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The Visitors

knock knock knock
on my front door
i get up to look
it's lonliness at the door

but quite and still
i would not let
lonliness in so peacefull i slept

morning came
and with the knocks once more
but i kept my temper
and evened the score

inside i sat quietly
wishing he'd go away
but he yelled from outside
he had something to say

i said "go away"
and i put a record on
something moving and grooving
i played it all day long

but when evening came 
i put on a sweater
and decided to play 
something much better

something smooth
something sentimental
something with lyrics
that are very gentile

something with words
that don't dare remind
of terrible incidences
recently left behind

constantly reminding me
it should be a crime! 
it should be a crime!!
it should be a crime!!!

anger was present
he had a key
i was glad to see him 
and he was glad to see me

but lonliness
though being out side
made his presence known
in certian shadows
in certian rooms

anger said
"have a drink" 
and handed me a bottle
"listen up. i know how to fix that flirt. 
slap her in the face.
rub her name in the dirt!"

and with this 
my imagination ran wild
drink after drink 
we talked a while

but i remembered myself
this wasn't my style

and once again lonliness 
knocked at the door
i let him in and fell
crying to the floor

why, oh why must you visit
once more?!

he said "to try to give you wisdom
where you broke down before.
to try to give you knowledge 
before you go through the door. 
to try to make you stronger,
if you should do it again.
and to always let you know 
that i am your constant friend. 
i am with you in your solitude
i am with you while you sit 
surrounded by friends.
i scream my name LONLINESS!
in your ears very loud.
never forget my power 
or giving me my hours."

and with that 
he sat his fat ass down

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Charmaine Chircop

Date: 11/23/2009 3:26:00 PM

angry for being lonely,lonely cos of a flirt..whom her face you must put in dirt,,,Loniliness can knock on our door and it can be very powerful,even when we are in crowds..heartache makes our loniliness worst,and anger,frustates us,,we all pass from these moments,this are bad moments,eventually they pass and Sunshine comes full of smiling rays..one of your best poems John,, going to my favs--Charma

Yoni Dvorkis

Date: 11/22/2009 8:49:00 PM

"Slap her face and rub her name in the dirt". Lines like that ring a lot of bells in my head, like someone's unconscious desires seem to scream in unison with mine. I can't shake that line. Normally I'd think you're attacking one of your characters, anger or loneliness, but then I see it's a woman and I automatically think of the woman who's name rhymes with 'bliss'.

Megan Huntington

Date: 11/21/2009 11:58:00 AM

i enjoyed reading this lovly write! :) and thank you very much for taking the time to read my poem. i appreciate it very much and i am glad you liked it. i wish you a happy thanksgiving! god bless, megan

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 11/21/2009 11:07:00 AM

Wow, John, this is surely one of your best poems! You had my attention from the start as you tried to keep loneliness at bay by locking the door and turning up the music. But anger had a key! Sometimes we do feel lonely even when we are among friends, John. And I love the way you ended the poem! Straight to my favorites, John. Love you, Carolyn