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  41.     

They Are Tearing Down My Grandfather's House

(An NLP Editor's Choice Award Winner in Verdant Lands of Spring) They are tearing down my Grandfather's house,
it's made of wood and brick and stone.
The windows they've removed. To them it's real
estate, to me it's my heart being ripped in two.
The realtors, the bankers, the moneymen don't understand.
A house is more than made of wood, a house is made of man. My Grandfather's house is a memory that will
endure after it's torn down.
He's been gone for near thirty years, but his
house had lived on.
I know the world is made of change, and change
is all that's real. But one thing I cannot change,
that is the way I feel. I wipe a tear in the falling rain,
because they are tearing down my Grandfather's
house, and it gives me pain.
I love him as if it were yesteryear,
his wit and smile as warm as the sun.
The house once stood to remind me, but that too
is gone. They are tearing down my Grandfather's house,
it's made of wood and brick and stone.
Yet a house if more than made of wood,
a house is made of love.
 
David A. Webb

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  42.     

Visit Malaysia Year Haiku - Agnes Keith House, Sandakan (State Of Sabah, North Borneo)

Agnes Keith House
the beauty of a life
the house she leaves behind

Agnes Keith House
the beauty of her words
echo round the house

scattered around
Agnes Keith House
the beauty of her words

Agnes Keith House
echoing in all corners
their spirit and life of the dead

Agnes Keith House
between me and my shadow
the realm of the third (unseen) tenant

Agnes Keith House
a house on the hill and a bed
in the middle of the bedroom

Agnes Jones Goodwillie Newton Keith (4 July 1901 – 30 March 1982) was an American author best known for her three autobiographical accounts of life in North Borneo (now Sabah) before, during, and after the Second World War. The second of these, Three Came Home, tells of her time in Japanese POW and civilian internee camps in North Borneo and Sarawak, and was made into a film in 1950. She published seven books in all. (courtesy of Wikipedia) .

Agnes' House in Sandakan is now a tourist destination for anybody coming to town, the starting point of the infamous death march inflicted upon many Australian POWs when they were forced to walk to Ranau some 300 km away.
 
john tiong chunghoo

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House Of Fire (Lyrics)

House of fire
House of fire, yeah
Let's build a house of fire, baby
Not one of wood or stone
Walk thru my door of desire, baby
Come on in and make it your home
Don't need a window to watch you, baby
Don't need no roof overhead
Don't need no key to unlock ya, baby
I'll use my lovin'instead
I won't tire
Take me higher
Building a house of fire, baby
Buildin'it with our love
We are buildin'a house of fire every time we touch
House of fire
House of fire
We ain't gotta pay rent now, baby
No landlord to throw us out
I want to play in your garden, baby
When you want it give me a shout
I won't tire
Take me higher
Building a house of fire, baby
Buildin'it with our love
We are building a house of fire every time we touch
We are building this house together, baby
Standing on solid ground
We are building a house of fire
That you can't tear down
Brick by brick the flames get higher
Build it strong with our desire
Building a house of fire, baby
Building it with our love
We are building a house of fire every time we touch
We are building this house together, baby
Standing on solid ground
We are building a house of fire
That you can't tear down
Building a house of fire, baby
Building it with our love
We are building a house of fire every time we touch
 
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  44.     

Sister Wolf

As I lay here in the darkness of the night I can feel the wolf in side me start to stir. Waking up stretching she wants out She wants to hunt I want to let her out But I cant not tonight My pack has warned me That there is no sign of any deer, rabbits nothing No food has been found We have had to by Are food from farms and animal shelters The wolf is crying as I force my self to hold her back to keep the Wolf at bay she thrashes her head back and forth making my rib cage hurt She wants out but I can’t there will be no food yet again She howls in side my head and I finally let her out I walk out side and begin to Strip I run and start to turn and I let my wild side free when I hit the ground I feel more like my self I let out the loudest howl I could conjure up and just let it go I here replies from other wolfs from the area And I feel right at home the darkness of the night will give me cover from human eyes I will be safe I run towards the howls I heard when I came out side I notice that one of the wolfs is not a shape shifter but a normal grey wolf answering the call of another of there family I have a feeling that im being watched I start to walk when I hear the slow stalking walk I stop and listen and right as I start to smell another animal I dropp to the ground and become completely still I here the other animal rush out of the bushes and pounce on some thing as I get up I can see that its one of my pack members one of the very young pups from my pack she has wondered away from her den and her mother as a dominant wolf I have the responsibility of returning her I yip at her and bite her in the tail to let her know that I am her dominant she pulls her tail in and falls to the ground I growl at her to get up she obeys we start walking and I here the howl of a another wolf signaling that her pup is missing I give a strong loud howl letting her know that I have her young one I here the return howl signaling that they heard me we find the pack in a clearing waiting for me and the young pup my brother the dominant male of are pack welcomes me by standing up and coming over by me and giving me a wolfs version of a hug the others welcome me by yipping and wagging there tail my pack is glad to be together the only problem is food we cant hunt when there is no animals to eat we walk around are hunting grounds in search of intruders keeping are borders well guarded as the others walk the boundaries I sit with two other wolfs and watch the young ones as they play and hang out with each other the teen age wolfs are not here to night they are at home with there friends on the nights we hunt the teens would watch the young but with no hunting they are allowed to be at home. I get up and walk to the edge of the clearing were we are sitting and I smell some thing I call to the others they come over by me I tell one of the wolfs to come with me we walk out into the clearing slowly and silently we come to an opening and we discover what we were smelling a herd of deer have come to are hunting area I call to there others mentally and let them know to come they reply we shall hunt to night we shall feast to night we gather and come up with a hunting plan we hunt we get five large deer we will have a lot of meat after tonight we choose to haul the deer to my house and cut them up there my pack starts to move back towards my house when we here gun shots we turn around to see a group of men behind us I recognize two of them they are friends of my family they think I have a dog wich is lucky for me they think im a human and the dog side of me is just a dog but its not. John says my dog name I respond by walking up to him and sitting down and wagging my tail he says that’s who I thought you were he ask were my supposed master is I wine letting him know “im” not home he says he must speak to me at once I wine and start to walk away he calls my name and orders me to come he puts a bag around my neck and tells me to take it home Jordan the younger of the two I know comes up and pets me I roll over and let him rub my stomach he is one of the teenager wolfs of my pack he knows who I really am he ask john if he could stay with me for a little while he tells john he could help the dogs haul the deer to the house john says that’s a good idea john loads the back of the truck with the deer and puts me and the pack up front with the rest of the men some of the men are uncomfortable having a pack of semi wild dogs in the truck with them john tells them to calm down because the alpha is sitting right by him and that I am one of the most calm dogs he knows I turn my head towards the other men and yip john says I am agreeing with him and also he says he has known me since I was a puppy wich is true he has known me all my life in wolf form and in human he has known me for so long that its crazy he has helped raise a few of the wolf pups of my pack he knows nothing of my true life he only knows what I tell him. Jordan is looking at me he pets me and says good girl. We get home Jordan and the rest of the men start hualing the deer towards the garage Jordan finds the hidden key and lets him self into my house he goes strait for my bed room opening the door for me so I can change back so the men didn’t realize my truck was here but I wasn’t Jordan closes the door and finds me some clothes I change back and get dressed he walks out and then I do saying hi to all the new people in my house I ask who they are Jordan says they are his uncles hunting partners I offer coffee and food they all agree Jordan tells me about the deer and the dogs I call in the dogs and give them all food one of the men in the hunting group as me why I would call a pack of wild wolves into my house all the others look at me I tell them that I raised them john agrees with me telling them that I did raise most of them and that they are very used to people even those they don’t know the other wolves begin to study the men they smell them and start to yip at them the men ask me why there doing this I tell them that there welcoming them now that they know them the men start to relax. The men are leaving we can relax the others are turning back to there original forms they ask why I kept those men around for so long and I tell them that they needed to check them out and see if they were safe to know or if they were people to avoid…
 
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