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Contributed by
softerware
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Thursday, 6th April 2017 @ 10:00:12 PM in AEST
Topic:
Nostalgic
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My house, my home, my place.
My own, not yours, this space.
I fill it with my own collections;
Mismatched fragile recollections;
Hopes unmet are kept within;
Good deeds unnoticed, even sin.
All my comforts here await.
Caring not if I am late.
This door a threshold to myself;
Where failure can absolve itself.
At last the master of my day;
The curtains close upon the play.
And though the world will offer sway;
Behold the walls its crush belay;
Be silent! Hush! And go away!
Copyright ©
softerware
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2017-04-06 22:00:12]
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Re: Home
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by Former_Member on
Thursday, 6th April 2017 @ 10:21:34 PM AEST
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| Enchanting. Love it! |
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Re: Home
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by Invierno on
Friday, 7th April 2017 @ 12:31:57 AM AEST
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May I print and frame this poem? It would mean a lot to me. YOU are why it would....and, it/'/s a kick-ass poem!
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Re: Home
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by JamesStockdale on
Friday, 7th April 2017 @ 09:33:34 AM AEST
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| Wonderful!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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Re: Home
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by alicewhite on
Friday, 7th April 2017 @ 04:14:42 PM AEST
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| Reminds me to be greatful for my home and be house proud but not too much as pride is a sin and goes before a fall x |
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Re: Home
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 8th April 2017 @ 11:08:04 PM AEST
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I like this because no matter what or where a home is it is a home, and it could be sad very sad, so if you could leave you would, leave it, leave your home, to find a home, and then you should.
if you were raised by monkey you would see the world differently but still as a social being the monkey kind would provide a home, or at least it would try.
home is not just a place, it/'/s a mindful thing
where bits and pieces are carefully arranged
including all its inhabitants
so love is a fire away from the cold,
And yet love is the cold
A frozen desire / a place called mindful home
A dream or some patchwork with things
that are planted here or there about
that breathe and understand something
perhaps you know not of - home
Peace!
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Re: Home
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by Spike on
Friday, 14th April 2017 @ 04:06:36 AM AEST
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Spot on. This is how one poem reverberates with so many readers, with its reference and appeal to PLACE.
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