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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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The Door Of The House Of My Ancestors

this morning i am
confronted with an old door
of the old house of my
ancestors,

the rust that eats the hinges
finally frees the door
at last!

it was enslaved by the haunting
sounds of the sudden
slam

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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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Rizal

i agree
education is the key

when the door if
finally opened
in fact a long time ago
and

we already had
333 years in that
Spanish convent and
43 years of
that Hollywood experience

another door has been
closed
and still
the key has to open it

one door leads to
another
same key

the young keep on getting
that key
another door is close
more keys

each key has become
more expensive
and some have thrown
that key away

meanwhile the Authority
is asking
that doors outside the country
be opened

export labor
brain drain
that is another key
problem

on the other
hand
it is not the money
it is the open mind
resilient to
poverty

taking time still to laugh
at those hard times

i agree
despite the irrelevance
it is still
the rightful key

the door is open
and we are inside it
no one
no one can take this house
again
from us

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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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5. Fashion

I remember in the sixties funky clothes were all the rage
We wore our wide bell-bottoms with such pride
I remember beige/brown herringbone an itchy woollen cloth
Caused rashes on our legs we tried to hide

I remember soaking water up a gallon to each leg
As the bags took on a shower full of rain
I remember just how long they were dragging on the ground
Fraying edges showing signs of wear again

I remember one particular pair a kind of mustard yellow
The legs of which kept catching in the car
I remember as I closed the door a leg end dangling out
Collecting oil from hinges with some tar

I remember trying to free myself once trapped within the door
Like a prisoner in the clothing that I wore
I remember pulling really hard until the trousers tore
When the stitching couldn’t take it any more

I remember my elation as the clothing fashion changed
Back to good old baggy jumpers and black jean
I remember how we have a laugh at things from years ago
And all those stupid fashions we have seen

poem by David Threadgold (2008)
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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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Another Learning

there is a door
between us as though
we are just
two adjacent rooms

to enter into your door
i need to have that key

you keep on telling me
the key was lost and you
do not know
where to find it anymore

there is another door
and you are allowing someone else to come in

at first i say 'This is unfair! ' and
I thought of forcing
that door open

on the other hand
i have my own door too
and the lock is broken

a long time ago i have
thrown out the key

for what use is a door with
a broken lock?

and for what use is your door
to my prayer?

i do not know what force is &
i already stopped begging

i change the frames of my window
i have some other plans in mind

there are nine planets in our
galaxy

there are many galaxies
in unlimited space

and like all those who still hope
they always know

that someone somewhere keeps
on waiting

in a world where doors welcome me
like arms in half-embrace

and so i go to places where
my feet are welcome
& i have learned the happiness
of forgetting.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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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Swindle

A request to have a door,
On hinges installed...
Is a great idea,
For one seeking privacy.

But a door on hinges,
That does not close...
Or has a lock with a key,
Is just another swindle!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Open The Door

By michael mcdonald and tommy sims
Were lost, baby thats ok
We may not always understand
We may not always know the way
We can cry and we can hurt sometimes
But we both know whats important
At the end of the line
Its not always the case that we know just what to do
But when it comes to me and you
Chorus:
Weve both been here before
So let love open up the door
What love will surely show us
Aint that what we came here for?
So let love open the door
Maybe its time that we hold on tight
In each others embrace
We might just see the morning light
cause when we touch
Its like a brand new start
Its there we find the music in each others heart
And we might just discover that we dont always see whats for real
Love is somethin that you feel
Chorus:
Weve both been here before
So let love open up the door
What love will surely show us
Aint that what we came here for?
It aint nothin new
Just a chance to finally see this love through
This love has one purpose (and)
Never asks for anything more
So let love open the door
Sometimes words only mean so much
They dont say how we feel
They dont keep us in touch
Its too late once we drift apart
All thats left are the pieces of two broken hearts
Chorus:
Amy sings:
Love is sweet, love is kind
Love will open up your mind
Let love open up the door
All that counts, nothin more
Love is what we came here for
Let love open up the door

song performed by by Michael Mcdonald
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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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Fell In Love

I know I shouldn't
Be in love with you but I am
I know I shouldn't take you back
But I would in a heart beat
I know I shouldn’t let you back in
That secret room of mine
But I do
I know I should be changing the locks on the door
The door you had off the hinges and on the floor
But I’m not

For you could just walk on in and destroy
Anything you wanted to destroy
My heart and soul belongs to you
For now all you have to do is open the door
Now you don’t completely destroy my heart
Every time I talk to you
For I’ve gotten a lot stronger

I know I should be
Running away from you
Away from heartache
And never looking back cause
My heart could not handle
Another heart break
Like the one I just went through
Because of you

I should not care if you get hurt
You’ve hurt me too many times to count
But I won’t
I will always be here awaiting the call saying
You’re in trouble
Or you need somewhere to go to
Even if you want to come back to me
And you are sorry once again for leaving me
So of course I’m there to take you back
Even if my heart is yelling
No no please don’t it would destroy me more
I couldn’t handle it
Because I’ve fallen in love

poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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The Door Between Two Worlds

this the door between our two worlds
it divides the inside and the outside
the light and the darkness
the choice is yours

there is no lock
there is only the hinge that holds the door to its place
when you open it
there is no sound
and when you close it
there is only this silence of the air sealed inside our minds

my heart does not sing inside
it is muted by the darkness that moment your gentle hands
close the door

it is patient, the mind

the incompatibilities of the things outside us
are too inviting
they tempt us to step outside and promise us
the magical wonders of freedom

we feel so light like our joys like cottons and clouds
they are no different from our wishes

i am in the middle of this door between us
& you look at me like i am the last man of this earth

your heart opens with eyes too careful not to know
what i do next is the suspense of this uncertainty

your eyes close, my heart bleeds
my hands wilt, your mind wanders like a lost wind

the door closes finally
walling us in
it locks upon itself and

the world sleeps soundly curling its feet on the beds of the
heavens

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Let My Love Open The Door

Pete Townshend) (various dates)
The people keep repeatin'
The children follow along
Everybody keeps from changin'
And you could say you did enough...
Let my love open your door... (3x)
To your heart...
Let my love open the door (2x)
When everything feels all over
Everybody seems unkind
I'll give you a four-leaf clover
Take all worries out of your mind
Let my love open your door... (3x)
To your heart...
Let my love open the door...
To your heart...
Let my love open the door...
Have the only key to your heart...
I can stop you from fallin' apart
Tried to say in my own way...
Somebody give me the chance to say...
Let my love open your door...
It's all I'm lookin' for
And erase yourself from misery
There's only one thing that's gonna set you free...
When trouble really falls you...
Don't let it tie you down
Love can cure your problems
You're so lucky I'm around
Let my love open your door... (3x)
To your heart...
Let my love open the door...
To your heart...
Let my love open the door... (5x)
Oh...to your heart...
Oh...baby, I know I said, I said, I said, I said, I said, I said...
...I said, I said, I said, I said, I said, I said...
Oh...na na na...let my love open the door...
Let my love... (2x

song performed by by Pearl Jam
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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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And How Did He Put The Elephant In The Refrigerator?

simple enough
he first
finds the door
of the ref
opens it
lifts
the elephant
using his hands
and then
puts the elephant
inside the ref
and then
he finally
closes the
door

that is how
he does it
and everyone
who hears
him says
he is one
mighty right

the next
problem is
how to put
the giraffe
in the ref

and he says
it is very simple

open the ref
take the
elephant out
and then
put the giraffe
and do not
forget
to close the door of the
ref

is it not
that simple?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I can remember going back a couple of years later and, you know, think about it and I was doing a, kind of a political survey, door to door, and everything and I couldn't find any men in the town. It was very strange, you know.

quote by Richard Grimes
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Hearts Door

I knock on your hearts door
and the sign says 'don't disturb.'
'
I slip a note over the transom
and its floats back 'undeliverable.'

I sleep outside your hearts door,
day and night,

my ear cupped to hear rustlings.

I've rehearsed what I'll say if the door opens.
You'll take me in your arms.

I'll knock every day on your hearts door.

I'll sit.
I'm patient
I am not going any where.

I wait,
outside your heart's door
because
one day
it will open
and my soul
will stare into
your soul
and melt there.
Just you wait
you'll see.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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World Behind a Door

The door creeps open to expose
A world that is unknown to most.
Maybe a child's dream or an adult's
wish finally coming reality, Whatever
The reason for the door appearing
Still startly us all and the answer
Will always remain unknown.

Behind the door lies a world
That could never be imagined.
The sky is an outstanding blue.
This world has water that is clear
And the air is warm and comfortable.

The world behind the door brings
Peace when someone visits it.
Worries and fears slip away
when in the beautiful world.
It never storms and no one
Ever feels the pain that
our world can afflict on us.

It would be a dream to find
The world past the magical door.
To feel nothing but happiness
And to feel yourself smile again
Would make you feel free in
The beautiful world behind the door.
Find the world behind the door
And see for yourself.

poem by Tracey Wynn
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Blank Years

what music mom let me hear
when i was minus one to three years old?
they say it has a great bearing on my life
yet how they secretly seeped into me
i am as amnestic as the granny next door
who has lost touch with all her years

second poem
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ask me what i remember
for the years after i was three
and nothing else before that
i am an amnastic as the old woman
next door for those early years
that crept so quietly into me
without even my knowledge

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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