It's Quite Simple
It's quite simple.
If you can not choose to respect me,
As an invited quest...
Within the confines of my home,
What makes you think...
I would open up my peaceful place,
To share space with you...
As a roommate!
And you will be free to come and go,
Doing as you please and I have no say so.
And you suggest I honor your request...
To leave you and 'unintroduced' unknowns alone!
Within the walls of my home?
My home is valued with a peace I condone.
Here is no clubhouse.
Where members pay monthly dues,
And free to roam.
It's quite simple.
If you can not choose to respect me,
As an invited quest...
Within the confines of my home,
What makes you think...
I would open up my peaceful place,
To share space with you...
As a roommate to occupy my throne.
And I watch...
As if housekeeper.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our Mindsets Are On Two Different Ships
Relationships based upon the masquerading of images...
Are not invited for private meetings,
Within the comfort of my home.
People who condone those types of affairs,
I don't criticize at all.
What is mine is not theirs to share.
And mutually I don't see why the other would care.
Our mindsets are on two different ships.
Relationships based upon the masquerading of images...
Are not invited for private meetings,
Within the comfort of my home.
No one is invited to come into my home,
To play hide and seek.
Or guess what I'm thinking next!
If the conversation is not open and free...
I don't extend understandings.
Get up and leave,
That's my policy!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Song: When You Got No-One
When you got no-one,
To go home to,
And you dread the moving walls;
An empty space, you cannot face,
It ain't no place at all.
When you got no-one,
To come home to,
No warming hearth recalls,
You got no-one and then you're done,
And the whole damned thing appalls!
When you got no-one,
To go home to,
You haunt the shopping malls.
You tell yourself that's what you want:
To hang out with the girls.
When you got no-one,
To go home to;
No lusting lover just for you.
At the setting sun,
When the night's begun,
The twilight slips to blue...
When you got no reason,
To come home,
'Cause home ain't home no more.
A twisted life of constant strife's,
Not what you signed up for!
And now it's open season,
On the down and out and poor:
The billionaires shout treason,
And spin revolving doors.
When you got no-one,
To go home to,
You got no-one at all.
No bosom chums, to share the crumbs,
And turn largess to small.
When you got no-one,
No web is spun,
No gentle plan or program run;
When you got no-one,
It ain't no fun,
And the whole damned thing appalls!
When you got no home,
To go home to,
You got no home at all.
You're on your own, you're so alone.
You need shelter from the storm.
A catacomb or a covered dome,
A tomb of steel, all polished chrome;
When you got no home.
You're forced to roam,
The drop-zone when you fall.
That ain't no home at all!
poem by Dave SmithWhite
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Home, Sweet Home
Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home;
A charm from the sky seems to hallow us there,
Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!
There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!
An exile from home, splendor dazzles in vain;
Oh, give me my lowly thatched cottage again!
The birds singing gayly, that come at my call --
Give me them -- and the peace of mind, dearer than all!
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!
There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!
I gaze on the moon as I tread the drear wild,
And feel that my mother now thinks of her child,
As she looks on that moon from our own cottage door
Thro' the woodbine, whose fragrance shall cheer me no more.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!
There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!
How sweet 'tis to sit 'neath a fond father's smile,
And the caress of a mother to soothe and beguile!
Let others delight mid new pleasures to roam,
But give me, oh, give me, the pleasures of home.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!
There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!
To thee I'll return, overburdened with care;
The heart's dearest solace will smile on me there;
No more from that cottage again will I roam;
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home.
Home, home, sweet, sweet, home!
There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!
poem by John Howard Payne
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You're My Home
(odette quesada)
I close my eyes
And i can feel that you're a part of me
You are my home
Though i'm afar i'm in your company
I'm in you
I play my song
And i can hear you're in my melody
My life, my home
No matter what with you i'll always be
Refrain:
You're my home
And together we share this love for us
To be happy and free
You're my home
And together we'll strive to make this world
A better place to be
Come take my hand
Come fill your heart with all the love you see
Let every child
Be what they are, be what they wanna be
You're my home
And together we share this love for us
To be happy and free
You're my home
And together we'll strive to make this world
A better place to be
For you and me...
song performed by by Lea Salonga
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My Home Is Not Your Parents' House
Excuse me.
I believe I misunderstood your last comment.
I could have sworn I heard you say...
As long as I do what I choose to do,
Just accept it.
What did you mean by that?
'It's all quite simple.
You do what you want and I do what I want.
What's the purpose for asking questions?
If I am going to choose to do what I wish,
That's exactly what I am going to do.'
Is the look of disbelief still on my face?
And you expect to share my space as room-mates?
Uh...
Excuse me!
I believe I misunderstood 'everything' about you.
My home is not your parents' house.
And I am not into role play.
I hope you got that to get it for good!
Now get out
This is no place for moochers or sponge cadets.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Home
Home alone
A place to be on
Where to find me on phone
I'll be seated by the stone
Home for long
A place to go strong
Where to find me no wrong
I'll be waiting a knock at gong
Home for good
A place to get food
Where to find no trace of rude
I'll be relaxed to manage my mood
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Home my home
A place to avoid life storm
Where smiles 're always worm
I'll be chatting with brother Tom
Home my fame
A place to hold my name
Where my title find its stem
I'll be standing to rub my shame
Home of peace
A place that none tease
Where respect never miss
I'll be holding your forehead for a kiss
Home best refuge
A place we no grudge
Where care has no judge
I'll be having meals by the fridge
Home is sweetest
A place without evil test
Where, West from East
I'll sing, Home remain the best
poem by Buyunde Acura Sylivester
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Home even when i am away from home.
You can take me out of home
But you can't take out home in me
Distance? Keep me away from home
And one day home will keep you away from you
Mountain? You might close the space
And the space will never close the home vehemence in me
Liar? you might lie about my home
But you can't lie about meaning of home
Gossip monger? you might gossip about my home
But you can't gossip about home fever in me
Killer? Kill miles between
When you reach my flesh
Don't flash out the meaning of home in me
You can turn diagrams into diamonds
You can turn zeros into heroes
You can turn gold into old
You can turn sorrow into happiness
Still you can't change the meaning of home in me
You can travel all over the world
But no better place than home
You can reconcile irreconcilable
You can replace irreplaceable
You can destruct indestructible
You can fringe infringeable
But still no better place than you home
Regardless of what ever hardship of life
Regardless of what ever happiness
Regardless of state of mind
Regardless of what ever health status
Home is the best
Home is not where I lay my head
Its where my mind
Home is not where I hailed
It's where my spirit is
No better place than home
Home is home
poem by Jacques Sprenkie Mateya
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I am Home
I have reached a place
place i have always known
finally i am home
finally i am home
there are no bends
there are no baits
all the roads are straight
the doors are always open
food on the table,
warm water for bath,
i am home, i am home,
the woman folks laugh,
the old men advice,
little children ask
for gifts, sweet scents,
everything is free
and nothing is spent
i am home i am home.....
poem by Reshma Ramesh
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Home
While at peace within your home
you find no need to run or roam.
For in your home there seems to be
no quest in sight that is for thee.
Content within the walls you love
as the ceilings watch from up above,
they see a being in their sight
that houses a heart that is light.
Comfort comes from what's inside,
not from mansions found worldwide.
So those that find their home is bliss
have found there's nothing better than this.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Respect
(otis redding)
What you want.
Baby I got it.
What you need do you know.
I got it.
All Im asking is
For a little respect when you come home
(just a little bit) hey baby (just a little bit)
When you get home.
Hey mister I aint gonna do you wrong while youre gone.
Aint gonna do ya wrong cause I dont wanna.
All Im asking is for a little respect when you get home
(just a little bit) hey baby ( a little respect)
When you get home (just a little bit)
Yeah Im up to giving all my money
And all Im asking in return honey
Is to give me my propers when you get home.
(just a little bit)yeah baby
( a little respect) when you get home
(just a little bit)
Yeah oooh youre kisses sweeter than honey.
But guess what, so is my money.
And all I want you to do for me is
Give me some respect when you get home
(just a little bit) hey baby (a little respect) give it to me
(just a little bit) when you get home.
Now r-e-s-p-e-c-t find out what it means to me.
R-e-s-p-e-c-t
Take care of tcb. r-e-s-p-e-c-t a little respect
(just a little bit) hey baby (a little respect)
All the time you keep on trying ( just a little bit)
( a little respect) youre running out fool (just a little bit) and I aint lying
(a little respect)
Re re
Re re
Re re re respect (just a little bit) when you come home
( a little respect) and remember (she says something I cant
Decipher) not alone Ive got to have a little respect
(a little respect) ooh baby (just a little bit) hey baby (a little
Respect) r-e-s-p-e-c-t
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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Moving II
Back and forth
Taking its meaning to heart
Looking to wanting a place
Where everyone is a stranger
Back and forth
Living makes you smart
Able to run the race
Where there is no danger
Home to home
No time to have a start
A constant chase
Wandering like a free ranger
Place to place
Back and forth
Home to home
Settle
poem by Missy Lynn
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Homeless in a House
I ask you simply, what is home?
A place where kindred people come?
A space where residents reside?
What makes a home a home inside?
I ask you now, is home a house?
Can people buy homes with their spouse?
In houses can a family be
together for eternity?
I say to you, it is not so!
A home is where a man will go
to seek his flames of strife to douse.
A home he seeks, and not a house.
Inside a home a man has love:
From here below, and from above.
At home, he'll be with family
for time and all eternity.
poem by Chris Schleier
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Home Is Not Where The Heart Lies
Home is not where the heart lies.
Home is where there are too many sins to name.
Home is where I cry too many times.
Home has no meaning.
Home is where all of my woes lie.
Home has no love for me.
Home makes me sad.
Home I cannot stand.
Home is where I get picked on most.
Home is where I hate most.
Home I wish would disappear.
Home is only adding to more of my troubles.
Home is where all my family hates me.
Home is where my sister won’t leave me alone.
Home is where my step father won’t stop picking on me.
Home is where my mum won’t stop babying me.
Home is no longer home.
Home has too many things to think about.
Home has too many too many troubles.
Home is where I do secrets no-one knows about.
Home is where everyone lies.
Home is not where the heart lies.
poem by Ellie Parker
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Coming Home
Ive not been home
For so many years
And I did not regret being gone
Please tell me when did we talk
And when did we show
That we do care for something called love
Oh no, dont you despair now
Im as grown up as can be
Cant you forget everything
And this time listen to me
Im coming home - home
Im coming home - why dont you help me
Im coming home - home
Im coming home - why dont you love me
Its time to remember
What weve done together
I guess it is more than we know
And we should be open
And turn back the wheels
As far as we can go
I know I am your son
And everything else dont seem real
I want you back like never before
I cant take another goodbye
Im coming home - home
Im coming home - please, cant you be there
Im coming home - home
Im coming home - please, dont you leave me
Whats dones done - Im your son
Ive been hurt by your lies
I want peace after all
Thats why I want you to let me come home
Im coming home - home
Im coming home - lets fight together
Im coming home - home
Im coming home - Ive so much to tell you
Home - Im coming home
Im coming home - time heals the scars of the past
Im coming home
Im coming home - to be by your side
Im coming home - Im coming home
Im coming home - Ive so much to tell you
Im coming home - Im coming home,............
song performed by by U. D. O.
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My sweet home
My home is a
sweet home
i like it and
everyone
will also like it.
A home is not a
place where we
only live
the family members
gather together
and make it a
home of love
to live in it.
Your home should be
sweet,
and i know it is
but a sweet home
is not a place to
live,
but a place filled
with love
to share with! !
poem by Vinayak Pandey
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Happily Removed
It took quite a while,
Before my space...
Became a peaceful place,
Free and cleansed...
Of confusion I let in!
I had to remove and let go
Of emotional attachments
That kept me distracted...
And detached from me!
A 'me' I had not known existed,
Before I resisted change and growth.
I know what I want.
Now That I am totally undaunted
By fears of rejection and being taunted by doubts.
I found out I can do without deceit.
And self defeating comments critiquing my needs.
Within me they were valid.
That 'are' still!
And...
It took quite a while,
Before my space...
Became a peaceful place,
Free and cleansed...
Of confusion I let in!
And I am not going to begin,
To relive those moments again...
Because I have learned to forgive and forget.
I hope you are not relying on me,
To welcome your growth in my space on your terms?
That didn't work then!
And where my head is now...
Has been completely earned by your undoing
What I thought then could not be undone.
But you proved me wrong.
And I've moved on to reap this peace I am keeping!
It took quite a while,
Before my space...
Became a peaceful place,
Free and cleansed...
Of confusion I let in!
And you are outside of it.
Happily removed like a blood clot...
That stopped the flow of fresh air.
I am not craving to repeat you,
Anywhere in here...
Where I can deeply breathe freely!
I can not see that happening to me,
With you as an 'us'...
Again!
I am in complete recovery.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Home:
Home…
Home is where you were born.
Home is where you were raised,
Home is were you grew up,
Home was what had shaped you,
Home is what gave you your foundation
And what help you grow into something amazing,
Home is what you left behind to become something bigger,
Home is what you remember many years after leaving,
Home is what you become missing for,
Home is where you crave to be when you're done with you adventures,
Even thought you left home, for another place,
Home has never left,
It's still there,
On the same old street,
With the same old lawn,
With the same old people,
Just waiting there,
For you and only you,
It is there for you and only you,
Because with out it,
Without a home,
You wouldn't have a place to go back to,
A place was you can call your own..well, home...
poem by Sherry Painter
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Christmas (Tuckerman sonnet)
(after A. E. Housman)
Home are the soldiers, they are home and free,
they are home from the far off battlefield
never to a man’s will again to yield
home with loved ones, some friends to see.
Home is the farmer from the working field
where many acres of land lies prepared,
he is at the place where he wants to be
safe under God’s almighty constant shield
free from all kinds of dark iniquity
tranquillity is in the open veldt,
the evening falls, twilight is at hand,
with his cattle all having being cared
and soldier’s dance with a happy band,
close the farmer’s wife is being held
[Reference: XXII “Home is the sailor, home from sea” by A. E. Housman.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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I Wish I Had My Home
Home
Brandon
Home
What is a home?
Where is home?
When can I go home?
Home is a place where you can feel safe
Home is a place where you can break down in the free
Home is the place where you feel joy happiness and whole
Home is a place where you lay your heart in
I have laid my heart in three different places
(What) My first home is a place everywhere
All I need is a basket and a ball
All I did was give a ball love and I got something better in return
A ball gave me hope, understanding and appreciation for true love
I have never put more hours into one thing than it
It was always my top priority and I was it’s top priority
Better than any girlfriend and any friend
Home
Brandon
Home
What is a home?
Where is home?
When can I go home?
Home is a place where you can feel safe
Home is a place where you can break down in the free
Home is the place where you feel joy happiness and whole
Home is a place where you lay your heart in
I have laid my heart in three different places
(What) My first home is a place everywhere
All I need is a basket and a ball
All I did was give a ball love and I got something better in return
A ball gave me hope, understanding and appreciation for true love
I have never put more hours into one thing than it
It was always my top priority and I was it’s top priority
Better than any girlfriend and any friend
It only treated me great when I treated it great
I could never leave my hear with it because it put it’s heart in mine
I wish I had my home
(Where) My home is a place where dreams are rested and free and comfort
I feel safe, I feel that I can get some sleep and I feel that Im at home
When my body needs a rest it has hammocks for me
When I need a place to think and collaborate it always had a quite spot with a beautiful view for me
When I need a place to escape to, it welcomes me with open arms and I can stay as long as I like
I have made my imprint in the Cayman Islands and It has left its imprint in me and have left one part of my life in it and
I wish I could go back home.
(When) I miss her so much and I would do anything to see her again
I miss her humbleness, her laugh and her comfort when I need to break down
I miss her when I need her there or when there is a good moment
I miss my home because my home is in her
She is my home but it is a place where I cannot stay
Instead of me leaving my home, my home left me and I forgot something inside
I know she can take care of my home but I hope she takes care of my heart
If it has too I know it will bleed for her and it would become hers
All I want is to know when I can go and see my home where my heart lays
poem by Buddha Love
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One Hand, One Heart.
Verse 1:
Come with me,
To a place where
All is free
No one to tell you what to do,
How to tell me your feelings
Just, pure honesty...
Verse 2:
I know that,
If we were
Given space
Baby wed find our place
Together
But people get in the way
cause they dont understand.
Chorus:
All alone.....
I want to be
All alone.....
Sharing my heart, my home
In your arms
All alone.....
No people and no telephone,
Just you and i.....
One hand, one heart.
Verse 3:
How can you
Sit around taking
In the view
While people tell you
What to do
You know it aint right.....
Use your mind
Leave the whole world behind.....
Theyre only temporary friends
Your happiness depends on you.
Chorus
Bridge:
Everyone has their own opinions
Well everyone knows what to do.
Just look around and keep your eyes wide open this time
If theyre in love would they listen to you?
Lets share our heart, a home in your arms
All alone.....
No people and no telephone,
Just you and i.....
One hand, one heart.
song performed by by Debbie Gibson
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