Best Foot In The Door Poems
CHASING FOOTPRINTS
Some feet are bigger than others
none bigger than those
left by your brothers -
that you tried to fill.
The foot that Dad
would put “right up ‘ur ****”
and the one Mom said
you must put forward.
The meter and feet
we poetically treat
in attempt to conform
to rhythm and beat.
One foot we must
“take out of our mouth”,
while trying to get
“one foot in the door”.
Footprints that litter
the sands of our mind
that cannot be followed
by looking behind.
The foot of the stairs
the foot of the bed
the footsteps of night
the footsteps of dread.
Huge footprints of carbon
Al Gore and his ilk
charging the cows
for the grass to make milk.
One foot on the gas
One foot on the brake
one looking to give
one looking to take.
So don’t judge the size
or the depth of the root
nor measure the soul
by the size of the boot.
John G. Lawless
submitted to – BIGFOOT (A Poet Destroyer contest)
Dismiss me so gently like swishing chiffon
To dream like a phoenix, time to drone on
But dead like a doormat,unable to pain
Pillar of salt , summoned by the urgent sea
There to be drowned but for the buoyancy
Pavemented path of ceaseless regret
Appartion goes past I try to forget
Oh that was us, why is this what we do?
We smash our beliefs so deliberately
Hopes doleful travellers, loves amputees
Tore out the page yet swore to be true
Promises made with a foot in the door
Eavesdrop a thought ,oh God I miss you
The raw innocence of a first job interview
I'm sitting at a McDonald's
writing a poem. I save it.
My interest is piqued,
at a young lad interviewing
for his first job, presumably.
At first I see him dressed in shorts,
plain white t-shirt, and
slippers, and I then think of his
mistaken attire. He kept twitching his
nervous knees as the manager
looked over his application.
The raw innocence. There's
an exchange of dialogue. But then
I could see that the interview
turned into an orientation,
even laughter at times. So I
knew the young lad had his
foot in the door. Great. During
this time a smiling women catches
my eye. She's probably thinking
why I'm watching so intently at the
interview. She keeps looking
over at the interview, too.
I didn't put two and two together
until later. The raw innocence
of a mother looking on as her
cub leaves the lair.
connie pachecho
1/26/17
You say that I'm not a good wife,
but I supported you while you were in jail.
How can I not be a good wife,
when I stood by you when others would bail?
You know how to push my every button.
How to make me doubt myself and get mad.
You're the fool who will never realize
the loyal, forgiving, faithful wife you had.
Not many people will stand by a man,
who is an addict, has cheated and hit them.
I gave you a second chance with our marriage,
I was the fool who went out on a limb.
I never should have given you the first chance.
You didn't deserve to have someone like me.
Not that I'm beautiful or glamorous, just normal.
But you use women to get what you need.
You feed on women with low self esteem,
using your looks to get your foot in the door.
Well, I learned my lesson, though I love you,
You're a disgrace, and I deserve more.
I'm tired of you calling and playing your mind games.
You say hurtful things that make me cry.
Why can't you leave me alone, do what you do best,
Go get drunk, screw some skank and get high!
I don't want you in my life anymore,
No, we can't be friends and stay in touch!
You can't make amends for what you've done,
Its over, you've put me through way too much!
You'll never change, so why would I want
to even think of giving you another chance?
I did my time, I'm done, its over, Good-bye,
It didn't work for us, I'm no longer in your trance!
Just sign the papers, for once be a man
and do as I ask, I've given you enough of my time.
Go back to how you were when we met, using women,
not wanting to work, doing drugs and your life of crime.
Prayer to Carry Me
Lord, help me to exfoliate
From the skins within sin
Rid me of my sins
And give them to the dead sea
Without you, I’m not the same me
I’m someone different, but not so “originique”
I gotta be “originique”,
Cause that’s how you created me
If I stray away, I’m just insane
And the thought of losing my sanity
Is enough to make the world go crazy.
Trust and believe, it’s not what they want to see
Lord, you know it gets ugly
So I ask you to protect me
To guide me and lead me in the right direction
So when I step foot in the door
There’s never an objection
And you’re my only obsession
I’ll never have to “want” for anything
As long as you’re surrounding me
So I’ll walk in your footsteps
As you carry me through these rocky mountains
And cool-calming seas
By: Aleasha A. Martin
Man should feel very bless
in having Teachers around that care
for the learning process
is an on going procedure
or it should be, for Life to progress,
For if any man thinks he knows it all
then think again, as such
for how then did they get to know so much
in so little a time
or did they?
So thank your lucky stars
to have peoples around that can teach
for Teachers are very special indeed
and even Teachers know
that the learning process never stops
It's only people who stops the learning way
when they think they know it all
and when ignorance put his foot in the door
and bemoans his lot and cries
he should have listened and learnt
learn't a lot more when the Teachers were around
but it's never to late
there are Teachers out there
just waiting for you to attend the class
for the learning process never ends
no, not even in death, not even then.
years of writing and learning
working
guts spilled
heart ripped out
torn to holes
stabbing myself open
and spreading myself thin
learning this about that thing
this thing about that stuff
computer whizz i am not
but one comes along
and i am forever lost in the shuffle of the game
playing with myself
solitaire with levels
puzzles with destinations to surf the web to give
my writing a new purpose
lead you here to find where else for you to go to find the next puzzle to ponder and
meaning of it all
as if I'm some genius
unfinished puzzle
I've been shut down
and how do i explain this to my children
walking in my crutches
who cannot afford to be read one more time
as i whine in the midst of my goose chase
of level three leading you back to level one
and my space is just a place to look for something to do
top point at the famous players and how i got my foot in the door
and how they know me one day
and I'm not shy to get my attention whether I'm good or not
i have something to say
we are a community and I'm here for the life of fun and games
I'm here for the utopia
why does it have to be like a bully ruled school yard of conviction where no one
knows who they think they are
and no one is worrying about who questions anybody
and laugh at estimations
of underestimating thew jobs we never apply for
fingers pointing over here and over there and nothing left to lose
so was it worth it
when now i cant sign in due to scandal
i cant fix any perfected mistakes due to friends who know pass codes that affect
me still
tight lips are sinking my ship and the truth be told
the police wont get involved
just thought you should know I'm in the Center of nothing
spiraling out to place to find if i can be
where none will ever go
a journal of the one who was everything written of emotion from gods joke
to inspiration to writers and communicating generation gaps
and now its all lost because of hate crimes we cant solve and peoples
paranoias of technology and phishing scams
cant sell my work anymore or access my pay pal
years of work not backed up
lumpy lessons served with lemon aid
just go surf and see the game
do the pieces fit
of the head strong ahead of his timer terrified false prophet goose chase
inter net hacked shut down?
something to think about for you!!
Are the mother’s cries less bleak,
In a language we don’t speak?
Why does the pain not translate?
When we speak of love but do in hate
Is it their freedom we are fighting for?
It seems to be a foot in the door
We make them pay for our small toil
And steal and pillage all their oil
We say we have a better life
But all our green and silver is built on red
We ignore and disregard the natives’ strife
And pretend to care when they pile their dead
But we do not care and we never will,
So the lives of millions must pay our gas bill.
When my heart is caving in and I feel all alone,
I wake up in the morning so far away from home.
When my soul is crying out and I feel like I'm lost,
I'll hold my head up proud so I will pay the cost.
So life won't pass me by, I'll live while I can.
Make the best of days gone by, wish I could hold in my hands,
my magnolias crying in the rain.
Wish I could catch the drops that fall.
Instead I remain so far away from home.
When I'm crying out for life,
I'll hold my dreams I have in store.
Even though it seems I can't get my foot in the door.
And though I'll pay the price,
because I've sacrificed.
Soon I'll return again one day,
under Louisiana blue sky,
just so I could hold my,
magnolias crying in the rain.
Wish I could catch the drops that fall,
but instead I remain far away from home.
You gave me your hand to hold.
You kept me warm when I was cold.
So when my dreams unfold,
I'll be back to hold,
my magnolias crying in the rain,
so I can catch the drops that fall,
and no longer remain,
so far away from home.
I’m not too sure will I make it
Confusing the day with night
My visions are sure they are naked
And see-through held up to the light
I’ve been thinking it out
Since that thief shut my mouth
With the words that he took to be true
He made off so fast
Couldn’t stop so he crashed
But too late I was wearing his shoes
I had to call up the doctor
I knew we would not have met by chance
But he said he was rather quite busy
And really tied up in his pants
I’m a casual liar
With a hypocrite smile
And I can’t get up from the ground
He said take some of these
Get up on your knees
Keep your loyalty profound
Lit up to take another hit
The swallow song had just begun
Threw away my senses so quick
Now I’d trade my eyelids for some
Couldn’t hear the clock
No ticking no tock
A timeless spell in the park
In the hours I had not
I was happy as I walked
Knowing shadows were not cast in the dark
‘Twas there I found Susanna the dancer
She opened the door well it was her place
Could see her wondering what’s he after
Is it a funny look or just his face?
Foot in the door wasn’t trying to sell
Couldn’t stand still
On no other shelf
Her creamy thighs opened
Without a noise spoken
That is all that I’m wanting to tell
“America” a poem
America……….
America……….
The Beautiful
The Home of the Brave
Who’s going to help you, After all you do?
Who’s going to lead, When all you see is the greed?
We put our foot in the door; one more time than before but we forget the needs that we have right here,
The ones we say we hold so dear
America……….
America……….
We’re lovin Haiti but we’re killin in places like Kuwaiti!!
With all the kill'in we are makin, no wonder they are hat'in
What’s up with Iraq, Will our soldiers ever be able to come back?
We kill our men a time and again
Our country has no money, somethings sure feeling funny
We leave our people behind; The ones who are free but we’re sure not kind
We need to steer, what we hold so dear
The money we spend
The blood we shed
What about our poor and the sick that endure?
We’re out of work
Can’t pay our bills
Got no health care and our media keeps us scared
America……open your eyes………take care of your own
It’s sure not fair, when we’re all right here
We’re all right here
We’re all right here
America, take a look right here
Malfunction, malfunction
Says the broken machine, cold and clean
Mal...mal...malfun....malfun...malfunction
Error, error
System overload, overlapping with firewall breakdown
What, what, what's the protocol
Answer to the dial tone at all
Blank, the direct word you're looking for blank you bland suit
Don't sue, you can't sue me
You're wearing blue
Error, error
This does not compute
Wait what does compute mean again
Rattle my cages, erase the bonding stripes
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be tuna in a tin can
Listen to the waves of Coke fizzling down your throat
Does it tickle or does it hurt
No wait don't tell me
It hurrrrrrrrrrts like a 1000 gigahertz
I'm worth a foot in the door, phantamgasmore
Penelope Tate is Pepper Ann
Beautiful and frail come & get me
Save the day
Well dont just stand there, kiss the girl
So says a singing crab at the bottom of the sea
A hole in the bottom of the sea
Repeated by once a one year old singing Brian Adams
Error...error...system malfunction
M...m...m...my world seems to malfunction around me
My karma, my bad luck, they run amuck over me
I want to kick, scream
Scream profanities but I can't open my snake like jaws with malice
So I'll just shout out at the sky instead
But did I forget who I am
A being of circuits and wires
Why...why...why...why...do I feel the need to be human
I can't sleep, I can't see without some sort of light
I aim to please my creators, my employers
Everyday I break down, I break down, I break down
Filling with steam and smoke
Rising from anger but can I feel anger
Do I feel anything
Wait am I supposed to feel anything
Error...error...error...error
System malfunction
Abandon this time machine, over and out captain
Says Claudio in a war with imaginary beings unable to understand the things they do to themselves
This disillusioned mann...mann...manner of thinking
This hard rip right into the hip, a cold tip pressed to the ear
But I don't have ears, just an antenna
I think, I can't think at all
Error...error...system mal....
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Commence self destruct in
4
3
2
1
Done
Loneliness is never funny
And one can't buy love with money
When lost in despair
Along comes an hare
With eggs he claims eased her bunny
I changed my heart, and mind, there's nothing you can say,
I've filtered through the jokes and insults, it's the enemy's game,
You've pounded on the door ignorantly, but you see, I have the keys,
And nothing can come into the room, unless I allow it to be,
I can hear you from the other side, throwing indirect remarks,
Did you think that if you tried to affect me, I would let you in my heart?,
When you switch up, which you have, I've got my foot In the door,
But the minute you start harrassing me, I shut it again once more,
Until you can get it through your head, that's not the way to love,
Don't expect me too much from me, because I've tried and it was never enough,
Unsatisfied with yourself, this back n forth game you play,
This has nothing to do with me, if you don't love me than walk away.
Something Greater
She took one step forward, then one step back.
She went way off track.
She lost sight of the goal.
Misplaced her very own role.
When push came to shove,
and hate emerged from love,
She chose to rise above.
She chose honor over shame.
Life would never be the same.
One day at a time became an arduous mountain climb.
Nothing was clear.
The illusion began to disappear.
However, hope had its foot in the door.
Hope lifted her off the floor.
Gave her something more.
Torn.
Forlorn.
That was no way to live.
She had something greater to give.
She figured out what life is about.
Nothing easy.
Nothing nice.
Play it once.
Play it twice.
Search yourself and get it right.