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Familiarity With The World, Finally....

no place does not give you a distraction
the sound of the machine that lingers in the air and pierces your ear
it will always be there
the sound of engines
more cruel than thunder
and folding waves of the storms at sea
bigger than houses
shall always meet you straight in the eye
deeper in your mind
there seems to be no peaceful place of the leaves and
grass
where you can rest your body where your soul finds an imaginary
home
where the heart can sleep and dream
there seems to be none
and so you run and run as fast as you can to find it
but the running even if it does not stop
finds no such place
and hopeless then
you rest upon a field of destructive sounds and then begin to
accept them as they are
the mad cry of the baby, the heated exchange of hate between
couples, the war of governments and people,
all these are very real
are becoming spots in your skin
your very own shadow that goes with you everywhere you go
you too, is that sound of anger and despair
this is the world
this is your place
now, you must learn what is this all about
rest your head upon the madness of the crowd
sleep amidst the chaos
this is finally what we call as home
yes, a home in a very crowded mall, in a very narrow path
towards a broken door, that slanted room.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Home Sweet Home

Met this girl called josephine and took her up on my machine
We had a little fun and now we got a little one
Had to get married, being chased out of town
Found ourselves a place to live, we put all our money down
Call it home sweet home, home sweet home
Eleven floors up in a tower block
Happy just to have a home
Ive gone and changed the lock on our home
Nothing really worked out right, things got broke,
They stayed that way
None of our friends came around at night and little sam got
No place to play
Weve got to get out of here, bill she said Ive been telling
You all the while
When I came home from work that night shed jumped out the
Window with our chiled
From our home sweet home, home sweet home
Just a place to take a rest, just a place ot make our nest
-- we call it our home
When the insurance money came through seemed dirty didnt
Know what to do
Took the cash went down the casino, down on the wheel
On the double
And I won, oh yes I won, like I never won before
Bought myself a country house with an antique carved
Oak door
It was home sweet home, home sweet home
Just a place to lay our head think of all those things we said
About in our home sweet home.

song performed by by Peter Gabriel
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Dream On

(being, in love)
Been travelling this road for so long
My eyes are tired but I carry on
The sun lays down its golden threads
I need a place to rest my head
Although I am far from home now
My souls with you
Its hard to be out here on my own
So far away, so far from home
I need to touch and feel your skin
To live this dream in sleep again
Although I am far from home now
My souls with you
So dream on, dream on
Freedom comes with timeless sleep
Dream on, dream on
In the arms of night
Your silent shadow gently speaks
Dream on, dream on
This hotel rooms a lonely place
Its a one night cell I must escape
So I drink away my loneliness
So I can sleep and dream again
Although I am far from home now
My souls with you
And as I fall into
The darkness of the night
You come to rescue me to
Shield me in your light
I feel your touch
The softness of your skin
You hold me close before
The day breaks in
This dreams so true
My heart it beats, it beats
It beats for you, for you
Although I am far from home now
My souls with you
So dream on, dream on
Freedom comes with timeless sleep
Dream on, dream on
In the arms of night
Your silent shadow gently speaks
So dream on, dream on
Dream on, dream on
So dream on, dream on
Dream on

song performed by by Uriah Heep
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Home Sweet Home

There is no other place like Home
The saying goes true in India, America or Rome,

Home is one of the sweetest place
Where one finds peace and solace,

Home is a place where we dwell
A place as sacred as the temple bell,

Just as a bird returns to its nest
We return home to get a little rest,

Wherever we roam in search of enjoyment
We never fail back to come to our pavement,

Its not possible to find a home away from home
The saying goes true in India, America or Rome.

poem by Kavita Iyer
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I Dream of a Place Beyond

I dream of a place beyond,
Beyond the bounds of this crumbling world.
A place where the sound of laughter lightens up the day
And the sound of falling tears lingers no more.

I dream of a place beyond,
Beyond the shattering blast of lost hope
And the renewed spirit of life
Of peace and of restored trust.

I dream of a place beyond,
Beyond the decaying stench of lost life
Beyond the destruction of optimism.

I dream of a place beyond

I dream of home.

poem by Tiffny Rhodius
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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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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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The Little Boy In My Hometown

a little boy
finds the house too crowded

his father beats his
mother in the kitchen
where fish is
grilled

his sisters pull each
other's hair
in the living room
where he wants
to read

his brother breaks the
chair and throws plates
over the window
when no money is
given

it is like the house
is always on fire
and there is not even
a pail of water

and so the little boy
wants to run away

but there is no other
place
as the town is also
too crowded for itself

people are shouting
and beating each other

the park is neither
a peaceful place to
stay as bullies too
overcrowd there

and so the little boy
climbs a tree and
finally
finds a very cool place
to pray.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Home (revised)

no matter what there is
always a place called home
at least you finally decide
to call it that way,
you have been away from
this home
for many years

those were the years of the
struggle of
what you are and what they think you are
which is the place
and this is not where
you want to die
you want to live somewhere else
though you do not really know
where
but it has always been a dream
of somewhere
a house by the river
a place where hills grow into
mountains
your hair turns white
and ankles ache and names become
hazy and places become
smoky
you stop, right here, you declare
this is home
this moment when you do not
give yourself the right to choose anymore
it is here
right here
you place yourself like a backpack
and mark a spot with
your bamboo cane
and then
you claim the right to be here
your home
yourself.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Home

no matter what there is
always a place called home
at least you finally decide
to call it that way,
you have been away from
this home
for many years

those were the years of the
struggle of
what you are and what they think you are
which is the place
and this is not where
you want to die
you want to live somewhere else
though you do not really know
where
but it has always been a dream
of somewhere
a house by the river
a place where hills grown into
mountains
your hair turns white
and ankles ache and names become
haze and places become
smoky
you stop, right here, you declare
this is home
this moment when you do not
give yourself the right to choose anymore
it is here
right here
you place yourself like a backpack
and mark a spot with
your bamboo cane
and then
you claim the right to be here
your home
yourself.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The place I call home

I'm leaving now.
I'm going home.
I'm leaving now.
To the place I call home.

I won't come back.
I'll be at home.
I'll be happy there.
The place I call home.

Where the birds sing.
And the flowers dance.
Where the wind whispers.
In the place I call home.

The children play.
The stars sparkle.
The dogs bark.
In the place I call home.

I'm going now.
To my home.
Where I'll live freely
In the place I call home

poem by MyLittle Secret
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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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Give Me A Home

Give me a home to call my own
A humble home of wood or stone;
A place where ripples laugh all day
And songbirds sing and children play
A little home of love and cheer
Where seasons paint throughout the year,
And at last, when the day is through,
A place where I may talk with you.

Give me a home to call my own,
A friendly home to stand alone
And crown some earthly mound of clay
Or set before an ocean spray,
A simple home of faith and trust
Where I may toil in Heaven's dust
And when, anew, each day is through,
A place where I may be with you.

Give me a home to call my own,
A common home of tree or stone;
A place where kindness lights the way,
And flowers bloom and willows sway-
A home of love where hearts may kiss
Each tender joy of wedded bliss,
And in each hour of life to find,
A truer peace of heart and mind.

poem by Sara Stowell
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for D.

when you let me in
i feel the warmth of your room
a little bit damp
for a summer time like this one

i must be honest
there is something inside that repulses
what i have in mind
there is coffee that does not fit the time
there is that cookie that
does not satisfy
any hunger of mine

i beg you then
to let me out
into the open fields of my desire
where i can be home
again

you stay
do not let me hear you cry
at least you are free
inside the home
of your being

i yet have to find a home
a place to rest my head
and wash my feet and hands
a place where i can be once silent
because i have
nothing to say

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Place called Home

A home is a place
where everyone goes
for holidays, birthdays
or just to be alone

A home is a place
where you can sort things out
a home is a place
where you can go hang out

Some people don't have
a place to call home
they don't have anything
to call their own

Do you have a place
to call your own
do you have a place
that I call...home.

poem by Marvina Stedge
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Right Here At Home

Right here at home, boys, in old Hoosierdom,
Where strangers allus joke us when they come,
And brag o' _their_ old States and interprize--
Yit _settle_ here; and 'fore they realize,
They're 'hoosier' as the rest of us, and live
Right here at home, boys, with their past fergive!

Right here at home, boys, is the place, I guess,
Fer me and you and plain old happiness:
We hear the World's lots grander--likely so,--
We'll take the World's word fer it and not go.--
We know _its_ ways aint _our_ ways--so we'll stay
Right here at home, boys, where we know the way.

Right here at home, boys, where a well-to-do
Man's plenty rich enough--and knows it, too,
And's got a' extry dollar, any time,
To boost a feller up 'at _wants_ to climb
And 's got the git-up in him to go in
And _git there_, like he purt'-nigh allus kin!

Right here at home, boys, is the place fer us!--
Where folks' heart's bigger 'n their money-pu's';
And where a _common_ feller's jes as good
As ary other in the neighborhood:
The World at large don't worry you and me
Right here at home, boys, where we ort to be!

Right here at home, boys--jes right where we air!--
Birds don't sing any sweeter anywhere:
Grass don't grow any greener'n she grows
Acrost the pastur' where the old path goes,--
All things in ear-shot's purty, er in sight,
Right here at home, boys, ef we _size_ 'em right.

Right here at home, boys, where the old home-place
Is sacerd to us as our mother's face,
Jes as we rickollect her, last she smiled
And kissed us--dyin' so and rickonciled,
Seein' us all at home here--none astray--
Right here at home, boys, where she sleeps to-day.

poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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There is no sound sleep as sound as home

In the foreign land where you live
Where the snow is cold and slippery and smooth
You say you cannot sleep
And all alone not feeling safe
In that house made of steel and fortified walls

Here in our country
Where walls are weak where beams are but coconut wood
Where the sun is hotter
Where the dust spread like blanket on the bed
Where the noise is simply intolerable
Where beggars come asking for food
Where poverty and calamities abound

Here in my country I sleep so soundly
Because lady, this is my home this is where my heart is
Because lady, I am safe in this place that I call my own
Because lady, there is no place like home
Where sleep is sleep and will always be sound

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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No Name

I want to go home.
To a place where I can go.
But no one is home.
I'm stuck out in the cold.
There is no one to dry my eyes.
I cant find my place in this world.
I'm staring loose my faith.
This pain is just to real.
I turned around and ran.
To a place where I can get help.
But there is no one there to.
Is there any place where I can go?
Is there anyone who can help me?
But there is no place where I can go.
And no one is listening to me.

poem by Shannon Welch
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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
_
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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Welcome Home

In my life
I have seen
Far away places
Wild and serene
But nothing I saw
Prepared me for
The mat on the floor
Saying "welcome home"
Time flies
See the moon rise
As I'm makin' my way
Through another long day
But I'll go
To a place I know
In my heart I know
There's just no place
Like home
Welcome home
Welcome home
To that place
That's safe and warm
Always a shelter
From the storm
I'm going home
Welcome home
Roll out the welcome mat
For me!
I'm goin' home
Sometimes
I remember
All the days I never knew
If I would ever make it through
But just when
I'd give up again
I'd remember when the days
Were stormy
Home was always
Waitin' for me
Sayin'
Welcome home
Welcome home
Where there will always be
A welcoming light on
Just for me
When I go home
Welcome home
No place
That I would rather be
Than goin' home
In my heart I know
That someday when my time
Is drawing near
I'm gonna hear
Welcome home
Welcome home
Where there will always be
Somebody waiting
There for me
When I go home
Home sweet home
Everyone's smilin' just for me
When I go home
In my heart I see
Somebody waiting
There for me
Welcome home
Welcome home
It looks like a
Starlight symphony
I'm goin' home

song performed by by Barry Manilow
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A Place Of Solitude

Everyone has a place of solitude
where the world cannot invade.
Where we can sit in silence
and enjoy our own thoughts
away from everyone.
A park bench by a pond
dedicated to someone
who liked the view.
A church pew
where people sit
and ask god to see them through.
Everyone has their own place
that gives them peace of mind.
A place to rest their weary body
and leave
the rest of the world behind.
Their own space
a place of solitude.

4 May 2008

poem by David Harris
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