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housy homy

I have observed most folks live
in houses palatial,
brightly lit
heated hot

very few live in homes
within warm blankets
provided by living souls
in human form,

we all are hypocrites
more than not, often

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Maybe you will need your Flack Jacket for the comments on this one, where there are some that have worked hard all their lives to attain such Homy places. LOL
I know what you mean, but I would rather be a millionaire, than a poor man but we make a journey and our path is set, some work very hard and even they sometimes end up with nothing.
I can see the suffering but can do nothing, if I shout they will lock me up. so I live in my Homy quietly and if cold turn the heating up, whoops did I say that lol, Yours Ian.T

There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

your humorous comments
Ian... hahahahahahaaa


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I loved it. Not sure how the last 2 lines fitted. Please explain

I loved it. Not sure how the last 2 lines fitted. Please explain

though unhappy at home
we say otherwise .....
each one for him/herself
poetry is just a n emotion
not common to all
perhaps this settles it thanks


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So true

This line of thinking is silly, immature, and dangerous. Sure, there are the Plaths and Sextons among us, but poverty, tortured existences, and suicides aren't limited to those of us who write at whatever level. Also, I don't see a damned thing against working and building a good life for me and my family. I'm sure that you can find that kind of life if that is what you want, but other options are certainly open to you.


Blue Demon77

"What I want is to be what I was before the knife,
before the brooch pin, before the salve, fixed me in this parenthesis:
Horses fluent in the wind. A place, a time gone out of mind."

The Eye Mote-Sylvia Plath

I step into shoes
of those who listen
then give out my own version


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good on you.
My epitaph might say "I'm glad I didn't spend more time at the office"

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