Cruelty
A lways filled with indirect inuendo...
B ubbling forth from your poison pen...
U tilizing everyone that you've 'fooled'...
L oving your Lions Den;
L iving for pain to inflict...
Y our idea of a 'Powerful' time...
I nflicting your very worst...
N ever claiming it to be your crime;
T otally cruel in an insande 'Rage'...
O verwhelmed by your very 'mean'...
W illie Wonkers of nightmares...
N ever ever what you seem;
An Acrostic
True
For: Underneath The Umbrella
1974-2010
Shared with many here...
All of it
There are no secrets
poem by Theodora Onken
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A Ubiquitous Love Game
Quite contrary to the love you that wrote to me...
You have toyed with my psyche--
Running me down, indirectly...
'With untruths and inaccuracies'
Leaving me unable to defend myself...
In your well of superimposed lies...
All: 'rumor and inuendo'...
From long ago-ancient days--
Days when adolescents overpowered we adults...
Disappointed and promising revenge on me...
Yet you dare write to me of love---!
You play and toy with my feelings...
Your cruelty and insincerity--
Are glaring at me...
They have been uncovered--
Out of your hiding place...
Overwhelmed by the powerful--
Light of our God!
You are exposed for what you are...
I seek no revenge...
No libel yet...
'Only absolute TRUTH'
Your slanderous hints have killed -
Any hopes for you...
In your ubiqitous love game.
Underneath The Umbrella
1974-2010
poem by Theodora Onken
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Love me Do (An Acrostic)
L ove is what drives my heart
O verwhelmed with your warm embrace
N ever ending bliss filled thoughts
G iving unto you all my ways
I nvolved with thoughts of only you
N aturally fantisizing 'bout we two
G oing nearly insane for love this true
S weet secret desire-Love me Do
poem by Theodora Onken
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A Long Standing Circle Of Inheritance Theft
Back handed hints-oh how they now abound...
Just rollin' on in with the tornadic wind...
Tossed about-with most tremendous clout...! ! !
Back to where it had once been! ! ! ;
Boomerangs of 'injustice' over time continue...
As the dominos now fall where they may...!
Shimmer-glimmer-highlights all of your faces-
We are counting each player this day! ;
Something that none of you had counted on...!
So brazen-so corrupt-and oft' so cruel...
This is what happens to all bad guys and sinners...
Who live life ignoring: 'The Golden Rule';
Underneath The Umbrella
1974-2010...***
poem by Theodora Onken
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Mules
Grasping at hidden fingers...
In utter denial you rage---
Scattered moments of lost days...
Unkempt in miseries cage! ;
Hired flunkies of harrassments gloam--
Splash more pain in an open wound...
Hopeless with no happy ending...
Only shards of a most darkened gloom;
Taking some of her heart...!
A little every day...
Guarantees your greed master--
A most sinister: 'Have His Way';
Acquiring all of her wordly goods...
Yet she 'tis no fool to the cons...!
Ever leeching upon her frail growing body--
'Tis a group of mindless pawns! ;
Underneath The Umbrella
1974-2010
July
poem by Theodora Onken
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Solutions
The evening wrapped herself
Neatly around my inquisitive mind
Dimming somewhat
The well-used Sun-light of day
My all-inclusive search light
For the answers
To the questions
Enigma's that have weighed
Ever heavy upon my
Usually keen psyche
Answers are not forthcoming
As they toy with my sensibilities
Playing hide and seek
With my mind
Skipping around the gist of the matter
Going around in circles
Loosing me in a quagmire
Of who, why and where
The Moon is of no help
Hidden behind clouds
As i struggle
As the blind leading
The blind
So lucky that i
Can read the braille
Of the other Stars
Whose secrets
Are exposed when
Raised to my
Birdseye view
At last answers so true
Of the why, where and who
Underneath The Umbrella
1974-2010
poem by Theodora Onken
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Casualties
Vigilance once tempered in solitude--
Brazen honed in strife--
Casualties of demonic spawns---
Slice bitter with the knife;
Courting most bitter favor...
In twilights very last hurrah...
Glimpses of the dusks arrival-
With open wounds that are raw;
Salt is poured in liberally...
As the blood flows ever free...
Consequences of impending death...
Shall echo throughout all eternity!
Underneath The Umbrella
1974-2010
poem by Theodora Onken
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1974
The sun is shining hard at my feet
And the city is an animal ready to eat
It's raining like a nose bleed, cigarettes and sweets
And I feel it coming on
Bloody as the day I was born
It's 1974
Just like the day I was born
It's 1974
She isn't crazy
She's just not impressed
She stabs me with her eyes
Dirty knives hidden in her dress
And it's raining like bombs in my room when I'm alone
And I swear I think I knew you before
Just like the day I was born
It's 1974
Just like the day I was born
It's 1974
Just like the day I was born
It's 1974
Just like the day I was born
It's 1974
Do you want it, do you want it, do you want it, come on
Do you want it, do you want it, come on just bring it on
Nothing gonna stop it now
But nothing
Do you want it, come on
Do you want it, do you want it, come on just bring it on
It's 1974
It's 1974
It's 1974
It's 1974
song performed by by Ryan Adams
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My Direction-Just For You
Once upon a time you were WES Wynwood-yes you were-
Shoutin' out of Missouri way...!
But then like a chameleon lizard--
You up and changed your name in: 'Word Play'..-;
Now they say less is oft' more...!
And peoples words give away many things-
I am very sure that is true now-
'Cause its your words that new information brings! ;
So thank you-thank you information man! -
For helping along on this day of days...
More words from you- that are oh so true-
Have so helped us all today;
The sun is out and shining...! ! !
Brighter even than the day before...! ! !
'Cause you finally broke your silence-!
We now know what we're looking for! ;
May 24,2010
The Essence
Underneath The Umbrella
poem by Theodora Onken
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Umbrella Man
When the sun just refuses to shine on through
And its cats and doggies all over you
You need some protection so what do you do
See the umbrella man
Go and see the umbrella man
When its raining - umbrella man, umbrella man
You can see him when its sunny, when the rain comes down
You ought to find a corner where hes always found
A reflection in a puddle, just turn around
To see the umbrella man
Go and see the umbrella man
When its raining - umbrella man, umbrella man
There are some things in life on which you can depend
Dont try to guess when itll rain again
You dont have to worry cause youve got a friend
Come see the umbrella man
I will be your umbrella man
When its raining - umbrella man
Go and see the umbrella man
Dont forget the umbrella man
When its raining - umbrella man
I will be your umbrella man, umbrella man
song performed by by Utopia
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Deepest Cut
Deep downside of The River--
Near the cliffed ravine---
Lays a silver feather...
Left behind by the Graven Queen;
Her heart bloodied...
Sliced chambers-no longer whole...
Running free into the canyons of yesterday...
Taking all of her soul;
For it 'tis the deepest cut--
That slice of malicious mean...
That stormed the raging river of blood--
And took the life of the Graven Queen;
Once romanced and filled with lust...
She lived in desires hand...
Courted by her King of Disaster--
In a long dying land;
Fate would be their witness...
As Providence most always has its way...
The deepest cut has at last surrendered...
Itself- into the Earthen Clay;
The buriel of the two Disasters...
'Tis atop a virtual funeral pyre...
Lost forever in the bloodied canyon...
Burned in the flames of Lost Desire!
Underneath The Umbrella
1974-2010
poem by Theodora Onken
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Your Shallow Heart
There is so much that you do not know-
So much that has been left unsaid...
The temporary misery that you showed...
Was all contrived in your scheming head;
Spoken out of fear not of sorrow-
Your heart 'tis shallow in its contents...!
While you seem to be breathing sighs of relief...
Others feelings are growing much more intense;
Knowing all about you and another few...
Came as a shock and horrible surprise...
Having your name pointed out-
As a player of lies and disguise;
Tell you-it just broke my heart-
And its now nearly cracked into-
You are just another game player-
Another cook in the greed inspired stew;
And so it is with all Merry-Go-Rounds...!
With a Brass Ring or even none...
I have no need to be taught in Braille...! ! !
For your most corrupt ring 'tis done! ! ! ;
We have all the names needed...!
To pursue this further on along...! ! !
And it is your shallow heart...
That is so very very wrong! ;
You are quite the actor...! ! !
Playing your sad-sad song...!
When in the light of reality...
You continue with the others to practice 'WRONG'! ! ! ;
So it is: 'do unto others
As you would have them do unto you'
Never mind your greedy motives...! ! !
I would say that you are clearly through! ;
Nothing more to say-no nothing...!
Nothing more for you to do...
As we are all completely informed...! ! !
Trust that we know all about you! ! !
June 10,2010
Underneath The Umbrella
1974-2010
poem by Theodora Onken
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The Clinic
I was sitting upon your knee--
When i was all of twenty-three--
And i can still remember you speaking so softly...
On that Friday that seems like an eternity;
You told me that i was your lady--
Why you even called me your baby---
Out in the open-never shady...
Even though everyone knows your rather cagey;
You told of your feelings to your best friend Bob...
Who was just outside about to turn the knob...
But with no intention to wrongfully rob---
Or even act like a nosey slob;
He came inside to see you and me---
And i was still upon your steady knee----
Bob said that we looked 'happy as can be'----
He said that 'The truth shall set us free'! ;
For so long our love song had been outta tune---
And of course you blamed it on the waning moon----
But we rekindled by the end of June...
And married we would be real soon;
So here i am still upon your manly knee----
And i am aware that you are fine tuning me...
You're like a doctor without the fee...
A visit to your clinic was: 'an absolute necessity! ';
Underneath The Umbrella
1974-2010
poem by Theodora Onken
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I Dream Of Nightmares...
I dream of nightmares
under my skin
I dream of nightmares
over and over again
the nightmares I dream
all seem so real
the sound the smell
the touch the feel
I dream of nightmares
in day and night
somehow never filled with fright
I'm always relaxed and very calm
even standing in front of a bomb
the calmness never leaves my soul
because I dream of nightmares
and they never get old
poem by No Reason To Care
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Umbrella
The sheets were still warm
from her last fleeting kiss,
Redolent of the perfume she wore.
Surely the memories of nights such as this
are what our existence is for.
They had met on the train
which was not at all strange;
they had noticed each other before.
That he shared his umbrella
and later, his bed
was a gift of the evening's hard rain.
Her skin was sun kissed
and she had bee stung lips.
Her eyes, a mischievous green.
True, she had an umbrella,
but why tell the fellow
she happened to meet on the train.
Let him think he had conquered,
It was she who had stooped.
Perhaps she would see him again.
She had left him asleep,
slipping out like a thief from
a night filled with Love and Champagne.
She did not regret
letting herself get wet.
as it led him to act as her swain.
He'd been tender and sweet
and his taste was a treat
once they'd come in from the rain.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Dancing? ? ?
Your music 'tis filled with rubatos-
A slow dance gone very wrong-
Surrounded by my guardian angels-
With Gods forgiveness, i sing His Psalms.
His light shining brightly-
His leading of my way-
On the straight and narrow path-
Where Gods children play.
Rumors gone wild for three decades-
Laced with treacherous adjectives-
Believe none of what you hear-
And only a fourth of what you see.
Lost in your music as always-
I am afraid i just cannot follow-
Your tempo 'tis too dark and unforgiving-
A slow dance that is much too hollow.
Empty and yet full of inuendo-
Severe judgement so undeserved-
Your music 'tis filled with rubatos-
Leaving me empty, yet pitifully un-nerved.
Cast your stones unto the wind-
Be not of my joy filled days-
For the darkness living inside of you-
Has burned what feeling i had left for you-
(turned to ashes and blown away)
(Dust In The Wind Of My Life)
1974-2009
poem by Theodora Onken
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Poison! Poison!
Poison I breathe, poison I eat,
And poison poison I do drink,
Poison are my thoughts, poison are my acts,
Poison are my sleeps, poison are my dreams,
My blood is poison, poison is my flesh,
And poison poison are my bones.
Wherever I move
I envenom my fellow beings,
And enlarge my kingdom,
This is how my life goes on,
Living in the world: all poison poison.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Star Park
There are no secrets in star park
(well) rendezvous to a peacocks call
I said Id meet you after dark
For a night well trip, but never fall
(chorus:)
So bring your old umbrella
And some hair conditioner too, yeah
So bring your old umbrella
A swell time will be had by me and you
Yeah yeah yeah
In star park, maybe, after darkness
There are no secrets in the trees
They tell them out so constantly
I only sing and dance to please
A foreigner from no country
(chorus)
There are no secrets in star park
I said Id be by you after night
So take your [ginger? ], catch a spark
We wont get left if it runs not right
(chorus)
song performed by by Xtc
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Dissonance
The moon has cast its influence...
For all lunacy to abound--
A journey through your cranial matter...
Pounding out insanitys sound;
Your split persona has dominated---
Paranoia that is rife with spleen...
Ever so hard to digest your personal quest--
Difficult to grasp your outright mean! ;
Your 'delusions of personal reference'--
Seem to dominate your daily grind...
Revealing darkened edges of 'insanities poetic'--
The escort of the splitting mind;
Underneath The Umbrella
1974-2010
A poem about lack of keen eyesight
Mental illness and the inability to
Discern what is written about generally
And what is taken to be written about
Them...delusions of reference are
Often seen in strong paranoia...in
Schizophrenia and Bi-polar illness.
*Thought i had better clarify this
As there have been some whose
Paranoia or delusions took my writes
To be about them..
poem by Theodora Onken
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The Foe...
(i must write it now,
lest this be forgotten
when you read this
perhaps by chance
this will tell you
that it is you and
i cannot forget what
i think you did
and that it could have
been disastrous
but i am never affected
and despite all those
malicious intents
i stay whole and
moving towards my
own specific direction)
then this afternoon we meet
again
(you are older now
some white locks of hair
tell me that i must pity you
and hence must forgive
you have nothing to pay
me
you have no debt)
if you ask me
i could have told you
no man can put a good man down
and the evil that you inflict
upon another
always comes back to
you with
twice as much destruction
or even more
the worst has become
your true friend and
the one who orders
you to destroy me
has vanished
in vain
erased from the map
and no one
remembers
or hates to remember his name
it is tautologous with
inequity)
i am inside my white
car
and i open my power
window
and i see you
walking in the rain
like a helpless
wet all over
chick
what a pitiful sight
for one
who was once
very
powerful
(and too corrupt
and very very
cruel!
how many innocent
souls have you
thrown to your
hell?
how many have you
ordered
liquidated?)
i cannot say any word
but then i say something
pleasing to your
ears when i say'
'Get inside the car!
I'll drive you
home.
It is raining.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hurting inside me! !
Help me please
Underneath it hurts
Really badly
Taking my breath away
Instant pain
Never easing
Growing every minute
Instant pain
Never stops
Stop before you scar me deep
Inside I'm screaming
Dying helplessly
Every heartbeat causes pain
My very last breath
Easing the pain as I drift
! !
This is one of those acrostic poems!
poem by Becky Ginn
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