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Love sticks on
If a door is shut
Don’t get upset.
Search and find.
There’s another door
Open, perhaps wider.
In our courtship
The door, don’t shut.
I want no other door
Even if it is wider.
No door is dearer than
The door of your bosom.
10-10-1999.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore
Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore —
No doubt you have heard the name before —
Was a boy who never would shut a door!
The wind might whistle, the wind might roar,
And teeth be aching and throats be sore,
But still he never would shut the door.
His father would beg, his mother implore,
'Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore,
We really do wish you would shut the door!'
Their hands they wrung, their hair they tore;
But Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore
Was deaf as the buoy out at the Nore.
When he walked forth the folks would roar,
'Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore,
Why don't you think to shut the door?'
They rigged up a Shutter with sail and oar,
And threatened to pack off Gustavus Gore
On a voyage of penance to Singapore.
But he begged for mercy and said, 'No more!
Pray do not send me to Singapore
On a Shutter, and then I will shut the door!'
'You will?' said his parents; 'then keep on shore!
But mind you do! For the plague is sore
Of a fellow that never will shut the door,
Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore!'
poem by William Brighty Rands
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Unopened Doors
Many doors of opportunity
remain shut through passing time.
You stand at them,
but they never open to let you pass through.
You try and try, but with no avail.
The door remains shut to you,
but you see other pass through it
and your frustration grows.
You bang and shout
and never anyone answers you.
The years slip silently by
from your youth until your old.
Each time you try the door
it refuses to let you through.
Even with more wisdom
it refuses to let you in,
but you don’t give up
you just try and try again.
More time passes
and you’ve lost the will
to want to go through.
You reach that point when you feel the battle lost.
Turning your back you walk away
to let the sun set on your life.
You feel you have nothing now,
no more will to fight.
Someone suggests a different direction,
a different door to go through.
You are hesitant
in case the door remains shut to you.
Finally, you try it
and are amazed to find
the door opens easily
and you can walk through,
but you keep remembering
the door that wouldn’t open for you.
25 March 2009
poem by David Harris
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I knocked on an earth-red door
I knocked on an earth-red door
And death let me in;
He spoke warm and soft
About the log fire within.
And though I warmed to his charm
His company was dim;
So I shut the door and left,
Drinking Vodka and Gin.
Singing limerick odes for death
About duties of sin;
Walking erstwhile forever?
'Til his feet made no din.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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Show the door
Show the door
Ready to go
We the four.
Front back next
Door is best.
Show the door
Ready to go
We the four.
With in the door
From death's door
We are out of door
O door keeper
Show the door
Call is there
More and more.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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So, am I friendly with my daughter and her friends? Yes. Am I their friend? No. Does she shut the door? Yes, and I very much support the shut door.
quote by Jamie Lee Curtis
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Bud of Pain
Shut the door, shut the door.
Shut out the burning light.
Lock me in, lock me away,
away from eyes and sight.
Turn the world away.
Leave them at the door.
Creep into a cosy corner.
Bother me no more.
Alone, I want to be alone.
Alone, I need no one.
Alone inside my private mask.
Alone, alone, alone.
Turn me off, turn me off.
Switch off the flickering light.
Leave me be, leave me be.
I have no strength to fight.
© Morney Wilson
poem by Morney Wilson
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A Little Bit Of Heaven
Written by richard kerr & graham lyle
The last guest has gone
I can tell youre as thankful as i
A good time was had by all
And a little wine
I know by that look
(hmm) youve got other things on your mind
And I cant resist that sign
So turn out the lights and close the door
We need the night to be alone
Shut out the world-just let it spin
Why dont we make a little bit of heaven
Just talk to my heart
(ooh) say the words that I want to hear
Darling, tonight I need you near
So turn out the light and close the door
We need some time to be alone
Shut out the world-just let it spin
And maybe well touch
A little bit of heaven
Oh---, oh, oh, hmm---
Shut out the world-just let it spin
Maybe well touch a little bit of heaven
Heavens right here for us
We dont need a mountain to climb, no, no, no
Theres just the two of us
And the love between the lines
Turn out the light and close the door
We need the night to be alone
Shut out the world just let it spin
Why dont we make a little bit of heaven
Turn out the light and close that door
Maybe well find a little bit of heaven
Turn out the light, baby, and close the door
I know we can make a little bit of heaven
Honey, turn out the light, yeah, and close the door
Maybe well find a little bit of heaven
Turn out the light and close the door
Maybe well find, oh, a little bit of heaven
song performed by by Natalie Cole
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The Key
I feel I've been this way before,
Like stepping thru an open
door.
The door was shut, locked up
tight,
Darkness was there, instead
of light.
I looked and looked for the key,
Someone kept hiding it from
me.
Then one day, I turned around,
The key was lying on the
ground.
With key in hand, unlocked the
door,
Inside I started to explore.
poem by Heather Burns
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Suffer
Im gonna suffer for you no longer
Im gonna suffer for you no more
Im gonna write you out of my life
And shut the door
You tried to drive a wedge between me and my friends
You pushed me to the edge time and again
Ive been living in your shade since I cant remember when
Now Im bringing this charade to an end
Im gonna suffer for you no longer
Im gonna suffer for you no more
Im gonna write you out of my life
And shut the door
There was subtlety and skill in your manipulative ways
You chipped away my will so you could make me stay
You soothed me with your voice until I obeyed
But Im making my own choice from today
You used the tongue of love like a boxer uses fists
You contained me like a glove or a creeping cloak of mist
You guaranteed the stars but there always was a twist
Now I see you as you are - egotist !
Im gonna suffer for you no longer
Im gonna suffer for you no more
Im gonna write you out of my life
And shut the door
Ive got a ticket in my hand and I must be moving on
But I want you to understand that from the moment I am gone
I release and let you go - you owe nothing now to me
Im not angry anymore - Im free !
Im gonna suffer for you no longer
Im gonna suffer for you no more
Im gonna write you out of my life
And shut the door
song performed by by Waterboys
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Godfrey Gordon
Godfrey Gordon Gustuvus Gore
The boy who'd never shut the door
His Father would Plead and mother implore
Godfrey Gordon Please Shut the door.
poem by Anonymous Americas
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The fixed mind
When a door is shut
There might be another open.
But we wait looking
At the shut door to open.
10.11.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Godfrey Gordon
Godfrey Gordon Gustuvus Gore
The boy who'd never shut the door
His Father would Plead and mother implore
Godfrey Gordon Please Shut the door.
Death Is Calling At My Door
Death is calling at my door,
Knock Knock not another joke.
This time I'm actually scared.
The call of death is at my door,
Knocking..... Knocking.....
Awaiting an answer,
My body gets cold as I start to shiver.
All sorts of things are happening to my body,
Not accustom to it; it got me worried.
I am feeling like I am going to die,
I don't. I want to stay alive.
I don't know what it is,
For all I know it could be a disease.
I spoke to my mother who said it is normal and I am alright,
But the symptoms I am getting insist to pry.
The knocking on the door becomes more as I go closer.
I want it to go away let me live to see another day.
I open the door ready to take my last breath,
Shockingly death had the wrong address
poem by Anita Khelawan
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After Life
when you are nearing the door of death
life attracts you
with another door, someone there gives you a smile
and signals you to come
to change your direction
as though saying, this is the correct door
come, come,
you doubt
but i must tell you do not doubt
proceed to that
door, open it have courage, enter it with dignity
embrace it with all your
heart
learn to love it
there is another life there.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Loud Is The Cry Of War
Loud is the cry of war
Many people shall it smite
Opening up death's dark door
Our people shaken to the core
As we feel our enemies bite
Loud is the cry of war
Many soldiers now implore
If this battle was worth the fight
Opening up death's dark door
Many hearts lie broken and torn
An Endless number of sleepless nights
Loud is the cry of war
Crowded will be heaven's shore
As the dead now take their heavenly flight
Opening up death's dark door
Although we won, we lost much more
As empty cries echo through the night
Opening up death's dark door
Loud is the cry of was
poem by Cat Winder
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Open The Door - IV
Mom! Open the door
I have been waiting on the door
It is chilly cold, havn't sufficient clothes
Mom! please open the door
the sun is on head
may i get stroke
Mom! please open the door
Mom! open the door
it is raining cats and dogs
my clothes are fully drenched
Mom! please open the door
Don't be so truculent
I shalt be thy obedient son
Please open the door
poem by Ramesh Rai
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The Lady’s Lament
Never happy any more!
Aye, turn the saying o'er and o'er,
It says but what it said before,
And heart and life are just as sore.
The wet leaves blow aslant the floor
In the rain through the open door.
No, no more.
Never happy any more!
The eyes are weary and give o'er,
But still the soul weeps as before.
And always must each one deplore
Each once, nor bear what others bore?
This is now as it was of yore.
No, no more.
Never happy any more!
Is it not but a sorry lore
That says, “Take strength, the worst is o'er”?
Shall the stars seem as heretofore?
The day wears on more and more—
While I was weeping the day wore.
No, no more.
Never happy any more!
In the cold behind the door
That was the dial striking four:
One for joy the past hours bore,
Two for hope and will cast o'er,
One for the naked dark before.
No, no more.
Never happy any more!
Put the light out, shut the door,
Sweep the wet leaves from the floor.
Even thus Fate's hand has swept her floor,
Even thus Love's hand has shut the door
Through which his warm feet passed of yore.
Shall it be opened any more?
No, no, no more.
poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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Doors
A door may open
Or it may close
It may be wooden
Or steel, I suppose.
A door keeps us in
Or may lock us out,
A door may be silent
Or with noise, may shout.
Doors are for safety,
Our protection -
May rot in antiquity
Lose purpose and mission.
A door like chance,
Can open a dream.
A door like romance,
Can cause some steam.
But there is one door
With its key - never part,
Freely open, evermore -
The door of your heart!
Cynthia BuhainBaello
February 19,2012
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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I Waited For Her
actually, this is the story of my marriage
i have chosen not to hurt and so
i pretend not to like to close the door
and shut myself away from everything
that bears every scent of her
the air outside
the dust inside
i waited for her to feel the core of the story
for her to internalize
who i was and what i have become
i left my shoes so she may finally wear them
and there by chance, it was her who shut the door on me
i pretended to weep and she hears the knocks to let me in
but honestly, i was thinking of something else
the blue sea the sunset at the beach
the small cottage and this beautiful shadow
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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