Best Poems About / On HOME
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Dick Cheney (wont you please go home)
Won't you go home, Dick Cheney, won't you go home
Dont talk the whole term long
You started with a surplus, but now its spent
Leave poor Barrack alone
Remember that water boarding
That you approved- saying torture isnt wrong
Now our countrys in the tank and its you we have to thank
Dick Cheney, won't you please go home
Won't you go home, Dick Cheney, won't you go home
Dont talk the whole term long
You started with a surplus, but now its spent
On your forever wars
Remember that last Election
We turned you out -and made you take the idiot back home
You were good for Halliburton but the rest of us are hurting
Dick Cheney wont you please go home
When your own daughter dont like Dick
That must make a man heartsick
Dick Cheney, won't you please go home
John F. McCullagh
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My Cottage Home
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My home, my home, my cottage home,
Thou fair and lovely spot,
How sad and lonely is my soul,
When I can view thee not;
The vines may blossom in my path,
And flowers I most adore,
But what are all their charm to me,
If not beside my door.
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Home is a name ne'er forget,
Like other names of earth;
We never grow old to love
The spot that gave us birth;
And when in dreams of faded years;
Of all our youthful pride,
How sweet to dwell beneath the roof,
Where our dear parents died.
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My home, my home, my cottage home,
I'll love thee evermore,
And evry heart that greets me when
I reach thy humble door;
And though my mother's smile be gone;
My mother's watchful care,
I love to dwell beneath the roof,
For home was always there.
Septimus Winner
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ON THE FRONT LINE
I am a fireman here at home
And I put my life on the front line everyday
To save the people from burning buildings
Or from car accidents
Someday I am very lucky because I am able to save people from burning
Buildings and car accidents
But other days I am not so lucky because it depends where the fire is on The building
Sometimes I have to climb all the way to the top of the buildings
Very fast to save the people from the burning buildings here at home
Other times the fire on the buildings happened on the lower floor
Yes there had been times that I could not save the people from the
Buildings here at home because the buildings here at home had been Engulfed with smoke and all the people that live there died
Yes that was a very bad scene to see
At the end of the night I go home for my kids and my wife
When I arrive home my kids and my wife are already sleeping in bed
I don't have very much time to spend with my children
Because of my work
I don't enjoy being a fireman but the pay is good
So I don't have anything to complain about
I never talk about my work at home
At home I talk about different things to my wife and kids
But I know that my day starts very early everyday
Aldo Kraas
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Blue Home
Sea, if only you knew how I miss you
you'd come and take me
gently while I'm asleep,
you know I regret it, every time I leave you
blue blue home, take me home
let me fall asleep on your waves
wash my body and my face
breathless I am, my blue home
take me Sea, take me home
this dirt, this sin, this love is making me a sinner
take me home, my blue love,
I am only good when I'm home
on the waves, there's my bed
my light are the stars
you sing me, o lovely whale
I hear your voice...
beg the sea, my whale, to take me home
to my blue blue home!
Arta Krasniqi
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