Free
The Summer sunset washes over me
Into a Lily-White brillance i am led
With incredible dancing shadows falling
I make -the Ivy's leaves- my bed;
I lay me down in this Sovereign Nation-
True Aristocrats-they are the night
I sleep myself through- the eboned hours
Slumbering 'til morn's shimmering light;
Oh, to be as free as a bird on the wing
Dressed in the mornings glorious Dawn-
Lifting myself ever gently into the Sapphire Blue
Just a glimpse of fluttering feathers-blink -and i am gone!
By: Theodora Onken
Emily Dickinson my inspiration for this write
October 29,2011
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Summer Fall
'As imperceptibly as Grief
The Summer lapsed away'
No matter how tightly i hung on
The Summer would not stay! ;
The Autumn came in heavily
Weighted by its dying leaves
Their burnished-russet just blew away
Taken by more than an Autumn breeze;
For it 'twas an icy-icy wind
That took my mother that day
'Twas but a thief in the November night
Blanketed in: Grief Stricken Clouds Of grey;
For my mother
Who shares a birthday with Emily Dickinson
Using: 'As imperceptibly as Grief the Summer lapsed away'
As my inspiration
This was an Emily Dickinson quote
Missing you still this day, mama
By: Theodora Onken
April 7,2012
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Moon Shadows
The lily white brillance
Of the silken full moon
Engages the shadows
In the alleys of hardened goons;
Stoic but fused with crimson infection
They-the guilty hands of crime
Are disfigured from the sinners stain
Their insolence breaks open their grime;
Lurking ever deviously...
In the first flush of night
The truth-it buzzes continuosly
Compliments of the moons lily white! ;
poem by Theodora Onken
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Indian Summer Wonder
What is this field of flowers?
With cover of blue sky & Autumn sun?
Roses still abloom aplenty
Even as frosty day has begun
Marveling at the forms and shapes of it all
I wander myself down the violet lane
Noting the perfection of this Indian Summer
The self-blazing flowers call out my name
The motion of the wind in the tree branches
Dress up this discrete journey i am on
Caterpillar moves slowly along one of its leaves
As the Warblers break forth in new song
Glorious-glorious Autumn simply dances
As delicious pumpkin and spice fill the air
Indian Summer romances this Earths landscape
While i kneel for a: Thanksgiving Prayer
Praying for all of this goodness to always be
Asking for many a glorious days noon
Basking in this hour of breath-taking splendour
While embracing a most brillant Harvest moon
By, Theodora Onken (Theo)
October 22,2011
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Between
...In between the Dawn of Morn,
........And the blanketing of Night,
...Is the day, full of visuals -
......Graced with God's, colour filled delights!
......We have the Graceful Rise and fall,
....Of many a Mountain Range,
......And the circling of the Globe,
........With the Oceans, And other Tidal Change!
...The Tall and Regal Evergreens -
.....DogWood to Mighty Oak -
.........Roses abd Daffodils, abloom,
........In refreshing, Spring Rains, they soak!
...We have, the Regal Cardinal -
......The Humble Sparrow and Blue Jay -
........The Monarch Butterfly and Honey Bee -
.........So much beauty, they fill the day!
...Or perhaps, the Azure Blue,
.....Of the heated Summer Sky -
........And let us not forget,
.........Our Butter-Yellow Sun, on high!
...Just a glimpse, of the hours in Between -
....The Dawn of Morn, and Blanket of Night -
......Embracing each, with tender loving care -
.........So pleasing, to our sight!
...And if these hours, were not enough -
.....The Blanket, it does shine -
........With a Billion Diamond Glimmers
............All Are Gods, Most Divine Signs! !
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A Summer Elegy
The flowers are now shattered
Their thorns bleed the rose
A Basket full of withered Daisies
Where the wild sunflower still grows;
'Tis a backfall of listless last days
Oh, the grey simply swallows you
Gone are the blistering days of Summer
As Autumns amber breaks in anew;
The shadows growing e'er longer
Gold and russet leaves fly away
Surounded by temporary graves for the Tulip
No where for the Meadow Lark to play;
The morn ' air carries its crispness
While the dew, too soon, becomes frost
Woeful cries stir from all of Nature
In mourning, for Summer Days, now lost;
November 2,2011
By: Theodora Onken
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~If~
If thoughts are
Realities
And our dreams always
Come true
Would it be so wrong of me
To spend Eternity with you?
From the Dawn of New Morn
'Til the blanket of ebon's deep
Night
May i lie down beside you
'Til the end of All Days Light?
For in the shadows and my
Darker bleak days
Where my steps were but oft' blind
You carefully lead me through
This maze we call life
Gently you caressed my tired heart
And most broken of broken minds
And so i ask you my sweet beloved
My most gallant of modern day knights
Together-allow us-to walk hand in hand
Into the Heavenly Everlasting Twighlight
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Beloved
An ancient river carries your name-
In silver caverns so deep-
A Princess sits crying her heart out-
In the depths of sorrow, she continues to weep.
Calling her name only echos return-
Bleeding hearts are broken into-
Shallow niche's under a rippling spring-
Under paisley skies of colbalt blue.
Come calling my sweetness-
Into the nation of butterfly and bee-
Come calling my beloved-
Come caling, come calling to me.
Aristocrats of ancient lore-
Come knocking-
Come knocking -
Come knocking upon your door...
Gifted in inspiration-
Pictures coloured in your head-
Sweet Princess Divine-
Come and love me instead.
Praise be to you my darling-
As your name in the river still flows-
Bordered now by fields of wild daisy-
Allow, my beloved, our sweet love to grow...
April 14,2009
Dedicated to: Emily Dickinson (Amherst, Mass)
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Advent
It was in the Dawn of new beginnings
In a field so full of you
Armoured bouquets of Love
Covered by Heavens baby blue;
There was this kind of magic
That took my breath clean away
And carried it to a field-wild
Where ony Lovers can play;
A bed was made of babies breath
Prepared for our 'afterglow' sleep
It was there in that field-full of you
That we sowed sweet memories to keep;
By: Theodora Onken
Dedicated to: D. Peretti, Kay Vandersanden,
And Sharon Barr
December 1,2011
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Misantrope
Swift footed- manical Zeus...
Cuts through ones flesh with his sword-
Ordaining the happenings of his legion
Leaving the God Apollo-less adored;
Common sense infuriates him...
So addled- deep in his Garden of green
Misantrope and failing Oracle...! ! !
Determind by the Acropolis to be very mean;
Calculating each and every movement...
Poison from the Adders livid tongue
Dancing with his Asp of terminations
Zeus's heroics-always unsung;
Evil and deceptive in his dealings...
Athens 'tis crawling with spies-
A can of worms for Venus and her lover-his gift...
Uranus 'tis falling from the sky;
Oh, let us not forget the sea of the Aegean...
Whose waters are: forever blue...
Elizabethan citys have never changed...
Insight and gut feelings ring true;
By, Theodora onken
December 14,2011
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Signs Of Fall
It was a ceremony of Sparrows
Their Psalms sung on bare branches
Of Fall
Breaking, 'tis the dawn, through my frosty window
Opening to their crisp
Musical Call
The orange and gold, fallen leaves
Blow their way towards God
And The Aristocrat
Of the Robin-Red-Breast
Leaves his remanents
Upon, The New Fall Sod
The Pumpkins, they are ever ripening...
The Gourds and maze, adorn
Waving it's goodbye in the breeze
The End of Summer
With open arms, welcomed in
Autumns New Morn
The once, moist, glistening of dew
Counted on, during late summer days
Has become crystal-like
To Frosty
With each day, That Autumn Makes her way
The Equinox has now, come and gone
...When hours of light and dark equate
Making it ever
SO Official
That Autumn 'Tis Never Late
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Together Forever
It was in the childhood of days-
The trails of our misty morn
Bedazzled by Springs blossoms
Where our: 'Together' was born;
Fortified by the adolescence of afternoons-
Caressed by many a butterfly kiss
Lost in your gentle arms of love
Overgown in the sweetest of bliss;
Growing into the adulthood of night-
Where the dusk touched our soft alibastor shore
Aglow in the windows of glorious true love
Together in the sunset of evermore;
Yes, a lifetime of you and i...
Oh, how we did grow
Many days such as these
That, we have come to truly know;
And oh, how my heart still beats-
Whenever, i gaze into your brown eyes
From our first Spring to our Winter
Our love-never to die;
So beloved, you are to me-
Cherished-beyond most precious gold
Surely, you are a gift from our Father
Together, my darling, we grow old! ;
---
Dedication: To My Husband
By, Theodora Onken
February 17,2012
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My Life
My life has grown ever so long
Over the evergreen to red clay and desert sands
From The Pacific and Puget Sound to Pecos River dry
Covering nearly half of God's great land;
Today, i move in smaller circles...
I am in fine company with the Blue Jay and Wren
Touched and kissed by the Butterfly and Bee...
And fragranced by a Pink Rose, now and then;
Smiling all the while in such brillant light
This Texas sun-simply glows...
But never shall i ever forget the gentle rains that fell
That helped Washingtons evergreen to grow;
And when that day has finally come
That i know life for me is all but done...
I will kiss the Dawn-and embrace the Sunset long
Caress the Night-walk into The Light-as the Creator and i become one!
February 10,2012
By, Theodora Onken
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~ Colours ~
Tonight, i look to you
Visible in your azure blue
Eyes that beguile
Touching the mist of desire
Taken by the winds of need
Absorbed in the heat of you
'Neath falling spirals of Amber Leaves
We dream in technicolour
16 February 2011
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~ Ms.Emily's Gift's~
The night n'er knew her face-
She would retire afore the sun set-
In the early twiglight hours-
Wrapped herself tightly in velvet coverlet-
Beauty sleep was her aim-
A resting of her most beautiful soul-
And a deep withdrawl from-
The Ebon's sometimes too cold-
She had not one mean thought-
Her character honest and true-
A vision with her beloved God-
'Twas all that she ever knew-
Daylight hours she embraced-
The Butterfly and Bee-
Caressed- she- the garden Lillies-
Natures keeping 'twas her ability-
She ne'r knew a person-
That she did not revere-
An honor bestowed upon each one-
Always in her heart held near-
Amherst-it was truly blessed-
Though at the time so unaware-
That they had such a gifted poet-
Living and loving the sod-right there!
In Honor of: Emily Dickinson
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Sunset and Dawn
The Sunset tells the end of everything,
the Dawn tells the beginning.
During the Sunset,
the sky turns orange,
like Love is when it's old and false.
During the Dawn,
the sky turns pink and blue,
like Love is when it's fresh and true.
At Sunset,
you get a glimpse of the moon and stars,
and you know it's going to be okay.
At Dawn,
you get a glimpse of the sun in a new form,
and you know it's not over yet.
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Florescence
A Summer nights dream-
Awakens me bright...
Remembering in colour--
Reverie of the night...
Wanting to resume-
Where i had paused...
Returning to slumber...
My only cause--
Dreamland continued...
A wonder supreme...
Alight in your arms...
Oh man of my dreams--
Embraces in brillance...
Ablaze you and i...
Consuming one another...
As night bids goodbye---
The Dawn arrives early...
But you do not go...
Alive in our bed...
Love continues to grow...
Abloom in the garden...
Sweet heavenly repose...
Captured in the bliss--
The night only knows...
The Essence
July,2010
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BirdSong Part Two
A gentle trill comes through the breeze
A warbler sings its song
'Tis the Deity's Golden Rhapsody
How could such beauty e'er be wrong?
Gentle feathers plume their pride
In the mornings most dewy glow
A choir of feathered Angels upon the wing
Drown out morose cries of days woe
Our birds are true Aristocrats
Their own melody-a reigning crown
Dressing up a kingdom of bucholic vales
Bringing forth smiles instead of frowns
'Tis a Birdsong World- i am told
'Tis a Birdsong Season- O' Spring
So sorry to eventually see them all go
With the Winter the cold wind brings
Birdsong -Warblers travel deeper south
Seeking they -the warmth O' the Sun
Bringing their Psalms of Godly songs
To deep south climbs- where Spring has just begun
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Post Script
This starless night breaks open -once again-
Through a cumbersome chilled breeze...
My windowsill 'tis laced with ice chips
And glazed-frozen branches are left upon the trees;
Our embers once aglow...so warm...
In yesterdays fire-are now- long gone-
'Twas like the Summer in mid Winter-wasn't it?
Alas, 'twas deaf and blind to all of your wrong;
By, Theodora Onken
December 31,2011
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Glorious Winter
Come, oh most glorious Winter
Be quick to lay your silence down
Blanket us with your white coverlet
And i will wear my Green Christmas gown...
We will revel in your snowflakes-
Delight in a skate upon your iced over pond
Build forts and ramparts with much glee
Form a White Winter Bond...;
Come, oh most glorious Winter
We welcome your haunting White Noise...
All your white lanes all aglitter
Trees branches weighted-with White Winter Poise;
All agleaming and crisp making...
Comes thru the Decembers quick air
Completely dressed up in your Winter White
Oh, most Glorious White Winter, so fair!
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Clock
The clock, it tells a story-
One look at its tired face-
And a glimpse of both of its hands-
Why those seconds, just simply race...
Tick tocking its continued sounds-
Reminding us that time simply flies-
No it does not sprout feathered wings-
Nor take to the azure-blue skies...
But it moves nonetheless-
And with each day that passes away-
We are another day older-
And out of our youth-filled May...
Out of our heated July...
Rapidly, the clock, it simply ticks away-
Out of the falling leaves of our October-
Into Decembers white-ice chilled days...
'Tempus fugit', all we old timers cry-
Where oh where did all of our minutes go?
Just look at the clocks tired old face-
And its worn hands and you will surely know...
Dedicated To: G.A.C., Phillip, Joe, Bub, Lugh,
Zeike, and Pete.
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