When one door closes
another door opens.
When one chapter ends,
another chapter begins.
Everything that we experience
in life,
is for a reason.
There is a higher purpose,
a deeper meaning.
Therefore,
learn from your experiences,
because they could be
stepping stones to change .
So don't worry when life,
or love,
take a turn you didn't expect.
Remember,
there is a lesson to be learned
When one door closes,
another door opens.
When one chapter ends,
another chapter begins.
Everything in life and love,
happens for a reason.
Learn from your experiences,
because they could be
stepping stones to change.
I knew, and you knew, that if I listened to "Unchained Melody,"
I would have given up yesterday. Without the praises and disappointments, those long, deep sighs experienced during moments of passion, our love felt superficial in comparison. Everything changed when I saw his face in my dreams. Suddenly, the sweet melodies of Gheorghe Zamfir's "Unchained Melody" called me back, and I became the Greek goddess you never heard of. I am free.
My last sigh and our final embrace have turned to dust bunnies, leaving only one reminder: your brown jar of honey, untouched, sticky, and outdated, much like your attempts to seduce me. Those negligees you once loved faded in color, just like yesterday's tears. Everything we once shared in this world now feels so unreal.
I am free, free to love with each breath and each melody, despite the intimidation. We were everything, and I welcomed those nights. However, I am now the brave heart of my soul. My fear has subsided, and my smiles are long overdue. A new secret reveals itself. Close all doors.
As one looks back on the closing
Of another year and what we’ve learned,
One prepares not just for a new year
But for a new presidential term.
Recalling those familiar faces no
Longer do we see,
Yet they live on and on in our memories.
Memories we will carry in our heart and soul
Memories we will call on in our later years
To tell our children and grandchildren when
We too get old.
And so as we draw closer to those last
Few days of 2024,
Let us pause, smile and reflect on those
Events you remember as 2025 closes
The door on 2024
Old age brings
delusion
Youth the vengeful
liar
Caught between
confusion reigns
As time restokes
the fire
Tweedledee
and Tweedledum
The Brothers Grimm
delight
What doesn’t rob
by light of day
Will steal from you
at night
Wisdom rots on
twisted vines
That choke
the palace walls
Where jesters climb
in ill attempts
To heed the
emperor’s call
Senility
humility
Where folly
once was young
The years have come
the tears have stayed
—tomorrow on the run
(The New Room: August, 2023)
1947 Ford and Chevys passing striding horses
identical street cars at the corner
shops with piling in people
purses swinging in the rain
street clocks announcing four thirty
minions off work walking toward home
bicyclist meeting motorcyclist
Peel and St Catherine are alive
I watch from my window
two tandem horses
wearing blinders
having no idea what is happening
plain colored umbrellas at attention
drizzling rain out there
mostly adults yet one teen
Montreal is closing down for the day
Happy endings,
the folly of youth
The aged
alone to portend
Distance a comfort,
expiration afar
Reality
mostly pretend
Death as a concept,
corpse underground
As different as night
is to day
Two ends of the spectrum,
inextricably linked
By time
—ever holding its sway
(Rosemont College: October, 2020)
within this barn one has seen the hours long spent
days on end without excuse but always with much content
before the rising of the sun to end of the horizon
cattle here, cattle there and aloft is a American bison.
resting breaks are when you can, no such times
moos of the cows one by one, smother the dusty chimes
daily chores are scheduled and delayed by strolling cows
but never a scowl or lowering of the eyebrows
no able time to visit the park and feed the birds
short trip to the table for chow and dish out a few words
life was there under those lofted bales of hay
no luck for time out to picnic on any day
but seasons change and life becomes a darn
the fields will wilt when a farmer leaves the barn.
The chapter closes
But the story endures
It's rather bittersweet
Chasing something
That never had potential
But always dreaming
Of something more
But perhaps a step back
To widen the view
To take in the whole canvas
A painting is beautiful
But a canvas is nothing
Without a painter
To fill it with vibrancy
And bursting with emotion
But too much emotion
Leads to a cacophony of colors
So slowly ease up
Wash away a little here and there
And the painting makes sense
It might just be beautiful
But just because your canvas
Isn't beautiful to one person
Doesn't mean someone else
Won't find it simply breathtaking
Don't waste time chasing
Someone who dislikes your canvas
Because that person is out there
Who will add paint to your canvas
And make it more radiant than the sun
So, yes, the chapter closes
But the story is far from over
In his little boy’s dreams
Tall sandcastles guarded by dragons
He’s the bravest of knights
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I think i love him
She uttered the words down the phone to me
Every particle in the world crumbled before my eyes
My chest felt like the world was stood upon it
Hope closed its eyes
I was lost in that moment of sheer pain
and the only person who could ease my pain had caused it
The life i had was over and death was my closest friend
I always said i would die for you
But never realised id rather be dead than without you
The fault hopelessly looking for the blame
Stretching for a medicine to pervert its cause
But as usual never up to the task
Losing my last love and living with the pain
of a soul without solace.
As the door closes
Earthly aromas much like roses
Sour spirits burning sage
As the lone bird escapes the cage
Victims of many pains
Prisoner of many chains
Spreading wings
Winds take flight
With the end
Of the horizon in sight
Firm, full olive breast a virgin, at twenty three?
Perfect as beauty yet, her true candy
Awaiteth just below...
Purity, smooth as dreams
She beckons..
Shaven, with traces love's,, cream....
Her lips, whom glisten; parting skies; tinted
Blonde tresses curls, tossed to the side such, her joy.
WHEN A DOOR CLOSES
WHEN A DOOR CLOSES
ITS A NEW DOOR OPENING
WITH A NEW BEGINNINGS
AND ALSO WITH BEAUTIFUL TRIMMINGS
THAT WILL BRING ABOUT JOY; HAPPINESS
TO ALL WHO HAD FALL AND WHO HAD FELT SMALL.
BUT AN OPEN DOOR MEANS TO GET ON THE BALL AND NOT STALL.
FOR ALL CLOSE DOORS DOESN'T MEAN THAT'S THE END
FOR THE NEW DOOR THAT OPENS IS AN OPENING HAND TO GIVE YOU AH HAND; ALSO TO HELP YOU TO FIEND FOR YOURSELF.
(A Serpentine poem)
Try to relax take whole day easy at least try
So many things in mind, so many not going right and that's so
Love just comes and goes and that sadly is the way with some people and love
Nothing we can do to change peoples minds, sometimes nothing
Knowing in my heart I've done the right thing is fine, just knowing
Anyone is free to come and go, to give their love or not to anyone
Accepting in our heart is time to go is hard and from others this accepting
Cant stop sometimes so many things, we can try but in the end just can't
Some things that happen in life can be a blessing at least just some
Thankful to God for when a door closes another He shall open and for that I'm
thankful.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
May,5,3014
Before the door closes
And the night goes to its exile and
Weeper's sleep goes to its right-hand and
Defeated language goes to its hole.
Before the Sun moves its eyelid,
before sadness passes,
before birds and sea, pass
and - horizon innocent guest's -
vanishes with its sins to its ultimate destiny.
Give me a secret of water, fire,
mountain which sleeps in the birds,
river secret, trees,obelisk,
aging dawn and the homeland secret
which on the ash sleeps.
Before the door was closes
Slow down slightly, then pronounce
Word by word my covered face
with love ,fear and language
which lives thousand and
thousands of years on my lips.
Before the door was closes
Carry me on your palms, and muse!
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