Domicile Poems - Poems about Domicile

Behold the abominable annals of the Storm domicile, A living, groaning edifice of lumber and bureaucratic despair— Where Allen Storm, the paternal prodigal of procedural pedantry, Treads upon its creaking floors with the rigor of a misfiled memo, And Betty Storm, matron of mundane mismanagement, Douses its sentient walls with detergents of dire discontent, While young Charles Storm, a cherubic herald...

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I'm retired and live in a small, mobile home, about 5600 miles from the outskirts of Rome, about 7200 miles from the waters of the Ganges, and about 5100 miles from Machu Picchu, in the peaks of the Andes. It's a nice, cozy little home, where every day, I try to come up with at least one new spanking poem--oops! at...

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Here, general life is hideous, All the well-paid jobs tedious, Robbers determined to loot, The Robbed determined to shoot. You’re wasting time as you shout, The Nice option: To get out! One cannot beat Miguel’s heat, Only beat timely retreat: An idea minds don’t refuse: The best way to bombs defuse… Mine really has been daydreams While trousers burst at their seams; I used to like her...

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Used to be able to walk for miles Now I get out of breath, this is not a smile Breathing's a strain A strain on my brain So no more walking unless it's around my domicile<>...

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Awakening from a restful night, I thank God for my humble home, For His keeping watch as I slept, And for His morning show of charm. Enjoying my breakfast with delight, I feel God’s presence in a brimming cup. And before I grasp His amazing provision, All my morning meal has been eaten up. With joy I sit in safety and comfort While I...

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C-heer I-s N-ow D-elighting Y-our D-omicile E-ven T-hough O-utside I-t's T-ruly O-bscure Topic: Birthday of Cindy Detoito (May 18) Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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I prefer my home and family buttoned down rather than too wild and disorderly, disheveled and irrational. I prefer natural order and shades of color and dialects and economic/political vocations and sequential rules of nutrition-producing order, and yet wonder, too. I have been hurt by too much wild struggling against my too much gay internal loss of homophobia, struggling with We fear and Me anger about my too-wild...

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