Short Doorknob Poems
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D-oorknob
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N-asty
E-pidemic's
C-ontagious
O-utbreak
R-abidly
T-hreatens
E-ye
Z-one
Topic: Birthday of Dine Cortez (April 09)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
I watch and wait at the foot of the door.
No other place is better than this floor.
When the doorknob jiggles.
My old hairy tail wiggles.
Happy that my daddy is home.
KNOCK – KNOCK
evil resounds
the devil’s doorknob
to Hades impounds
POUND - POUND
the hasp in its dock
whose key to perdition
— in hand to unlock
(Dreamsleep: September, 2025)
Trump Mettled With Mind
Trump with minute minds often mettled,
Of all his supporters who are unsettled;
Ignorance lob
Like doorknob;
Over cliff his bike should have pedalled.
Jim Horn
Invited, she waits with hands on doorknob,
hears her boyfriend talk inside, she eavesdrops.
She rues not being clever,
for her party is over,
for she knows he is a deceiving snob.
December 30, 2019
Contest : Listening In
Sponsor : Julia Ward
for A Quirky ‘OCD’ Poetry Contest-Sponsored by: Suzette Richards
if I had a brain I would be driven, insane
the way they keep turning me, again and again
for I am poor Mr doorknob
and feel like a blobby blob
but fare better than the faucet and tap, Mr Wayne
Trapped like a mouse!
Squished like a bug!
Stuck like glue. Eeeew!
Scared stiff like a deer caught in the head lights!
Shaking like a leaf.
Sick as a dog.
Dumb as a doorknob.
Blind as a bat.
Mad as hell!
One thing I'm not lately is,
sleeping like a baby!
Form:
BUMP
Under the bed
I am awake.
SMASH
Outside the door
I am standing.
THUMP
On the stairs
My hand on the doorknob.
SMACK
At the front door
I am in the hallway.
BANG
Outside in the rain
I am sopping wet.
SQUISH
They walk through the rain
I am drenched in blood.
I've put the foil on my bedroom doorknob
and fastened rubber bands across the latch.
I've mixed Coca Cola with toothpaste and vaseline
then poured the rest of the coke in the toilet.
I've drunk warm water and a shot of olive oil.
I'm tired; the bananas will have to wait til morning.
I hear a knock on my door,
sounds like tender thunder crashing
BOOM! BOOM!! BOOM!!!
I think that is love knocking at my door.
I went over,
unlocked the latch and opened the door
with the twist of the doorknob.
Love!? Love!? Hello? Hello?
I hear love knocking,
but I don't see you,
Where did you go???
Your old sleeveless cut-off
is still hanging on my doorknob
and when she came over
yesterday
we both saw it
-kind of awkward actually
-kind of funny actually
she stuttered,
trying to make things right between us
I didn't say much
poor,poor girl
Doesn't she remember how
bad you treated me?
how i walk in the sunshine
so incomplete
too surreal
how i pivot off my left foot
so right handed acting
so fictitional
how i place my hand on the doorknob
so obviously anxious
so internally enraged
how my clothes metaphorically rip off my body
so green with spots of grey aging
so overprotected and caged
Ear against a crack in the door,
“I’m leaving, I don’t love you anymore”
“Please don’t go, I’ll try my best”
I guess the flame has been repressed.
She scurried, hearing the doorknob turn,
Hoping he’s lying, her stomach churns.
One last look, their eyes lock in place
No goodbyes will be spoken,
No more happy face.
All I am waiting for are words.
From my ghosts.
I want to make them real.
Like a loony watching the world through a glass.
Smiling, imagining I am one of them.
Only fear keeps me from pushing the doorknob.
They say it is never too late.
Do not believe in that.
Your train to a promised land will not wait.
Another one may not come.
Long years back writing just was a job,
To my boss— a bugbear, my pet lob,
It then turned to hobby—
To numb noise my Dolby,
My life’s passion by now consigned FOB
Of an unpaid cabby,
A do-not-so hubby,
A horse in harness, show-off doorknob.
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FOB: Free on board as in shipments
Reflections |02.05.2023| humour
I feel like brushing up against old shoelaces.
I have a boat over on the next island.
And that island holds strung up slime.
I have enough depression for a land slide.
And that is more slippery than the doorknob to my own place.
I hovered.
Burned up old anxieties like lukewarm messages.
I have enough sand in my shoes for a lifetime.
Feels wormy.
Tattered with taped corners, the teen's sagging
shoebox holds heavy doorknob swagger.
Seen outside when four while playing princess,
to her the antique knobs were jewels.
Rays of purples, black and clear orbs, beams
of gold-brass and blues dart in sun's magic.
The teen daydreams of her someday love and
their shared, 'boxed' fate to make doorknob art.
Sometimes I clear the debris
Of yesterday’s pain and despair
And crawl to the keyhole
To peek at tomorrow
The sheen pleases my eye
I am about to turn the doorknob
And step outside but
Chains of memory shackle me
Octopus of past extends it tentacles
And pulls me back
Into the dark I am used to
Written on:04/11/2017
Advanced Topics:memory,octopus,keyhole
Silence filled the room
The clock goes tick-tock
tick-tock
No life is breathing
slowly, slowly
The horror fills the silence
glaring, glaring
It's too late now
shattering. shattering.
The silence that fills us all
walking, walking
High heels clicking
The click on the doorknob
Shaking, shaking
The foor opens, in comes
a person, a head
The eyes are staring
Silence, Silence.
holding on to a cold doorknob,
he freezes, speechless, confused,
as she turns back to her freedom,
and it seems, for the briefest instant,
she hesitates, she falters in her stride;
but as she vaguely brushes away
an imagined, stray strand of hair
from across her sad, defiant eyes,
she swallows slow, the sensation
is gone, and so are they to each other.
A dark night, no stars, no moon,
light rain
the rumble of distant thunder
a gunshot, close
the sound of feet, running
loud voices, screaming
a car door slamming shut
tires skidding
another gunshot
a pause,
footsteps on the porch
doorknob turning
a rattle of the door
deadbolt holding
police siren, closing fast
footsteps moving
and then it stopped
distant thunder, light rain
no stars, no moon
6/2/17
I was certainly a nervous mother
left on my own with a one year old child
my husband had gone on a business trip
noise startled me, one after another
imagination had gone quiet wild
squeaky back door let out a teeny rip
I was terrified as mother and wife
my back doorknob was moving with a whip
nothing about my hot feelings were mild
Muscatine police came to save my life
rapidly found four raccoons in their grip
Spiced between
your teeth
like a doorknob
and mother's knee.
Vacation hats
and photographs.
A legend lives on
inside your history,
uptown girl.
Lessons ruled out,
new words taught
better learn how
to walk that walk
and shuffle your cards.
I see your ace
and destroy
the cage
that sits inside
of your room.
All hope is lost.
Cope with me.
Bend a friend
and your ear
will hear
my every word.
Were you listening?
Sing me a melody before you turn the key to the doorknob
Sing me one last rhythm before you get your bags
Remind me why you once stayed
Why you once cherished me in every way
So sing me a melody before you fade away
The melody doesn’t have to be soft
It can be so bittersweet
Just play one note to not be forgotten
I promise then I will let you leave
Sing me a melody, rhythmic harmony
Then I promise it will be easier for both of us to part
the essence of soft shadows cast up on my bedroom door every night
i am watching as the silhouette of your body moves so slowly
but yet so swift to leave
every night
the dark contour of your shape reminds me of what i have let drift away
as your outline reaches for the doorknob
it seems as if your figure gives one final stare
and walks out the doorway
every night
your shadow evokes every thought of you
and how you elapsed
from my grasp
~5-6-18~