The Open Door
O Mystery of life,
That, after all our strife,
Defeats, mistakes,
Just as, at last, we see
The road to victory,
The tired heart breaks.
Just as the long years give
Knowledge of how to live,
Life's end draws near;
As if, that gift being ours,
God needed our new powers
In worlds elsewhere.
There, if the soul whose wings
Were won in suffering, springs
To life anew,
Justice would have some room
For hope beyond the tomb,
And mercy, too.
And since, without this dream
No light, no faintest gleam
Answers our 'why';
But earth and all its race
Must pass and leave no trace
On that blind sky;
Shall reason close that door
On all we struggled for,
Seal the soul's doom;
Make of this universe
One wild answering curse,
One lampless tomb?
Mine be the dream, the creed
That leaves for God, indeed,
For God, and man,
One open door whereby
To prove His world no lie
And crown His plan.
poem by Alfred Noyes
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My Tomb
The four walls around me,
The bed in which I lay.
A lock on my door,
Keeps everyone away.
The outside world has nothing,
Not a single thing for me.
For I lost the angel of my life,
An angel as beautiful as she.
I lay within these four walls,
Counting the time go by.
The day quickly comes to an end,
And then I close my eyes.
It is then I dream of her,
As I lie here in my room.
In my dream I leave from here,
This place I call my tomb.
No more walls around me,
No more bed in which I lay.
I have broken from the locks,
That kept me here to decay.
In my dream I am with her,
No longer am I sad.
For in my dream she never leaves,
Destroying everything we had.
In my dream we are happy,
Our love will only grow.
Reaching to the Heavenly skies,
Leaving the world below.
In my dream I'm full of life,
No longer live in gloom.
My angel has pulled me from the trap,
Of this place I call my tomb.
I want to stay in this dream,
For when I am asleep.
No longer do I miss her,
No longer do I weep.
I want to stay in this dream,
I never want to wake.
For when I'm here with my angel,
No longer do I ache.
I want to stay in this dream,
Don't ever pull me out.
I want to stay here forever,
For here there is no doubt.
Eventually my eyes will open,
I see the walls of my room.
Once again I'm locked up,
As I lie here in my tomb.
poem by Adam McKim
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A Gleam Of Hope
From despair to a gleam of hope
I wrote this poem to dream of hope...........
Hope is a candle in my dark
At night he is the sparkling stars
Hope is my eternal dream
In the day he's my sunbeam
Hope so special - makes my life
He saves my heart from inner strife
Hope is my window opened wide
After my rain - my rainbow guide
Hope is my perfect scenting flower
Against all strife, he gives me power
Hope fights for me heroically
While the whole world opposes me
Hope for my weakness - for my sadness
He is my strength - he is my gladness
Hope knocks my door of loneliness
His key, a sweet smile, gives me gladness
Hope is a mystery an enigma
His soft light mellows his charisma
Hope is the roots of a fruitful tree
He matures me and he makes me free!
{September 11,2009}
***a gleam of HOPE is the light of LIFE
poem by Glamorous Enigma
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You Hide From Them Your Soul
Oh the tangle weaves of life
Make us as human beings
So unworthy in our lives
To others who think
It’s just all a bad dream
We stand upon the edge
Of life’s calculated risks
Wondering can we be
What others can see
All they ever see
Is the shell that hides your soul?
They poke, prod and question
What kind of life you lead
You hide from them your soul
The journeys of life’s mystery
They think they know you best
But in reality all they see
Is a shell of a being?
That holds your soul to be
One that hides the ghost of pain
That is dormant in your heart
One that’s learnt to live and breathe
Behind a painted door
They often knock to see
If you are still here in reality
Little do they know?
Of your secret life of woe
Only once in while
You let them in your life
Then firmly close the door
That hides your secret life
poem by Kaila George
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What Do You Do I Ask
(5/4/12)
What do you do when you feel all hope is gone
And hanging by a thread you linger on.
What do you do when you take three steps forward
And eight steps back, and in life you're always under attack.
What do you do when you have door after door
Slam in your face, and to hide - there is no place.
What do you do when your loved ones have lost faith in you
And you don't know what to do.
What do you do when you pray every day
And the answers don't come your way.
Is this really the time to give up hope
When all your life you learned to cope.
Your dreams don't come when you want
And may never come at all
And to the ground they may fall.
Your dreams may not be what GOD has intended
But in your life, your dreams may be ended.
There may be another path that he wants you to travel
And his answers will all unravel.
Your life is not lived just for yourself
You must touch everyone else.
We are surrounded by millions of people
And each life touching another
And giving hope to so many others.
We can not see what he has in store
But we live with faith as we open the new door.
The door may be something that we don't expect
And it will make our lives better yet.
So open the door and let that radiating light shine through
For this is the light and path that belongs to you.
poem by Louis Rams
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Mother of Mercy
Mother of mercy breathe your life into me,
Open my mind let me see everything there is to see,
Mother of mercy, take my hand and guide me to the pearly gates,
Show me the land of make believe,
Put me to somber sleep and make me dream,
Make me dream of the world around me so beautifully surreal,
Take me under your wing and take me away from what’s real,
Mend the broken covenant of morals by stitching the broken seal,
Mother of mercy, take me to the window where the light shines through,
In my dreams, mother of mercy, every night I dream of you,
Spread your wings and hover over my bedside and protect me from all evil,
Mother of mercy, open the window so I can see the light,
Let the light shine through my eyes so bright,
Be alive so I can be protected in the night,
When the light shines through spread your wings,
Only you Mother of Mercy is the most beautiful of beings,
Mother of Mercy, breathe your life into me.
poem by Kurt Kacich
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I'm Tired Of It All
I am tired of it all
I am tired of today
I am tired of the summer heat-
I am tired of all the years of trying to be something
And still being nothing and no one
I am tired of myself and my ambition
I am tired of reading the great poems of others
I am tired of Poetry
I am tired of being old
I am tired of no longer having the means to help those I care for-
I am tired of having written for so many years
And having so little to show for it-
I am tired of being an old man getting older -
I am tired of being afraid of what is going to happen to me
And those close to me
I am tired of having so many sick friends-
I am tired of having more and more people I have known who are dead
I am tired of a world in which violence and stupidity play such a great part
I am tired of all the problems that should have been solved years ago
And yet persist-
I am tired of cruelty
I am tired of rudeness and petty selfishness
I am tired of seeing the evil get away with it
I am tired truly tired
Tired of being tired also
Tired of myself and my complaints-
And my failure all these years
To make things right-
And yet and yet with all the tiredness
I know there is so much else even in myself-
I still want to live and dream and hope and help those I love
I still want to write still a few lines of poetry
that will be read by others
And help them
Dream to begin again
I still want to give to those I love
The little I still have to give
I still want to live
For life itself is life itself is still good
Despite the tiredness.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Symphony Of Life
Sleep to the symphony of life
For your breath is the music
Your thoughts are the lyrics
Your heart is the bass.
Dance in the time that draws your thoughts
For here time is nothing
The dream is your path
The steps of the dance are everything
Lay in the bed of security
For the window is the past
The floor if your foundation
The walls are eternity
Sleep with the lamp of imortality
For the shade is the boundery
The bulb is your heart
THe light is the soul
Live in the house of forgivness
For here you are home
Here you can make mistakes
Here you can be forgiven
Open the doors of change
For the hinges are faith
The entrance is joy
The door mat is hope
Step outside into the endlesness of the soul
For the trees are your neighbors
The animals are your brothers
The sky is your sister
Sleep in the symphony of life
For your breath is the music
Your thoughts are the lyrics
Your heart is the bass
Walk in the endless hall of life
For that shall show you the way
That will be your guide
That will lead you to the ball room of imortality
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Here In My Heart
I keep on thinkin' I should be free
This time just leave it alone
With 17 reasons not to believe
Nothin' goes everybody knows like you always want it to be
But, here in my heart
There's a dream that's unbroken
And it get's in my way
But it won't be denied
Here in my heart the door is still open
Waiting for you to walk into my life (oohh oo-oo-ooh)
What I've been feelin' I can't explain
Lost in the muse of your eyes
An' I'm fallin' so hard
Just like the rain
Comes a time when ya cross the line and you know you got to believe
'Cos here in my heart
There's a dream that's unbroken
An' it gets in my way
But it won't be denied
Here in my heart the door is still open
Waiting for you to walk into my life
I know!
(That) I may never sleep again
'Till I see you (ooh oo-oo-ooh)
Oh, baby, I know (I know!)
Life is too short and I can't pretend
It's not about you (not about you)
Can't do without you
wooo oo-oo-ooh
Here in my heart
There's a dream that's unbroken
And it get's in my way (gets in my way)
But it won't be denied
Here in my heart (here in my heart)
The door is still open
Waiting for you to walk into my life
There's a dream that's unbroken
It gets in my way
But it won't be denied
Here in my heart (here in my heart)
The door is still open
Waiting for you to walk into my life
In my life (in my life)
In my life (in my life
song performed by by Chicago
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Deep in my heart
as the waves conquer, the ocean floor, and the water kisses
the river stream, the joy that lingers in my twinkling heart, makes
my whispering soul, to rejoice in your soul
you who lived with me amidst of a miserable world, wins my heart,
to go where it takes, live where it ends and conquer where i stand,
waves all the struggle that echo in a distance land, for my dream,
would never be the same
leave me not, for my life will lives only with you, believe what i see
not in every wilderness you find light, not even memories to
remember that life we live is but a dream to forget, just hold on
in my shadow for i will make you live
iam not a god nor you a little god, where every angels live, yet! the
wisdom of time, reveals the essence of life, that holding me is to live
with you, its a space between space that will make you survive to
where your life live
time as time past bye, every moment lift is our to share, it is a
parting good bye, that in darkness of the sky, the firefly illuminate
the infinite shadow of what meant to love you, leaving the pangs
of death
my heart believes the pristine breath that you give, a heart that
creates something that only you can give, a revealing you, where
everything comes into being, an incense of eternity begins
hold me close, and i will take you there, to the yell of hearts, to the
dream of reality, a joy that last forever, to the afterlife where we
begin and always trust my heart that beneath the wings, we will
pass the dawning rays of joy..... thank you and i love you
poem by Antonio Liao
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Day Dreamer
Day Dreamer
By: Adam M. Snow
If dreams would end with life of all life,
would our dreams still suffer with strife?
Would the day dreamer still dream,
or is it all that it may seem?
Dreaming in a night, or in a day,
dreaming as it's all flown away.
Living a life as it use to be,
like branches of stars we see.
Is this but a dream within a dream,
to grasp the glistening moonlight beam?
From dawn to dusk, dusk to dawn,
dreaming of that day that is gone.
That day to which all dreams died,
with all fears and hope we feel inside.
Dreams that died will be born once more.
dreams freed beyond the open door.
If dreams live within all life,
will it one day be free of all strife?
To be in the vastness of one's dream,
and lit the way with a sparkle gleam.
To be with peace and fear surround,
to be the lost now is found.
If dreams would end with life of all life,
would our dreams still suffer with strife?
poem by Adam M. Snow
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Voice Of The Heart
(j.t.stanley/john bettis/b.roberts)
Sometimes when your world seems so big and real
You may run to the shelter of walls
Sometimes you may wish
You could be like your shadow
It fits wherever it falls
Whenever the nights too deep to find
And the morning is too far away
Wherever you are
Theres always a star to guide the way
There to guide the way
If you listen long enough
If you dream it strong enough
A door inside will open
And a light will flood the dark
Like a song too long unsung
Or a soul forever young
We all will find an answer
In the voice of the heart
Tonight if a dream should come to your sleep
With a picture you dont wanna see
Go where it leads, from secret to secret
You are what you want to be
Whenever the sun refuses to shine
And you cant chase the storm clouds away
Wherever you are theres always a star to guide the way
There to guide the way
If you listen long enough
If you dream it strong enough
A door inside will open
And a light will flood the dark
Like a song too long unsung
Or a soul forever young
We all will find an answer
In the voice of the heart
Living in a private world
There are times when its hard to break through
So dont give up
Each time you hurt youve got nothing to lose
Theres a voice inside of you
If you listen long enough
If you dream it strong enough
A door inside will open
And a light will flood the dark
Like a song too long unsung
Or a soul forever young
We all will find an answer
In the voice of the heart
If you listen long enough
(listen)
If you dream it strong enough
(dream it)
A door inside will open
And a light will flood the dark
Like a song too long unsung
Or a soul forever young
We will find the answer
In the voice of the heart
If you listen long enough
(long enough)
If you dream it strong enough
(strong enough)
A door inside will open
And a light will flood the dark
Like a song too long unsung
Or a soul forever young
We will find an answer
In the voice of the heart
If you listen long enough
If you dream it strong enough
In the voice
In the voice of the heart
We will find the answer
Like a song too long unsung
song performed by by Diana Ross
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L8,2212
There is a door which you open
you enter, and then it closes you
behind you
forever,
there is no force here,
but only volition,
you enter it
with all the warnings,
that the
possibility that it will close forever
has been told to you
over and over
again,
somehow, you do not make it a problem
you like a closed door, and you hate it
when it opens,
you love it when it is closed forever,
the room is nice
there is a certain loveliness
in there,
it has shiny floors,
it has a bright ceiling,
the lights are lovely,
like stars
in an open dark sky
the air is fresh,
the walls are comfortable
who wants to take an exit?
no one.not you.
when the door knows this, it will open
forever,
it decides to open for you
and it will tell you to go out and be
an outsider again and
be gone
for good,
you insist that you own this room now,
that a closed door is not a serious matter
and there is no way that you have to
go out
or be ousted,
the door has a stair with strong hands
and it will drag you out
it will pull your hair and drag your body
like hell
the door has learned its lesson
when the room is not a prison to someone else
there is no use keeping him there forever
for in truth the reason of the door's
existence
is to make you feel the prison and to suffer
and you know your lesson too well
there is no prison to a mind that is an open window
there is no suffering
to a lover of suffering
you see, it takes a little reverse psychology
for closed doors to open
for men to know that suffering is not suffering
at all
when one loves is tripping
when one thinks
otherwise
when one loves whatever happens
when one accepts
the one that is there and not look for something
that is always missing
why go for the unreachable?
why suffer for long?
life is life, and death is death
you are here, grab this here.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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An Opening Door
Dedicated to Trevor, who took the trouble
to share the original quotation which this poem,
was subsequently written as a reflection upon.
Someone once said that poetry is like
someone opening a door, and for a moment,
an observer can glimpse, what is on the other
side. Of that veiled door, before it closes again.
But I have lived most of my life,
radiating the inspiration of living,
on the other side of that door.
The wonder of another world
may be partially glimpsed;
through the poetic moment
of a momentarily open door.
Through the transcendence
of a soul's passage; through
an inter dimensional door.
Life is a hard time stressed, being stuck
on, this side of the door; for the duration
of your chosen, destined prophetic life.
When you oft, must live, a woken dream,
of inspirational serfdom, or indentured labour.
Poetic flights of fancy upon closure,
leave the residue, of a mind and body;
firmly trapped within the horror of being,
flypaper stuck; lifetime sentenced;
to the wrong side, of that soul sought door.
I am dream vision married to the magic muse,
but this estranged relationship leaves my heart,
panting, when the demands of a secular life
and soul; strain and obliterate the domain of
sought spiritual rejuvenation. While true poet must
dwell in a kind of limbolic hell, in the chill lost world
between two dissimilar worlds. Two differing
realities that differ as much as chalk and cheese.
Redemption gifted
to an uncaring capitalistic;
multitude of barren values
is a burden of great magnitude.
Feel the tear of a vision walker;
walking between dissimilar worlds.
'Poetry is the opening and closing of a door,
leaving those who look through to guess about
what is seen during a moment.'
CARL SANDBURG
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Give Your Wish Light
By day and night dream about happy death,
Poor dog give your heart room, drag at the chain,
Breathe deep at dawn, wish it were the last breath,
Imagine the leaden ball planted in the brain,
The seed of that superb flower, dream the brave noose
That loves the neck so dearly it lets the life loose,
Dream the fierce joys of war where men like drunken
Jesuses fling the supreme gift at each other,
'Take blessedness, take it deep in your breast, brother . .
Dream on, dream all these joys, life might look shrunken
In lack of dreams. Give your wish light, give it room.
You know you will never untimely attempt the tomb.
Go in to your bride by daylight before the crowd
As if sweet death were a whore? You are too proud.
poem by Robinson Jeffers
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Dream Of A Dream
I'll dream about you when I sleep tonight
Dream about what some wouldn't consider right
Dream about your touch
That I long for so much
Dream about my hope for a future with you
And that feeling of having something new
Something so wonderful and with all the meaning in the world to me
Something that would give me so much glee
And is sure to change my life undoubtedly
I'll dream about the memories we'll share
And all those good times, whilst for each other we care
I'll dream a dream sure to raise my heart
Then to brake it as from dreamland I depart
I talk of a story of a dream
A dream sure to redeem...
What has been lost from me for so long...
My life. Now seemingly so wrong
A dream I hope, but doubt to come true
But will continue to hope for no matter what I do
This is a dream of a dream of mine
A dream, that if should ever come true, I would not decline
poem by Amy Parkinson
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Knock, Knock
Lord Jesus stood there at my door
And twice He knocked then stayed.
It was my choice, I could ignore
And that's why I delayed.
He walked away.
I watched Him leave
Then got on with my life,
To sin like others who deceive
And cause all sorts of strife
Lord Jesus stood there at my door
And I watched Him inside.
I knew He knew my every flaw,
Not one could be denied.
I stood my ground, He left again.
I let Him walk away.
I struggled every now and then
With fears of Judgment Day.
My bank account looked mighty fine
As fifteen years passed by.
To think that all that cash was mine.
How come my soul felt dry?
Lord Jesus stood there at my door,
With fear I turned the key.
And simply stared at Christ with awe.
You see, He died for me.
Lord Jesus entered as my friend,
Yet also set me straight.
My useless life came to an end,
God's love to celebrate.
I sighed I'd made Him wait so long.
Those years I can't restore.
I tell you this, you can't go wrong
If you open the door.
poem by Denis Martindale
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The Pinnacle
I have so much to say
Yet I cannot speak
Come undo my bidding now
For I have grown too weak
My weary eyes have seen
All that life can give
Come to me, oh young one
For you I can forgive
I stood where no man goes
And conquered demon foes
With glory and passion
No longer in fashion
The hero breaks his blade
Cast the shadow long
That I may hide my face
And in this cloak of darkness
The world I will embrace
In all that I endure
Of one thing I am sure
Knowledge and reason
Change like the season
A jester's promenade
Lying at my feet I saw the offering you bring
The mark of pain is on our faces
Worn and suffering
Oh I long to hear you say it's not been wrong
I stand before you now
The riddle in my song
The answer is that sweet refrain
Unheard it always will remain
Beyond the reach, beyond the gain
Trapped in life's charade
A king without a crown
In this joy of madness
My smile might seem a frown
With talons rod of steel
I tore the heart of doom
And in one gleaming moment
I saw beyond the tomb
I stood where no man goes
Above the den I rose
Life is amusing
Though we are losing
Drowned in tears of awe
song performed by by Kansas
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Road To Nowhere
I was looking back on my life
And all the things Ive done to me
Im still looking for the answers
Im still searching for the key
Chorus
The wreckage of my past keeps haunting me
It just wont leave me alone
I still find it all a mystery
Could it be a dream?
The road to nowhere leads to me
Through all the happiness and sorrow
I guess Id do it all again
Live for today and not tomorrow
Its still the road that never ends
Chorus
Ah ah
The road to nowheres gonna pass me by
Ah ah
I hope we never have to say goodbye
I never want to live without you
Chorus
song performed by by Ozzy Osbourne
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All I Want
And if you open up and let me in
Let me in
I feel my world is changing
It seems so far away
It's my last chance to make it turn out right
And if our worlds still lie together,
love will be our satellite
That takes us round like shooting stars
I know I'll make you mine
By giving all my love to you
I hope you'll understand
What I have to give
(What I have to give)
What I have to give
All I want is someone to rely on
All I want is a love that's true
All I wanna do is open up to you
I feel my worlds on fire
I can see the sun come up
I wanna spread my wings and fly
I know I'll make you mine
By giving all my love to you
I hope you'll understand
What I have to give
(What I have to give)
What I have to give
All I want is someone to rely on
All I want is a love that's true
All I wanna do is spend a little time with you
Underneath the starry sky
I sit alone and wonder why
Where did it all go wrong
I know I should move on
Is it just a dream (Is it just a dream)
Or am I just a dreamer
Is it just a dream
(Is it just a dream)
(Is it just a dream)
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
All I want is someone to rely on
All I want is a love that's true
All I wanna do is spend some time with you yeah
And if you open up and let me in,
I will begin to live again
Just like the old moon in the sky
song performed by by Wet Wet Wet
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Sonnet: Elixir of Life
O God, give me the Elixir of Life
To stay alive a century or more;
Thou free me forever from all my strife;
In divine love, let heart, mind and soul grow!
Poets of past years had a short life-span,
And died of disease, poverty and strife;
I wish to live long, die a holy man;
Give me on earth a spiritual Bard-life!
Could I be happy on earth and heaven?
Aware I am, Thou made me from mere clod;
Why didst Thou make me bard amidst such men?
What do I give Thee in return, O God?
Poems of mine will vindicate my love
And live for long, before I fly above!
(9-20-2000)
poem by John Celes
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