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Out Of Hope

IF through the rain and wind along the street,
Where the wet stone reflects the flickering gas,
Some weeping autumn night your wandering feet,
Lost in a lonely world, should chance to pass;
If, passing many doors that welcomed you
When robes of good renown your dear name wore,
Your feet again, as once they used to do,
Paused at my door,--

Should I shut fast my heart for the old ill,
The old wrong done, the sorrow and the sin?
Or--only knowing that I love you still--
Should I throw wide the door and let you in?
Come--with your sins--my tears shall wash them all,
The heart you broke still waits to be your home.
Yet if you came. . . . Oh! lost beyond recall
You never more will come.

poem by Edith Nesbit
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The Narrow Doors

The Wide Door into Sorrow
Stands open night and day.
With head held high and dancing feet
I pass it on my way.

I never tread within it,
I never turn to see
The Wide Door into Sorrow.
It cannot frighten me.

The Narrow Doors to Sorrow
Are secret, still, and low:
Swift tongues of dusk that spoil the sun
Before I even know.

My dancing feet are frozen.
I stare. I can but see.
The Narrow Doors to Sorrow
They stop the heart in me.

Oh, stranger than my midnights
Of loneliness and strife
The Doors that let the dark leap in
Across my sunny life!

poem by Fannie Stearns Davis
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The Narrow Doors

The Wide Door into Sorrow
Stands open night and day.
With head held high and dancing feet
I pass it on my way.

I never tread within it,
I never turn to see
The Wide Door into Sorrow.
It cannot frighten me.

The Narrow Doors to Sorrow
Are secret, still, and low:
Swift tongues of dusk that spoil the sun
Before I even know.

My dancing feet are frozen.
I stare. I can but see.
The Narrow Doors to Sorrow
They stop the heart in me.

-- Oh, stranger than my midnights
Of loneliness and strife
The Doors that let the dark leap in
Across my sunny life!

poem by Frannie Stearns Davis
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On This Lonely Night 'Continue the Fight

This is such a lonely night
Wondering if I should continue the fight
And if I should even stay
To see if I make it into the next day

I'm so so lonely for you
Knowing how much my love for you is true
Wishing I could see
My one and only

Walking down this lonely street
Watching as the rain drops
Slowly hit my feet
Hoping it never ever stops

The lightning streaks across
The stormy night sky
The rain keeps falling
Like it's wanting me to die

I think to give up the fight
On this oh so lonely night
But instead I think of you
And then I know what I must do

My eyes must dry
No more tears can I cry
I will get out of the middle of the street
And no more rain drops will hit my feet

I love you too much die
And the pain eases
knowing you love me too
Showing what love can put you through

I finally go inside
Lay on my bed
Then close my eyes
And end this lonely night

poem by Matt Burgett
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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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A door just opened on a street

A door just opened on a street--
I, lost, was passing by--
An instant's width of warmth disclosed
And wealth, and company.

The door as sudden shut, and I,
I, lost, was passing by,--
Lost doubly, but by contrast most,
Enlightening misery.

poem by Emily Dickinson
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The Old House in the Glen

Winter has come and the wind and the rain
Wash over the house in the glen.
It cradles itself as if it were cold
For no one still lives within.

The years have passed over it, leaving it aged
And empty, and lost, without heart,
With no one to live there, no one to care
And the leaves are piled up on the hearth.

If you stand in the doorway, you can feel
Soft music that hangs in the air,
Like the soul of the house that ever lives on
Though there’s no longer any to hear.

The door is now gone, the windows un-paned,
The wood on the roof has gone slack.
But it still lingers on, as if waiting for
The people it loved to come back.

The old house listens, and waits, and sings
As the wind blows in through the door
And the beat of the heart of the house still sounds
Like the tread of their feet on the floor.

poem by Kate Wiley
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The Door To Your Heart

I needed you
You werent there
You never cared about me
You broke my heart
So many times
Till there was nothing that I felt inside
I didnt know
That Id be needing you
Till I lost your love now youre all Im thinking of
Chorus
Standing here in the pouring rain
Every night callin out your name
Lookin for the door to your heart
Baby please let me see a sign
Let me know that your loves still mine
Let me back through to door to your heart
So many nights
So all alone
So many days
How I wished that you still loved me
You had your chance
Threw it away
And now you love me but your loves too late
I didnt know
You were the one for me
No that I see
Back in your arms is where I wanna be
Chorus
Standin here in the pourin rain
You werent there
Every night callin out your name
You didnt care
Looking for the door to your heart
You broke my heart
Baby please let me see a sign
So many times
Let me know that your loves still mine
Let me back through the door to your heart back through the door to your heart
I needed you ad lib

song performed by by Taylor Dayne
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The Final Insignificance

to know what is real
you must pass through a labyrinth
of doors
you will be lost
that is the first test
you must find
that key of losing
without having to feel
any emotion
be it gladness or
sadness

after passing that door
you are transformed
into another path
where other lost people
pass at you
and does not ask your
name
or what you are

you become a floor
and all their feet
step upon you
but you will not
know this
because this just happens
as a matter
of consequence

when all the strangers
pass
and there is no one left
you are granted a pair
of wings

that door in the clouds
is the next
no one sees it
except you
and you fly through
it
until you become
a little star
hanging yourself in
the corridors of
space

you have no choice
here
except to give light

you fulfill
what you are finally
one of those
that glitter
and yet no one
really minds
what you have become

for in truth
you are just one of the billions
and hence
insignificant

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Death

My death waits like an old roue
So confident, Ill go his way
Whistle to him
And the passing time...
My death waits like a Bible truth
At the funeral of my youth
We drank for that -
The passing time..
My death waits like
A witch at night
As surely as our love is right
Lets not think of that or the passing time
But whatever lies behind the door
There is nothing much to do...
Angel or devil, I dont care
For in front of that door...
There is you.
My death waits like a beggar blind
Who sees the world through an unlit mind
Throw him a dime
For the passing time...
My death waits to allow my friends
A few good times
Before it ends
Lets not think about
And the passing time..
My death waits there, between your thighs,
Your cool fingers will close my eyes,
Lets not think about the passing time.
For whatever lies behind the door
There is nothing much to do...
Angel or devil, I dont care
For in front of that door...
There is you.
My death waits there among the leaves
In magicians mysterious sleeves,
Rabbits and dogs, and the passing time...
My death waits there, among the flowers
Where the blackest shadows cowers
So lets pick lilacs
The passing time..
My death waits there, in a double bed
Sails of oblivion and my head
Lets not think about
The passing time.
But whatever lies behind the door
There is nothing much to do...
Angel or devil, I dont care
For, in front of that door...
There is you.

song performed by by David Bowie
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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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Take It To Heart

By diane warren and michael mcdonald
I know that youre afraid to love
Youve been hurt before
Love broke your heart so you closed the door
Now here I am outside your world,
Wishin youd let me in
Give me half a chance to prove you wrong
Baby all your tears have come and gone
Talkin bout a brand new start
Take it to heart, baby believe it
This love is so strong that it wont let you go
Baby hold on, youll see just how good its gonna be
Its gonna be here long as you need it
Never take your world and tear it apart
Take it to heart baby
Youre gonna have to trust someone
Its a shame if you dont
Because it aint no life living all alone
Let me show you how to love again
Theres no broken heart that love wont mend
Talkin bout a brand new start
I just want to be the one thatll be there by your side
So take this love of mine
Take it to heart
Baby believe it, this love is so strong, love is so strong baby
(love is a second chance to find all that we lost
Loves always worth a try no matter what the cost
I know you dont believe your tears have come and gone
Give me but half a chance and I will prove you wrong)

song performed by by Michael Mcdonald
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Harlem Shadows

I hear the halting footsteps of a lass
In Negro Harlem when the night lets fall
Its veil. I see the shapes of girls who pass
To bend and barter at desire's call.
Ah, little dark girls who in slippered feet
Go prowling through the night from street to street!

Through the long night until the silver break
Of day the little gray feet know no rest;
Through the lone night until the last snow-flake
Has dropped from heaven upon the earth's white breast,
The dusky, half-clad girls of tired feet
Are trudging, thinly shod, from street to street.

Ah, stern harsh world, that in the wretched way
Of poverty, dishonor and disgrace,
Has pushed the timid little feet of clay,
The sacred brown feet of my fallen race!
Ah, heart of me, the weary, weary feet
In Harlem wandering from street to street.

poem by Claude McKay
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The Empty Bullring

Disappears through a window.
Out of my mind
Trying to keep him at home.
Out into Rome
In the early hours,
Leaving me here
Like Tamlaine in her Tower.
You are going
To the empty bullring,
Taking your red cloak
To regain something.
Oh, you rolling matador,
Kill in your eyes
For the toro
That shut the door
To glory and gore.
The throw of the rose--
It's all you lived for,
But you've lost it all.
Your red streak
On the plot where many feet
Left it incomplete.
But you kept the meaning.
You feel him charge again,
And you feel him cut you down
Right on the spot
Where you thought
You were ground for good.
These flights of fantasy
Make your wounds more sore,
But you've every right
To even grab at the last straw.
Oh, Lord...
Oh, you rolling matador,
Kill in your eyes
For the toro
That shut the door
To glory and gore.
The throw of the rose--
It's all you lived for,
But you've lost it all.

song performed by by Kate Bush
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Aint Gonna Cry No More

(coverdale/moody)
Rising with the morning sun
I turn to greet the dawn,
Knowing I must face another day
Sleepless night behind me,
Just a memory of pain,
My heart has always been a cross to bear
Lord I know the sunshine,
But, I feel the tears of rain
Falling down to wash my sins away
Ill try hard to remember
So I wont be fooled again,
Hey, aint gonna cry no more today
All around me, shadows fall,
Tho day has just begun,
I realise Im on my own again
Memories of broken dreams,
As distant as the sun,
Are drifting like an echo in the wind
Lord, I know the sunshine,
But, I feel the tears of rain
Falling down to wash my sins away
Ill try, hard to remember
So I wont be fooled again,
Hey, aint gonna cry no more today
Babe, I thought about it,
But, it just aint done good,
You hold my heart and soul within your hand
All the time, youre in my mind,
I never thought you could be so blind,
Maybe someday I will understand
Lord, I know the sun shine,
But I feel the tears of rain
Falling down to wash my sins away
Ill try hard to remember
So I wont be fooled again,
Hey, aint gonna cry no more today, no more
Hey, mama you drive me crazy,
Knowing youre my hearts desire,
Whyd you go and hang me up this way
Youve given me love, given me love,
Now tell me what you were thinking of,
Whyd you go and steal my soul away
Lord I know the sunshine,
But, I feel the tears of rain
Falling down to wash my sins away
Ill try hard to remember
So I wont be fooled again,
Hey, aint gonna cry no more today
I aint gonna cry no more...
Lord I know the sunshine,
But, I feel the tears of rain
Falling down to wash my sins away
Ill try hard to remember
So I wont be fooled again,
Hey, aint gonna cry no more today
Aint gonna cry no more
Hey, I aint gonna cry no more today...

song performed by by Whitesnake
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The Doors Are Locked

From inside of this room
I shall not exit
I have locked the doors
To the world outside.
It does not matter to me what is happening outside, because
Behind these locked doors
Is the world that I live in,
This land of my dreams that
I have fabricated for myself alone.
I recall my father recently reading me a story-
Of a woman who created a world within her dreams-
There she lived and locked herself
Inside of the doors that
Barred her from all that is real.
My father's hope was that
I would find my way out from
This place he called the land of my delusions.
This place which he calls the land of my delusions has become
My only veracity.
From the inside of this room
I shall not exit-it is here I safely converse with
The voices inside of my mind.
The doors to this room are locked, but
I can still hear my mother weeping, and
I hear my mother cry out from the midst of her tears-
What has become of my only child?
Inside of this room, I have constructed a world.
The doors are locked and
I have shut reality out-
The doors to my room are locked and
I have lost the key.
My mother is still weeping as her one and only
Has lost the key that would open the doors
To the world outside-
My mother is sobbing; the key is lost and alas-
Her only child's sanity has also been lost.

poem by Claudia Krizay
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Love Lost Broken Hearts

Love Lost Broken Hearts

Within the time love is lost

Thrown asunder into the
Wind

Left

Many broken hearts to live
In loneliness

Broken down piece by piece

Weaken just to mourn a love
That was once beautiful

But Now

Just tossed into the wind

Like the petals from the rose

Destined to ride upon the

Wind

Now used and broken

Just

Tears fills the wind

Sobbing echo's into the night

From the broken hearts
Tossed away like broken
Glass

Ancient and old as the lost
Love is trapped

Within time

Within the mind

Love that is lost from time
Back than

Weaken from the fight trying
To hold their lover heart

But

Cannot be regained

Cannot be mended

Spoiled without even a
'Sigh'

From her lover's heart

Just echo's of hurt and tears

From

The painful ruins of love tied
So strong

Being tossed to the wind as
Unwanted paper

Lonely eyes

Lonely hearts

Lonely tears

Just rides and echo's in the
Wind

Crying out for their love

That cannot be found

So desperately in need

To find their place in

The heart of the wind

That holds all their tears

Their fears

Their Pain

That bleeds into the heart
Of the wind

From The Love That Is Lost

And The Broken hearts..

poem by Carolyn Sears
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Seeking

Feeling of love lost,
Not knowing losing it was such a cost.
No feeling roams this body,
Not even a flicker of love.
Empty and alone,
Is all that is known.
Wondering what happened to make it so,
Sleepless and restless nights with thoughts,
Of what could have been.
And with the heart wide open,
Nothing crawls in to replace what is lost.
Wandering around this lonely world,
Hoping, maybe, something will happen.
Till then the heart cries,
But never dies.

Aly Rose

poem by Samatha Squiers
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Good-bye

Good-bye! -- 'tis like a churchyard bell -- good-bye!
   Poor weeping eyes! Poor head, bowed down with woe!
   Kiss me again, dear love, before you go.
Ah, me, how fast the precious moments fly!
   Good-bye! Good-bye!

We are like mourners when they stand and cry
   At open grave in wintry wind and rain.
   Yes, it is death. But you shall rise again --
Your sun return to this benighted sky.
   Good-bye! Good-bye!

The great physician, Time, shall pacify
   This parting anguish with another friend.
   Your heart is broken now, but it will mend.
Though it is death, yet still you will not die.
   Good-bye! Good-bye!

Dear heart! dear eyes! dear tongue, that cannot lie!
   Your love is true, your grief is deep and sore;
   But love will pass -- then you will grieve no more.
New love will come. Your tears will soon be dry.
   Good-bye! Good-bye!

poem by Ada Cambridge
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Still Im Sad

Version 1 (from stranger in us all)
See the stars come fallin down the sky
Gently passing, they kiss your tear drops dry
See the wind come, softly blow
Your hair from your face
And the rain comes falling down
In its crazy way
Still Im sad
For myself my tears just fall in the dust
As I search in the night and find theyre lost
See the wind come gently blow
Time into my heart
And the rain comes falling down
While were apart
Still Im sad
Version 2 (yardbirds version? )
See the stars come joining down from the skies
Gently passing they kiss your tears when you cry
See the wind of summer blow your hair upon your head
See the rain, the falling rain, its rain
Still Im sad
Oh my flowers, my tears are falling two days
They are driving the night profound, they are lost
Flower, flower the wind is blowing
Time into my heart
When the wind blows hard, we are apart
Still Im sad
Oh, oh, oh, oh, still Im sad
Oh, oh, oh, oh, how Im sad

song performed by by Rainbow
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A Light In The Window

Rain and wind and candlelight
And let us pray a prayer to-night:
For every soul, since life is brief,
Little of trouble and less of grief.
And set a light at the windowpane,
To guide Love home through the night and rain.
Rain and wind and candlelight
And what shall we pray again to-night?
For every life, whose way is dim,
The grace of God and trust in Him.
A word, a song, till the tears be dried,
And Faith and Hope sit down beside.
Rain and wind and candlelight
And one last prayer to pray to-night:
For every heart in the dark and rain
To know its prayer is not in vain:
A door flung wide, and a face aglow
Love come back from the Long-Ago.
Then let the rain and the wind without
Threaten their worst and rave and shout:
For who will care, though the night is black
Love to his own has wandered back.
Has wandered back through the rain and night,
Led home again by her candle's light.

poem by Madison Julius Cawein
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