Doors

Doors in our life
The opportunities
Of yesterday
From labor hospital room
To crib at home
Our first security
From room to room
The classroom door so tall
With anxious faces waiting for the bell
First hotel room
Down the hall
Her bed most prominent of all
Beyond each door a dear one
Parent, siblings
Finally the lover
How secretive
How secure
Our room, the kiss to hug
Massage and rub
Do the things that lovers do
Greeting doors
Rejecting doors
Doors simply man’s tools
Tall doors for the brilliant and the fool

Older doors to interviews
Doors of sadness, gladness and good bye
Through door
Comes the view

I am sitting in my bedroom
Door wide open
Messiah and hopeful friends
Never an intruder
The free open door delight
Away from multitude of strife
Prophets Armageddon

Some have a lock
Some many locks
Some doors inviting
Some exciting
Some squeak
Some tilted

Imagine yourself
Which doors have you entered
Ah so many each day
Today, conscious

From space to space
In the privacy of our study
The bathroom, basement and attic
Doors that hold secrets

Many doors of lifetime
Box in the spacious room
Dazzling view beyond the door
Which novels did I enter
Doors show the disarray of its inhabitant
Pain and helpless nerves of abysmal poverty

The door automatic to the elevator
Door open in hotel
The heavy, unencumbered door into the building
Rushing to make the bus before the door closes
So many, many open doors
Taking me to the most titillating
Destination

Doors of many colors
Great hopes
Doors of fear, frustration
Doors I never want to enter again
Doors once opened
See those human angelic faces
Part of youth
Parents young, bidding
Full of love, endearing

Exciting doors into theaters
Concerts
Ballet
Most splendid choruses

Which doors will I open tomorrow
Will I perceive man’s war at first glance

Doors where reception celebration
Overwhelms me

Yes there were doors slammed in my face
Doors closed, finger caught
Shoulder banged, bleeding nose

Doors are solid, demanding
Swinging
It all depends if you enter or leave

Doors are merely extensions of
Our boxes that we live in
Fire doors each cubicle or hall
Doors of separation of sound
Of smell, of life

If you play with pet birds
Never leave doors open
I am your pet bird
For truly doors are not natural
Where in the mountain, valleys
Expansive open meadow field
Do you see doors?

Come, we servants, owners
Have the power to open many doors
By habit and training to close them
Doors to keep in or out, lock (double lock)
Two perspectives, two sides

Depending on which side you stand
The fight between private independence
Openness, without doors, sharing trusting
Give me the open space within
Freedom of movement without
Opening and closing doors
Without fear, concern
After all, isn’t my house your house
Innocent doors simply respond

Swinging in each direction
Barriers, protestors, incarcerators
It’s your choice to unlock, unhinge
And throw the key away
Outside the open space awaits you

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Life In Flux

My creative mind spits out
Oral or written word
Excites the world of ideas
Expands the horizon
Has no limits
Your mind too,
is activated now

Revolutionary
Dangerous
Convoluting
Scheming
Contriving
The creative mind.

In silence blossoms
Harnessed,
caged prisoner
Ready to telegraph to freedom
Ready for revolution.

Ready To Take Our Place

A mystic light-like meteor

Dashed over the countryside as if to score

All were in awe

For those who witnessed and saw

And nothing stayed the same

Pear and apple trees so rotten,

The cow went lame

The corn turned green

Famine and heat as the grass dried lean

Tree leaves too turned brown

People left, the village now a ghost town

For days the chickens laid no eggs

Only the caterpillars and the pest had a million legs

And farmer’s wife went into deep depression

As if she met the spooky ghost at dreamy session

Maybe the cosmic rays from a planetoid

Turned tables and created natures’ void

Or the riveting energy from a meteor

Brought this disaster to the core

Or perhaps a warning of another planet in outer space

Are responsible for the damage, ready to take our place.

- Shoe Soldiers -

I awake. In front of my bed are

Two worn black shoes like soldiers
Pointing in opposite directions
White shorts, black stockings in juxtaposition
One slipper here, another there
Await my entry into the unknown day
The ticking clock in rhythm
Says look at me, but I am too tired
Until it is light again, I will sleep
Shoe soldiers you must wait
Until I come for you

Blithe Spirit

Blithe spirit travels on the sunbeam

On ten thousand dust particles

Transports to a mysterious destination

Open mouth - inhales

Enraptured, captured by the spirit

"Why now - why me?"

He happily acknowledges

Today fate is my bride

I shall tarry, romp and ride

The joyous overtones of merriment

Accolades heaved, success granted

Feverish, he decides, almost concurs

Was it all perception, or reality?

Its stamp is tough and lasting

Computer space awarded, the victor

With open arms he/she is received

Believes until the battery dies down

Then the silent shadow vanishes

with the sinking sun.

A Quilt of All Occasions

A quilt of feelings

Emotions knit into the

Fabric of my being

Truth, beauty, love, honor

The colors are my cornerstone

Yet ocean waves whittle away

My morality

New aspects of truth

What is so truly right and wrong

The many shades now in-between

Vast layers of hidden beauty rediscovered

Passions of love stimulated by six senses

Brain’s new chemical compositions

Owner degraded , complimented by questioning

My values so different each day

A new compromise,

A tolerance of ignorance

Ambiguity that simple do not understand

Everything too fast

Rapid the change and new language with it

Inventions supercede each other

The mind lags far behind this lightning

Change

Mutations create new species, yet many die

A new language of science, computers

Genetics

I have not learned yet. And will been superceeded

So I cover myself with the

Old patterns, my beautiful quilt

My truth, my value of beauty

My emotional involvement of love

Trying to retain some sense of balance

Lest my honor be shattered

Bombarded by the day’s deeds and

Events

I recline, pull the quilt over my body

Cover and soon fall into a

Trance – a kaleidoscope of my

Life while it lasts, a quilt of all occasions .

(For more of Arthur's poetry, see poetrypearls.com, artspoems.com, or Google "Arthur Weil Poetry Books". )

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Each of us carries

An invisible weight of guilt

Of each step – intentional or not –

That with each hour of joy

Happiness as an ankle chain draws us down

It is the imperfection of our life

As we stoop and straighten with

Effort

Good deed

And creation

(For more of Arthur's poetry, see poetrypearls.com, artspoems.com, or Google "Arthur Weil Poetry Books". )