hes calling
She never finds the way to show her feelings
She doesnt mind the hours shes keeping
Hes waking when shes sleeping
For him it means so much to hear her voice
Shes home tonight
Silvers home tonight
And in the morning light
Shell feel much better
Home tonight, shell stay home tonight
Shell be sleeping light
Till he calls her again
Even though they didnt know it
Standing in the shadow love was waiting
Shed been his friend for such a long time
But never told the boy her heart was breaking
Silver had no way of knowing
That secretly his love was growing
And now hes coming back to stay
Shes home tonight
Silvers home tonight
And in the morning light
Theyre gonna be together
Home tonight, silvers home tonight
She can hear him saying Ill never leave you again
She could only wait
Till the time was right
It was never too late
Shes home tonight
Silvers home tonight
And in the morning light
Theyre gonna be together
Home tonight
Silvers home tonight
She can hear him saying Ill never leave you again
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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A Filipino Writes From Chicago
Dear Juana,
I am here in Chicago
And I have to wear a thicker jacko
It is very cold here you know
Even without the snow
I am staying with another cousin
In his apartment I chip in
As he is also renting
And I am simply gallivanting
It will take me time
To find work this time
To find work here is still hard
I have to stay longer in the pad
Could be next month perhaps
When cousin Rey gets some mishaps
I will have his work
And hold his fork
I could be working
Probably working
In the home of a Jewish American
Taking care of their old man
I have to tell you
I have to hold his big thing
While He is urinating
I have to wash his anus
And chop his huge “pus”
So it would
In the toilet flush
Just imagine how
The American dung would smell somehow
It wouldn’t smell chocolaty
As you would think it to be
I wish to come back
And forget this life’s lack
But who would pay
My debts in our country?
I wish you all well there
I will have my deals here
To earn for my dollars
And pay for my scholars.
Pray in Jesus name,
It‘s me your only flame.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Long Way Home
Oh, its cold and lonely here-
Here in this telephone booth
Theres three sides to every story:
Yours and mine and the cold, hard truth
I think theres something missing round here
I dont know where its gone
But its a long way back home
The heat dont work
The toaster dont work
The car dont work
And I guess I know why
This house dont work and this dream dont
Work no more
And lover, neither do you and i
I fall asleep with the colors flying
Over sand and foam
But its a long way back home
And its a long way back home
And its a long way back home
Its a long way back home
song performed by by Don Henley
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My Home
It is not a house, and so it is not a piece
Of structure, not the roof or
The floor
Or the kitchen or the living room,
My home is where I grow
Wherever it is
Where I become fully myself
Alive &
Prosperous in my endeavors
It is where my most important
Work is started
And finished and
Appreciated
In this sense my home becomes
A certain place
Where I am accepted
& affirmed
& appreciated
Where I have self-esteem
Where I
Do not feel this sense of
Sickness & death
This alienation
It is when I travel so far
Searching
And it is where
I must return and always desiring
& dreaming
To be back
And find it again
With all anticipation
This is also my home
My home is not what I buy
And pay
It is what I made
For myself
My personal touch
My own way of showing
What I am
And can be
And as one what one writer once wisely puts it
My home is not a house
It is me
It is people
It is the people around me
It is the love that I give
And they give in return
That makes
My home and it is where
Despite everything
That I am truly
Always
Homeward bound.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Work - the cycle
Wake, work, home, eat sleep
This cycle keeps on and on
As the time it takes is so long
Wake, work, home, eat sleep
Wake work home eat sleep
This cycle don’t seem at all to end
All your life in work you seem to spend
Wake work home eat sleep
Wake work home eat sleep
You start to see your life is slipping away
As people no longer around you stay
Wake work home eat sleep
Wake work home eat sleep
I’m surprised now I’m even getting time to eat
It would be bliss to stop rest my feet
Wake work home eat sleep
Wake work home eat sleep
You doing so many hours you feel ill
And you keep doing the cycle still
Wake work home eat sleep
Wake work home eat sleep
People bosses customers just keep adding more
You start to long for sleep and to snore
Wake work home eat sleep
Wake work home eat sleep
Something drastic happens the cycle breaks
And that all that it really takes
Wake work home eat sleep no more., ….
One Man's Woman
Shes got dinner on the table at seven
The kids are tucked in bed by nine-fifteen
And shes headed for a hotel at eleven
To meet a man her familys never seen.
As the elevator takes her to her lover
She thinks about his wife at home asleep
And she knows it must be painful to discover
That the man you loves not always yours to keep.
Well, shes one mans bride
And shes one mans on the side
She wonders why it takes two men
To keep her satisfied.
Shes a hard workin house-wife
Right now shes occupied
Shes one mans woman
And one mans on the side
Yes, shes one mans woman
And one mans on the side.
She thinks about her husband when its over
But she justifies her love affair somehow
She knows it cant go on like this forever
But she takes it all from day to day for now.
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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A House Is Not A Home
A house is not a home
and now neither is ours
the day you left there world
left our faces with a throne
and though you were ready
we still wish it didn't have to be
cause a house is not a home
when its filled with sadness and misery
Bickering and arguments
left this family in pieces
as rules and laws are bent
and friends go away like diseases
a house is not a home
if a smile no longer comes
and time no longer stops
a house is not a home
if a heart beat feels like a stomp
poem by Robert Roberts
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The Independent Woman....
we are in this house
that from our sweat built
there are only two of us
in this house
which we have not really
called as home,
something's missing
you give me a hint
not the glass window or
the ceiling fan,
i know it but how can i
tell you?
i won't tell, it will hurt you,
we continue living
somehow
just the two of us in this house
we have our own careers
and every morning we rush to go on our different ways
the night is the only place
of our tryst
we manage to spend time for love
we sleep together and share
what we can
there will be a time when this house shall fall
because it is not a home for us all
there will be one morning when you will finally leave
and take away everything from me
and then i will write it on the wall
this house is never a home,
she never wanted a child to bear.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Loving The Light Nights
The light summer nights are here at last;
The spirit of winter has finally passed.
Now, when I leave work, the sky is blue;
Until recently, it had a much darker hue.
On many a morning, there is a misty haze,
Then, during the day, the sun will blaze.
Now that the days are getting a little longer,
My soul, within, feels so much stronger.
When I walked home: when it was dark,
I never dared to walk through the park.
Now, there is nowhere for shadows to lurk,
As, in the daylight, I walk home from work.
Now, when a day's work has taken its toll,
Through the park, I feel happy to stroll.
In the light, the park is a pleasant place to be;
Enjoyed by everyone, up to a hundred and three.
Now, I often see other people in the park too,
And, no intimidating teens are within my view.
In winter, when it was dark, by late afternoon,
Teenagers got drunk, and litter was strewn.
I hated walking home, when the light had gone;
For it to be dark at 5pm, just seems so wrong.
It's lovely to be able to walk home in the light,
When, sometimes, the sun is still burning bright.
I love it when summertime officially starts;
I feel much happier: there's hope in my heart.
I would love long evenings for all of the year;
For the long summer nights, let's give a cheer!
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Fly To Me
Dont turn your back on me
Conceal and protect me
I need you to stop me
From reeling around
The times gonna come
When you no longer need me
But stay by my side til the sun has gone down
When I am an old man
And live by the sea
Will all your thoughts fly to me?
As much as I want you
I cant hold on to you
When will you return to your old home again?
May love lie around you
Good fortunes surround you
You know where to turn to
When you need a friend
When I am an old man
And live by the sea
Will all your thoughts fly to me?
When I am far away from the places weve known
Will all your love bring me home?
When I am an old man
And live by the sea
Will all your thoughts fly to me?
When I am far away from the places weve known
Will all your love bring me home?
Bring me home?
song performed by by Keane
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On A Seven-Day Diary
Oh I got up and went to work
and worked and came back home
and ate and talked and went to sleep.
Then I got up and went to work
and worked and came back home
from work and ate and slept.
Then I got up and went to work
and worked and came back home
and ate and watched a show and slept.
Then I got up and went to work
and worked and came back home
and ate steak and went to sleep.
Then I got up and went to work
and worked and came back home
and ate and fucked and went to sleep.
Then it was Saturday, Saturday, Saturday!
Love must be the reason for the week!
We went shopping! I saw clouds!
The children explained everything!
I could talk about the main thing!
What did I drink on Saturday night
that lost the first, best half of Sunday?
The last half wasn't worth this 'word.'
Then I got up and went to work
and worked and came back home
from work and ate and went to sleep,
refreshed but tired by the weekend.
poem by Alan Dugan
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Ephemeral
A red hibiscus that blooms
In the morning
Closes, wilts, in the afternoon,
You expect another one of its kind tomorrow,
A china rose,
Your night life,
At the outdoor café, sitting on light fabricated
Silver chairs, sipping tea, puffing smoke, sipping
Margarita, gazing
Slight stolen looks
At young handsome
Men rated per hour,
It is your policy of giving false names and wrong address,
They know
What you are doing,
They understand
Your needs & wants
For a fleeting night
A cure for an itch
Momentary piecemeal pleasures,
Allusions about a broken love of what used to be,
Illusions of what you could have been,
Momentary
Thoughts, momentary projections, when you make love with your catch, as you puff your smoke to
Confuse the ceiling with your gaze of momentary
Emptiness,
You are the first one
To leave, after paying the bills,
They always pretend asleep,
While naked,
As you leave his due on the side table,
You go home on shriveled hair,
Driving a red car,
Smokeless to the road,
Your celfon rings,
Your son in his father’s house calls
“Mommy, I want to go home”
“I am driving, ’ you call him,
A flash of momentary happiness,
A momentary sadness,
Flip-flopping to your mind,
What are these really, these that meet your gaze for something that should have been permanent,
That red hibiscus, that blooms only for a day,
Is ephemeral,
Like stolen nights,
Like the way your child calls you, because father is always away,
“I am in Cebu for a week”, said many times over and over again,
Her stint for a night is ephemeral,
Electronic calls are ephemeral,
A happy home, her dream, was sort of, kinda like red hibiscus
Ephemeral too.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Six
A red hibiscus that blooms
In the morning
Closes, wilts, in the afternoon,
You expect another one of its kind tomorrow,
A china rose,
Your night life,
At the outdoor café, sitting on light fabricated
Silver chairs, sipping tea, puffing smoke, sipping
Margarita, gazing
Slight stolen looks
At young handsome
Men rated per hour,
It is your policy of giving false names and wrong address,
They know
What you are doing,
They understand
Your needs & wants
For a fleeting night
A cure for an itch
Momentary piecemeal pleasures,
Allusions about a broken love of what used to be,
Illusions of what you could have been,
Momentary
Thoughts, momentary projections, when you make love with your catch, as you puff your smoke to
Confuse the ceiling with your gaze of momentary
Emptiness,
You are the first one
To leave, after paying the bills,
They always pretend asleep,
While naked,
As you leave his due on the side table,
You go home on shriveled hair,
Driving a red car,
Smokeless to the road,
Your cellphone rings,
Your son in his father’s house calls
“Mommy, I want to go home”
“I am driving, ’ you call him,
A flash of momentary happiness,
A momentary sadness,
Flip-flopping to your mind,
What are these really, these that meet your gaze for something that should have been permanent,
That red hibiscus, that blooms only for a day,
Is ephemeral,
Like stolen nights,
Like the way your child calls you, because father is always away,
“I am in Cebu for a week”, said many times over and over again,
Her stint for a night is ephemeral,
Electronic calls are ephemeral,
A happy home, her dream, was sort of, kinda like red hibiscus
Ephemeral too.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Stay Safe In My Eyes
Do not blame me
because I care,
Losing you is a nightmare,
Nothing for me stays the same,
Morning or night,
Darkness or light,
Stormy winter
or summer bright,
If I'll die or stay alife,
For nothing after losing you I can ever care,
You may always stay safe,
In my eyes,
You know that you have a house,
My heart always protects and cares,
With prayers watches your ways,
Crown angels may surround you always,
How can I without those smiling eyes
ever survive,
.
Stay safe always inside my eyes.
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Get up, go to work, go home, go to bed
Get up, go to work, go home, go to bed
Is this what life's all about I said?
Work, work, work every single day
Just to earn enough my bills to pay.
Surely life must be much more than this
Someone tell me what the purpose is.
Then, 'You can have life abundantly'
I heard the Lord Jesus say to me.
'I am the door: if you enter in
then your new life with me will begin.
These things of earth will just pass away
but the life I give is here to stay.'
So I turned around and followed Him
and my life was no longer so grim.
I still have to work to earn my pay
but He gives a purpose to each day.
The House
there is no other place to go
after work
when the darkness of the night
starts to hover
on my roof
this house where i rest my feet
where i put my hands
where i shut my mouth
and you are there
moving from one corner to another
asking where i put some bones
of my body
you sing as you once knew the songs
the ones that i love
that which from where my heart rests
and lulled
this is the house, a mere house
where i put my body
safely
no longer a home
my soul like a little bird had flown somewhere
years ago
i know where it is sleeping
you ask me
but i will not tell you
how will you ever know?
the place
it is so quiet
you are restless and noisy and messy
so loveless
so sad and you keep on laughing taunting
about my loss
my death
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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That House Once Felt Like Home Has Gone
You may never know,
What it's like to fly.
Or come to know,
What makes the change of seasons.
You may never know,
The reasons 'how' or 'why'
Some stay together.
And some no longer try.
Some people who had broken hearts,
Don't deny
They have had it with it,
That love once had admitted to quit.
And others are at home alone
Hoping love comes by,
With patience just to sit and listen
That love that was missed is now fulfilled as wished.
Yet,
Those who have had broken hearts don't deny
A house is not a home.
When they sit home alone.
Even when love had been known and flown
They know they feel alone,
And that house once felt like home has gone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Going Back or Staying Here
I can’t fall back
I won’t go back
If there’s one thing I must do
It is to stay here
I’ve got to hold on
Hold out
I can’t fall back
Never go back
I might not escape next time
I can’t go back
Seeping through the cracks
Moving slowly, creeping to me
It wants me
“Come back”, it calls
“You were happy here, you could do anything here”
“We made you who you are”
“Come back”, it calls
Tempting
So unbelievably tempting
I could fall back
It’s just so easy to go back
I’ll let it envelope me
Let it course through my veins
To my brain and heart
Let it fill me up
And explode through me
“Bring me back”, I call
“Bring me back”
Moving faster, sliding on the floor
It screams, “YES! Yes, yes, yes! ”
A foot away it leaps
“Here I come”, I say
Swallow me back into my darkened world
“I’m coming home”
Just close my eyes
“I’m coming home”
Standing still
Nothing moves
Looking the darkness is gone
But something is here
Her arms are around my neck
“I’m home”, she says
I wrap my arms around her
“Yes, you’re home”, I say
Again she saves me
Saves me from going back
She is my light
A little that will never go out
She will never know the darkness in me
But she’ll always guide me home
Because home is only where she is
And the only place I can be safe
Safe next to her
My light, my love
Written: November 18,2010
poem by Ryan Collins
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