Priced to move quickly
This is an exclusive listing,
one of the nicer properties we've had.
If you like it, you should make an offer.
It won't stay on the market long.
They intended it as a retirement home.
The house itself is only five years old.
The kitchen is fully appliance,
everything in mint condition,
hardly used at all.
The dining area sits six.
If you remove this leaf,
it's perfect for two.
As we move into the living room
I should point out,
the larger sofa's a sleeper.
And look at this view!
You can walk across your lawn
and be at the beach.
They were married twenty-five years.
Notice that there are two full baths
with lots of counter space
and cupboards for storage.
The master bedroom gets sun all morning
and you have direct outside access
through these double doors.
The fence, streetside, and the trees in back
afford complete privacy.
There's a divorce involved.
They've attached a complete list
of everything that goes with the property.
It's all here, the dishes, pots and pans,
appliances, two sofas,
the dining set, the two canvas chairs
on the desk outside the master bedroom.
In fact, the form says it comes furnished
with everything but hope.
Would you like to make an offer?
©1993
poem by Lynn Cohen
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ACP Estates
Exclusive ACP Estates,
One roon upstairs with WC and Bath;
And like a Walk-in-Shower in the land of your muse,
But attached to the main building is a wall ensuring your privacy! !
For, the very large Master Bedroom is fitted with side wardrobes and copious storage space.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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You Only Need The Heart The Soul
to be a poet
(what they think is needed is the
discipline to fully master the craft)
one needs (however)
only the heart
the soul, the rest when summoned
properly
comes without much
hesitation, for in time, when you are
true and faithful
words come like servants
and arrange themselves like furniture
the chairs walk in
to form the dining set
with the center table
the curtains hang themselves
on window borders
to form a frame
a perfect perspective
to view the sea
of art.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Draw String
The curtains in my living room
lift and fall
gracefully
as I pull their strings each day;
marking the rise and fall of each
season
and each day in between-
punctuation
for the life between you and me.
Like my skirts
they lifted first
and fell
on our wedding bed
on our wedding night-
and now gracefully on special nights;
They rose to the realities
of married life-
fell during our dark times-
and ring during the good times
with loving making
and bedroom laughter.
I cannot
each time I draw
the strings
but marvel
at morning light;
folding away yet
another night
with you.
.
My curtains offer me regularity
which is comforting to me.
I dust them-
not often enough
worn with the years;
uplift them
for the view of the garden
and you coming home
over the back fence.
I draw them each time
anticipating
magically
in doing
so
you, too,
are drawn
home
to my bosom
each day.
Watch
as I draw
this string.
You'll see:
He'll be there
coming over
the back fence;
home to me.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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House Of The Heart
So many people live in the house of the heart
And all the people that lives in the house of the heart
Are very at the house of the heart
Because they don't live alone
The house of the heart is a very big house
With 10 bedrooms,1 kitchen, a dining room,1 large living room, and 5
Bathrooms
At the house of the heart everybody sleeps in their own bedroom
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Green Home
Green Home
By Lori Triggs
Copyrighted 2009
I wish to have a green home to look like
A sinter block stucco 4 or 5 bedroom Italian villa home
With one floor even two master bedrooms and master baths.
I wish to have a green home made of
Reclaimed light woods with marbles,
Glass tiles even gradients the look of new.
I wish for many long with wide windows even
Long with wide double windows to see from,
And with fancy French doors in the bedrooms even den.
I want reclaimed blue jeans for installation for the home
With solar panels even water wells are off the grid with
Energy saving appliances and furnace that is very green to me.
I want a green home with polished brass faucets even fancy knobs
With towel racks of the same to look sleek and shiny even new,
Sinter block stucco wall 10 to 20 feet high with iron gates opens as sliders.
I want allot of lush gardens with
Butterfly bushes, all butterfly plants, even
Hummingbird plants even dragonfly planets with palm trees too
So I can sit and write in the lay Nile or by the pool even in the gardens.
poem by Lori Triggs
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I am really chained to my computer these days so I work in my bedroom, which is a room I have worked in for years and years. It is just as much an office as a bedroom, and during the day, my bed is rather like an extension of my desk.
quote by Margaret Mahy
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More And More
More and More Lyrics
[Intro]
Na na na (Baby)
Na na na (You got that look on your face)
Na na na (Like you wanna go all night)
Na na (And I like that)
Whoa na na na (I want you to know)
Na na na (That I ain't got no problem)
Na na na (Just long as we can go)
Na na na (The next night also)
Na na (Check it out)
[Verse 1]
For as long as you're willing girl
Want you to know that I'm willing too
And where you want me to go girl
I'll be willing to go there for you
And if you want me to take my time
Then I'll be willing to spend the night
All you gotta say is please stay Joe
And I'll be staying as long as your saying
[Chorus]
More and more
Then after that you want more and more
Then after that more and more
Then after that more, more
I hear you saying more and more
Then after that you want more and more
Then after that more and more
Then after that more, more
[Verse 2]
Now, if you want me to make your love come
Then I'll be willing to do anything
And even if you want to kiss places
Then I'll be willing to make you scream
Said I'm down for whatever you say
Girl all you gotta do is speak your mind
Want me here Monday to Monday
The baby girl it's fine
As long as your screaming more and more
[Chorus]
More and more
Then after that you want more and more
Then after that you want more and more
Then after that more, more
Wanna hear you saying more
More and more
Then after that you want more and more
Then after that more and more
Then after that more, more
[Verse 3]
Baby we'll be going - in the bed to the floor babe
Then we'll be going - from the bedroom to the kitchen babe
Girl we'll be going - from the kitchen to the dining room
Straight to - headed straight to the living room
I'll be taking you up - taking you up the stairs babe
Girl I guarantee - guarantee I'm bout' to drive you crazy
We'll be all over the house - we'll be all over the house babe
As long as you're screaming for me, saying give me more
[Chorus]
More and more
Then after that you want more and more
Whoa yeah, more and more
Then after that you're screaming more, more
Wanna hear you saying more
I can hear you saying more and more
More...more and more
More and more, more and more
Then baby after that more, more
[Outro to fade]
All the ladies sing it for me - na na na
Na na na na na - na na na
Na na na na na - na na na
Na na na na na - na na
Sing it for me - na na na
Na na na na na - na na na
Na na na na na - na na
song performed by by R. Kelly
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My Bedroom
Cool blessed sanctuary, furnished by me, and occupied by me.
My sacred space, my meditation room, my inspiration,
My relaxation, my protector, corrector, and friend.
My bedroom stands for me alone;
Within its comforting arms, I am me, whatever that is,
And within the safeness of this knowledge,
I travel wherever I need to be.
Many ideas and ideals have sprung from my bedroom.
It is the Yin and the Yang,
Whatever the need, at any given point in time.
It is quite simply the embodiment of all that I am,
All that I have been, and all that I shall be.
poem by Rosi Caswell
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In same boat
We are all same in boat
Only we move finely dressed in coat
Everything covered and camouflaged
Well conceived and ably managed
Why do we offer lies lady when she is open with offer?
Why to present untruth when she has nothing to differ?
In fact complete human race is prone to offer lies
A person on death bed repeats same when dies
If love some one we may have some inhibitions
There may be some rivalries and competitions
Some bunch of lies is alright to achieve something
But out right to say outrageous to ladies is meant for nothing
We are selfish animal and have nothing more to establish
You may have reasons to tell lies to accomplish
But that end with the attainment of success
Everything counts secondary with full access
Let us admit we are otherwise failures
Our life becomes shaky and unsure
What gimmick we enter into is unwarranted
No one may like it and in fact wanted
So we are all in game and known for changing colors
We do sometimes to gain proximity or favors
That can be waived for simple reasons
As it is adopted by nature in the form of seasons
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A House of Memories
Four generations of my family have lived in that house,
everytime I pass it fresh memories are aroused.
It was once filled with laughter, music and conversation,
now there’s only creaking floors and insect habitation.
My younger sister and brother were born in the master bedroom
and their cries are in my memories as they left mum’s womb.
With the midwife shouting for more hot water and towels,
and dad pacing the floor listening for the new baby’s howl.
The happy times ended when sis fell from her bedroom window,
we all blamed ourselves and for years we suffered in sorrow.
Mum and dad spoke as if she was still about the house each day;
to them reality had died and their sadness was hidden away.
Soon after my older brother went to war at the age of eighteen,
he was captured by the enemy and never again seen.
My granddad was killed whilst working underneath his car,
the jack gave way and he wasn’t missed for over an hour.
My young brother was an adventurer and explored the garden well,
the rope snapped and he drowned, it must’ve been hell.
Mum and dad had so much pain and distress locked inside,
they said nothing could stop their misery except suicide.
A week or so later, the morning began unlike any other day,
the master bedroom was quiet in an odd sort of way.
My twin sister and I had this feeling of gloom and despair
we broke down and cried before we got upstairs.
We entered the master bedroom and saw mum and dad,
in each others arms, no longer looking sad.
And now there’s just my darling sister and me,
who daily live with our childhood memories.
poem by Orlando Belo
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My Dream Home
My dream home would be a log home in the city
Downstairs would be the kitchen with the laundryroom in it
And a storage area
Also there would be a family room with a living room
The log home would have 4 bedrooms and 4 bathrooms
In the hall of the log home would be the linen closset
At the front of the log home there would be the stone driveway
But at the back of the log home there would be the indoor garden so that We could use it all year round
The floor in the log home would be wood
And the walls in the log home would be beige
There would be Ikea furniture inside of the log home
Also the neighbourhood would be a well established neighbourhood
But very quiet indeed
Not too much traffic
The parks nearby would be very sophisticated with colorful
Flowers and beautiful trees
poem by Aldo Kraas
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My mother said it was simple to keep a man, you must be a maid in the living room, a cook in the kitchen and a whore in the bedroom. I said I'd hire the other two and take care of the bedroom bit.
quote by Jerry Hall
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Stranger In My Own House
(a capella: she said: boy, your luck is running out...she make me feel like a stranger...in my own house)
I come stumbling in at a quarter to three
To the sound of my own dog growlin at me
Im scared to move or turn on a light
Youve got me creepin around in the dark
Like a thief in the night
Ive got no excuse, I should have known
Ive got no place to live
I never feel at home
I walk into the kitchen to see whats there
Im tired and Im hungry but the cupboards bare
Ive been working all day and all night too
I cant believe this is all I have to come back to
I guess Ill take a look upstairs, in the danger zone
I wonder what Im doing here
When I never feel at home
Im a stranger in my own house
Ive got the keys to the door
But Im still locked out
Im a stranger in my own house
Ill huff and Ill puff and Ill blow this house down
Cant be a stranger in my own house
I see the do not disturb sign on my bedroom door
What is this sheet and pillow laying on the floor
I wore out my welcome
I hear you loud and clear
Its time to get a few things straight around here
Ive got no excuse, I should have known
Ive got a place to live but I never feel at home
Im just a stranger in my own house
Ive got the keys to the door
But Im still locked out
Stranger in my own house
Ill huff and Ill puff and Ill blow this house down
Cant be a stranger in my own house
Ive got no excuse, I should have known
With a woman like you Im better off alone
Im a stranger in my own house
Ive got the keys to the door
But Im still locked out
Im just a stranger in my own house
Oh, honey Im home
Im just a stranger in my own house
Im just a stranger in my own house
You got a lion on your hands girl, not a mouse!
Im just a stranger in my own house
Im just a stranger in my own house
Well, somebodys got to go...
Stranger
Stranger
song performed by by Foreigner
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Still Around
Do you remember what you said to me the day I met you
Like yesterday I still can hear your voice, you promised to be
Still in my life no matter what you had to do to be there
Well, it's been a while and here we are lookin' back on times that we shared
I still imagine us being young and so in love
Never apart, you were my heart
Seems like it's always just been us
Chorus:
I remember we were in the park
Holding hands and you said to me
I'm the only thing you need
And I would make your life complete
If I said I'd be your girl
You would stay with me forever
Boy, you never let me down
Through it all you're still around
Still around (yeah)
I still believe in all the things you said to me in those days
You gave me love and kept your word with every promise you made
I sing your favorite song inside my head when you're not with me
Until you come back home and take me in your arms and hold me
I can imagine us being old and still in love
Never apart, you are my heart
Makes me smile, we're still in love
I remember we were in the park
Holding hands and you said to me
I'm the only thing you need
And I would make your life complete
If I said I'd be your girl
You would stay with me forever
Boy, you never let me down
Through it all you're still around
Looking back through all the years
(Man speaking):
Heh
You remember the first time I went to your house
And your father looked at me like I had three heads
(And I will never forget the day)
Heh
We were so in love
(Looking back through all the years)
You were so beautiful and so young
(And I will never forget the day you came into my life and what you said to me)
I can't believe you're still mine
That's crazy
I love you
I remember we were in the park (we were in the park)
Holding hands and you said to me (holding hands)
I'm the only thing you need
And I would make your life complete (and I would your life complete)
If I said I'd be your girl
You would stay with me forever (I'm still your girl)
Boy, you never let me down
Through it all you're still around (I'll never let you down, my baby)
I remember we were in the park
Holding hands and you said to me
I'm the only thing you need
And I would make your life complete
If I said I'd be your girl (said I'd be your girl and)
You would stay with me forever
Boy, you never let me down
Through it all you're still around
Still around (yeah)
song performed by by Jennifer Lopez
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Walking On The Spot
All the nights we slip
Slipping down the dark halls
Fingers point from old windows
An errie shadow calls
Walking on the spot
Make sure that Im alive
Moving every bone in my body
From side to side...
Chorus
Will we be in our minds when the dawn breaks?
Can we look the milkman in the eye?
The world is somehow different
You have all been changed
Before my very eyes.
Walk around your home
And pour yourself a drink
Fire one more topedo, baby
Wash the kitchen sink
Lounging on the sofa, maybe
See the living room die
Dishes are unwashed and broken
All you do is cry...
Repeat chorus
Instrumental break
Dishes are unwashed and broken
All you do is cry...
Repeat chorus
song performed by by Crowded House
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Stage Three
no one enters the house using the door.
The doors close without the use of hinges and locks.
The living room is turned upside down.
The traces of my steps are a myriad labyrinths of
puzzles, cross, crescent, moon, sun, stars, and
dead leaves just below the body of a rotting log.
Log on. Say some more. This is freedom.
The railings are roses. The stairs are rivers.
The walls are faces of the one you make love.
The roofs are ideas. Theories live there and metaphors
Abound in the living room.There is an old piano and you
Begin to play: Vienna woods. You dance the waltz with her.
Whispers mossy on the carpets. The toilet is kept empty
And shiny white tiles, glossy to the feel of your fingers.
The bedroom is bare. You too complete the picture.
An hour of sex. Gracious! This house is the most beautiful
House of our neighborhood.
It is not our home yet. Tomorrow we unpack.
The distance is our journey. And it is somewhere else
With someone you still love. It is not I.
I am just a picture: black and white, and dusty.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Sobering Tale.
Sometimes he sits, sometimes he thinks.
At other times combines the two
More frequently he sits and drinks.
Because he cannot bear the view.
The only view that he can see
through pain filled eyes awash with tears.
He can remember vividly.
The promise of his early years.
When he was young and full of hope.
He had the whole world by the tail
But later found he could not cope,
although he tried to no avail.
Discovering that a drink or two
helped to alleviate the stress
A sorry story nothing new
His life became a complete mess.
He lost his job it had to come.
His drinking led to a divorce.
His wife then claimed the family home.
His life sped on it’s downwards course.
A friend became his enemy
because he let it take control.
It took him over completely.
Dependent now on alcohol.
No longer does he drink from choice
That luxury is now denied.
He drinks to still the nagging voice
which urges him to suicide.
Today he’s just a drunken bum
with nothing to look forward to.
Bar cheap red wine to make him numb
albeit temporarily.
Sometimes he sits, sometimes he thinks
sometimes he can combine the two.
More often though he sits and drinks
There’s nothing he would rather do.
10/10/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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The house is in turmoil with records on every space. In the kitchen and in the dining room is covered with records. I don't have a big enough house to accommodate everything.
quote by Marian McPartland
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thank you Russell Edson... great poem
The house grows sick in its dining room and begins to vomit.
Father cries, the dining room is vomiting.
No wonder, the way you eat, it's enough to make anybody sick,
says his wife.
What shall we do? What shall we do? he cries.
Call the Vomit Doctor of course.
Yes, but all he does is vomit, sighs father.
If you were a vomit doctor you'd vomit too.
But isn't there enough vomit? sighs father.
There is never enough vomit.
Do I make everybody that sick, sighs father.
No no, everybody is born sick.
Born sick? cries father.
Of course, haven't you noticed how everybody eventually
dies? she says.
Is the dining room dying...?
... The way you eat, it's enough to make anyone sick,
she screams.
So I do make everybody that sick...
Excuse me, I think I'm going to be sick, she says.
Oh where is the Vomit Doctor? At least when he vomits one
knows one has it from high authority, screamed father.
How Much Notice Do You Need?
Uh-uh!
Uh-uh Uh-uh Uh-uh Uh-uh...
Uh-uh Uh-uh uh!
I don't think so!
You're not going to get up in my face.
To leave any bitterness,
With me to leave you believe will be unnoticed.
Or think with me is perfectly okay!
I'm not having that as a piece of your cake,
To enjoy with a taste from you I will take.
And there will be no misunderstanding between us.
Today or ever...
Not in this place.
For as long as you stay in my home.
Without a payment of a bill you make!
Or anything in it you can say you own.
And anytime you believe you are grown...
There will be no argument.
Since my acceptance of that,
You have made known!
Now go to your room...
Before I deliver to you some real heartache.
Directly applied.
And you can expect soon!
'But you have to allow these kids today,
'Some' breathing space! '
That child of mine is fortunate to be breathing, period.
The only thing that is going to walk over me,
Is a bird taking off from the roof!
What I say inside these walls and doors I pay for,
Goes!
There is no democracy in here.
And calling the social services department...
Police, priests or Jesus.
Is not going to make one bit of a difference.
No disrespect shown in my home will be exposed.
Now,
If you want that kind of nonsense in your home,
I'll be glad to pack his bags!
And once that is done,
You can adopt him as your son!
How much notice do you need?
'And what about your other children? '
What have two left!
Which one do you want?
Take all three of them...
No questions asked!
'And your wife? '
She's sedated in the bedroom.
But I'm sure she will request...
A total absence of consciousness!
If she is part of the package!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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