Best Knocker Poems

by Robert (Bob) Moore ©

Tap Tap on the window on a cold and frosty morn
I try hard to ignore it, it’s still not even dawn
I...

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Within the Craigie Mile a manor house stands
Under sheeted rain and surrounded by shrouding fog
One night as Hell sang in the sky
A lady did run...

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A tad over three blocks down Merion Lane
on the left is, an idyllic Cape Cod.
I must've passed it a thousand times
my own picturesque, perfect, postcard...

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THE HAUNTED HOUSE

The dark shadows flicker, hapless waves crash —
against the abyss a lover’s hopes dash.

Latter years, melancholic, dressed in black,
arrival of the vampire’s curse...

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One morning early a Dad and his son Tom went for a walk in the country, they journeyed
through the still mist looking for flowers for...

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You know, I thought changing one’s job would be easy,
To start a new vocation would be breezy.
I got me local newspaper, looking for a job...

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The Moon Also Rises
The Midwatch

Harry Mayer


The X.O.’s in the shower
and the Captain’s in his bed.
The Chiefs’ are playin’ poker
as we’re steamin’ to the Med.

“I’ll take...

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One lonely, chilly night, I awoke to faintly hear 
a rap, rap, rap coming from my front door knocker.
Too curious to ignore, I opened it...

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GRANDDAD’S Homemade BEAN SOUP

Bean soup was served ‘cause Granddad was in town. 
     Yes, every grown up in the neighborhood. 
Was...

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My search is over, found my rainbows end
entrance has gold door with silver knocker 
I turn the diamond crusted door handle
met with prism of colour...

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My grandson asked if back when I was young
I had ever done anything naughty or wrong
I said shut the door put on listening ears
And Ill...

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Aahhhh, The Quirky/Idiosyncrasies of MoonBee


Knock, Knock …
Who’s There ?
     Icky …
Icky Who ?
… Never Mind, I’ll Come Back Later …


Knock, Knock...

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On the spur of the moment forecast by eternal script in the stars

The Bard strummed his guitar and sung a ballade from heart’s lute 

Wild...

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I’m hating myself for the person I’ve become 
I’m different to all And not just some 
I swear a chimp would succeed more than me...

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The Widow 

A widow came a knocking, 
A knocking on my door, 
A widow with her baggage 
And mourning black she wore.

Her fingers were a...

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