Best Ajar Poems
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
Someone recently said something about,
"the door is ajar"
I scratched my head and challenged him,
" A door is a door, and a jar is a jar...
Where'd you go to school?
How'd you get as dumb as you are?"
He started to argue,
But I'm too clever for that,
Next he'll tell me,
"Tell people to go s__t in their hat!"
Now, who's gonna wear a hat like that?
I think in his belfry,
He's got a bat...
And what is a belfry?
Is that when I fry an egg?
And this "chicken and the egg" debate...
Oh, I can't wait,
To remind these fools once more,
Silly, they both come from the same store..
And, someone explain this
"Man in the Moon" junk??
That's hard to believe,
unless he got a shovel,
Cause the moon is rather hard...
That anyone still believes that
cheese thing,,
Must be some kind of retard...
And, besides, everyone knows,
That's where Jackie Gleason goes...
And the early bird catches the worm?
Then why ain't the afternoon birds
all dead from starvation?
And why would a worm get up early??
And hell haveth no fury
Like a woman scorched...
I disagree, anyone down there
Is gona be a bit toasted..
Kill two birds with one stone??
Gotta' be a boulder than,
And they ain't easy to throw...
The journey of a thousand miles,
Starts with an instep??
What do you gotta step in??
One in the hand is worth
two in the bush??
Really?? You mean thorns,
right??
Dead men don't tell no tales??
They don't say anything,
far as I know
Something good is worth waiting for???
Only if it pays interest...
I don't know...
I guess you all think I'm mad...
I'm not angry,
Just confused...
Help!!!!
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
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
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.
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 went to my son’s open house last night
Hand in hand to meet my ex, his mother
His classroom was adorned with delight
Doting parents greeted each other
I held on to my son clinging with fright
I listened to his poetry so purely innocent
He wrote of birds, the sun, and his soul
He wrote with such lightness only dreamt
I felt jealous of his careless control
Despite my inadequacy, I stayed present
We moved next to the art show
It bespoke the easy colors in children
I felt my art twisted by age overgrown
I wished I held such a childish pen
In the garden tall sunflowers shone
Walking back to our cars together
He said I was easier with my ex
His innocent words light as a feather
I felt the years of hurt perplexed
I superior thinking I was unbothered
We drove home, the two of us
Back to the safety of our lair
The door closed to his open house
My windows opened letting out despair
He left the door ajar acting sus
My morning joy has left for school
The door to my innocence closes
The twistedness in me begins to recoil
Leave the door ajar, let in the roses
Let the easy breeze find no spoils
Someday my door will open a house
Someday I will write about birds and sun
Perhaps then poetry will be renounced
Then I will become poetry undone
This home will be poetry pronounced
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.
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
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.
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.
I just had a thought
and I'm thinking of her
pulling the strings
tugging at my heart
running rings
'round my emotions
now I'm wondering
where it will end
and if once broken
will it ever mend
as she cracked the code
broke the lock
giving rise
to a state of shock
I'll never be the same
but I'm to blame
as I opened the door
then hoping to win
opened my arms
and let her in