The Rhetoric Often
Seems To Direct You
To A Different Dream
Than A TRUE Future
Does.
Because,
Because IT Does.
Did YOU Hear
Anything?
-Gray Squirrel
09-13-2025
I don't wanna be
a wannabe no more
waiting for opportunity
to come a'knocking
on my open door
and the day she does
tho' the lights are on
there's no one home
as I'll probably be
out to lunch
knowing me
so I wanna see
'Been there, done that!'
on my resumé because
I'm oh-so tired
of being a never-was
20 Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with that person, and they with me.
Revelation 3:20
Jesus is knocking
He seeks your fellowship
will you let Him in
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
I am here!
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Are you there?
I am the Shepherd of heaven's flock,
The door of your heart, please unlock.
I am here!
At the door of your heart, I knock.
Hear my voice, I am here, so near,
The door of your heart, please unlock,
And let our two hearts as one lock.
Where are you?
Turn the knob, snob me not,
Sup with me and I'll sup with you,
The table of your heart, the spot,
Come, dine with the living brot.
And there you are.
O what a cold old heart thou art!
The dainty delicacies of sin you store and share,
Is the devil's death knell for a fleshy heart.
There's death in the pot you serve, depart.
I have come, come let's dine,
Eat my flesh, drink my blood, eat and live.
My flesh is meat. My blood is fine wine,
Ignite the hearth in your heart, keep the fire alive.
Eat and drink the living word, eat and live.
I am here!
In your heart to forever stay,
The deadly dainty delicacies of sin eat no more.
The hot pot of the word, eat night and day,
Our hearts together locked as one in heaven's way.
By Oshorakpor Wilson.
Adapted from Revelation 3:20.
spaceman come knocking on my door
said he gonna tell the night
said he gonna tell the star
I said one day soon
he’ll be far
his eyes were bright
but mine were too
and he
most distant man I’d ever see
boots were wide
padded suit
to see him through the galaxy
yet I’ll be here
spaceman there
opposite points in history
with every life in between
spaceman come knocking space’s door
said he gonna be blood of earth
said he gonna go explore
and off
bleed
carry our torch
He knocked upon my door one day
I answered by letting him in
I couldn't imagine what he would say
But something did begin
Something, too good to be true,
one would say, something out of the blue
Something edging on the brink
something, that was you
Inside the knocking became so loud
Vibrations turning upside down
A miracle? I dare not ask
I was willing to take upon the task.
For many nights the knocking came
Long the hours, we were the same
till morning rise, it called my name
and i reached out to share in this game
This feeling, new and undiscovered
made one enchanted by the other.
In the heart the knocking grew,
Pounding out it's rhythms' new
Enchantment, ah the word is sweet
is also masked by being incomplete
Voices carry through the night
the closer the knocking
the stronger the might
then the words came from the knock...
And it threw me.
Knocking on doors, people to meet,
house after house, street after street,
keeping going, day after day,
whatever polls or trolls might say,
there's not much time for resting feet.
Car park selfies, the meet and greet,
sharing stickers and printed sheets,
no time to waste, there’s no delay,
knocking on doors.
Sunshine, showers, rinse then repeat,
change is never an easy feat,
when the future is all in play,
but we’ll turn corners, come what may,
walking, talking, to win this seat,
knocking on doors.
You're aware of death
But don't take it serious
Till your final breath
Winter knocked
but no one answered.
Since Summer went on holiday
and Spring is still in bed.
Autumn hears but is sunk so deeply,
so comfortably
into the pumpkin colored easy chair
that it cannot be bothered
to get up and relinquish
the leaves off the trees
or the puffs of dandelion seeds
or the ghost of a warm breeze
which haunts the days.
So, Winter knocks in vain.
I want to go to heaven,to knock on heavens door,to visit all my loved ones,that don’t live here anymore..We all should have a party,one big reunion in the sky,I want to hug them tightly,before I have to say goodbye..I wish there were appointments,I’d go visit everyday,then god could see how much I love them,and not take them all away
I hear him knocking.
No matter. I will not let him in.
The tree exploding with sound -
better that it’s not my siding.
The cluckity…clucking,
I don’t mind, as long as
the woodpecker stays off the periphery.
His sound inviting, but he’s not invited in.
His sharp beak, hacking away.
His bright, red head endlessly bobbing.
This is no bobbing for apples.
Chisel…chisel…chop…chop.
I can take the noise as long as he doesn’t exploit his choice.
For he confers with the squirrels
to burrow into my Winter walls.
They’ve been fixed.
Don’t be up to your nasty tricks,
your antics or you’ll be in a fix.
Thank you, for now….wait! What!?
Suddenly and expectantly,
with sudden urgency, like the drilling for oil, the cruel
headbanger searching for gold…fool’s gold.
The shining objects, with owl shapes, can only deter to a point.
Smart critter listens for the creak of the front door. He’ll fly away,
then circle back and drill some more. I love the fall,
but not the fowl feathers…
Words that you come came knocking at
Door, whole house hummed with her fragrance.
The eve, your memories still wet,
Then whole town hummed with her fragrance.
All night I mused upon the date,
All night heart hummed with her fragrance.
Old memories made mind fuss, fret,
All my gaze hummed with her fragrance.
Moment or two where so she sat,
The whole town hummed with her fragrance.
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Ghazal |07.05.2023| Reminiscing
Poet’s note: This ghazal is not set on traditional lines. There is rhyme (kaafia in Urdu) and there also is refrain (radeef). Here, the rhyme comes in the first line of each couplet (called a sher) and the refrain comes in the second (‘hummed with her fragrance’ in this ghazal).
When the fog comes knocking
knocking at your door, it doesn’t ring
lightly, it hammers and hammers some more
You know the legend, is it a tale…
You don’t even dare to stare out the window
You shudder and shake and beg
in your mind for monsters to leave
to leave you alone. No footsteps are
heard, walking away but the knock-knock
knocking has stopped. Still there’s a problem
the fog seems to be rolling in, seeping
seeping into your room where your not sleeping
not slumbering or sleeping but dreaming
hoping that the coldness that’s entering
lingering around toes, climbing apropos
is a figment of your imagination
wet footprints appear
in your ear
a scream
it’s yours
…next year
you’ll join your fellow seamates
as they go tricking and treating door to door
carrying your very own psychotic sickle
it will be your one year anniversary
…will you celebrate
10/23/2022
1 day I went
a
Knock , Knocking
On Heavens Door
Then everything went silent
The lights went out
And surreptitiously
A
Please
Do Not Disturb
Sign was hung on the door
And devil's luck
I had simultaneously just missed
the last bus and final train home
And not noticed I had a hole in
my trousers pocket and all my
change had fallen out
So I didn't even have any pocket
change in order to phone anyone to
come and pick me up
Or for that matter where the hell
I actually was anyway
Endlessly expectantly awaiting
a knock upon one's front door
That quite patently you know deep
inside your heart and soul is destined
never ever to come
No matter how hard or many times
you wish upon it will
Is a lifetime in part best spent
Stuck waiting all alone inside starring
out a window and dusty curtains
At strangers and life passing bye
And if you listen hard enough the
faintest of knocking noises heard
Before the door is closed behind them
shut
Once those who are warmly welcomed
are safely ushered in
Offered up a cup of tea or whatsoever
beverage they desire
And so begin to recite converse
declaration , exclamation
In order to propagate and facilitate the
purpose of a conjugal visit
Whilst he or she across the road makes
use of the nearby dusty curtains
To wipe and dry the tears away from
their eyes
More in just than in hope and endless
expectation
A knock upon one's front door finally arrives
And they don't look their best
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