It T'was...
It t'was in the Evergreen moment...
Of the days of Roses and Wine
Long into the Golden-Gated past
To a time-when you were, all mine;
It t'was a moment of magic-everlasting
Of me, the Elusive Rose and Thee
Cocooned in our own labyrinth of sweet passion
Sharing a love, as deep, as the endless sea;
It t'was in the time of Virgin blossoming...
Heralded in by you my Divine Knight
You were a mighty force to be reckoned with
Plucking my petals, in seeming delight;
O' the memories called out to me
O'er the years and miles of my lifetime
Long into the Golden of Golden Remembrances
Recalling joyfully-to a time- when you were still mine;
By: Theodora Onken
December 5,2011
poem by Theodora Onken
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February 14-Your Birthday
The whisper of your name crossed the night
In a gentle breeze a reminder became mine-
O'er this star spangled galaxy of midnight
Long past decades O' time;
A spiritual union of love we were
So long in your arms O' gentle caress
Magical-mystical first love divine-
The Northern Lights claims you as best;
Golden in extent and all reason
From era's of love over spent
Comes this gentle whisper O' your name once again
Filled with desires O' longings intent;
You were my first love 'tis true
And beloved, you never really knew
Today, i am just a simple dreamer
With overwhelming memories O' you;
So far away-nestled in the Evergreen
Steeped in a Greek refined domain-
'Tis upon your roads of paved love O' forever
I am blessed in sweet loves-eternal flame;
Dedicated To My First Love: D. J. P.
Olympia, Washington
His birthday is February 14!
A Graduate Of Cleveland HighSchool
Seattle, Washington
Now living in the state capital of Washington
By, Theodora Onken
December 22,2011
poem by Theodora Onken
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Dont Let The Moment Pass
Lead vocal: marti webb
This golden day will be mine
For every moment in time
If time should lose her way
A symphony in the night
Of stars that dance in the light
And music far away
They say that love is but a dance
Dont let the music fade away
Dont let the moment pass
Without reason or rhyme
The sweet bouquet of the wine
Will vanish in the air
The innocence of the rose
She leaves where she goes
For all the world to share
Some days when clouds are drifting by
I open my eyes and watch them go
And wonder where they fly
Some nights orion runs too fast
I look to the stars as if to say
Dont let the moment pass
But soon a golden age is past
Just when it seemed that miracles
Where not too much to ask
And though the world may turn too fast
If it should seem like paradise
Dont let the moment pass
song performed by by Alan Parsons Project
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Book Of Days
'Tis written in my book 'O days
In this season 'O living and sweet blooming love
Your gentle hands shall guide me on my journey
Into our promised land- so high above;
A golden leading on the path to our heaven
I am at home in a spectrum of blue
Divine and blessed beyond any question
Consecrated in a love-so true;
'Tis written in my book of days
Remembrance O' the tender warmth O' your kiss
Engraved in a promise of evermore-my darling
Aglow in true loves everlasting bliss;
By, Theodora Onken
December 31,2011
poem by Theodora Onken
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September Song
Oh its a long long time from may to december
And the days grow short when you reach september
When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
And you aint got time for waiting game
When days dwindle down to a precious few
September november, and these few golden days Id share with you
Those golden days I share with you
When the days dwindle down to a precious few
September november, and all those golden days Id share with you
Those golden days Id share with you
Those golden days Id share with you
Those golden days Id share with you
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Maybe i could...
Summer sun conjures up memories of youth
And an equation of two like minds
Fractions of loving moments spent
Warm embraces defined;
Maybe i could consider you...
If the Spring of youth could return
If my years allowed new blossomings
If our long ago Summers could again burn;
But we have gone long past those days
Where deluges of passionate hours ruled
We've sailed through the burnished of Autumns
And our Winter 'tis no fool;
But the sun still conjures up memories
Even though the air, too soon, turns to ice
Remembrance 'tis forever Golden
It warms on these chilly Winter nights;
By: Theodora Onken
June 20,2012
poem by Theodora Onken
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Roses In Madrid
Roses, Senors, roses!
Love is subtly hid
In the fragrant roses,
Blown in gay Madrid.
Roses, Senors, roses!
Look, look, look, and see
Love hanging in the roses,
Like a golden bee!
Ha! ha! shake the roses--
Hold a palm below;
Shake him from the roses,
Catch the vagrant so!
High I toss the roses
From my brown palm up;
Like the wine that bubbles
From a golden cup.
Catch the roses, Senors,
Light on finger tips;
He who buys red roses,
Dreams of crimson lips!
Tinkle! my fresh roses,
With the rare dews wet;
Clink! my crisp, red roses,
Like a castanet!
Roses, Senors, roses,
Come, Hidalgo, buy!
Proudly wait my roses
For thy rose's eye
Be thy rose as stately
As a pacing deer;
Worthy are my roses
To burn behind her ear.
Ha I ha! I can see thee,
Where the fountains foam,
Twining my red roses
In her golden comb!
Roses, Donnas, roses,
None so fresh as mine,
Pluck'd at rose of morning
By our Lady's shrine.
Those that first I gather'd
Laid I at her feet,
That is why my roses
Still are fresh and sweet.
Roses, Donnas, roses!
Roses waxen fair!
Acolytes my roses,
Censing ladies' pray'r!
Roses, roses, roses!
Hear the tawny bull
Thund'ring in the circus--
Buy your arms full.
Roses by the dozen!
Roses by the score!
Pelt the victor with them--
Bull or Toreador!
poem by Isabella Valancy Crawford
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Lend me your Lips
Dear Love,
Lend me your Lips
For just one moment,
One day,
Once in your Lifetime
And I'll make them mine
Forever...
And you may go
Anywhere thereafter...
Any place in this world
You'll remember...
How your lips were mine
For that one moment
And how Forever...
That one moment
Became ours and ours alone.
You'll cherish that mark of mine
Those nibbles and those suckles,
Those bites of Love -
Those teasings of my tongue
Probing you in...
And you, slowly and slowly
Losing your firmness
That stiffness of your tight lips
Letting me in...
And me gaining entry -
Into those, closed lips of yours
Opening them up, like the
Blooming petals of a rose
And then, the nectar of love
Flowing from my lips
Washing you all over
Above and below,
Inside and out -
The upper and lower
Contours of your Lips.
Dear Love,
Lend me your Lips
For one last time
Let this be the First
And the last time
Ever...
I'll kiss you, smooch you
Feel you deep inside -
With my lingering lips
On the creases and folds
Of your moistened mouth.
Wetting you all over...
With the dripping wine
The bitter-sweet saline
Of my very seductive
Thirsty Lips...
Lend me your Lips, My Love
And let me imprint it
With the seal of a Lover
On her Beloved's Lips
And let this Kiss
Be once and Forever
For you to carry
In all your travels...
In your vivid memories
Of this soft and arousing
Tender love-making
Of my Lips
Entwined around yours.
Like the Dance of Serpents
Coiling in Love...
Fanging each other
With the sweet taste of poison.
Merging their mouths
Into unexplored trails of
Giddy Intoxication...
To make them endure -
And last them a lifetime
Of painful separation.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Love In December
We had a million of days
I know that our time has run out
Youre my everlasting groove
Forget the past for the time to come
In all our thoughts and we will meet again
Never leave me out here in the cold
I sing for my never-ending dream
Love in december
I will always remember
Our summer with passion, a fatal attraction
Colours are fading like the leaves in november
Whats left of the magic ?
We had a million of days
I know that our time has run out.
Youre my everlasting groove
Forget the past for the time to come
In all our thoughts and we will meet again
Never leave me out here in the cold
I sing for my never-ending dream
Love in december
I will always remember
Our summer with passion, a fatal attraction
Colours are fading like the leaves in november
Whats left of the magic we felt in the springtime ?
Cause theres a place in the world I know
Where Id rather would be
In the fairy-tales of love
Where everthing has a happy end
I would my friend in fantasia-land
We could be together all the time
My dear in the fairytales of love
Love in december...
For a moment a touch could feel
Like a vision of an angel
Has our love and desire disappeared forever ?
-mmm
Always longing to have you near
Feel the power and the passion
Feel me slipping from your hands
Please break my fall
Love in december...
Love in december...
Love in december...
song performed by by Ace Of Base
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Rider
Look at the shades of purple, brown and blue..
Oh, these colours how they do lift?
Me-riding along-just singing my song?
Sometimes, i was treated as if, i was my fathers gift!
Now 'twas said: 'some gifts are given'
And: 'some are saved for a rainy day'
But that was said decades and decades ago
Lots and lots of time has since passed away;
Now, i never understood covetous enemies
These people and their Barristers who all but beg
Secretly after what is not theirs and never will be
After all of these years, still after someones nest egg!
**Rider-An addition or amendment to a document
Dedicated to: Fear, Climb, My Rainy Day Girl and My Love.
And The Golden State.
By, Theodora Onken
December 31,2011
PS. 'FIVE' boys will be boys won't they? ? ? ? ?
poem by Theodora Onken
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September Song
When I was a young man courting the girls
I played me the waiting game
If a maid refused me with a tossing curls, oh,
I let the old earth, take a couple of whirls
While I plied her with tears in prays of pearls
And as time came around she came my way
As time came around she came
For its a long, long while, from May to December
And the days grow short, when you reach September
And I have the lost my tears, and the walking in the little rain
Hey honey, I haven't gotta time for gaining Waiting Game
And the days turn to crawl(?grow old?) as they grow few
September, November
And these few colden(?golden?) days I'd like to spend 'em with you
These golden days, I'd like to spend 'em with you
And the days dwindle down to a precious few
September, November
And I'm not quite a quip for the waiting game
I have a little money, and I have a little pain
And these few golden days, as the days grow so few
These golden days, I'd like to spend 'em with you
These precious golden days, I'd like to spend 'em with you
September song, September song
September song, September song
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Golden Roses
Golden Roses just for you,
anyone can give red roses,
theres plenty around,
for you white roses,
won't do.
Golden Roses just for you,
none other will do,
for someone special
so rare and true.
Golden Roses just for you,
dipped in pure gold,
just as your heart
has dipped your love into mine,
and shall not depart.
wrote 1-2-07
The Virgin Man
My Love,
Today when you told me
That “something”
Happened to you
As I sat close to you
Whenever you were there
With me
And I with You.
Trust Me –
I don’t even remember
On how many such occasions
That “something” happened to you
When and where…
What day, and what place.
Yet I do remember
That very lovely smile
On your handsome face
Those twinkling eyes of yours
And the way you used to
Scribble your head
With those seductive
Fingers of yours…
Setting your hair straight
Combing your fingers through
And my Love,
Today when you confessed
About those “very difficult” times
When you felt it so hard
To stop yourself
From falling all over me…
I felt wonderful!
Being desired by you
For I’ve always desired you
Psychologically, emotionally
And physically -
Like a woman would desire
The man of her life
To whom she wants to be a
Life-long wife.
Once and for all,
If we could turn the clock back
And those moments of desire
Would come to us again
I wish you were not so
Hesitant
And neither was I
So very coy.
I wish you could come
Falling for me…
Seeking me
With love and passion.
And I would have had
Demurely, Blushingly
Yet so very truly
Given in to you
With my true emotions
That are still
Very much there...
For you, and you and you
After all these years
Of living in separation.
Call it the Game of Time
Or Destiny
May be a lot to do
With God’s Decree.
That when I felt for you
And You felt for me
I kept quite and
So did you.
If that one last time
Whenever it was -
Out of all the times
You had desired me
When I sat next to you
Talking all and sundry.
That one very moment
You could have let it out
And I could have had
The Guts
To say it all out -
How very much
I truly loved you
Deeply desired you
And even do
Till this very day.
That one moment in time
Ripe in passion and in love
Would have changed
Our destinies forever…
And I would have asked you
To marry me, to make me yours
I would have faced the world for you
If only you would have been mine.
Yes – That moment in time
Lost to posterity
Still has its fleeting glimpses
In us
In the memories we share
For we know
However much we care
For each other.
Now – You are no longer
That Virgin Man
And I am no more that
Virgin Woman
To offer our
Virgin love and passion
To each other.
You and me
Busy with our families
Being married elsewhere
Now seek comfort
And respite
In the memories of days gone by…
And some consolation
That there is a relationship
We hope to cherish
Till death makes us part
That is our long-distance
Time-tied, life-long
Friendship.
And what more can we do
As we always do…
Than me write a poem
And you read it through
Of a once Virgin Man
Who had feelings for
A once Virgin Woman.
Yet so blissfully unaware
That he was the Man
The Love of her Life
Whom she would have loved
To beget sons and daughters
As his very beloved wife.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Time Tells Time' 2 of 2 of the original
Your mirror is telling you that you’re a beautiful…
Listen to it, not like me, who tried not to hear
It reflects a face as fresh as a recently cut rose
Do not look for wrinkles
Admire the shining stars
Do ponder past moons, then
Anticipate all moons ahead
My dear, distance before is not far back…
So near you can smell sweet- cut summer grass,
Laugh at your children ringing around roses,
and help fill their pockets with poses
Fall trees in back yard stand barren
Just you stand tall to bear all
Just keep in mind the golden rule
Your golden years will happen
Dear daughter, waste not time on bygones
Just make right that you think went wrong
(Dedicated to my daughter Heather L. Knight:
A juxtaposition of the original: Times Tells Time)
Almedia S Knight (ASK)
September 22,2009
poem by Almedia Knight Oliver
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Golden years (Lyrics)
Don't let me hear you say life's taking you nowhere, angel
Come get up my baby
Look at that sky, life's begun
Nights are warm and the days are young
Come get up my baby
There's my baby, lost that's all
Once I'm begging you save her little soul
Golden years, golden years whop whop
Come get up my baby
Last night they loved you, opening doors and pulling some strings, angel
Come get up my baby
In walked luck and you looked in time
Never look back, walk tall, act fine
Come get up my baby
I'll stick with you baby for a thousand years
Nothing's gonna touch you in these golden years, gold
Golden years, golden years whop whop
Come get up my baby
Some of these days, and it won't be long
Gonna drive back down where you once belonged
In the back of a dream car twenty foot long
Don't cry my sweet, don't break my heart
Doing all right, but you gotta get smart
Wish upon, wish upon, day upon day, I believe oh lord
I believe all the way
Come get up my baby
Run for the shadows, run for the shadows, run for the shadows in these golden years
There's my baby, lost that's all
Once I'm begging you save her little soul
Golden years, golden years whop whop
Come get up my baby
Don't let me hear you say life's taking you nowhere, angel
Come get up my baby
Run for the shadows, run for the shadows
Run for the shadows in these golden years
I'll stick with you baby for a thousand years
Nothing's gonna touch you in these golden years.
poem by Satan's Sibling
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Kissing time
'T is when the lark goes soaring
And the bee is at the bud,
When lightly dancing zephyrs
Sing over field and flood;
When all sweet things in nature
Seem joyfully achime -
'T is then I wake my darling,
For it is kissing time!
Go, pretty lark, a-soaring,
And suck your sweets, 0 bee;
Sing, 0 ye winds of summer,
Your songs to mine and me;
For with your song and rapture
Cometh the moment when
It's half-past kissing time
And time to kiss again!
So - so the days go fleeting
Like golden fancies free,
And every day that cometh
Is full of sweets for me;
And sweetest are those moments
My darling comes to climb
Into my lap to mind me
That it is kissing time.
Sometimes, maybe, he wanders
A heedless, aimless way -
Sometimes, maybe, he loiters
In pretty, prattling play;
But presently bethinks him
And hastens to me then,
For it's half-past kissing time
And time to kiss again!
poem by Eugene Field
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A Single Stemmed Rose
The soft petals of a rose
Its hue’s of colours it grows
Each one unique
In its splendor of galore
But favorite by far
A single long stemmed rose
Red, blue, white or gold
You give her a rose
She sighs with delight
Her heart beats fast
At a beautiful sight
To savoir the moment
In between the pages of time
She incases its beauty
With love divine
Years goes pass
She looks back
At the past
At the beauty of giving
From her lover sublime
Years again pass once more
She feels life ebb
Into astral form
But still she holds
Clasped in her hands
The single red rose
Her lover’s gift of old
Slowly she crumbles
And falls to the floor
The long stemmed rose
Clasped close to her heart
The petals they fall
And drift in the wind
And float to the heavens
A memory no more
poem by Kaila George
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Old Friends Of Mine
The songs they were singing from the golden days of our spring. When laughter rang out from those old friend of mine.
Where have they gone in the passing of time, and where are they now those old friends of mine.
The years have clouded the memories of them. The grey hairs are showing, how long has it been?
Oh where did they go? The friends of my youth. The flames of a young life and the passions we knew.
The days are shorter. Life still goes on. Our children are playing like we used to do.
Will they remember the friends of their youth when they get our age in their September song?
Oh where have they now those old friends of mine?
31 Dec 1995
poem by David Harris
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Oh, oh Rosalie
Oh, oh Rosalie,
Oh, oh Rosalie,
What would you have of me?
Oh, oh Rosalie.
I have kisses fine,
I have kisses fine.
Will you take kiss of mine?
Oh, oh Rosalie.
I have dreams in store,
I have dreams in store,
Fine spun as lace of yore.
Oh, oh Rosalie.
Many a mighty thought,
Many a mighty thought
By men of old time wrought
Is mine, Rosalie.
I have golden days,
I have golden days,
Green trees, and leafy ways.
Oh, oh Rosalie.
I have tears for you,
I have tears for you,
And roses filled with dew.
Oh, oh Rosalie.
Oh, oh Rosalie,
What do you want of me?
You would have nought of me.
Oh, oh Rosalie.
poem by Lesbia Harford
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Rose Petals
Rose petals are so soft to touch,
rose petalsfragrance is so divine to smell,
rose petals are like lovely lips which smile,
rose petals are given to lady love,
rose petals are spread on bed of newly bride,
rose petals are life of butterflies,
rose petals are used for beauty baths,
rpse petals are offered on the lotus feet of god,
rose petals are placed on grave of dear ones,
rose petals are offered in river ganga for departed soul,
rose petals are showered on newly weds,
rose petals are decorated on festive days,
roses are given as a promise for everlasting love.
poem by renu Vig sharma sharma
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When
When Golden Ages just fly-
Fly-fly-high away...
And Saturn just passes by-
By-by-into the sky-to stay;
When generations of citizens celebrate...
And dance near mid-air...
When day-dreamers of an era-
Are oh-so-devil-may care;
When the Golden Goose layed her egg...
And time-as we know it-flew...
Back in the day of the Argonauts...
The day-i found myself in you;
When in that day-so surreal...
I consented to my hand...
Giving it over in a union-
That today-i still do not understand;
For i am still looking for the 'Dawning of Aquarius'-
A time of love and sweet peace...
Where its reality-sinks criminality...
And Cabals of Greed simply cease;
May 6,2010
poem by Theodora Onken
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