When suffering knocks at your door and you say there is no seat for him, he tells you not to worry because he has brought his own stool.
quote by Chinua Achebe
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To Knock on a Door
Who
Who
Who knocks?
Who knocks at
Who knocks at my door?
Who knocks at my door - not chamber
Who knocks at my door - not chamber door, but door. Who knocks?
Who knocks at my door - not chamber door, but door. Who knocks? Is it a raven - a raven
Who knocks at my door - not chamber door, but door. Who knocks? Is it a raven - a raven named Nevermore that knocks, knocks at my non-chamber door?
Who knocks at my door - not chamber door, but door. Who knocks? Is it a raven - a raven named Nevermore that knocks, knocks at my non-chamber door? ... No, it's just my brother, Josh, that knocks, knocks at my non-chamber door:
It's time for dinner.
poem by Hannah Shier
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Three Knocks Door
One knock
just say my name
Two knocks
you should clear your ears
Three knocks
open the door!
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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The night has left the stranger in the heart
who knocks and knocks but never lets in
I don't know if the dawn will find his home
the beam to write a message upon his door
'please come in or come no more'
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Though you seat the frog on a golden stool, he'll soon jump off again into the pool.
One Knock Two Knocks
One knock, Two knocks
Who's at the door?
Come out once more
One knock, Two knocks
Who's at the door?
Come out and see for sure
A world melts, as one developes
A world ends, as one begins
One Knock, Two knock
Who's at the door?
Open it once more
One Knock, Two knock
Who's at the door?
Come closer and it just might poor
Devastation has come to me.
I hear it like the knocking
The ground is rocking
Given the eyes of a blind man I once again can see
With wings I rise and soar.
Thoughts with clarity I explore
Got to get a better view, maybe from an enormous mountain up so high
Focus on the crystal ball, reading a fortune from the sky
Oh such, such pretty pretty ball
Just let it fall, down to a place full depravity, and derogation
With one Revelation after another they come
knocking knocking on my door
Will I answer, oh will I answer
Only if I must
And its forever open with one fell gust
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Never Say Die
People going nowhere, taken for a ride
Looking for the answers that they know inside
Searching for a reason, looking for a rhyme
Snow White's mirror said: partners in crime!
Don't they ever have to worry?
Don't you ever wonder why?
It's a part of me that tells you
Oh, don't you ever, don't ever say die
Never, never, never say die again
Sunday's satisfaction, Monday's home and dry
Truth is on the doorstep, welcome in the lie
All dressed up in sorrow, got no place to go
Hold back, 'till it's ready, taking it slow
Don't they ever have to worry?
Don't you ever wonder why?
It's a part of me that tells you
Oh, don't you ever, don't ever say die
Never, never, never say die again
Don't you ever say die
Don't you ever say die
Never say die
Panic, silver lining, writing's on the wall
Children get together, you can save us all
Future's on the corner, throwing us a die
Slow down, turn around, everything's fine
There's no need to have a reason
There's no need to wonder why
It's a part of me that tells you
Oh, don't you ever, don't ever say die
Never, never, never say die again
song performed by by Ozzy Osbourne
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The Return
Who knocks at the door so late, so late—
Who knocks so late at the door?
Is it one who comes as a stranger comes,
Or one who has knocked before?
Is it one who stays with intent to bless,
Or one who stands to implore?
My days have been as the years, she said,
And my heart, my heart is sore;
Love looked in my face for a moment's space
One happy spring of yore—
Looked in my face with a wistful grace:
And left me to grieve evermore!
Through all the days the door stood wide,
For hope had breathed a vow
That love should ne'er be kept outside.
The years were long and hope hath died;
The door at last is barred and fast—
Why comes this knocking now?
Yet woe the waiting heart, she said,
And the heart it waiteth for!
And woe the truth and wasted youth
That nothing shall restore!
The faith that's fled, the hope that's dead,
The dreams that come no more.
Who knocks at the gate—so late, so late?
Thou foolish heart, be still!
What is 't to thee if love or hate
Knocks in the midnight chill?
Art thou, poor heart, compassionate?
Is love so hard to kill?
Ah me! the night is cold, she said;
Would I might all forget;
But memory lives when hope is dead,
And pity heals regret;
As light still lingers overhead
When sun and moon are set.
poem by Florence Earle Coates from Mine and Thine (1904)
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This Writer is ...
My poem is what you need but,
This writer is very far away from you!
And many still have nothing to eat around you,
For the war had brought in much suffering.
Who will like to share the cake of this earth evenly?
Who will like to learn my ways?
But try to give to the hungry and do not rob anyone!
For the war had brought us much suffering already.
Solomon rebuilt Gazer and,
My poem will surely touch your heart!
And like the government officials and the men of war;
But as it is to this day, so is my love to you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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His door
His door is a closed
it doesn't open to anyone
and tells the world he's ferocious
and tells me he's insecure.
His door has numerous bolts,
it has a big sign saying
LEAVE ME BE
and they do, believe me.
This door SHOUTS
in a deep, dark troll's voice
that has grown men weeping
and sirens blaring.
It says, 'you wouldn't want to mess with me'
while he hides, eyes shut,
his back to the world
his shields up.
poem by Ruth Walters
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The Mirror
Standing in front of the mirror,
The reflection tells me to look behind.
The focus of the mirror is myself,
And also what lies behind.
I can move to the left,
I can move to the right,
But to the mirror I am always within it's sight.
As are things past.
I look out a window,
It tells me to see what lies ahead.
In the window, I do not see myself.
I see others.
I see nature's beauty unfolding.
I know I am there,
But I am just merely a part of the surroundings.
To the mirror, it is all about me.
The mirror tells me to worry about how I look.
The window tells me to worry about how the world looks.
The eyes are the window to the soul.
Not the mirror.
The mirror deceives.
To the mirror, everything is backwards.
As I look into my own eyes.
My soul becomes filled with self.
As I look into the eyes of another.
My soul becomes filled with life.
While the mirror holds my reflection.
It is the window that holds the truth.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Calculations
The competency of calculations exceeds my expectations,
Like living in the wilderness, we calculate somehow;
The reasoning of jests pierces us in the jet of life,
Then life gave mathematical problems, of the hour.
This moon in the sky, when the sky collapses,
Knocks on the door, knocks again and repeatedly;
The sums and products of the deeds in life
Master us in ourselves, even my attention is praised.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Never Say Die
People going nowhere, taken for a ride
Looking for the answers that they know inside
Searching for a reason, looking for a rhyme
Snow whites mirror said partners in crime!
Dont they ever have to worry?
Dont you ever wonder why?
Its a part of me that tells you
Oh, dont you ever, dont ever say die
Never, never, never say die again
Sundays satisfaction, mondays home and dry
Truth is on the doorstep, welcome in the lie
All dressed up in sorrow, got no place to go
Hold back, 'till its ready, taking it slow
Dont they ever have to worry?
Dont you ever wonder why?
Its a part of me that tells you
Oh, dont you ever, dont ever say die
Never, never, never say die again
Dont you ever say die
Dont you ever say die
Never say die
Panic, silver lining, writings on the wall
Children get together, you can save us all
Futures on the corner, throwing us a die
Slow down, turn around, everythings fine
Theres no need to have a reason
Theres no need to wonder why
Its a part of me that tells you
Oh, dont you ever, dont ever say die
Never, never, never say die again
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Christmas 2010
Christmas is the time that tells
That God was born a baby boy;
And He was called ‘Emmanuel’
(‘God with us’) , and brought us joy!
Christmas is the time that tells
That love of God was born on earth,
Becoming flesh in virgin’s womb,
Proclaiming the ‘King of Kings’ birth!
Christmas is the time that tells
That Word that was God became man,
And dwelt amongst us for some years,
And suffer in all ways, He can.
Christmas is the time that tells
That peace returned to heart and soul,
And brought back hope to sinners too,
Who aim toward a heavenly goal.
Christmas is the time that tells
That prophecy of birth of Christ
In Scriptures came to be fulfilled,
As angel choirs sang in Highest.
Christmas is the time that tells
That God chose poverty at birth,
To know how tough life on earth is,
And showed how woes can become mirth.
Christmas is the time that tells
That Christ was born to save mankind
From sins of present, future, past,
And peace came back to heart and mind.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 07-12-2010
poem by John Celes
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Those Dance Moves
When I see you pull
those dance moves
it knocks me out
When the music
is screamin'
it knocks me out
You know I gotta smile
It makes me so happy
It makes me so happy
it knocks me out
I can't see anyone else
when those
dance moves
knocks me out
poem by Rachel Nichols
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Dreaming On a Concrete Stool
Dreaming On a Concrete Stool
I painfully remember the stool under tree,
where we, as newly arrivers to the city,
sat resting tightly in a lovely quietness,
hugging each-other in warm sweetness.
Tempted by the desire to dream,
away from the stool the image flew,
deep into distant desirable future,
as in fairy tales ourselves we threw.
What we had gone through said to ignore,
our past happiness fervently remembered,
a new dream were weaving once more,
when two drops of tears fell on the stool.
With the burning miss you to remember,
from a vague distance I returned again,
I saw the tree fully covered in frost,
and the stool had become an icy rock.
Everything had plunged into darkness,
seized by sadness, stiffed in loneliness,
feeling like a stranger into this emptiness,
how could I sit on that bitter coldness?
Scared to death, my eyes I threw
on that concrete stool once we sat,
as two jewelry stones in my image grew,
those two drops of tears I’ll never forget
poem by avzi Cipuri
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I go from stool to stool in singles bars hoping to get lucky, but there's never any gum under any of them.
quote by Emo Philips
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The Stool
Your bloody stool will stain the stool,
For it was pouring and coming out like the river;
But my writing cannot change anything,
For you really know what you are going through.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Demon voice
he tells me to fight not to walk away
he tells me to scream not to talk rational
he tells me to hate not to forgive
he tells me destroy not to create
he tells me to give in
he tells me to kill
he knows i'm getting weaker
he knows it's almost his time
he knows he will be free
he knows he will have fun
he knows it will be a bloody ride to the end
he knows the end is death and so do i
poem by Paddy Jansen
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Depression Knocks At My Door
Here it is again my old and faithful friend,
knocks at my door.
Here I am, its me again.
Its depression,
Only today depression has brought you.
Suicide
Depression you are no longer my friend
You are the enemy to who i do not serve.
Suicide is my new friend.
And one day Ill finally
Take suicides hand
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Do You?
Do you hear the rain drops on your window?
Do you feel the wind touching your body?
Do you feel the sun smiling to your face?
Do you hear the birds singing?
Do you?
This is life going through your veins,
This is reason to be happy and fulfill.
Do you feel my love knocking by your door?
Do you want to open it?
Sometimes love knocks only one time and goes away,
But love always knocks,
And if you hear knocking,
And you opent it
There is something waiting out there,
Something that will make your heart get crazy,
Something that will turn your world upside down,
But it will be a crazy happiness,
Because at your door it will be
The meaning of your life,
Woman of your dreams,
Key of your answers,
Me.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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