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HABITUAL ABODE
Contributed by
jaeann
on
Thursday, 4th December 2003 @ 02:57:25 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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A house full of moonlight and stars
bound as sunlight fades
fearsome city at the corner
watch your back and pull the shades.
A house so full of promises
rifled broken dreams
a garage sale of bedroom furniture
the wagon laden with no esteem.
A house full of children
a place where truth no longer sees
the dark erasure of innocence
uttering what no one believes.
A house so full of laughter
transgressions hide in the dark
playing possum in the moonlight
look where evil has left its' mark.
A house full of pent up anger
absent in the pews
welcome to the family
another lamb for the refuse.
A house so full of hatred
seething out of control
rage for the broken rag doll
lost in the deep dark hole.
A house so full of candy
ice cream soup and sand
the porch light on as shadows fall
passed off to someone elses's hand.
A house so full of pretty things
where bad little girls don't belong
water may wash the sins away
then angel can do no wrong.
A house full of idle chit chat
so thick with deceit and greed
passed on down the line
an irony of absent seed.
A house so full of order
a thing for every place
reality a little off kilter
a broken spirit among the lace.
A house full of wonder
a fairytale come true
the clouds roll in with evil's mist
take care as sins accrue.
A house so full of yesteryear
so close yet too far
a childhood revisited
no tilt..... no jar.
A house so full of shadows
a deluge at first sin
a stolen pride.... a just reward
sanity's descent begins.
A house so full of platitudes
with smiles to slap a face
the square fits not into the circle
a future lost without a trace.
A house so full of silence
never admitting what you see
run away to the other side
erase all their shallow deeds
A house full of memories
jealousy around every turn
crowding the very purpose
too late to ever learn.
A house so full of fresh new starts
yet destructive in the end
tarnished from the bitter guilt
nothing left to tend.
A house so full of pain
yearly lingers within the soul
the darkness creeps at every corner
as negativity unfolds.
An empty house sits upon the shelf
the lights have all turned off
a shutter torn from hinges' edge
no one left to scoff.
A house so full of tranquility
a wish to always find home
that dream is every ones' reality
but all I ever do is roam.
Copyright ©
jaeann
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2003-12-04 14:57:25]
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Re: HABITUAL ABODE
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by me on
Tuesday, 9th December 2003 @ 10:40:06 AM AEST
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lovely... a house a life.... so full of good and bad... put on a shelf, almost forgotten but always there... fave line: "with smiles to slap a face"... awesome! thanx
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Re: HABITUAL ABODE
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by lovingcritters on
Saturday, 13th December 2003 @ 09:34:35 PM AEST
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Ahhhhhmy little pear lady...you've been sneaking poem in on me....so glad I didn't miss this one...it's one of your best. roaming roaming...no where to rest!
You have a way with words dear Jayme...when written on paper...come alive, jar my heart, and all inside....This is a marvelously written poem.
Hang in there....someday....when you find you...you'll have found your home!
love you
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