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Here's my offering for #PoemsAbout #LockedDoors from brokenspinearts.bsky.social
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Finally a breather to be here with #PoemsAbout #lockeddoors. can't wait to read everyone's work. @thebrokenspine.co.uk. @brokenspinearts.bsky.social @alanparry83.bsky.social @karenpgonzalez.bsky.social cial #poetrycommunity #poetry #poems #blueskypoets #blueskypoetry
Nice take on #LockedDoors! And I love the ending line! Brouth me a smile! Well done! ❤️
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#PoemsAbout #LockedDoors
Yes, this week is #LockedDoors.
I'm sure another prompt will arrive before the 14th.
We are losing the best of us —
Idiots like me remain.
But it is idiots who can build new bridges, poems and doors.
Hold on to those keys, blessed family.
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Trap Door
Locked into life
A prisoner of strife
Made to feel guilty
About wanting to be free
Shamed into survival
With few pleasure revivals
Fearing what others say
After I go away—
Still a being subdued
By audience reviews.
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Locked Thing The door forgets it’s theoretical. The cat, a lonely hourglass. I’m always going to be a disappointment.
Locked Thing is inspired by #poem + #prompt 044 hosted by @neonpajamas.bsky.social @bartonsmock.bsky.social and also this week's #PoemsAbout #LockedDoors.
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Dirty Rotting Zombies -by Dale Tudge @daletudgehumor I'd been bit by a zombie. Biting it back didn't help. I screamed and I swore— and I swear that zombie yelped. I ran to the clinic, wasn't feeling too hot. The doctors were hiding behind a gate—iron-wrought. "Don't worry—I'm not a biter!" I called through the gate. But the docs wouldn't budge— my bloody teeth gave me away. Then the zombie I'd bitten, still clutching its arm, shouted to the doctors, "I mean you no harm!" "You undead bastard!" I cried, "You infected me first! You're turning human, while I rot from your curse!" -Dale Tudge
There's a swarm approaching! Fathers, lock up your doors, then nail them boards tight.
No... from the inside.
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In the echos
Of a violent aftermath
In a wreckage
Of doors forced open
Lies a man
Who still doesn't know
Where he belongs.
Nor how much to give.
Doors beyond doors
hide floors beyond floors
How many keys
Must I make?
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“Mommy's got to go to work,” I try to reason with the 3-foot-tall T-rex holding all the cards and standing Between me and my home office door. His pout legendary and convincing His puppy dog eyes, second to none His curls too cute to ever see scissors again He stands strong, stance demanding More playtime, just one more book Just one more moment together before Unlocking the inbox for war on companies Too sick on avarice to aid children. My little dinosaur suddenly grins Toddler canines pointy, smile sparkling As he comes up with a solution Fool proof method to keep mommy from work
… He licks the doorknob. Obviously this will work Obviously mommy cant work now Obviously when you lick a locked door… You can't unlock it, right? At least not until it dries. Still determined, I reach for the doorknob His pout deepening, until I pause to reflect There's still time. There's still time enough For one more book, One more cuddle, One more T-Rex kiss, until I have to unlock the door And go on to fight for boys Just like him, once more.
So backstory right. When I was letting the #fafo #poetry server know that this week's #poemsabout was #lockeddoors, it tried to autocorrect to "licked doors." Well, that led to being dared to subject you to a #poem that both was and wasn't the #prompt. Enjoy the giggles.
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Preliminary Notes on the Behavior of Doors -by Dale Tudge @daletudgehumor When one door closes, another opens— though the corridor, with academic indifference, continues unperturbed. It may, out of habit or irony, lead one neatly back to the point of departure, now tastefully rebranded as elsewhere. The “inside” and “outside,” of course, remain locked in their perennial argument over which is which. Each waits for the other to notice it’s the same room, only under different lighting. Locked doors—those guardians of propriety— exist less to exclude than to comfort the excluded. They bestow the illusion of safety, though one suspects they merely long to be knocked upon. And when, through fatigue or philosophical rot, the hinges finally yield, the hallway will reveal itself for what it has always been: an entrance devoted entirely to the art of leaving. -Dale Tudge
Locked doors are for dignity, not deceit.
A proper household keeps its mysteries folded,
like linen too fine for daily use.
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Orange box with black shading and black letters of a poem: Monsters Over and over / I test the lock / timidly / then exerting my furious force / to no avail / my battering ram splintering / matchsticks useless for even lock-picking / so I turn my back to the door / maybe I hope the monsters enclosed will batter or slip or seep through to me / maybe I think if I glance side-eyed I will glimpse the monster shapes bulging the wood, sending the metal groaning / until until until / I let the questions butterfly-wing to the floor I sweep them into the ocean / where the past sinks murk-deep and light-less / and I splash in waves above where sun and shadows shout and tag / and leave the door / in peace
Slipping a piece in late in the day for the #PoemsAbout prompt #LockedDoors (after a day being poorly), will return tomorrow to read the others. Thanks as every week to @thebrokenspine.co.uk @alanparrywriter.co.uk 💜🙏
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I’m six or more hours backlogged in the posts, yet must say…I graduated from a major university forty plus years ago, but I find myself studying more poetry and writing a semester’s worth of analysis each Friday with this lovely group of poets.
Photo of an old wooden door in an exterior stone wall. Text superimposed reads: His secret fear: 'If you open me, I shan't exist'. Locked Door. Math Jones.
Not brand new, but I hope acceptable still...
#LockedDoors, a #PoemsAbout prompt from @thebrokenspine.co.uk
i. Inside The echo turns each shout into an utterance in some impenetrable tongue — not just unknown, but of an unknown family. He cannot even make out questions, protests, or commands — and are those conversations, or just unconnected comments on the weather, prayers, news headlines, imprecations? ii. Outside The wing wall’s stuccoed with the words of prisoners; from windows opened to their narrow full extent the shouts spill out: the banter, insults, sometimes sympathy, in layers of linguistic guano built up on the concrete blocks. Locked doors make other contact hard; raised voices in the open air are suited best to boisterousness, not to intimacy.
iii. Within The copper beeches are in leaf, great mounds of dark pink set against the late-Spring sky. Across the valley, past the dead white remnant of a lightning strike, out where the woods begin, a raven’s cronk wings echoless across the sheep-flecked fields. Two hares lurk nervously beside the hedgerow at the edge of open ground; the clatter of a vintage tractor fails to shatter the essential calm. And yet he feels unease unfurling, fronds of fear that fernlike spread within him, spores provoking panic — but he tries to run too late. One step, maybe two, and everything dissolves, dispersed by sudden gusts of waking wind. And he is back here in this narrow bunk, the window barred and steel door locked, the stale air mocking his curtailed escape.
"Incarceration".
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I posted this earlier in the week but it works for one for the #LockedDoors of knowledge that some of us experience #Poems About @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk
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Am I up to the challenge??😳
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Cheers to all. A good day to read!😀👍
Richard Vallance's alliterative "Whiplashed Sonnet" is arguably belongs to #poemsabout #lockeddoors ... at least by implication!
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In my palace is a door that's barred. Buried deep within its stony walls This wooden blockade does dark secrets guard, And holds within a beast the world appalls. Forever must this vile room be locked, This hidden room whose contents must stay hushed; It is a room where memories go to rot, A room where putrid past dissolves to dust. At night I hear the ghosts of shame cry out, And let a chilling scream fly from their tomb; Yet sleep is peaceful whilst they cant escape Their words will nevermore my mind consume. My heart and soul are spared a vexing doom, As long as locked, and barred, remain that room.
I've been too busy to write much this week, but turns out I already had one for #poemsabout #Lockeddoors
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As always, I tend to not title my sonnets, so this is sonnet 15
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Whichever door might have slid
Open
Then
Is now closed.
There is no key
In Case of Fire, Break Glass We put up barriers. The plywood shook in my mind’s eye. A living creature ready to smash forward crushing the illusion of family cohesion. We put up barriers Lock in the sins Lock down the loss Lock away the violence. We put up barriers barricaded windows slept in the living room fortified in our fears. We put up barriers Lock in your heart Lock in familial loyalty Lock the windows on both sides We put up barriers He can’t leave without us losing him we lose the family He can’t run away. We put up barriers no one can run away locks on both sides baseball bat in the closet In case of fire, break glass.
Not sure what to say about this one for #poemsabout of #lockeddoors. It's an old one I edited from a would-be collection I have trouble going back to titled "Acts in Madness." Anyway, I have two more simmering for the #prompt, so stay tuned.
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