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
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
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
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
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
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
As You Feel The Pain At The Side Of Your Abdomen
i see what you are seeing, you are always telling me.
your fingers feel the pain. your eyes speak.
you take a little time. taking a look at the side of things.
you see some worms. a dead dog. a rat rotting on the road.
the rain has come for days. flood runs.
the sun comes. everything dries up.
the flowers wilt. this time you rise from your bed
to be alive for once.
you see ghosts. i see them too.
white ghosts floating on the window railings.
i call them clouds. outbursts of light.
the moon. and that stars.
denial. the images of denial come like some petals
of rain. red petals. orange leaves.
they come to you like naked children.
they grow to be men, naked men, these truths, they are like
the ten sculptures of david.
denial. you are talking of something else.
it is not pain. it is happiness. you like more of it.
yet the irony is, you are about to leave. the black car is waiting.
and they are ready with their dresses and flowers and prayers.
just as life has become beautiful
the end of the story comes. happy ending.
that is what you want. happy.
ending. sometimes, i feel so disgusted, why the young
useful and well-loved people always have to leave
there was no time enough to really meet them.
i am crying.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Blurred (Part 2)
A man walks through the rubble of this cold and mindless
Land with a chip on his shoulder and a pistol in his hand
No emontions he has immortal thoughts
No friends or peers for a thousand years in a place
Where he's been dropped
Just a threat and a waste of a deaf, blind soul
His tricks and cons are carried on while the ignorant enroll
You won't be the first, you'll be the very last to know
When you're face to face with a man called death
And lifes the pending toll
So if you want to turnout like this bold and fearless man
The keep living your life in a reckless abandon
Thrown the dice, this gamble you have lost
Realize what you must sacrifice to pay the growing costs
Caught in a cage you slowly fill with rage
In a world where hates like a never ending plague
You won't be the first, you'll be the last to know
When you're face to face with a man called death,
And lifes the pending toll
song performed by by Unwritten Law
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Blurred
A man walks through the rubble of this cold and mindless
Land with a chip on his shoulder and a pistol in his hand
No emotions he has immortal thoughts
No friends or peers for a thousand years in a place where he's been dropped
Just a threat and a waste of a deaf, blind soul
His tricks and cons are carried on while the ignorant enroll
You won't be the first, you'll be the very last to know
When you're face to face with a man called Death and life's the pending toll
So if you want to turn out like this bold and fearless man
Then keep living your life in a reckless abandon
Thrown the dice, this gamble you have lost
Realize what you must sacrifice to pay the growing costs
Caught in a cage you slowly fill with rage
In a world where hate's like a never ending plague
You won't be the first, you'll be the very last to know
When you're face to face with a man called Death and life's the pending toll
song performed by by Unwritten Law
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
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
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
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
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
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
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Faithful Trust
There’s nothing to offer to those ignoble vows
But a long wail of dejection if this heart allows
Trust has come to open the wound
Averment carries no word for word
The misguided mind has become the guard
Trust has come to open the wound
A solemn promise’s been made to none
With faithlessness it is believed to have gone
Trust has come to open the wound
The wound that's trapped into bleeding emotion
To heal the pain it drinks the potion
Then trust has gone with its faithful notion
And everything fades with that true devotion.
Written on the night of the 23rd of October,2010
©Munia Khan 2010
poem by Munia Khan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Reputation
Resolute warrior of a dying Mars--
Warring malicious harpy of vile...
Plodding on never heedful...
Portent of superfluous denial;
Cast iron will of semi viscious--
Deluded in your schizophrenic mind...
Well honed your knives of steel...
Psychopathic-atheist-most unkind;
Deranged by all of your rancor...
Willing to believe drug addled lies...
Beating a path to personal slander--
Libel will cut my bitter cries;
Underneath The Umbrella
July,2010
poem by Theodora Onken
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Stood floodful in the saddest pool ever
Wet in the rain outpoured by the mind
Set up on a journey
Concepts classified crashed
Whispered who through the drops
The trembling fingers clang to the umbrella
The saddest umbrella in the world
That had in it no magic at all
Could not fly or colour designs
In wetness tide soaked who
Started the walk of hours
Walked didn’t sing for there was no happy rain to sing in
And no pools to joyfully splash
I could have shared a sorrowful smile
A smile to who I didn’t know
To who I never met before
Or just follow the walk of who
Through the rainhour moments
Splash wave wings through the who rain
I wanted to pour down
Instead
I knelt by the pool in rain knell
Where the traces of the floodful standing still still stood
And the floodprints rippled and rippled on
To mirror myself and start to drink
©Miroslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
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
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Greed Makes For Tight Friends
'You're my very good friend' she said
We have so much in common...
All the plans and schemes-hopes and dreams...! ! !
And the use of our most gifted Shaman;
'Do ya think that we can get away with this'she asked
I mean ya know whats been said...
That too many cooks often wreck the stew...!
Causin' our plans to fall down dead;
'I mean i'm a little worried that we might get exposed' she said
And if we are what would we all do? '
Would we all turn on one another...
About our: 'Greed Green Back Stew'? ;
'I'm sorry i've got these doubts'-she said
But ya know that they are viable...
I'm just scared almost 'Honest'...
In the face of possible libel;
Cuz i've heard that what goes 'round often comes back to you...
And ya know that Karma thing is usually true...
Plus its been said that the root of all evil is: Greed...!
And in the end we will reap all that we do;
I know that we are tight friends and ALL...
But golly Gee-golly Sun...
Just have this feeling in my gut...
We're all going to be punished for the things we have done;
Forget about friends in high places or relatives there...!
Forget about those who said they would always care...! !
Cuz ya know in the end if we fall it was cuz we were exposed bare...
And what we have coming to us is only fair;
A write about the many different rings that operate in the world
Its victims and the consequences that follow after many years and
Years of long and expensive hidden investigation. Rings that operate as a network making victims out of ordinary people like you and me Who try to take from us what is rightfully ours.
Don't you be a victim too!
Underneath The Umbrella
1974-2010
poem by Theodora Onken
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
“Faithful Trust”
There’s nothing to offer to those ignoble vows
But a long wail of dejection if this heart allows
Trust has come to open the wound
Averment carries no word for word
The misguided mind has become the guard
Trust has come to open the wound
A solemn promise’s been made to none
With faithlessness it is believed to have gone
Trust has come to open the wound
The wound that's trapped into bleeding emotion
To heal the pain it drinks the potion
Then trust has gone with its faithful notion
And everything fades with that true devotion.
(23rd of October,2010)
poem by Munia Khan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
How Could I?
Memories and silence fills each room
Overwhelming heavy as the tidal waves consume
Buried underneath the dust & gloom
Relics are reminders of my family of two
Pictures of a happy bride and groom
Ferry rides around the harbor on our honeymoon
Wedding gifts of pots and pans
Sleeping while were holding hands
As gracie lays upon us as we spoon
How could I ever be so blind that I could not see
How could I ever stray from what has meant so much to me
How could I ever gain her trust without the guarantees
Of who I am or where ill be
So now we live in fear of the unknown
Insecure and skepticle her trust in me was blown
Despite the past we face we both have grown
Through the pain to find the strength together or alone
How could I ever be so blind that I could not see
How could I ever stray from what has meant so much to me
How could I ever gain her trust without the guarantees
Of who I am or where ill be
How could I ever be so blind that I could not see
How could I ever stray from what has meant so much to me
How could I ever gain her trust without the guarantees
Of who I am or where ill be
song performed by by Oleander
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Heart...oh...Heart
My heart will sing if i'hear your happy voice*
My heart will smile if i'saw your shadow in my dreams*
My heart will sweet if i'feel your sweet kiss*
My heart will flowery if you always stand for me*
My heart will yearn if you lost from my mind*
My heart will cry if you received the sadness*
My heart will painful if you received the pain wound*
My heart will empty felt if you hided behind in the other heart*
Heart..oh heart*
Why must you feel all of all pain and the wound because of the love*
Heart...oh heart*
Maybe i'cannot to cry*
Heart...oh heart*
There was nobody see my heart wound**
Endorphins
In the trials of my youth---
I courted temptation as absolute necessity...
Craving the endorphins;
You know the feel good chemicals--
Released at moments of heated desire?
Remembering how they played with
All of my sensory nerves...
Coming so alive with blushed feeling;
Thriving in the fires of need;
Aiming for the culmination--
The peak of the communion...
And the sated afterglow that followed;
Ah, yesterdays 'feel good'
Alas, todays 'so far gone'
Underneath The Umbrella
July,2010
poem by Theodora Onken
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Unrequited Love, Lovelessness, Broken Heart, Hopelessness
there is no wound that you can see
by all means you will see no visible injury
in this place the people that you meet smile at you
and they will say
' he's doing well and taking
more fortunes and luck and prosperity'
but there is a pain that only your heart feels
that which their eyes cannot see
that which their hands cannot feel
that which their ears never hear
there is this pain
without an open wound
there is no blood dripping
but there is pain throbbing
there is no bruise
no inflammation
but there is this pus aplenty
boiling inside but
without a possible exit
there is this voice hidden
inside you
screaming
there is this threat of a
sudden eruption
at any moment
there is someone inside you praying
that now it must perish
degenerate and then
altogether die and
disappear forever
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Cooks And Cons
Prepared and ready for the heat...
You could dupe the Pope...!
You-a tasty treat-complete--
A confidence man that is no dope;
You prepared up a Turkey...
While you swindled my dressing from me-
Just wanted to say Thanks-For-Giving-!
You're a trickster with a degree;
Cooks and cons-oh how they bewilder...!
Tasty-but oh so bad for you---
They are Foreigners with an agenda...
Look out-its a cook totally untrue
May,2010
Underneath The Umbrella
poem by Theodora Onken
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
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
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!