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The Beaten Track

Lying in a trance on a rocking chair,
In the living room of my quiet home,
The buzzing sound of a fretful bee,
Woke me up from my pleasant reverie.

Again and again the droning hiss,
Fell faintly in my vacant ear.
It came so close from the window sill,
Fastened tight with glass shutters.

On looking up, I chanced to glance,
A little fly that reeled around,
Trying in vain to find its way,
Through the narrow slit, into the open sky.

For the poor insect trapped inside,
It was all a matter of live or die,
Again and again it beat so hard,
Against the glass window that lay ajar.

I watched lazily its poignant tussle,
To get away or to stay asunder.
Desperate between life and death,
It mustered all its remaining strength.

Try hard and try again,
Was all that what it dared to do,
And every feat converged on -
Getting out through the window pane.

Alas! Across the room, quite close,
Lay open the door, it never did see,
With hurdles none to block its way,
Or hinder it in its forward flight.

Had it taken a different course,
It could dart out into the world it sought,
And spared the strength it burnt in vain,
In the frenzied move to set it free.

By treading through the beaten track,
We might perish like the trapped fly.
For reaching out into wider skies,
We may take as well a different route.

poem by Valsa George
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Empty Spaces

In a room long left vacant, he sits at the window looking out, cobwebs adorn the room like Christmas decorations. The window glass dirty from neglect.
In his reverie he hears the joy now past, sounds of fun and laughter. Long gone but not forgotten.
A movement in the corner of his eye, a glimpse of a reflection in the window pane, but he learnt long ago not to focus on them as they would vanish.
Darkness falls and the moon rises over the garden and casts it glow on her face, she has returned to him again this evening to bestow her smile on him, her lips move, no sound, but words perfect, fall upon his ears.
Without him turning she stands beside him, slips her hand in his, just to let him know.

poem by Robert Green
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The Room

(chris waters/tom shapiro)
When I pull in the drive where your car used to be
It doesnt hurt me like it used to
I can walk through the door, and not wonder anymore
Where you are, like I used to
I can go down the hall, see the pictures on the wall
And not miss you
But I just cant bring myself to go into..
The room
Where I spent every night with you
And the light of the moon
Came through the window
And I held you
We were so close
And its just too soon
For me to go into the room
Id remember too much if I opened that door
And Im not sure if I could face it
The beds emptiness would remind me youre with
Someone else, and I couldnt take it
So, I sleep on the couch in our living room now
Since our love died
cause Im still not ready yet to go inside...
The room
Where I spent every night with you
And the light of the moon
Came through the window
And I held you
We were so close
And its just too soon
For me to go into the room
Where the light of the moon
Came through the window
And I held you
We were so close
And its just too soon
For me to go into the room

song performed by by Wade Hayes
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Trapped In A Box

Trapped in a box of tremendous size
It distorts my vision, it closes my eyes
Attracts filthy flies and pollutes in the skies
Sucks up our lives and proliferates lies
Trapped in a box
Trapped in a box, four walls as sky
Got a screen for a window about two feet wide
My mind rides and slides as my circuits are fried
No room for thought, use the box as my guide
Trapped in a box
Trapped in a box
Watch the world as it flocks
To lifes paradox
Were all trapped in a box
Trapped in a box Im not alone
I know of others with a box as their home
Light only enters from a crack or a hole
This is not enough for a human to grow
Trapped in a box
Chorus: always wanting a different view
Instant gratification for you
Reality gone in a single click
Just hope that that switch wont stick
Trapped in a box my life becomes void
All I thought for myself is now destroyed
Controlling my mind, what to eat, what to buy
Sublinal rules: how to live, how to die
Trapped in a box

song performed by by Gwen Stefani
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Case Of The Window Pain

an astute answer
discerning shrewd
would surely mention

this wit must be
personification
of a window pane

as for the window pain
perhaps the window is shamed
perhaps the window is dirty

as for the window pain
perhaps the glass is cracked
small large cracks streaked

as for the window pain
perhaps cricket ball punctured
victim of circle game holed

as for the window pain
perhaps the window is broken
glass shards bear crime witness

as for the window pain
perhaps window frame rots
an old window in house derelict

as for the window pain
perhaps the window witnesses
child abuse domestic scenes violent

poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Lonely Fool (The Window)

Here he lies in his grave,
The lonely fool,
In his lonely world,
He was trapped in his cage,
Where waited for a friend,
Someone, anyone to come,
He waited till he was beneath his tombstone,
But no one came,

As he watched,
From the only window in his prison,
The only link he ha d to the world outside,
His connection to others he knew,
Who did not know him,

He tried to escape so many times,
But ever time he exited one room,
He found himself in another lonely room,
Though all alike,
With the same window,
Still I each new room,
He felt lonelier inside,

poem by Paurakh Shrestha
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What You Do Not Expect....

you are on your
way to the tenth floor
go inside
the room and closed
the door
open the window
and get some fresh
air from
the sea
you sit on the
window sill
and the people
down the street
go panicky

you are whistling
a song
and all the while
they are praying
that you do not
jump
from that
high....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Didn't You Welcome It To Visit?

When did you close the window?
When did you stop...
Finding the World too real to face?
When did you decide,
You would isolate yourself and hide?
When did you close the window?

When did your disgust...
Encrust a frown upon your smile?
It appears it has been there,
For quite a while.
What will it take,
To replace that with hope?
Don't close the door...
To sit alone and mope!

Open up that window.
Unlock that door you have blocked.
Tell yourself to stop this self defeat.
It is easier than you think.
If you trust with faith and believe...
You don't need to wallow and weep.
You don't need to share that,
With others you might see who grieve.

Free yourself...
And let that be,
The escape someone else may follow!
You never know who is peeking.
Wishing for one like you...
To lead and show them the way!

Open up that window.
Unlock that door you have blocked.
Tell yourself to stop this self defeat.
You can!
Didn't you welcome it to visit?
Has it not overstayed,
And made itself too comfortable?

Free yourself...
And let that be,
The escape someone else may follow!
You never know who is peeking.
Wishing for one like you...
To lead and show them the way!
They too may have unwelcomed guests to rid!
Show them how that is done!
Do it now.
Today!

Open up that window.
Unlock that door you have blocked.
No need to be hospitable,
To something or someone...
That can be stopped.
Whose prisoner are you anyway?
And why is your defeat so much needed?
And to whom is this feeding being pleasingly fed?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Closed Door

on that day i lost the key
to the room
i waited for some solutions
breaking the locks
and open the door
or climbing on the other side
and entering through the window
but my arms for intrusion
are weaker now
my hands tremble at the thought
that once in my childhood
i did climb walls and break open
the window
and was so badly beaten

i keep on waiting for some solutions
until i realized that anyway
this is not my room and there is nothing
in there and so
not being that foolish
i simply walked away

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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(War Poem) Blacken Skies

Focus now.
looking out the window.
Close you eyes.
Bring down the blacken skies.
Time for change.
Time to be rearranged.
The falsification of fame.
The justification to blame.
Stuck like a mental block.

Focus now.
Looking out the window.
Close your eyes.
Bring down the blacken skies.
Time for the strange.
Time to become deranged.
The melody always the same.
A reality so far from plain.
An alternate way of thinking.
In and out of the box.
Never gonna stop.
Forever reawakening.
This time, this way,
i will pray, i will focus now.
Looking out the window.
Close your eyes.
Bring down the blacken skies.
Time to take cover under the darkness of a fog of war.
Time to follow your fellow brother once more.
Lead us out of flame.
Destroy that which get in our way all the same.
Cry not for the fallen.
They have their place as do we.
Keep going show us the way
and we will proceed.
Strength will be needed for the bodies
we shall be hauling.

Focus now.
Looking out the window.
Close your eyes.
Bring down the blacken skies.
No time to ask why.
No time to worry about if your gonna die.
Vengeance always on the mind.
A gun broken and that's fine.
It did its job.
Shot all the bullets with pinpoint accuracy.
Now we must pick up and go.
Because the man upstairs said so.
So focus now.
Looking out the window.
Close your eyes.
Bring down the blacken skies.
Just focus, just focus now.
Looking out the window.
Close your eyes.
Lets bring, lets bring,
lets bring down the blacken skies.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Concerned

i imagine you alone in bed
with a wound
blood drips but you are tactful
on this matter
you put cotton and apply
the needed pressure
to stop the bleeding
of your heart

then you stand up
head high
look over the window
take a deep breath
and smile to the passing
wind

this is life
these are the accompanying pains of birth
the obedience to the cycle

and then it rains
you close the glass window
the strong wind cannot be heard
with its murmurs

you go back to bed
and sleep
with all the peace and quiet inside
the room
of your soul

this is the acceptance
less all the denials.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Butterfly Fly

Fly little butterfly fly, for you are beauty and free.
Ever changing, ever transforming.

I am changing, I am forming, I am growing.
Like a butterfly so beautiful and yet so free.
Always changing, always transforming.

I am that butterfly, I am beautiful but yet I am not free.
Open the window, let me fly for I am not a child anymore.
You have helped transform this cocoon into a beautiful butterfly.

Set me free. For if not it will wider and die,
like a flower when it gets no water.
Let me wonder, let me live, let me learn from my mistakes.

Don’t let me wider, don’t let me die just set this butterfly free.
Open the window, unlock the door and no matter how far I go.

I will always be your baby, no matter how old I grow.

poem by Elizabeth Gaytan
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Outside Your Window

Outside Your Window;
And in the hands of fate:
I feel the seconds slowly pass,
Whilst you I anxiously await.

And behind the glowing glass;
I glimpsed a fading candlelight.
And I with hope was filled and so:
Wished I for love and life this night.

Outside Your Window;
And in the hands of fate:
I see through the looking glass,
To find my missing soulmate.

And when the light finally flew;
When darkness swamped the room:
A wide smile on my face drew;
And waited I for you to bloom.

Outside Your Window;
And in the hands of fate:
I feel my feelings all amass,
As I your beauty contemplate.

Seconds felt forever;
Nor beauty I did see.
All alone my eyes did glitter;
Whilst wondering where you would be!

Outside Your Window;
And in the hands of fate:
I walked on in your impasse;
Wishing it's not yet too late.

Outside Your Window;
And in the hands of fate:
I lonesome stood for long alas!
And didn't notice your window grate.

Outside Your Window;
And in the hands of fate:
I tried to drag out of that morass,
Myself; and my lost senses locate.

Outside Her Window;
And in the hands of fate:
I watched my heart swiftly by a lass,
Gets stolen; and did my soul sedate.

Outside Her Window;
I still pass by everyday.
Outside Her Window;
I can't just turn and walk away.

Outside Her Window;
I still have hope that she might show.
Outside Her Window;
I watch my life pass by so slow.

Outside Your Window;
And in the hands of fate:
I once awaited you alone all night.
But now I know: it's just too late!

poem by Danny The Dreamer Boyd
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Optical Illusion

Optical Illusion

It was an old rabbit, glass eyed and stuffed, that sat on
a window sill it also had a bald spot on top of its head,
petted by children who knew it was alive. The window it
sat by faced the woods and on a day when window was
open, and it was a day in May, it vanished. Hunters had
seen it jump through the air fast as a midnight shadow.
A rich man bought the woods chopped down trees and
filled in the tarn, where it often had been seen smiling to
its own image. This so he could get a trophy on his wall
and be famous as the man who shot the phantom rabbit.
He went insane all he could find was a yellow plastic duck.
A stuffed rabbit sits on the window sill it has glass eyes,
a bald spot on top of its head; snowing outside it deeply
sighs good to be indoors on a day like this.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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The Writer

In her room at the prow of the house
Where light breaks, and the windows are tossed with linden,
My daughter is writing a story.

I pause in the stairwell, hearing
From her shut door a commotion of typewriter-keys
Like a chain hauled over a gunwale.

Young as she is, the stuff
Of her life is a great cargo, and some of it heavy:
I wish her a lucky passage.

But now it is she who pauses,
As if to reject my thought and its easy figure.
A stillness greatens, in which

The whole house seems to be thinking,
And then she is at it again with a bunched clamor
Of strokes, and again is silent.

I remember the dazed starling
Which was trapped in that very room, two years ago;
How we stole in, lifted a sash

And retreated, not to affright it;
And how for a helpless hour, through the crack of the door,
We watched the sleek, wild, dark

And iridescent creature
Batter against the brilliance, drop like a glove
To the hard floor, or the desk-top,

And wait then, humped and bloody,
For the wits to try it again; and how our spirits
Rose when, suddenly sure,

It lifted off from a chair-back,
Beating a smooth course for the right window
And clearing the sill of the world.

It is always a matter, my darling,
Of life or death, as I had forgotten. I wish
What I wished you before, but harder.

poem by Richard Wilbur
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The Window

Open the window's
On the home
New air and light
Come with you...

The sun
The moon

Birds sound
working sound
speaking sound
t.v.radio sound

Around all are
Come and speak to you...

you are ready to
Open the home window?

You are did not
Open the window
your home only
Silint...
But; you are a
Very vailent....! !

poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Windows

The windows of my life
have panes that go through change.
Sometimes they're clear
Sometimes they're fogged up
and I find that rather strange.

When they're clear I see the road
that stretches far ahead.
When they're foggy it's hard to see
so I close my eyes instead,
for I fear uncertainty.

Life's so unpredictable
and yet it's really not.
For unpredictability
is all we've really got.
So we hang on to each and every day
and do the best we can.

Sooner or later when hard times come
we pray the window pane
will be glass that's all fogged up
so we can remain
uncertain with our eyes shut tight
and unable to see that windowed sight.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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The House of Secret

Close the door, the window speaks
The glass mirrors, the frame shrieks
Close the window, the wall listens
The picture has eyes, the curtain has shadow
Close the wall, the roof stares
The air chills, the light fogs
Close the roof, the floor swallows
The carpet has void, the stair has trap
Close the floor, the door sneaks
In the house of secret, could you find the escape?

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Window

I was staring out the window
The whole time he was talking to me
It was a filthy pane of glass
I couldn't get a clear view
As he went on and on
It wasn't the outside world I could see
Just the filthy pane that I was looking through
So I had to break the window
It just had to be
Better that I break the window
Than him or her or me
I was never focused on just one thing
My eyes got fixed when my mind got soft
It may looked like I'm concentrated on a very clear view
But I'm as good as asleep
I bet you didn't know
It takes a lot of it away if you do
So I had to break the window
It just had to be
Better that I break the window
Than him or her or me
So I had to break the window
It just had to be
Better that I break the window
Than him or her or me
Because the fact in fact
Whatevers in front of me is covering my view
So I can't see what I'm seeing in fact
I only see what I'm looking through
I had to break the window
It just had to be it was in my way
Better that I break the window
Then forget what I had to say
So again I've done the right thing
I was never worried about that
The answer's always been in clear view
But even when the window's clean
I still can't see for the fact
That when it's clean it's so clear
I cant tell what I'm looking through
So I had to break the window
It just had to be
Better that I break the window
Than him or her or me
I had to break the window
It just had to be it was in my way
Better that I break the window
Then forget what I had to say
I had to break the window
It was in my way
Better that I break a window
Then forget what I had to say
Or miss what I should see
Or breaking him or her or me

song performed by by Fiona Apple
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The Fly

Buzzing and flying about my head
Oh how I wish that you were dead,
Pestering me so I cant keep my thought
Or even the solitude that I had sought,
In and out I see you pass by
Oh how I hate you, my enemy the fly,
You get on my food that I am about to eat
As you dance upon it with your tiny feet,
You are a nuisance and bothersome all the day
How I wish I could put you in your grave,
You dart again and again in front of my face
You cause my heart to beat fast and my blood to race,
Then when I look you are nowhere around
And when I listen, I hear not a sound,
But then I see you on my window glass
Are you trying to escape me and our past,
The torture and pain you put me though
And the work I couldn’t accomplish because of you,
Oh how I wish I could catch you my friend
Then to death surely, you I would send,
I grab a rolled up paper to end your life
I walk to the window to catch you in my sight,
Then I see you you I become motionless and still
Then I hit you with the paper, you I had just killed,
I smile as I realize finally peace for me
I had won that battle your death is my victory,
Your body I dispose of so quickly then
Into the sewers you will eventually end,
I am so happy and relaxed with my pride
Then suddenly; I hear the buzzing of another fly.

poem by Randy McClave
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Hope Is An Open Window

(christopher ward/tim tickner/diana ross)
Are we not more than hunger and music
Are we not more than harlequins and horns
Are we not more than color and drums
Are we not more than anger and dance
Give me courage so I can spread it over my face and mouth
Give me courage, give me courage
Give me courage, give me courage
I walk these city streets see the people there
Look into the eyes of quiet despair
And the faces tell a story that words never can
And it falls to everyone of us to try and understand
Out of kindness
One act of grace makes the world we walk a better place
Hope is an open window
Love an open door
To reach out for each other
Is what we came here for
Through an open window
We can see the way
If we hold on to each other, every day
We build walls of suspicion with bars of fears
Tell ourselves well be safe in here
I know more brings us together
Than keeps up apart
First we got to tear down these walls within our hearts
We might be strangers, we can be friends
You and I we both need to let somebody in
Hope is an open window
Love an open door
To reach out for each other
Is what we came here for
Through an open window
We can see the way
If we hold on to each other, every day
Give me courage so I can spread over my face and mouth
We are secret rivers with shaking hips and crests
Come awake in our thunder so that our eyes can see behind trees
Give me courage so I can spread over my face and mouth
Give me courage, give me courage
Give me courage, give me courage
Hope is an open window
Loves an open door
To reach out for each other
Is what we came here for
Through an open window
We can see the way
If we hold on to each other, every day
Hope is an open window
Love an open door
Gotta be there for each other
Is what we sent here for
Through an open window
We can find a way
To love one another
Hope is an open window
Love an open door

song performed by by Diana Ross
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