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A Repost Of The Past Poem

i step out of the door
from my dark room the windows are not open
it is humid and cold

i step out of the door the windows are still closed
i lock the door and step upon a patch of green grass
the dews are hanging on the blades and shaken

i look upon the sky
and there is this star still shining
despite the opening of the mouth of the morning
i was in deep slumber
i close my eyes
i see your face but i promise there shall be no tears.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Step Out Of The Door

i step out of the door
from my dark room the windows are not opened
it is humid
it is cold
and i step out of the door the windows still closed
i lock the door and step upon a patch of green grass
the dews are hanging on the blades
and shaken

i look upon a sky
and there is this star still shining despite the opening of the
mouth of the morning
after a deep sleep

i see your face but i promise there shall be no tears.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Door

Behind the door what happens
behind the door what's hidden
till you keep the door closed
you are not exposed

Elseone cannot peep in
Elseone cannot step in
other side of closed door
you live behind secured.

If you want door of others
to open for you
keep your door open for
who needs you.

poem by S.D. Tiwari
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Contemplation On The Climbing Of The Stairs...

as i climb the stair
i always think what is up there

when i arrive there
the door is closed

and i am thinking why
contemplating on the other possibilities

shall i open the door
and ask myself in

what if there is nobody there
what if it is just a door and there is nothing inside

i sit on the the last step
and i think again

what if it is not the stair after all
but only the ground

or the pebble or the grass
what if it is only myself and there is nobody else

what if i am just dreaming
what if i am nothing at all

but a thought
without weight without volume

what if this is all about air
a breath a hush a slip?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In my house

You enter a room to see a park
You close a door only to be led to another stairway

Leading you to another room with nothing but windows
You close a window the rest remains open

You close the windows and another door
In that park in the room where you just entered
Opens

Then you are confused about the roof that opens
To a river to the rocks where another door opens
To a wall with trees and birds and butterflies

This is weird you say, this is really weird
Then from the garage comes a wind that blows
Its horn like a car

I have just arrived offering you an explanation
For all these mess, these uncertainties, these self-made

confusions.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Baby Step Back

Now it looks to me like the same old place
In the sky it looks like rain
The same old town with the same old streets
The address has not change
You can find me there
With the door shut tight
And the one wish that remains
Baby step back baby step back
Either step up or step back
No you know I dont write no bad checks
I have no wish to repent
Ive seen a few
But whatever I do
I dont cause no accidents
Whiskey and wine help me pass the time
I dont leave no evidence
Baby step back baby step back
Either step up or step back
Baby step back baby step back
Either step up or step back
Still I dont kneel down
I was born to fight
So youd best leave me alone
Maybe Ill get much more than I need
Or much less than I should own
Last of all let me say it again
Either step up or step on
Baby step back baby step back
Either step up or step back
Baby step back baby step back
Either step up or step back
Baby walk back baby walk back
Either walk on or walk back
Baby step back ...

song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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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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Questions

what do you really believe in?
do your actions,
does your way of living,
prove it?

is the next step
you're gonna take
a step towards life,
or a step towards death?

questions that met me
at the door this morning!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Step It Up And Go

by Bob Dylan (arr)
1. Got a little girl, little and low,
She used to love me but she don't no more.
She gotta step it up and go-Yeah, go.
Can't stand pat, swear you gotta step it up and go.
2. Got a little girl, she stays upstairs,
Make a livin' by puttin' on airs.
Gotta step it up and go-Yeah, man.
Can't stand pat, swear you gotta step it up and go.
3. Front door shut, back door too,
Blinds pulled down, what' cha gonna do?
Gotta step it up and go-Yeah, go.
Can't stand pat, swear you gotta step it up and go.
4. Got a little girl, her name is Ball,
Give a little bit, she took it all.
I said step it up and go-Yeah, man.
Can't stand pat, swear you gotta step it up and go.
5. Me an' my baby walkin' down the street,
Tellin' everybody 'bout the chief of police.
Gotta step it up and go-Yeah, go.
Can't stand pat, swear you gotta step it up and go.
6. Tell my woman I'll see her at home,
Ain't no lovin' since she been gone.
Gotta step it up and go-Yeah, go.
Can't stand pat, swear you gotta step it up and go.
7. Well, I'll sing this verse, ain't gonna sing no more,
Hear my gal call me and I got to go.
Step it up and go-Yeah, man.
Can't stand pat, swear you gotta step it up and go.

song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Step It Up & Go

1. got a little girl, little and low,
She used to love me but she dont no more.
She gotta step it up and go-yeah, go.
Cant stand pat, swear you gotta step it up and go.
2. got a little girl, she stays upstairs,
Make a livin by puttin on airs.
Gotta step it up and go-yeah, man.
Cant stand pat, swear you gotta step it up and go.
3. front door shut, back door too,
Blinds pulled down, what cha gonna do?
Gotta step it up and go-yeah, go.
Cant stand pat, swear you gotta step it up and go.
4. got a little girl, her name is ball,
Give a little bit, she took it all.
I said step it up and go-yeah, man.
Cant stand pat, swear you gotta step it up and go.
5. me an my baby walkin down the street,
Tellin everybody bout the chief of police.
Gotta step it up and go-yeah, go.
Cant stand pat, swear you gotta step it up and go.
6. tell my woman Ill see her at home,
Aint no lovin since she been gone.
Gotta step it up and go-yeah, go.
Cant stand pat, swear you gotta step it up and go.
7. well, Ill sing this verse, aint gonna sing no more,
Hear my gal call me and I got to go.
Step it up and go-yeah, man.
Cant stand pat, swear you gotta step it up and go.

song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Dropping By Your House This Morning

i dropped by your house this very early morning
the windows are closed
but the door is half-open
and i could have given in to this little curiosity
that cats keep on their paws
and soft feet
or hands if you may

but i didn't. there is something in the houe
that says
you had a bad day and that night you did not have
a sound sleep

the roses are wilting and a flower pot falls on the ground
broken
the soil splashed like spilled water on the grass

there is no sound of the wind
from the storm last night

i just dropped by. I respect you. The door of the house
finally closed
i did not see the hands that closed it.
it maybe yours
or someone else's

the rug has spoken. You want to be alone.
to keep the faint light left
in that little room. the curtains fall. the lights
went off on that very early morning.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ringing Heart

Ringing heart

I am a gust of wind
From the north warm and cold
With a tender touch
I blow
Just keep open your wonderful window

Under the mystical dark cover I hide
And wait for your whisper call
To enter like a king to
steal
your ringing heart
Just keep your wonderful door open and wide

Like your dream man at a deep dark night
I break into your thrilling room
As a rain of desire or dream of ray
When I see at your door step
You spread
Colourful love petals
Over the hot and red carpet.

poem by Abdul Wahab
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One Evening

one evening because the walls of the room
are shrinking,
feeling as if i will be crushed by its four corners,

i finally decided to close the windows and open the
door to try to see if there are stars outside
and if the stars can relieve me from such a
claustrophobic impending death,

i step out into the open and sleep on the grass
to feel the coldness of the earth

i lay my body my arms stretched as far as my hands
can do in creating distance between my feet and my
center of gravity,

what i see is a dark sky and infinite space
i feel like a grain of sand spilling from a giant palm

i agree
i am insignificant
that room becomes nothing compared to the fear
of incomprehensible choices

an ocean of freedom
continental responsibility
i feel so drunk drinking too much space from a glass of my gaze
to this vast universe

nauseous still
i stand back to regain my composure
i go back inside the room

and then the wind howled
outside like an angry master

back to the comfort of my blanket
i promise myself a good sleep.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Deserted House

Life and Thought have gone away
Side by side,
Leaving door and windows wide.
Careless tenants they!

All within is dark as night:
In the windows is no light;
And no murmur at the door,
So frequent on its hinge before.

Close the door; the shutters close;
Or through the windows we shall see
The nakedness and vacancy
Of the dark deserted house.

Come away: no more of mirth
Is here or merry-making sound.
The house was builded of the earth,
And shall fall again to ground.

Come away: for Life and Thought
Here no longer dwell;
But in a city glorious -
A great and distant city -have bought
A mansion incorruptible.
Would they could have stayed with us!

poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Overheated

Step back.
Look at it.
Deep breathe...
Then go.

Step back.
Look at it.
Deep breathe...
Then go.

Step back.
Look at it.
Deep breathe...
Then go.

And if this is a brick wall,
These attempts are made...
To try to break through,
It is best to check to see...
If there is a door open.

And if there is...
An experience teaches,
Checking for cleared entrances...
Is the first thing one should do!
With a saving of time,
And a cooling down...
Of an overheated attitude.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Doors

A door may open
Or it may close
It may be wooden
Or steel, I suppose.

A door keeps us in
Or may lock us out,
A door may be silent
Or with noise, may shout.

Doors are for safety,
Our protection -
May rot in antiquity
Lose purpose and mission.

A door like chance,
Can open a dream.
A door like romance,
Can cause some steam.

But there is one door
With its key - never part,
Freely open, evermore -
The door of your heart!

Cynthia BuhainBaello
February 19,2012

poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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The Allegory Of The Cycle Of Doors

and so there is this door that appears before you
and you open it
and then when you enter the room
another door appears
this is the cycle of doors that keep on appearing and you
keep on opening
but the room still appears from a distance
always distant
from your eager feet to enter
you say to enter the room i must please the door
but the room moves away just the same
and the door tells you
to keep the room
you have to burn it and when the room is burned
the door finally disappears
and then both the door and the room shall tell you
now be happy
for you now have a house of your own

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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So Much Depends On This Experience

one night when you arrive home
it is you that opens the garage

you have to step out of the car
and expose yourself to this inevitable coldness of a nightfall

no one is home
tonight

when you open the door using your own duplicate key
you switch on the light

no one is home tonight
the garage and house is now well lighted

you close the door and all the windows
you go straight to your bedroom
&
switch on the air-conditioner

you feel the arrival of a very cold packet of wind
from the tip of your feet
and it arrives like a jackal
as you begin to imagine it to be like

the one that you read in those horror books
it howls so loud trying to break the tympanum of your ears
and it is going to bite you
with its sharp eyes and teeth

but there is something so wrong with you:

you are not afraid, you do not mind jackals,
and now you are ready to bite this crazy one

you like this cold, and you smell the frost
you lick it

there is something so wrong with you:
you are aroused, and you do not like to sleep at all.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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No Attachments

the room where you sleep
does not take hold of you

your bed cannot be part of your skin
and your windows are nothing but

the ordinary closing and opening
of your day

you like a door that opens
to nowhere

you have diamonds in your hands
you spread them

in the garden and you see
how they all glitter for a while

darkness folds and
light of another day opens

you take a walk and whistle
you don't remember the color of the blanket

you forget what warmth was there on that bed
you do not care whether the windows are closed or open

you move to another house
and tell your stories all over again

there is no blink in your eyes
there is no stammering in your tongue

you do not tell them what you love
there are no hands too familiar to hold you back

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Secrets Of The Loving Person

the room where you sleep
does not take hold of you

your bed cannot be part of your skin
and your windows are nothing but

the ordinary closing and opening
of your day

you like a door that opens
to nowhere

you have diamonds in your hands
you spread them

in the garden and you see
how they all glitter for a while

darkness folds and
light of another day opens

you take a walk and whistle
you don't remember the color of the blanket

you forget what warmth was there on that bed
you do not care whether the windows are closed or open

you move to another house
and tell your stories all over again

there is no blink in your eyes
there is no stammering in your tongue

you do not tell them what you love
there are no hands too familiar to hold you back

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Loud Is The Cry Of War

Loud is the cry of war
Many people shall it smite

Opening up death's dark door
Our people shaken to the core
As we feel our enemies bite
Loud is the cry of war

Many soldiers now implore
If this battle was worth the fight
Opening up death's dark door

Many hearts lie broken and torn
An Endless number of sleepless nights
Loud is the cry of war

Crowded will be heaven's shore
As the dead now take their heavenly flight
Opening up death's dark door

Although we won, we lost much more
As empty cries echo through the night
Opening up death's dark door
Loud is the cry of was

poem by Cat Winder
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