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You See My Smile?

Your wishes are mine to fulfill?
And your happiness is based on my reactions?
And your dreams are in my eyes?
Well...
See that door?
With that knob?
Turn that knob on that door.
And believe you are on the other side of it!
I was prepared to have a nice date.
It has been awhile.
However...
You see my smile?
I am determined to keep it,
Right where it is.
You or anyone else will not take it away!
Not after it took some time to find my face!
And out of my place,
You can begin taking your pace!
Slow if you wish...
But do it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A New Door

i remember
this door was made
12 years ago
the day when i married you.

we chose clear lacquer
to keep its original
mahogany grain
we keep the gloss
and we were never
at loss.

there were loud slams
oh, i hate to remember
but there were also gentler closes
of this door
with all the tender intents
of not having to disturb
a single soul.

then the hinges begin to rust
and the door creaks and
screams getting louder
like the madness of the one
who fears
that love is finally gone.

the termites came
and the frames get hollow as
time pierces it
showing the emptiness
inside it as though
it was mere kind
of a seashell

the knob is finally broken
and the key to open it again
was lost

then we come back to our senses
after twelve years
the door has to be replaced
with a new one

this time white in paint
the hinges glossy copper
the knob in shining silver
and the key fits in without any sound

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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We Are The Key

we are the key,
in what we believe,
will never fall,
for god holds,
us all,
only we,
can open a,
bigger door,
and stand,
on the other side,
where freedom,
is the heart,
we over turn you,
like turning a,
door knob,
to enter you,
must pray and,
believe in god,
for we will not,
cheat-kill-steal or lie.

poem by Tommy Laster
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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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Sam

(john farrar/hank marvin/don black)
I heard that youre on your own now
So am i
Im living alone now
I was wrong
So were you
What will you do?
Are you glad to be free?
Are you feeling lost just like me?
Longing for company
Oh sam, sam, you know where I am
Come around and talk awhile
I need your smile
You need a shoulder
Oh sam, sam, you know where I am
And the door is open wide
Come on inside
Longing to see you
Oh sam, sam, you know where I am
I find the days hard to face now
Empty rooms
Theres much too much space now
And the nights go so slow
Im sure you know
Wish I knew what to do
It would be so nice seeing you
And it might help you too
Oh sam, sam, you know where I am
Come around and talk awhile
I need your smile
You need a shoulder
Oh sam, sam, you know where I am
And the door is open wide
Come on inside
Longing to see you
Oh sam, sam, you know where I am
Oh sam, you know where I am
Oh sam, ooh sam
You know, you know
You know where I am

song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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Fire Dream

A dazzling fire white flash
Illumines deep into my night sky.
I stare in amazed awe...
As timidly I wonder,
Am I - is anyone - ever ready to die?
A question without answer,
Perhaps the answer is without reason
And therefore cannot find expression.
Death - like this blinding light - stands before me, blazing.
Neither can be denied;
By way of such pondering
I find closer to the light I am drawn,
Or it to me -
At the lights center now I see
A spot fading just low enough for recognition,
It is the size and shape of an ordinary door.
Curiosity driven by desire to understand
Holds at bay my fear of daunting death,
So I move further into the great light,
Toward the doorway -

This closed door seems to beg me to open
- open it or myself I am uncertain -
Three feet from it's threshold I see
It is a door of burning cold-fire,
The knob solid gold...
Without lock.
From beyond the door I now hear music
- very good music -
My desire intensifies!
As does the rhythm of my heart beats,
Slowly I reach, and then grasp
The golden knob...
I awake!
Lying in bed, in the darkness of night,
Shaking, my mind roils,
Vexing, what had it all meant?
And where, and why, had it went?
A felicitous vagary; an arduous vision;
I do not know for certain.
Only this from my enigmatic dream
Do I comprehend:
Death does truly await me,
Perhaps though it is not to be quite so feared
As I once believed.
There may even be great joy and surprise
On the other side of that effulgent doorway.
I can only but trust God
To, someday, open it for me,
It is not mine to do. And
For that,
I am exceedingly grateful.

poem by Smoky Hoss
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Murder In High-heels

Hey, with a sleight of hand and then a word of mouth
Shes a cat been caged too long and now shes breakin out
Well, get it straight, you better cross your heart
cause sparks are gonna fly, let me tell you what its all about
Better run for cover, babe, shes gonna make her move
You know she could, shes a get rich bitch
You better get her while the gettins good
Shes a vision in leather, like salt on a wound
Just a turn of a knob and shes real fine tuned
But shes murder in high-heels
She aint the girl next door worth waitin for
Well youre playin with the fire, a pool of sweats lyin on the floor
Shell bring you to your knees, and when youre laid to rest
Shes gonna give you something, shes gonna get it off her chest
(yeah yeah yeah)
Shes a vision in leather, like salt on a wound
Just a turn of a knob and shes real fine tuned - here she comes
Hes a vision in leather, like salt on a wound
Just a turn of a knob and shes real fine tuned
But shes murder in high heels

song performed by by Kiss
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Papa You Have Long Been Dead

you come back
as a very young man
wearing levi's pants
and adidas fitting shirt
you are smiling
as you open the knob
of our door

i do not like this lie
papa you have been dead
in 1987 and there is no more
reason for you to be back
goodbye had been so
well said

you close the door again
goes outside us
less the smile
the truth must seal
the distance between us
papa
the past has no more use
the future too fruitless

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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shalom center, rm C5

this room is
a mess
and it is easily
eating
two days inside
me

this mess is
mine alone
and i put a card
at the door knob
which says
exactly as i want it
to be

Do not Disturb.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Happiness Is

Written by donny brown
The world is giving you the run-around
And leaves you feeling low and let down but
Happiness is
Wherever you find it
Im not waiting for a friend beside me
Or for the lord above to guide me
My happiness is
Wherever I find it
And I wanna find it with you
Have you ever felt so out of place
That the smile on your face
Was to keep from cryin
I dont know how we get so out of touch
But I dont want much
Just to find out
What happiness is
While everybody else is winning
Youre stuck waiting for your new beginning
So happiness is
Wherever you find it
You may be full of lifes frustrations
But Im up for negotiations
My happiness is
Wherever I find it
And I wanna find it with you
Have you ever felt...
If you got your lucky break and broke it
I guess youve got your options open
But happiness is
Wherever you find it...yeah
And I wanna find it with you
Have you ever felt so out of place
That the smile on your face
Was to keep from cryin
I dont know how we get so out of touch
But I dont want much
Just to keep on tryin
People say a prayer every day
That they end up with more than their next door neighbor
Im not buying all their ego trips
But Ill get my kicks
When I find out
What happiness is

song performed by by Verve Pipe
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I opened the door for a lot of people, and they just ran through and left me holding the knob.

quote by Bo Diddley
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Pitch Black

You awake from a nightmare
and find the room pitch black
You notice your not on a bed
instead, a cold slab of concrete

Where am I you think
you try to move your legs
But their chained to the concrete
you begin to panic

Outside, you hear children laughing
you think of your own, and start to cry
You hear footsteps pounding up stairs
you yank the chain, hoping it would break

Something hard hits what could be a door
you stop yanking the chain to listen
You hear two voices behind the assumed door, Males
their planning something but you cant understand

Your hear a squeak, sounds like a door knob
you wait and see a line of light
A dark figure stands in the light
but his shadow blocks his face

Your heart beats faster, the room gets hotter
you feel your hands about to shake
He mumbles something as he drags in an unkown figure
the light turns on, and you see what it is

poem by Cree Stewart
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Be With You Awhile

I wish I could tell you something you didn't know
I wish I could give you something you didn't owe
I wish I could tell you a joke to make you smile
And I could be with you awhile
Just wanna be that someone you weren't looking for
Some nameless fascination that showed up at your door
And when you're sad and blue my jokes still make you smile
And I could be with you awhile
I just want to take you somewhere you haven't been
Find an old time movie where we don't know the end
Lost in the radio, drive another mile
So I could be with you awhile
Just wanna be that someone you weren't looking for
Some nameless fascination that showed up at your door
And when you're sad and blue my jokes still make you smile
And I could be with you awhile
Tired of serious conversation
Tangled up in situations
I feel so free 'cause you want nothing from me
Just wanna be that someone you weren't looking for
Some hopeless vagabond asleep there on your floor
And when you're old and gray my jokes still make you smile
And I could be with you awhile
Just wanna be that someone you weren't looking for
Some nameless fascination that showed up at your door
And when you're old and gray my jokes still make you smile
And I could be with you awhile
I just want to be with you awhile
I just want to be with you awhile
I just want to be with you...

song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Qualify Yourself

A door doesn't have to appear,
For one to knock and realize an opportunity...
Could be near.

It could be closer than that by making your own door.
Create your own opportunities.
You then can decide to knock, block, lock it...
And keep it close if you wish!

However...
Once one has done this,
And awaken to their own power...
The only one that can stop a mind,
Defining 'who' one is and 'what' they are...
Is the one whose eyes have been opened.
So wide open with a wisdom they do become.

And rare is the one that blinks,
When that happens.
There is too much to be done.
Unlike some who first seek to become qualified...
Approved and accepted.
Interviewed to then be rejected.
Feeling affects of being dejected...
With suspicion aiding tensions.
Overdressed 'and' seething from heat.
With a degree...
Or maybe two!

What kind of nonsense is that?
The burdens one can place on a back,
Feeling out of place!

A door doesn't have to appear,
For one to knock and realize an opportunity...
Could be near.
Qualify yourself!
And become that much more observant,
Of opportunities you have created!

Instead of waiting to turn a knob on a door...
To discover everyone,
Has long been 'out-to-lunch'.
Make your own opportunities exist.
And prepare the kind of sanwich you wish.
Knowing you may have to save half of it,
For later.
But...
It is yours!
You made it without question.
There may be some answers needed.
And experience will take you where they are!
To satisfy or not.
It is the process that enlightens.
Not the lettuce or the mayonnaise you forgot!

AND...
If that is all that is on your mind,
When 'that' time comes?
Dine out!
You can well afford it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Package

Clever got me this far
Then tricky got me in
Eye on what I'm after
I don't need another friend
Smile and drop the cliche
'Till you think I'm listening
I take just what I came for
Then I'm out the door again
Peripheral on the package
Don't care to settle in
Time to feed the monster
I don't need another friend
Comfort is a mystery
Crawling out of my own skin
Just give me what I came for, then I'm out the door again
Lie to get what I came for
Lie to get just what I need
Lie to get what I crave
Lie and smile to get what's mine
Eye on what I'm after
I don't need another friend
Nod and watch your lips move
If you need me to pretend
Because clever got me this far
Then tricky got me in
I'll take just what I came for
Then I'm out the door again
Lie to get what I came for
Lie to get what I need now
Lie to get what I'm craving
Lie and smile to get what's mine
Give this to me
Mine, mine, mine
Take what's mine
Mine, mine, mine
Take what's mine
Mine, mine, mine
Lie to get what I came for
Lie to get what I need now
Lie to get what I crave
Lie to smile and get what's mine
Give this to me
Take what's mine
Mine, mine, mine
Take what's mine
Give this to me
Take what's mine, take what's mine, mine...
Take what's mine, take what's mine, take what's mine,
This is mine, mine, mine, not mine

song performed by by A Perfect Circle
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Dear Goodfew, Regarding the Poems I Sent

Don't worry about reading them.
If good enough they will keep.
If bad they will linger like old garbage
placed outside a neighbor's door
in the middle of the night only to
wrap tightly around when opening
a morning door to leave for work,
pushed back, turned off, sour,
5 flights of breathless descent
cursing the occupant in 5A.

The front door slams behind.
Stepping into sunlight and shadow
the day is won, has worn away the
mal-odors of morning. Burn now
instead to live, to leave a strong
rot when put out a lover's door
because of laziness,

a partial rejection hung upon a knob.

poem by Warren Falcon
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A Reminder From A Son-in-law To His Mother-in-law

be kind to me
fake mama, do not say
words unkind
as i also leave words
sharp as mongol pencil
in my study table

to your harsh questions
i do not answer and to your answers
to my pleadings
i do not make any reply

this is the best arrangement of the furniture
behind it is the closed door and to that door knob
is the lost key.

there is the window glass
a little bit frosty
i see your face and body and in vagueness
you also see me
on those cold early mornings
when the leaves still own the dew
when the birds are still asleep

take note
we all become interesting.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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When You Are Hiding Something

you hear
a clicking of the knob
someone
is opening the door

and then
you rush to save yourself
you suddenly
close all your windows

when everything appears
to you
you pretend you are doing
nothing

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Turn The Key

turn the key...
put your hand
on the knob and

open the door!
there is more
to life than the boxes,

the bows, and the ribbon.
open the package!
you are who you undress for!

undress yourself
for yourself....
open your mouth
and let your song out!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Knock On The Door!

a knock on the door,
be it demon or angel?
i cannot bear
the suspense any more.
the knob cold in my hand,
the door sticks,
then jerks open...
nobody there, only shadow and wind.

crossroads and forks,
and hurricane damage.
the scar on my heart
bears your image,
and your name.
loves beats against
the window of longing
that your body fits
like clothes well worn.

we die again and again,
both in triumphs and loss.
would that i could die
in the box that holds your dreams.
and rest in sweet silence
neath the tree you've forgotten.
amen, and goodbye...
wait on the rain!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Automatic Door

No mantra to utter
No knob to turn
No button to touch
Mere presence
In the vicinity
Opens to eternity
Automatic door.

Sensor for each sense
Motor for the move
Timer for the delay
Logic and software
Embedded in the hardware
Hidden from the view
Automation at service
Comfort and convenience
Man's many inventions
Holding their ground
Life's little pleasures
Spring out and abound.

End of my shopping
Both hands full
I walk to the door
It slides open
A great wonder
Of modern world.

poem by Tirupathi Chandrupatla
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