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Post by Alan on Feb 3, 2013 14:08:42 GMT
This week "Home" is the theme. Is it a poem, pose, or a story for you and fellow members? Give it a try  |
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Post by paintedlady on Feb 3, 2013 20:09:03 GMT
Home is where the chimney pots with their arms against the sky,
the landing next and bedrooms were we sleep in slumber deep,
Stairs take you down to the kitchen, you smell the shepherds pie
and the children want me to turn the oven door so they might peep. |
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Post by doreen23 on Feb 3, 2013 22:46:51 GMT
lovely Painted lady
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Post by doreen23 on Feb 4, 2013 8:16:41 GMT
ghosts of the past
Oh so silent
is the old room.
Quiet and lonely
It had been my home.
I see ghostly fiqures
reliving their past.
I hear their whispers
How long will it last?
Some are the ghosts
whom I see so clear
are loved ones now gone
But they are still so dear.
Too soon they are gone
those shadowy ghosts.
who floated and danced
and they were so close.
Oh! so silent
is the old room
I am alone now
It had been my home.
Doreen E Hampshire
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Post by mysticbluebell on Feb 5, 2013 18:49:57 GMT
Enjoyed your poems painted-lady and Doreen, both showing this homely feeling. Thank you!
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Post by mysticbluebell on Feb 5, 2013 18:50:34 GMT
The little Home
A little cottage close to the sea
Is the sweet home for you and me
On the porch an old rocking chair
And a little garden below the stair
At dawn with its dew fresh plants
Or sunset with crimson shade’s dance
Perhaps a rainbow or even snow
To this little home all my thoughts grow
Through every window I’d see the sea
Somewhere like this I wanted to be
The winds whisper, the seagulls cry
If only I never had to say good bye
A little cottage close to the sea
It’s standing there, waiting on me
Once I arrive, from far I will wave
Then I’m with you, at home and save
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Post by misguidedmystery42 on Feb 6, 2013 5:32:18 GMT
Home is where the chimney pots with their arms against the sky,
the landing next and bedrooms were we sleep in slumber deep,
Stairs take you down to the kitchen, you smell the shepherds pie
and the children want me to turn the oven door so they might peep.  Quite sweet! |
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Post by william on Feb 7, 2013 11:08:55 GMT
Home is Austria, I miss the Mountains and all that scenery. In spring I will return again for a long holiday, I can't wait!
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Quite sweet!