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Dour faced
you stepped into a gaping precipice
leaving me with
my face moist

at the threshold
(its frame now leaning
to one side
splintered and unhinged.)

Did I tell you that my front door
never opened to the street?
Maybe I never had the need to;
you always entered through the back door,

you always crept out the window
to play in the sun.
This time was different:

Before another word could be spoken
you rushed past me
brushing my outstretched arm(s) .
Then all I could see

was your hair tumbling in the air
as your limbs flailed
while you plummeted out of my life.

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poem by Frederick Kesner
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You Stepped Into My Dreams

(ian hunter)
(transcribed by colin ford)
That's it baby, take one last look
We gotta go catch a plane
Then you won't die, and i won't die
But we won't ever be the same
Oh i can feel a mood coming down on me
Such a good thing disappears
I can sense the loss creeping up on us
And it's deeper than any tears i've known
You stepped into my dreams
You opened up the door
You stepped into my dreams
I want you back for more
You stepped into my dreams tonight
In the shadows of a major story (?)
In the morning we was gone
Won't you blow a kiss to me baby
We both gotta be moving on
Sometimes you see a lover and she's made for love
But you let that lover slip by
You believe and yet she's so hard to get
And you never know the reasons why
She stepped into your dreams
She opened up your door
She stepped into your dreams
You want her so much more
She stepped into your dreams tonight yeah
Oh when you're doing what you're doing
What do you think of me babe
There ain't much else to say
In another time, in another place
Things might have turned out okay
I can feel a darkness i can never conceal
Sometimes i get just a little insane
I can feel emotions like the mighty oceans
They're driving me again, and i know
You stepped into my dreams
You opened up the door
You stepped into my dreams
I want you back for more
You stepped into my dreams
And i don't know what to do
I'm so scared of losing you.

song performed by by Ian Hunter
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Ritual Of Leaving

leave before you
decide to say the words
unkind

say not
the words that hurt
they have no hands
to hold you

let leaving be simple
let goodbye
be the sigh of love

if you have a single tear
hide it inside your eyelid
if you have some regrets
keep then in your pockets

as you step out of the house
let the bangs be on
your hair
not the door

put up a little smile for the road
feel the falling leaf from a tree
cross this threshold
and then wave on the coming bus
step in there immediately
sit on the front
and never, never look back to
the face of the past

leave that wound alone
and let it heal with time
in the solitude of
its own understanding

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Door to the Past

The door is opened to the past,
Success brings up regret,
Saving times and being aghast.

Stations of life amassed,
Ringing on the phone was an asset,
The door is opened to the past.

My joy justified beauty and blast,
Resting was actually on a bayonet,
Saving times and being aghast.

The celebration of a sight is to broadcast,
On the television like the alphabet,
The door is opened to the past.

Messing with systems of life fast,
Creates unemployment and debt,
Saving times and being aghast.

The story is simply one to last,
Enjoying a tale that one has met,
Saving times and being aghast,
The door is opened to the past.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Betrayed

I WENT back to our home to-day
That still its robe of roses wore;
My feet took the old easy way,
And led me to our door.

And you are gone and never more
Those little feet of yours will come
To meet me at the open door,
The threshold of our home.

The door unlatched did not protest:
I entered, and the silence drew
My steps towards the little nest
That once I shared with you.

There lay your fan, your open book,
Your seam half-sewn, and I could see
The window whence you used to look--
Yes, once you looked--for me.

Print of your little head caressed
Our pillow still, and on the floor
Still lay, dropped there when last you dressed,
The scarf and rose you wore.

All should have spoken of you plain,
Yet, when I bade the silence tell
Of you, my bidding was in vain,
I could not break its spell.

The silence would not speak, my dear,
Till the last level light grew dim;
Then, in the twilight I could hear;
The silence spoke--of him.

poem by Edith Nesbit
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Oh where is heavens door?

Where do we mortals find that narrow heavenly Door?
Through which millions of people have entered before?
It is found at the cross of Jesus The Crucified
where He paid for our sins and laid down His life and died.

With His arms outstretched so wide and saying, 'Come to me'
there we find forgiveness by His death at Calvary.
Then we see the Door before us swing open so wide
allowing us to pass through the veil to heavens side.

Calvary's cross is the Door through which we can go through.
There is no other entrance only this door will do.
For He is the Way by which we must enter heaven
It is at the cross we must come to be forgiven.

Then as we look behind us on the lintel we see
'Chosen before the foundation of the world in Me.'
Though millions have come yet there is still room for more
God by His Grace has allowed us to go through the Door.

So come to that Door for it is opened wide for you
and taste the glories of heaven as you enter through.
The cry goes out 'whosoever will may enter in'
it is at the Cross where your journey has to begin.

All who enter the door shall be safely kept inside
and there forever with the Lord Jesus they shall abide.
Each one was chosen by God before the world began
Included by His grace as part of salvations plan.

Written after reading John 10: 7-10

poem by Royston
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My past is my demon

my demon, it haunts me everyday,
never doing what best for me,
i please others before myself,
i let it become me,
my demon,
never lets me love myself,
always telling me what not to love,
its always there when i'm turned on,
reminding me of painful memories,
i don't wish to remember,
that's my demon,
paing don't go away,
it knocks at my front door waiting to be let in,
how can i?
it what holding me back from having a life,
from trusting people,
my deamon it don't play by the rules,
if it did,
it will know it is not welcome,
but my demon is what i have to face,
so i opened the door to let it in,
my demon is now apart of me,
it what makes me who i am.

poem by Mona Martinez
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Hell is undoubtedly the state of the person leaning over the precipice, who can no longer be pulled back by anyone.

Gabriel Liiceanu in Forbidden Door (2002)
Submitted by Lorena Fota
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Today... 'The Door

Where do we mortals find that narrow heavenly Door?
Through which millions of sinners have entered before?
It is found at the cross where Jesus was crucified
There for You paid for our sins, laid down Your life and died

With Your arms outstretched so wide and saying, 'Come to me'
For we find forgiveness by Your death at Calvary
And we see the Door before us swinging open wide
Allowing us to pass through the veil to heavens side

At the cross the veil in the temple was rent in two
We can still hear You calling sinners to come to You
For the door into heaven has been flung open wide
'Come to me you weary, ' we hear as we go inside

Calvary's cross is the Door through which man can go through
And there is no other way only this door will do
For You are the Way by which we must enter heaven
It is at the cross we must come to be forgiven

Then as we look behind us on the lintel we see
'Chosen before the foundation of the world in Me'
Though millions have come yet there is still room for more
God by His Grace has allowed us to enter the Door

So come to that Door for it is opened wide for you
And taste the glories of heaven as you enter through
The cry goes out 'whosoever will may enter in'
It is at the Cross where your journey has to begin

All who enter the door shall be safely kept inside
There forever with the Lord Jesus they all shall abide
Each one was chosen by God before the world began
Included by His grace as part of salvations plan

(see also the additional information in the Poet's notes box below)

poem by Roy Allen
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Friends?

i am extending my hand
like a door knob of my door

you are here just in front of me
where i am seated
with a rose in my mouth

please open the door
and please take my red rose
with your lips

do not speak any word
let me feast upon your face

your body, your soul
it has been a long time

and my world stopped turning.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Traffic Jam: The Worst Scenario

It is a hot hot day
You have to go
And you are late
You are feeling sick
And you have stomach ache
You forgot to bring your wallet
Also your phone because you're in hurry
You are the one who drives
And the car needs repairing 
Because the window can not be opened
And the door always needs a little push
The tank is almost on limit
And you again forgot to fill it
There is only one way
It is a narrowing road
With two side of direction 
The road is crowded
And you stuck on it
And you hardly can move 
All people become egoist
Everybody has turn into aggressive 
And nobody wants to give a space
Everybody will do anything to get forward
Even it is breaking the law
Testing your reflexes and mental
Or scratching your fine car
The motorcycle from opposite direction has decided to short cut into your line
And there are plenty of them
They invade all the road in front of you
Till you can face to face with them
And neither can finally move
And no officer around
You can not turn over
There is no alternative way
The railway lies nicely in the front
And the clock is tickling for the next train
And nobody has already moved 
Everybody has turn into panic mode
And the horns blow ever direction
Making it seems more chaos
And suddenly your stomach is getting worse
Sweats tricking over your body
And you can not leave the car
Because the door is broken
And the window can not be opened
And nobody care about you
Or take a notice on your frantic shout
Because they also panic with themselves 
So ready to say a little prayer?

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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A Memory Of Love

I came upon a house so bare.
I knew there could be no one there.
I wished to enter so I knocked.
No one answered. The door was locked.
I saw a window through which I peered
and saw it looked just as I feared,
lonely, deserted, cold and musty
cobwebs hanging, everything dusty.

The need to go inside
was an urgency I could not hide.
Should I break the door or shatter the pane?
Encouragement came when I felt the rain.
I entered slowly and looked around
amazed and astounded at what I found.
Every room was empty but for one,
a bedroom with chair facing towards sun.

Beside the chair was a frame
holding the picture of a girl with no name.
Curiosity got the best of me
so I turned it over and I did see
her name scribbled hastily.
'Janette, my love I give to you
this picture I love to sit and view.'
and then I placed it back.

The house was no longer cold to me
for it housed a loving memory.
I left it right beside the chair
as if the lover still was there.
Upon leaving the bedroom I closed the door
so it would stay as it was before.
My intrusion on this private place
as I exited left a smile on my face.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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What If I Came Knocking

What if I came knocking
On your front door some night?
Would you open the window
And drop me down the key?
What if I came knocking
On your bedpost that same night?
Would you open up your heart
Or try to get the best of me?
What if I came knocking
On your brain the next day
And ask for your truth and your love and your honesty?
Would you build up your big walls
And try to hide behind that smile
Or would you try to pull the wool right over me?
So what if I came knocking?
So what if I came knocking?
So what if I came kicking
And it scared you a little bit
And I came on strong
Would you think
That theres something wrong with me?
Or could it be your fears
Of trying something real
Or just afraid to touch
A guy like me?
What if I came knocking?
What if I came knocking?
What if I came knocking
On your front door some night? ahh
So lets just say it worked out
Like a storybook dream
And we lived happily ever after
Fa la la la
But what if I came crying
After just a few weeks
And said I misread my heart
This is not really meant to be? yeah
So if you hear some knocking
On your window tonight
You can bet that its probably me
But let it be known
That were just a pair of tumbling dice
And the outcome of these crap shoots
Is hard to see
So what if I came knocking?
So what if I came knocking?
So what if I came knocking
On your front door tonight? ahh
So what if I came knocking?
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knocking
Kick, kick, kick
What if I came knocking
On your front porch tonight, tonight?

song performed by by John Mellencamp
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Back-door Angels

In and out of the front door, ran twelve back-door angels.
Their hair was a golden-brown ---
They didnt see me wink my eye.
'tis said they put we men to sleep with just a whisper,
And touch the heads of dying dogs --- and make them linger.
They carry their candles high --- and they light the dark hours.
And sweep all the country clean with pressed and scented wild-flowers.
They grow all their roses red, and paint our skies blue ---
Drop one penny in every second bowl ---
Make half the beggars lose,
Why do the faithful have such a will to believe in something?
And call it the name they choose,
Having chosen nothing.
Think Ill sit down and invent some fool ---
Some grand court jester.
And next time the die is cast, hell throw a six or two.
In and out of the back-door, ran one front-door angel,
Her hair was a golden-brown ---
She smiled and I think she winked her eye.

song performed by by Jethro Tull
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Saturday Night In Blue

Saturday Night in Blue.

The house key was on the same ring as my car key, couldn’t find
them I had locked myself out. Car neatly parked I never drink drive,
the bar is nearby. I broke a window in the back, got in. Blinking light
outside: police telling me to open the door, I did, was wrestled to
the ground. At the station they came to their senses, let me go,
but refused to drive me back, since I smelled of booze and only had
myself to blame. Long walk home, bars had shut. Climbed through,
the same broken window, the keys, on the kitchen table. I uncorked
a bottle of wine, opened the front door, just in case, no one came,
I went to bed at dawn.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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Knock On Any Door

Knock on any door
Look through any window
Baby knock on any door
Knock on any door
Is there any place you want to go
Baby who you lookin for
Yeah, yeah, baby now you know
Its a cold world like they told you so
Knock on any door
Save your tears for some occasion
Keep your heartache to yourself
Knock on any door
Its a simple operation
Just trade your memory for your health
Knock on any door
Look through any window
Walk on
Knock on any door
Look through any window
Walk on
Its insane girl, you cant run away
Its the same world it was yesterday
Knock on any door
Look through any window
Walk on
Knock on any door
Look through any window
Walk on
Now, now, now how do you survive
With a pain so real, in a world so jive
Knock on any door
Look through any window
Peek through any shade
Knock on any door
Look through any window
Walk on

song performed by by Jackson Browne
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Christmas Story 'believe

she was awoken with a loud thunderous sound
she jumped up and looked around.
it can't be santa claus? it just can't be.
mommy did'nt even have money to buy a tree.

she heard the sound one more time
and upon her roof they did climb.

the little pitter patter of hooves
above her head
made her turn and jump out of bed.

she ran to the window and
looked to the roof
she wanted to tell her mother
she did have the proof.

she saw something red
moving to the chimney
then she knew it had to be.
that santa claus is not only
in our hearts and minds
and will live throughout all time.

all children are supposed
to be asleep.
but through half closed eyes
they would peak.

she then heard the sounds in
the room below.
as she opened the door very slow.
to her surprise there was a tree
decorated 'oh so beautifully'.

and there under the tree
there was gifts galore
who would think - that they were poor.

as she started to look around
at the fireplace he was found.
he was having the milk and cookies
that were left that night.
' oh my gosh what a beautiful sight'.

he then put his finger to his nose
and just like the book
up the chimney he rose.

she went back to her room, and climbed
back into her bed, said her prayers
and laid down her head.
she awoke the next morning
thinking it was a dream.
when she heard her mother scream.

how is this possible? how can it be?
'all these presents, and with a tree.'
as she ran to her mothers side
the tears started to fill her eyes.

i don't know who did this? i have no clue
and i don't know what i should do.
she then told her what she heard
and saw the night before
when she opened up her bedroom door.

as we opened up the first package
from under the tree
we saw a metal frame with one word.
BELIEVE
now we put this question to you.
do you believe? is this story true?

poem by Louis Rams
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A Door Is Crying

The sadness rang my door
My tear opened the door
From me stole my lovers
I still have no lovers
Maybe I am wrong
Maybe the life felt
Oh the word maybe you have so many title
Maybe it is not my fault
Maybe my time is go around
Oh the word maybe you are the sea of secret
You are the sea of we cant go back from it
On the sand of a moan beach
Their steps are like the hurts
My eyes are fulling with the treats
My days are
My dreams are burnt
And the sun which rose at my door
It slept there
Yes sleep in my hurts and in your secret don’t mark it
And which she was my soul isnot absent
She is a forgetting treat
Every time I tried to forget you
My heart screamed I cant
A travel is written we cant to don’t travel it

translated

poem by Laila Lili
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For Fear Of Losing The Poetic Side

for fear of losing the poetic side
i go back to the secret garden
where my footsteps are forbidden
and i play a certain duality
the one that i do not like and yet i love
the one that is always hidden and yet so delicious
the one that i kiss and yet hurts my lips
the one that i embrace and yet burns my arms
i take the entrance only to find another exit
door of another door window of another window
i take shelter in the house that i do not wish to dwell
i assure myself
this is temporary but i never make promises that i will never be back.
this is the secret of poesy: heresy, lust, the forbidden
the apple in paradise

so crunchy and so sweet
that i begin to forget the reason of life
yet there is this life, this shortness of breath
all of it, it is everything that i have
that now i give, that now i must lose, to be whole again.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Three Knocks

WHEN the owl that scared the mouse
Fluffed his feathers and sat still,
And the night around was chill,
On the door of yonder house
Someone knocked,
And a hand the door unlocked.
While the owl, aloof and drear
Yellow-eyed his vigil kept,
Down the breeze a crying crept,
And it seemed to tell of fear —
Fear and care —
It was Life that entered there!
When the owl had greyer grown
By a score of years and more,
On the selfsame cedar door
Of yon house that stands alone,
Someone knocked,
And a hand the door unlocked.
Yet, though many gracious flowers
Wreathed the house from floor to roof,
In his shadowed haunt aloof
Staring sat he through the hours,
Unaware
It was Love that entered there!
When the owl had passed away,
And the mouse, no more afraid,
In the tree-glooms frisked and played,
On that door at end of day
Someone knocked,
And a hand the door unlocked.
Once and twice that knock had come,
Once for Life, and once for Love;
Towards the night the shadows move,
And the land lies still and dumb
Everywhere —
It is Death that enters there!

poem by Roderic Quinn
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Piano {Klavier}

They say to me
Open this door
curiosity screams
Whatever could it be
Back behind that door
A piano
The keys are all dusty
The strings are all untuned
Back behind that door
At the piano
But she plays no more
It so long ago

On the piano
She's who I hear
She began to play
She took my breath away

She said to me too
That I'll stay with you
But it just seemed to be
She played alone for me
I poured her blood
On the fire of my rage
I locked up her shrine
They questioned in time

At the piano
She's who I hear
She began to play
She took my breath away
At the piano
I stand by her
But it just seemed to be
She played alone for me

They opened up the door
And how they cried
I heard her mother plea
her father struck out at me
They tore her from her chair
No one believed me there
I was so insane
With the strech and the pain

At the piano
She's who I hear
She began to play
She took my breath away
At the piano
She's who I hear
As I began to play
I took her breath away

song performed by by Rammstein
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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