Gates and door ways: real and metaphorical

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Gates are there to entice us into thinking there is something wonderful on the other side! Usually, there is.... these are gorgeous Elle!
 
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Heavy timber,Heavy steel,
Before the gate her lover did kneel.

Beyond, he knew she did wait,
With passions rampant behind the gate.

He knocked,she heard and descended to,
Her Beau he waited,passions grew.

She opened,squealed and giggled with glee to see him there on bended knee.
They hugged,they kissed, they shared a fate,
It all started against that gate....
 
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I am trying to think of a Bunyon quote, and couldn't think of one at all nor find one I liked for here.

Now on hearing that I imagine coyly playing with my hair and looking big eyed at my lover and saying..."do you see yonder wicket gate...'' And heaven having a whole different meaning, :D:)

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Gotta give religion some recognition for taking gate/door building to BIBLICAL proportions........(yeah i know...terrible pun)..
 
:). Lots of art and beauty is owed to many religions, and other good things. :)

I never decide how I feel about the Milan duomo doors. They are certainly impressive, and somewhat forbidding. It is a building g with super..gargoyles, though.

They are worthy of detailed viewing, if not to appreciate the story telling depictions then to simply appreciate the immense detail and artistry..very intricate.

I do enjoy a good Gargoyle.;)
 
I can't find any pictures of the gates I have owned over the years right now. I did the opposite of the bed as gate and used a beautiful antique iron gate as a headboard in our last home. I sold it shortly after moving into this home.

Gates Of Eden

WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN
Of war and peace the truth just twists
Its curfew gull just glides
Upon four-legged forest clouds
The cowboy angel rides
With his candle lit into the sun
Though its glow is waxed in black
All except when ’neath the trees of Eden

The lamppost stands with folded arms
Its iron claws attached
To curbs ’neath holes where babies wail
Though it shadows metal badge
All and all can only fall
With a crashing but meaningless blow
No sound ever comes from the Gates of Eden

The savage soldier sticks his head in sand
And then complains
Unto the shoeless hunter who’s gone deaf
But still remains
Upon the beach where hound dogs bay
At ships with tattooed sails
Heading for the Gates of Eden

With a time-rusted compass blade
Aladdin and his lamp
Sits with Utopian hermit monks
Sidesaddle on the Golden Calf
And on their promises of paradise
You will not hear a laugh
All except inside the Gates of Eden

Relationships of ownership
They whisper in the wings
To those condemned to act accordingly
And wait for succeeding kings
And I try to harmonize with songs
The lonesome sparrow sings
There are no kings inside the Gates of Eden

The motorcycle black madonna
Two-wheeled gypsy queen
And her silver-studded phantom cause
The gray flannel dwarf to scream
As he weeps to wicked birds of prey
Who pick up on his bread crumb sins
And there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden

The kingdoms of Experience
In the precious wind they rot
While paupers change possessions
Each one wishing for what the other has got
And the princess and the prince
Discuss what’s real and what is not
It doesn’t matter inside the Gates of Eden

The foreign sun, it squints upon
A bed that is never mine
As friends and other strangers
From their fates try to resign
Leaving men wholly, totally free
To do anything they wish to do but die
And there are no trials inside the Gates of Eden

At dawn my lover comes to me
And tells me of her dreams
With no attempts to shovel the glimpse
Into the ditch of what each one means
At times I think there are no words
But these to tell what’s true
And there are no truths outside the Gates of Eden
 
I had a friend that partially buried a metal headboard in her yard. Then she made a flower "bed" with it.
 
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