THE DOORMAN
He announced himself
as doorman pulling
veils of vortices
archetypes tumbled out
there was Einstein and
St Theresa even Blake
and Stalin
Floating like elementals
with elevated subtlety
he blessed them all as
enticing experiences
Excited he widened
a door to expose
emissaries stamping
time and space
Monroe curled
statuesque legs
around his waist
wobbly, said she
only resonated with
his doormanship
Then throated her
red lipped lust
with vapour dust
He closed the
door
©GhairoDanielsPoetry
&Song2024
Categories:
doorman, 12th grade, destiny, extended
Form: Free verse
I pass a doorman daily
When I’m finishing my walk.
He calls out, “How you doing, ma’am?”
But we don’t really talk.
Of course, I say good morning
And perhaps a word or two
Is exchanged about the weather;
More than that, we don’t pursue.
In December, he went missing,
A replacement at the door.
Was he sick or maybe fired?
Those sweet greetings were no more.
Then a week or two ago, voila!
He waited with a smile
And the friendliest hello I’ve heard
In much too long a while.
Where’ve you been? I had to ask him
With no explanation owed me
But he grabbed his phone and pictures
Of his newborn daughter showed me.
I was touched and wished him all the best
And he was all a’glow
As we shared a special moment
Though our names we do not know.
Categories:
doorman, city, people,
Form: Rhyme
Wear a tie, tip your hat,
shine your shoe, don a spat.
That's the proper way to do;
adopt a cultured world view.
Arbitrium Divisa 4
9/20/19
Gregory R Barden aka "The Bard"
From: Honor The Gracious Doorman
Categories:
doorman, character, class, culture, dedication,
Form: Couplet
Those gleaming brass buttons
match the shine on his shoes
the theatrical articulation of his
"Morning, ma'am. What's new?"
He opens the double doors wide
bows with an arm-sweeping glide
while the tight smile etched on his face
begs you take him (in confidence) aside...
What secrets lie buried deep in his heart
secrets that from his lips never will part
Categories:
doorman, black african american, career,
Form: Imagism
Elegant traditions slowly fade.
A life of service, a worthy trade.
Helping others is its own reward;
inherent virtue can't be ignored.
Wear a tie, tip your hat,
shine your shoe, don a spat.
That's the proper way to do;
adopt a cultured world view.
Bow to kings, royals 'n mates;
respect heads of state, delegates.
Greet keen chums only by first name
but global icons with refrain.
Represent with pride your workplace;
they'll recall a friendly face.
Of course, you're free to have some fun,
remember to square your cummerbund!
Categories:
doorman, culture, friend, fun, life,
Form: Couplet
The Doorman.
When I´m in a shop and see people approach its door I rush forward
and open it, this is not to be polite but I was a doorman at a posh
hotel fr 25 years. I also opened taxi doors for guests and had an umbrella
ready if it rained to shield from too much reality.
A posh hotel is an artificial place everyone is polite to a guest and
the staff mingling with the posh tend to ,when not working, take on an air
of superiority which doesn´t go down well with the kitchen staff.
My wife tells me to stop opening doors for all and sundry, but what
can I do? If you train a dog to give paw, you can´t un-train it.
25 years as a doorman, the rich gave me a few shilling, now I get
glances from women who think I´m patronizing them
Categories:
doorman, humor,
Form: Blank verse
Golden epaulets smile
A hint of vermouth
Through an opened door
Categories:
doorman, on work and working,
Form: Free verse
The Demise of a Doorman
Eric Ericson, ex wrestler, was staying at my boardinghouse.
He had a job as a doorman (bouncer) at a local nightspot,
but was fired for drinking on the job and could no longer
pay for his room. I told him, with heavy heart, that he had
to leave next day at noon. I went up to his room at eleven
asked if I could drive him somewhere? Say, the bus station.
Eric sat on a chair looking out of the window, it was a nice
spring day and the mild breeze made the curtains flap like
sails did on boats in the bay. He civilly thanked me, said he
wasn’t going far. At precisely twelve a cold shudder went
through the sleepy house and I froze not wanting to know
what the wobble could mean. Half past twelve I went up to
his room, Eric, the quiet man, hung from the end of a rope.
The curtains billowed it had been such a beautiful day.
Categories:
doorman, loss, day,
Form: Blank verse
Ring Ring...Ring Ring
what do you want who's there?
Me... I need to talk to God
like you really care
come on mister I waited along time
then take a number down there
I did, mine ripped and look at that line
you broke a rule how dare!
well I just...if he could bless
seeing him now is rare
this whole thing is such a mess
hold on while I stare
oops... did I break a law?
you'll have to wait and see
Great!... is that another flaw?
ask a preacher not me
Ya... and use what book?
finding the right teacher's key
but if I'm wrong I just may cook
the Plan of God must be
which plan?... hurry up look!
there's just this rod with me
then here's that ticket that I took
good luck trying to flee
Categories:
doorman, angst, religion,
Form: Rhyme