Best Opened Poems
“Opened”
What happens inside the heart,
when the gate opens
inside the mind?
a new world summons;
it’s never too late
to turn back,
but – Love,
the dilemma,
which way
now -
takes you
Home?
(LadyLabyrinth / 2024)
A New Year, A New Life
New Years Day
2024
"It takes all the running you can do, to keep in the same place. If you want to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that!"
"'And what is the use of a book,' thought Alice, 'without pictures or conversation?'"
“Everything’s got a moral, if only you can find it.”
Then I Opened That Door…
To The Question: “How was your Day?” came this response…
The other day I arrived at work and found my chair was gone. Oh the Horrors!
No way to rest at my desk. I looked and scurried all about for it.
Someone said to just grab another one. “Grab another one?” I queried?
I told them that this is no ordinary chair. It was special.
It was the legendary Chair that lays the Golden Eggs. And I did not stop there.
I had back and leg pain and someone named Billy Beanstalk found this chair for me.
He had gone thru his network of vines… I mean friends.
He talked to Penny Patty (middle name CowPie, but I digress).
And when she heard about my missing chair she had a cow.
No, really. She owned a real cow with farmland to spare.
Anyway, Billie had the beans to spread the word far and wide.
It caught the attention of Penny and the cow. The cow wasn’t talking. He was mooody.
Penny mentioned the penchant of Ogres with flagons from wagons,
Who lived in caves by the waves. (I am not making this up!)
They loved chairs by the pairs and tables with strange labels.
This story should not be confused with dragons with issues.
As I was saying, Billy and I were able to sneak into the Ogres Lair.
And inside I found my chair. How did I know it was my chair, you ask?
I didn’t put the label on the table; it was on the chair with the hair,
On the flagons were dragons, where the brew was true.
Billy and I will have to tell Penny and the cow about this. The cow still isn’t talking.
We proceeded to sneak the chair by the Ogres who slept by the hour.
It wouldn’t be nice to bring the Ogres awake by the lake,
That’s why there were waves by the caves.
So that is how we were able to retrieve my Chair that lays the Golden Eggs,
And I can finally rest my back and legs.
Really now, I did not make this up. It really happened.
About the cow, I think the Ogres had one too,
After they found they didn’t have an even pair of chairs.
Written by Hubby at the encouragement of Dragon and Wuffie Poo
Written 6-25-2015
You have no idea
How you opened my cover
You read me, understand me
You completely feel me
No one can have enough love
In all it's layers and forms
You inspire me everyday
Knowing how you know me
That all of me is yours to keep
I can be everything I want to be
Connected with you in my life
It's the deepness of your mind
How passionate you are inside
The generosity towards others
Your voice - a deep friend
Just one touch - my soul sings
My heart is a place to live
I love that you have the key
Lock your heart to mine within
It's yours - you have moved in
Eternally is just the beginning
Trust, Faith, Tears and Love
You lifted me from the shelf
Looked at my cover
Made a judgment on what was inside
Decided to spend some time
You explored my thoughts
Flipped through my pages
Bent my corners
Underlined my words
Dampened my paper with your tears
Pondered me
Laughed along my lines
I felt loved
Understood
Appreciated
I heard you sigh
Oh how I enjoyed our time together
The smell of your coffee
The rhythmic sound of your breathing
The feel of your hand caressing my pages
You closed my protective cover
Smiled
Placed me on your coffee table
Close at hand
I gladly wait
To spend more time
With you my friend.
I have always thought the books I have read have felt like friends.
I have a hard time discarding books, I am even more loyal with friends.
Being here at the soup has blessed me with many new friends, I thank
you all for removing me from the shelf and taking time to read my pages.
The Tiny Seed Opened
Deep the ponderous silent beginning
Rumbled its struggle to
And break open once upon its lilting
And thought
It lifted high some resounding
Gathered itself by pulse climactic
Loosening
The swollen burst of its making
And deeper driven the slow light emancipating
Rising glory
The exulted splendour
Forth rushing spreads encompassing
In the eternal reaches
The heart beats deliverance
Sings joyous cries
With life eyes
“I am here !
“I have arrived !
The impassioned apex of praise
Fortissimo to the pinnacle creation
The tiny seed
Opened
Inspired by
Also Sprach Zarathustra, Op. 30
( Eng Thus Spake Zarathustra) is a tone poem by, Richard Strauss composed in 1896 and
inspired by Friedrich Nietzsche philosophical treatise of the same name.
( Wikipedia )
Little
Miss Witch nose twitched.
Bewitched a mundane stitch;
Halloween clown from head to toe
trick, treat.
She walked
Down the dark street
With sweet sounds of laughter.
Skittles, candy corn, M&Ms
Bag full
One, two,
Three, sudden; Poof!
Black spike hat, gown, and boots
Holding a kitten as black cat
Looked out.
And Then I Opened That Door
My thoughts stir memories of that oak door
just down the hall upstairs, the second floor.
I gently opened it and peeked inside—
my beating heart filled up with hope and pride.
I stepped inside so slowly and aware
what I beheld—a gift beyond compare—
emotions swelled and tears filled up my eyes—
such joyous feeling I could not disguise.
So round and soft—oh what a lovely sight!
This vision filled my heart with pure delight!
Perfection, beauty, miracle in one—
my first grand-babe into my life had come.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Any Couple You Wish II
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Judged: 05/13/2016
~NA~
Contest: …And Then I Opened That Door
Sponsor: John Lawless
Judged: 06/25/2015
My first grandchild, a grandson, born January 30, 1990...
The door of my heart opened
You instantly, stealthily owned me!
From now till my eyes, close,
I can envision only, we.
This world is but temporary,
But I am lost in your wavy hair.
Please up the stairs do carry....
Me, your brown eyed woman, happily there.
I still walk in your brilliant sunshine daily.
With our forever song, in my full heart.
Each time we are together, my words fail me.
The winds sing~ our hearts will never part!
3/8/2o21
I opened my Bible today.
The first thing I noticed was how yellow the pages seemed -
then the odor of it rose to my nostrils,
my head filled with images.
At first I thought how sad -
I should be ashamed of myself.
Has it been so long since I opened my Bible
that it smells of a book lost in the dark recesses of a library?
One pushed, little by little,
to the back,
as if it was set aside for newer and more exciting volumes -
possibly soon for the discard pile?
Gradually my perception evolved,
realizing the book had taken on the life of the ancients.
Now it not only was the words of men explaining the word of God,
but it had the atmosphere of the ages.
Speaking in sync with its historical time
the words made a greater sense.
They weren't at all the same words that I had to memorize in Sunday school -
But the hearts of men singing.
We had heard stories relating to those years
Inquisitive young minds we were, guessing so bold
Told of images so alien that would scare our inner fears
As a young boy growing up, answers we were never told
Going through college, working hard reaching University
Aeronautical Science my quest, my graduation achieved
Boeing to Northrop, the B-2's stealth was down to me
I'm now with the USAF, Edwards Air Force Base received
Now I'm where I am, thinking back to those years ago
Inquisitive young minds we were, guessing so bold
Clearance I have, for inside me desires to know
Maybe it's about time, that our nation should be told
I'm in area 51, and then I opened that door
The stories I now see true, they've been to our shores
.
20/06/2015
In my soul a window opened
and I weave my smiles in crape.
But a wish, so cruelly broken
fades away in the shadows of the past.
I’m so in love, but deprived of loving,
like nightingale without a voice,
Why the fate so mercilessly has poisoned
the seed of love, that grew in us.
Life goes away, it runs so quickly,
like dewy drop, which, falls in lake.
It quite true, you live only twice –
when you are born and when you love.
The phone rang early in the morning waking me from a sound sleep,
The hospital called to say that Gramma had gone into a coma deep,
I’ll get dressed and come to the hospital right away to sit by her side
The nurse said don’t bother, she won’t know you, and alone she died.
...and the door opened, from deep within, something stirred inside.
Excruciating pain happened, it seemed to come out of nowhere,
What is this, I am only fifteen, it gave me the biggest scare,
You have stones the surgeon said, it is a gallbladder attack,
Had major surgery at a young age and I never looked back.
...and the door opened, from deep within, my life began to get on track.
After two heart attacks that left you with only 20 percent cardiac function,
In a wheelchair from rheumatoid arthritis, your life was now at a junction,
Caring for you at home was no longer an option, we could not manage,
Dying in the nursing home, a private room was their offered advantage.
...and the door opened, from deep within, I had to right this disadvantage.
Your mind slipping, caring for yourself was something you no longer knew,
With complete guilt, the admission to a nursing home was all I could do,
Eyes vacant starring off in space, you didn’t know me or any other guest,
Maybe it was self-preservation that protected you from this place, it was best.
...and the door opened, from deep within, I tried to continue on my quest.
After this, I took early retirement but feeling I still have more to give,
Quietly I listen to your last story as you work hard to continue to live.
Sitting with you while your wife goes out, I tenderly hold your hand,
For no one should every feel alone or abandoned, in this our caring land.
....and the door opened, from deep within, being a nurse is all I understand.
Written September 30, 2011
For Paula Swanson's contest
Opened doors
Won 5th place
There’s no fighting the thick black wet, misty fog unwilling to be unfold
Winding path full of fearsome obstacles blocking and taking a stranglehold
Silhouettes of skeletal tree branches and roots reaching out to impose and take hold
Ever so slowly lifting my numb bare feet
With every footstep sinking into the wet sticky pitch black tar
A spell that needs to dispel this illusion
Am I making the right choice
In reaching for the door?
I feel a sense of freedom
If I open the door
Heart pounding against my chest
Soaking wet with sweat
Uncontrollable shaking
Legs buckling
Placing my fingers around the doorknob
Slowly turning
The door flies open
Blinding illuminating light
Brilliant rainbow colors
Clear blue sky
Smell of the ocean breeze
Drawing a deep breath with a sigh of relief
Bad dream
© 6/19/2015
Before reading this , please note it was for a contest , Not about my Son "
The theme " A son that set fire to the home , confronting at police station "
I do believe we have our Arsonist , but why ?
amazing behind this mirror we hear truth & Lies
" This time my heart broken, I can not accept your lies
Now you have become felon before our very eyes
Was I not a mother to you , surely I told you I love you
This time I can not bail you out your story must be true
did you want me to catch on fire
Please tell me now ..was this your desire ?
I am sorry for all I have done
I am sorry for what you have become
All I wanted was for you to smile surrounded by love
Now I walk away from you in tears and ash in my throat
Yes you have killed me no doubt
I can only pray for your Salvation
But Why ..Why I ask you with burnt eyes
you have set a fire that weakens my soul
Please God tell me this is not true my Son.
Forgive him, he knows not what he has done. "
~ Profiling 101 contest ~
In my soul a window opened
and I weave my smiles in crape.
But a wish, so cruelly broken
fades away in the shadows of the past.
I’m so in love, but deprived of loving,
like nightingale without a voice,
Why the fate so mercilessly has poisoned
the seed of love, that grew in us.
Life goes away, it runs so quickly,
like dewy drop, which, falls in lake.
It quite true, you live only twice –
when you are born and when you love.