Garage door opener
Ice cream carton
Pencil, erasers, pencil sharpener
Magazines
Tv remote
Gummie pills
Magic markers
Towel
Black sock
Gray sandal
Sketch pad
Twinkie wrapper
Snickers bar
Kleenexes
Washrag
Comb
Tape measure
Scissors
Toenail clippers
Green hoodie
Small table inside my front door
Outside, by my front door,
I count twelve things. Can you count more?
When I go out to take the air,
a snail and butterfly greet me there,
and I always see someone -
a lizard out in the sun.
A spider plucks his silvery strings
which he also uses to catch flies and things.
Uhoh, the snail is going somewhere,
but a caterpillar beats him there.
In the soil, where up spring plants,
I see a regiment of ants.
They march along in formation,
members of the six-legged nation.
In the tree a robin sings.
Hey, what's that - a hummingbird with rotary wings!
Let's not forget to take stock
of all the things under the rock.
A rolly polly rolls up cuz he's shy.
A centipede with a hundred legs strolls by.
When you go outside, what can you count?
Can you find a higher amount?
I'm scared of too many things outside.
I'm going back into my house to hide.
The entrance into my personal domain
Amidst the neighborhood's gentle sway,
I find solace by my front door's embrace.
The world outside may rush and fray,
But here, tranquility finds its rightful place.
The sun casts its golden rays upon my face,
As I sit and ponder life's sweet reverie.
In this stillness, time begins to erase,
And worries, like whispers, softly flee.
Neighbors pass by with a friendly smile,
Their voices mingling in harmonious cheer.
The symphony of life, even for a while,
Fills my heart with joy, sincere and clear.
Oh, front door, my loyal companion true,
In your presence, I find peace anew.
She whispers in winds
as limbs dance.
I’m back she says-
I’ve come back
from the frozen ground.
In her left hand
a bag of seeds
and I steal a glance
out the window
as she stands on the porch.
She says she’s my dreams-
she says she’s a god
bringing to life
a lawn turned brown
and to a bare patch of ground.
She is
the kiss of sunlight
the soft voice
of a barmaid enthralled
who watched me sing.
I tell her
she’s all I need.
Spring, she is
timeless and free
as she holds a lily
meant for me.
February 28,2023
In Bloom Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Joseph May
Out my front door; I know the way,
but to what end, I cannot say.
Encumbered by my earthly things,
no seraphim, on stainless wings
I skyward launch into the cloud.
Once Icarus, a boy too proud,
brought low to once again embark
and hurtle headlong in the dark
towards unfamiliar continent,
there, rest assured and be content.
Though I knew not, it was ordained
just to what end His purpose gained
by adding to the manifest
a guy who never would have guessed
the vector of his present course
or scarce believed its gracious source.
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for A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
sponsored by Brian Strand
written on 04/05/2022
A light frosting of snow gently falls
The beauty amazes me from my front door
With each season nature calls
A splendid array of things that do lure
To which an Earth-watcher can never be cured
Monday, January 3, 2022
winter quintain , Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Francine Roberts
My wooden front door holds an empty cross.
I use shimmering scraps, and lower cost.
Many oval shapes sports colors of Xmas.
Simplicity holds beauty, taped for us.
I hold to belief, we are all artist.
Hands of change showers us on short notice.
I ponder ways of the Holy Spirit.
Each one of us suited with good habits.
Quiet ambience of my foyer rocks.
Profound Rock of ages, forget us not.
Inside my front door beams an empty cross.
One, and only One of might, paid the cost.
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5/1/21
Entry for: Janice Canerdy's 'Rhyming Couplet' contest
Untitled Haiku, He Brought
to front door he brought daffodils
gem blue eyes
past loves like dried leaves fell
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(C) sally Young Eslinger 1/2021
One of my soup friends wrote a poem about me
No names mentioned (Jennifer) but you know who you are
It’s called simply: OUR FRIEND
I am speechless and that doesn’t happen to often
I have a double glass door in my home
Now I can’t even go outside because my head is too big
Thanks a lot Jennifer now I can’t even go to the store
What a sweet and kind person this world needs more people like
JENNIFER
open beaks of Spring —
baby birds in choral chirp
hungry for a worm
5/7/2019
The birds are singing
Outside my door
Singing to the trees
That these birds sit upon
The wind carries their singing
Along the creek below
Their song travels to the fish
Who swim in the creek below
The fish carry these sounds
Out to the ocean floor
The music travels to the sails
Of the ships along this shore
The wind again will blow
To each beach on the edge
To the edge of the oceans door
So every soul will hear
These songs my birds are singing
Outside my front door
If you do not hear these birds singing
Open your front door
Word Lyric For Music #3
“Finding Repast at the Front Door”
Melissa and her sister are on the floor,
Dancing in circles without shoes, as before,
Dancing like tomorra’ might not shine,
Sipping white whales and bottles of red wine,
They were seeking a brace of yes men, heretofore,
Now they’re finding repast at the front door.
Older dudes with cigarettes dangling,
Said no with wives in tow;
Melissa and her sister stopped angling,
And found the limbo stick set down low,
They begged Tired Ed not to lower it anymore,
Now they’re finding repast at the front door.
Late night promises made with a glass of rum,
Melissa’s sister dancing to a delirious drum;
She’s beckoning the boys to get down low,
And with wives in tow, as before,
The old dudes and Tired Ed got down on the floor,
But Melissa and her sister, heretofore,
Were finding repast at the front door.
he said Come,
stay with me.
be my girlfriend,
we shall dance and sing,,,
will give you flower ring
will fly high with soar wings
will sit upon rocks,
Seeing birds in flocks,
walk by shallow rivers,
ooh watch valleys hills and fields,
woods, groves and mountain yields,
nightingale singing melodies,
peacock dancing wings open,
squirrels giggling kissing,
deer hunting lover down.
will make flower bed,
million fragrant roses,
a gown made of Fuchsia,
pink blue slippers for cold,
a necklace of diamond gold,
he said Come
stay with me,
be my girlfriend.
Visit a place where you’ve not been before
And the first thing you face is the sturdy front door.
Of fiberglass, oak, tempered glass, even steel,
The entryway should have a certain appeal.
My country home door, though, was streaky with rust.
The paint was all puckered, the cracks filled with dust.
The glass in the windows no longer got clean;
My husband was tired of changing the screen.
So I finally gave in and we got a new door,
A portal to spiff up the entry décor.
It isn’t embellished, just simple and plain
But it’s neat, a condition I hope to maintain.
When visitors come, they may notice or not
For most likely, the old one was one they forgot
But I’ll welcome them all with the door opened wide
And embrace every one that I usher inside.
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