Quotes about ajar, page 3
Entreaty (acrostic)
A fellowship has initiated
Like t`was destined upon today
My Pen and Me for long waited
Indeed this is the chosen day
God! Sure you keep an eye on all
Here I come, and seek upon your help
To `Us` your blessings may befall
You know what future thus withheld
Lo! Comes upon a thought on me
Opens my eyes-of-heart ajar
Renders me cure for prejudice
Delivers me a Rising Star
poem by Gulam Abbas Hashmi
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Bronze Star
From the ambience of the boundless sky,
A twinkling and perfect bronze star,
As if a saint had gotten spry
And left the everlasting ajar.
The splendor of the palace beds
On the corner of the firmament
Where ice cloud and star weds,
Beyond all chills of any extent.
The twilight verse of the turtledove
Awakens us at morning's dawn
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poem by Albert Price
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Ajar
Leaving is never final
if the door is left ajar.
No conversation is ever finished
until all the questions
are asked and answered.
Life is never over
until all the doors are finally shut.
Most rules are never broken
only bent a little to
suit the circumstance.
Hence, we live our lives
from one day to the next
with little surprises
just to keep us on our toes,
pleasant or otherwise.
17 October 2012
poem by David Harris
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Follow my coat tails
A lonely star shone upon the moon
Her blank expression broke his gloom
Deeply wanton did his affections seek…
To enlighten her orbs that nightly did mystique
They glowed at night a vibrant ardour far
But by day did wisp away his soul ajar
Into distant aspects did he look and gaze
All he asked envisaged her was in her daze
Love is such said a passing comet sage
Follow my coat tails and be my page…
poem by Mark Heathcote
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Reconciliation
The door snooped ajar
gazing like the sun
on a torn sky
and its eyes sifting through
our silent ruminations
We rummaged through
the ruins of the past,
stepping into the light
with all that was supressed
in the darkness of our nights
Trepidation took form
in the silhouette of a shadow
cringing for the same reason
and the shudders started to sound
like songs from gentle violins
I knew that
I am not alone
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poem by Norman Santos
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Do not torment me with the blue
at the threshold of the colours
when you paint the morning
with the white frozen little bough
bitterly breaking my windows
in a red spilled cell
when you count my blood
in a happy yellow light
that even more witnesses the pain
in a night black left ajar
when you open my tear
in all the colours
when you tell me
the rainbow has been made for someone else
do not torment me with the blue
there's nothing royal in me
I can't take it anymore
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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She lay as if at play
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She lay as if at play
Her life had leaped away—
Intending to return—
But not so soon—
Her merry Arms, half dropt—
As if for lull of sport—
An instant had forgot—
The Trick to start—
Her dancing Eyes—ajar—
As if their Owner were
Still sparkling through
For fun—at you—
Her Morning at the door—
Devising, I am sure—
To force her sleep—
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poem by Emily Dickinson
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My Destiny
I bent the bone of destiny
Before it travelled far,
I rearranged the angle
So the door was left ajar,
I walked to a brand new future
Leaving worn out ambitions
To float into the air,
Old challenges have vanished
Without a trace of being there,
I`ve set a new standard
Achievable to me
That will enhance my life forever
Without charging me a fee,
I`ll move within my comfort zone
Contented every day,
Hoping my destiny will find me
Somewhere on the way.
poem by Heather P Wilson
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On the Threshold
O God, my dream! I dreamed that you were dead;
Your mother hung above the couch and wept
Whereon you lay all white, and garlanded
With blooms of waxen whiteness. I had crept
Up to your chamber-door, which stood ajar,
And in the doorway watched you from afar,
Nor dared advance to kiss your lips and brow.
I had no part nor lot in you, as now;
Death had not broken between us the old bar;
Nor torn from out my heart the old, cold sense
Of your misprision and my impotence.
poem by Amy Levy
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On Naming a House
WHEN I a householder became
I had to give my house a name.
I thought I'd call it 'Poplar Trees,'
Or 'Widdershins' or 'Velvet Bees,'
Or 'Just Beneath a Star.'
Or 'As You Like It,' 'If You Please,'
Or 'Nicotine' or 'Bread and Cheese,'
'Full Moon' or 'Doors Ajar.'
But still I sought some subtle charm,
Some rune to guard my roof from harm
And keep the devil far;
A thought of this, and I was saved!
I had my letter-heads engraved
The House Where Brown Eyes Are.
poem by Christopher Morley
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