When those in this nation, cling to a non-diverse attitudes,
hatred finds fertile ground to grow.
It whispers into the cracks of unity.
And becomes the persecutor,
circling us like shadows at dusk.
Too often, we let it linger,
We welcome it, invite it in—
an unwelcome guest.
Seated at the table of humanity.
And so, it festers.
Hatred feeds on our silence,
untold truth.
Strengthening through fear
creeping through the doors,
left Ajar.
We're mannequins peering from a storage
bin. We slouch across from
the "No-Food" paper sign.
Its message sags to a pulp taped to the shoulders
of a glass door. Shoppers,
incoming, their shared orange
squirts juice. Our mannequin-custodial
grins bar us from the lips' sweet 'oh'.
Crowdsourcing emboldens shame, our French kisses hung
on tangy wind chimes breezes tongue.
Gently now, my sweet
tell me the secrets you keep.
What fashions the mystery you are?
Whisper it, Love, with mind ajar.
Whence cometh your charm abundant?
I praise it such I’m often redundant.
What put goodness in every pore?
I partake of it, wanting ever more.
What gives rise to your alluring smile?
It’s a model’s asset, part of your style.
And those eyes—how do they kindle desire?
Two of you, two more that ignite my fire.
Where did you find hair that’s a treasure?
Languishing in it is an unsurpassed pleasure.
Yes, tell me darling so when I awake
deeper the love we will gently make.
Babies are droolers
Teachers are schoolers
Pitchers are foolers
Lawyers are duelers
Fishermen are spoolers
Faceters are jewelers
Needlers are crewelers
Kids are stoolers
Men are toolers
Women are rulers
B-eware of the devil,
E-very door must be closed;
L-ike a roaring lion he roams, looking for prey he likes most.
P-adlock the main opening
O-f your mind and your heart;
N-ever let the evil enter
T-o tear your soul apart.
E-very hour you must be alert,
N-ever lose the spiritual war;
O-r you'll be surely condemned,
S-o never leave the gate
A-jar.
Doors are used to come and go,
To lock out and lock in
Doors are not very welcoming.
Doors ajar disquieting
Half-hearted gap foreboding
Door neither open nor shut is worrying
Do your doors ajar become you?
What do your doors say about you?
Do you care? Others do?
Because doors separate humans from apes
What's mine is yours without doors
Because laws outlaws gewgaws
Open your doors left ajar, to live an open life.
I hate to keep the windows closed
No matter what the weather,
‘Cause fresh air’s a connection
To the outside, like a tether.
Apartment living has its flaws,
The lack of space most glaring,
But also, there’s no exit out
To see how things are faring.
Except the windows, which, to me,
Must always stay ajar
(Or open wide when temps outside
Will let me raise the bar).
The breeze wafts in and, like today,
Commingles with the heat,
Reminding me the day awaits,
The world outdoors to greet.
AXED AJAR
when the sky comes down
where will your peace be
when the ground trembles
will you stand beside me
pause with bated breath
calm before the storm
we’ve been waiting for
blood red days at dawn
as mortal battle starts
in hearts of darkness
where war fires flare
amidst arid starkness
without grim warning
the sun will turn black
sick earth axed ajar
with explosive crack
in darkest corners
we will hunt down squares
of sacred holy ground
asking ourselves this:
is it too late for
prayers?
as deaths sickly face
appears at the door
something like this….
YOU
CAN
NOT
IGNORE
© Kim van Breda—27 January 2015
even soft footsteps
leave an imprint behind
this door, ajar
with a shadow I once knew
caught in its draft
A heart ajar
a dream half seen
in a chest
whose lid was
quickly fastened.
A heart ajar
a smile half
delineated
upon a flake
of snow
which in
no time melts.
A heart ajar
a long beautiful sentence
whose verb
never dared
to come out
in the light.
A heart ajar
a poem half read
before you reach
its climax
and touch
its heaven.
A heart ajar
a love
drawing near
like a ray of sun
you try to catch
but will
always flee.
Love
and it may
open,
though.
leave the door ajar
to let the wind sing softly
to renewed spirit
senryu © CarolineCécile - 03.23.12
How long ago did she lose her tears
honest tears of sadness or joy
a trusting heart lost for years
pretend emotions now her decoy
weeping heart captive and barred
concealed essence slowly clears
bound emotions begin to shard
now feeling her inner guide
showing her she should not fear
her trusting heart will open wide
when she finds her unshed tears