Short Door To Door Poems
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you know some go
door to door
jut to eat
no place to sleep on the street
up down and around
its a sad sad walk
its
GETTO BLUES WALK
mabe poor
going door to door
trying to get food
wasn't cool
they won't a better dance
help them prance
GIVE A POOR CHILD
A CHANCE
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Snowflakes falling to land
of the caroling,
whiten the coats of man,
as they're traveling,
from door to door singing how Christmastime began
save more go door to door
sale like never before
prance the floor
we have show
rooms and more
rain snow or hail
we
have a
CHRISTMAS BLOWOUT SALE
its sad some look bad
eys low no place to go
so many poor
begging door to door
you can see there' know smile
oh
THAT WE KNOW
LONELY CHILD IN THE GETTO
children in costumes
excitement in the cold air
trick or treat night smiles
laughter heard on the street
children hurry door to door
footsteps in fresh snow
The wind whispers in ears of trees
Sharing his stories with the sea
The winter sky, grey like smoke
Frosted flowers, on mud floor
Wind going around door to door
its stiil lots more
hungry from door to door
its a bad thing
seen to stay the same
its part of the getto game
call pain
its likr the rain
THE
GETTO DON'T CHANGE
some or so poor
they go door to door
no doudt
looking for hand out
its still gone on
hard and its wrong
i,ve been there i know
its
sa this withoout smile
CHRISTMAS GETTO CHILD
its in the air
its love and care
when its near
close to new years
just before
santa goes door to door
for the poor
he is stock stuffing do he must
its
FEW DAYES BEFORE CHRISTMAS
"Let's spread the word of the Lord!" they exclaimed
"Knocking on doors - surely none could be blamed!"
It's simply a matter of time
Up the walls we will climb
Our inevitable ire will thus be inflamed
this was a task
my pass
very few know
how from door to door
we had to go
beg for food it was the blues
cloth that was uese
we made it i sit
and think wink as the wind blow
what waas like
GROWING UP POOR
Walk Backwards
There once was a young Postman from Baltimore,
Frequently walked backwards, from door to door.
He knew that his actions were strange to be seen,
But he required to know, where he’d just been.
Cold and lonely
I walked the street
How I miss
My homely heat.
Walking endlessly
From door to door
For I cannot speak
Only offer a paw.
Please give me love
For I grow so thin
Open up your heart
And let me in.
scream scream its holloween
the have do or die
sweet pumpkin pie
this is no lie
its trick treat
kids go door to door
with can to help the poor
some walk the foo beat
for the
HOLLOWEEN TREAT
THE
HOLLOWEEN FEATS
squirrel dressed up like the count is mighty fine.
She runs door to door, loving it when she is next in line.
Candy comes in so many flavors, snickers is her fave.
She picks out all of the nuts, which make her happily rave
i know
some time it snow
and mabe cold
all they is soup bold
some or told
they
mabe getting uesed cloths
its family
with no bucks
do what they must
begging door to door
very poor its a decuess
THE
BLACK GETTO
CHRISTMAS
its was hard day
in my mind plays
we had nuthin at all
we did play ball
as i recall
our love for each others
sister and brothers
was worth more
at for food when door to door
you know life was so so
that what it was
GROWING UP POOR
For this Halloween children might ask
what to wear. Parents, this is no task,
for to go door to door,
they won't need any more
any costume. They've all got a mask!
Oct. 9, 2020 for Tania Kitchin's Halloween Inspired Limerick Poetry Contest
The air is crisp with infinite dreams
I inhale till I can expand no more.
I suspend the exhale
Till my lungs were painful and sore
Then step out into the fresh air
And blow the remaining dreams door to door
May they also breathe deeply
I came poor begging door to door it was rough and tough my music was soul that was gold as grew up like pop now it's hip hop. Still in my mind it was time soup lines looking for better day for the wind to blow cards was stack it's all facts GROWING UP GETTO BLACK
I came poor begging door to door it was rough and tough my music was soul that was gold as grew up like pop now it's hip hop. Still in my mind it was time soup lines looking for better day for the wind to blow cards was stack it's all facts GROWING UP GETTO BLACK
The Dial-a-Ride crew are here for you,
ready with a smile we go the extra mile,
take you door to door - who could ask for more ?
We take your wheelchair for no extra fare,
£3 each way is all you pay,
so you can afford to come on board,
call us now to find out how.
bleak
Christmas
is nearing,
bells are ringing,
young carolers singing from door to door
yule joyful hymns in moonlit crisp air night
a nascent dawn
with anxious
laughter
sounds
there
a tree
full of hope
grandchildren thrilled.
without you, a soul that feels so hollow.
11/9/2023
trio’s song -
hips sway, three bells ding-dong.
their red and gold sparkle in the night.
wonders from the North Pole, with elvish toes take flight.
no other trio holds a candle - such delight.
on stage, or door-to-door imperils.
gifts holiday barrels.
sweet Carols!