What is a Home?©

What is a Home?©


What is a home?

Is it a building of woods and stones,

A place you call your own,

and fill it with furniture?

What is a home?

A property you claim?

An address that has your name,

A location on a map, a dwelling

you share with family members?

No, that is simply not a home.

That is merely a resident,

An occupancy, a retreat.   That is called

A house with just a number,

A zip code, a building on some street.

But what makes a house a home?

Is it the memory that you keep

In a drawer or on a shelf?

Or is it a trinket, an antique

That ornate a corner?  I wonder!

What is a home?

It is that cinnamon smell

From the apple pie that was

just baked fresh and sizzling

Out from the oven.  It is the warm hearth

Family and friends all  gather

Around, and the air is full of laughter.

A home is a life that we build,

Brick after brick of solid

Dreams, lost and found

And lived as reality.

It is a territory, a privacy

That we own sacred right for,

A sense of belonging.

It is a garden that we tend

With our sweat and love,

Until it grows and bloom.

A home is the roots that run

Deep and strong, anchor and

Shape our lives.©





On a Wing of a Bird!©

On a Wing of a Bird!©


On a wing of a bird

A twinkle of a star

On a ruffle of a wind

Our life goes by.

No matter how we cling,

No matter how high we reach,

How far we can go,

How much we collect,

Or how hard we try.

The moment will flee,

And there will be only

One print, one dint we left

On the fabric of time.

And then we are gone.


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She Said: Go Towards The Light!©

She Said: Go Towards The Light!©

The road was winding

Curves and Bushes

Playing hide and seek

With the seashore.

I heard the ocean’s call

Alluring me to sit and talk,

As I used to talk with him

Every time we meet.

The Ocean  and I have always

been close friends.  Something

About the sea makes you want

To pour your soul out knowing

It will go deep and safe, and he

Listens clear.

I parked the car away at the nearby

Street.  Climbing the hill to the

Shore.  The hill was steep,

I looked around, and looked down

To the slippery sand beneath my feet.

The path laid in front of me

Was a maze of Bushes and sand dunes.

I reached a fork in the road.  Paths and

Trails right and left.  I was lost.

I still can hear the calls of the sea,

But where is he?


Something about the sea, makes you trust him.

As old friends, he greets me

With wide open heart and

Generous giving spirit, he

Greets me with waves of

Cheers and laughter of

The gulls…even when he

Is angry or grim.  “Welcome back,

You are home, you are here.” He always said.


I was near, but not there yet.

At the twilight time when

Not many were on the trails.

I got up and stood there and

Contemplated at life choices.

How many trails we got to choose,

And how many got us lost.


Only then I heard others approaching,

Laughing and calling on each other.  Giggling

Trying to find each others through the maze.

Trying to reach the sea…like me.  I heard a girl

Calling.  “I found the sea!”  “I found the sea!”

She said:   “Go towards the light.”!


Hope & The Jasmine Tree©

Hope & The Jasmine Tree©

Hope is a seed that I planted

Way in the depth of the soil

Of my soul.  It pushes through

The cracks of my heart and grow.

It withers away and shrinks by

Winds of gloom and dismay.

But forever blossom back

Green, fresh, and strong.

For, you see, my hope is a seed

Of an old Jasmine tree-Stubborn and free.

Flowers white fragrance petals in spite of

Frozen snow, blooms betwixt rocks.


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I have to Differ!©

I have to Differ!©

I sadly would have to differ

With you, if you are racist.

I differ because I am not,

And sadly because you are.


I stand up for Fairness, for Justice,

For freedom of choice,

I call for Unity, I call for Peace.

I stand up against war.

I stand up for humanity.

What do you stand for?



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Trébuchet of Deadly Words©

Trébuchet of Deadly Words©

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And they took their words

Turned them into stones

And trébuchet , trébuchet

Broke my heart.  Rising smoke

And clouds of doubt formed

Above skies of mistrust and hurt.

Looking deep the broken mirror

Of my heart and saw nothing.

This is how it ended.  This is how it died.