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  157.     

Every House

Every house has a sun and moon,
And a little porcelain cup,
And a little silver spoon;
Every house has laughter and pain,
And feels the kiss of a needed rain.

Every house has a pet or two,
A cat in the tree,
A dove that coo;
Every house has a little mouse,
Lives in a hole he never comes out.

Every house has a window or two,
And some grass and trees,
And a sky that's blue;
Every house has a child that dreams,
As he plucks at raw reality's seams.
 
Patti Masterman

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  158.     

Sonnet: An Empty House Remembers

The empty house around me ticks and creaks,
A moody end to evening's gentle rains,
A brooding quiet as the daylight wanes,
The secret language empty houses speak.

What stories might this house preserve entire
In rhythmic code composed of click and groan?
Does House recall a sadness with each moan?
Is laughter stored in every plank and wire?

And how might I, a fleeting visitor,
Acquire an ear for stories trapped in time,
And wrap a tale or two in words and rhyme?
How can I tap the House's secret lore?

In silence soft the house slips off to sleep.
Alone I sit, in darkness vast and deep.
 
Russell Collier

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  159.     

The House

With a bang and a clash, his wooden bones were erected.
With skill and ability the plaster skin was applied
And then, something quite unexpected
The house breathed a breath it was alive
Through the years he watched with joy
As the families cam and went
Oh but sometimes how those kids could annoy
The house screamed a silent scream of pain
As his skin was peeled away and his bones of wood were broken
Throughout the ordeal he never did complain
The addition made he so much more then mundane
One day the workers returned the house took it in stride
They pounded and hammered eventually their work did subside
A brand new garage was standing tall by his side
“He does have my roofline” the house beamed with pride
Years went by the house fell to disarray
in the storms he would bend and sway
the families were long gone now all of them have gone away
the crushing loneliness gave way to sadness, the sadness drove him to madness
Again, the workers come to rebuild what was neglected
But the mad house will teach them, teach them all
What it feels to be rejected
 
Jim Milks

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  160.     

Yiayia Eleni - Incomplete Poem

An old house in a cobbled street
A back-to-back house
Like those in Coronation Street
My granny came to visit us

After maybe two or three weeks
Her face to one side
She gave me some meaningful looks
That I should follow her outside

In our house's small back yard
She took me a-side
She struggled to adjust her face


What was it she found very hard
To say face to face
After a while her decision made
Words rush out as if in a race

Everything here is dull grey
The houses are grey
The streets are grey
There are no trees
There are no flowers
Everything is grey
Except the soil which is black!

I love my son
And you my grandson
But I cannot bear this dark gloom
Where I feel I'll meet my doom

I want to go back to my home
To my precious one-bedroom house
With its low walls of white-washed white
Making it light and O so bright

My bijoux happy little house
Room for a bed and little else
A bottle of ouzo and Coke
It's enough -

Unfinished
 
Elia Michael

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