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Knock-Not

by Kate Demeree


Opportunity knocked
Thrice on a barred door
Blood red knuckles
Knock no more

Color me purple
Bronze and blue
Paint me rose
And amber too

Give me red suede
Leather and brass
Stiletto nails
Pour me a glass

Strike the band
Play the music loud
Polish the floor
Gather a crowd

Come on tweedle
Dance with me
Celebrate how foolish
A knocker can be

10/21/2003

Posted on 10/21/2003
Copyright © 2021 Kate Demeree

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Maureen Glaude on 10/21/03 at 11:01 PM

I'm so glad to be back to the red suede boots, (I made this comment already but it didn't work) ladies????and gents? how about those? well done, Kate.

Posted by Richard D Frederick on 10/22/03 at 02:06 AM

ah, the red suede, we missed you.

Posted by Adrian Calhoun on 10/22/03 at 08:59 PM

This is a well written piece. Has good rhythm. Nice to see the legendary Red Suede Boots back in action. Very creative Kate.

Posted by Ashok Sharda on 10/23/03 at 02:57 AM

Sounds a bit pessimistic but the approach remains the same-positive. The lost oppurtunities will not subdue the knocker. The knocker seems capable of laughing out the knocked out self.

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