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
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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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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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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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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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The Bully
S.S. Bernardo traveled the seas-
Oh so high and mighty-he preened-
His long dark curly locks were blowing...
At last, his true character has been seen! ;
Oh-it took so many years...!
As Betty tried desperately to cover his course-
But its been said that too many cooks oft' spoil the brew-
At last-a break in this malevolent force! ;
S.S. Bernardo came calling...
'Cross thirty years or more of deep-deep seas...
Ever vowing to keep that promise he'd made...
Back in the days of a much quieter breeze;
He promised to drive much less unruly...
In order to view my eyes emerald green hue...
He is still stuck on the belief that i am in debt to him...! ! !
Oh Lordy-if he only knew the hell i've been through! ;
S.S. promised me cans and cans of Spam...!
On that promise hes kept his malicious word...
But with all of this old evidence mounting! ! !
Me thinks, soon his voice will no longer be heard! ;
When is enough-enough S.S.?
You seem to love running it into the ground...
Are you really still the tiny malicious old man people talk about?
Are you really as vile as you still sound? ;
A bully whos cowardice is showing...!
Threatning the younger-smaller- that you have taken in-
Have you no shame in your soul whatsoever S.S.?
Don't you know that in Gods world-evil-it never wins?
May 18,2010
Underneath The Umbrella
poem by Theodora Onken
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Rumors, Lies and Infernal Spies
Damned ARE the Evil-
That cast their spells (hex)
To a fiery grave they are bound-
Destinataion-Earthen Hell;
Some often times refer to it-
As the River Styx-
Where all condemned when dying-
Enter into Hell and the Rivers fiery mix;
Evil comes in all shapes and sizes-
Witches come in all styles -
Absolute wickedness 'tis recognized..-
Oft' times in words of bitter bile;
Clinching for all who NEED: 'To Know'
The accurate count and details..-
Where Evil grows and God-He knows-
Quenches the victims of the spells travail;
Much suffering has already been spent...! ! !
To wit and his viscious spark..-
Still inflict with their sharpest blows-
From deep in their Infernal Dark;
May 16,2010
Just a write about the evil that some
Still practice in this (civilized?) world.
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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Don Quixote
the warrıor of the eternal youth
obeyed his mind throbbing in his heart
and so
one day in JULY
he went for a warfare
to acquire the claims
of the beautiful...the honest and the righteous
in front of him lay the cruel world
with her malicious and stupid giants
riding on his sad but heroine horse ROSINANTE
I know
what is to be longing deeply for this
what is to be brave with a huge unprevented pounding heart
there is no other way
we do it our way
for me and for DON QUIXOTE
than
to fight with the big giant wind-mills
it is a must for us
you are right DON QUIXOTE
your DULCINA is the most beautiful woman of this world
you certainly scream this truth
to the faces of the dealers and the rich merchants
but they will make you upset and pull you down
and punch you heavily and severely
but you
our thirst's invincible warrior
I am sure
you will insist on
burning like a huge flame
in your heavy..iron armour
and when you do so in favour of all
your DULCINA
will forever become
more and more beautiful
Nazım HİKMET 1947
translation metin ŞAHİN
poem by Metin Sahin
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Conspiracy
The Worlds pulse is racing rapidly
Outside of Lifes window, the rain still falls
An umbrella of Earthen trees, now forms
Temporary protection for Mother Natures doorway and halls;
A congregation of city streets gather together
As Lifes tragic traffic continues to move on
Epitaphs of numberless, nameless hero's are written
As Peace is still: An Unsung Song!
What will it take to fix a broken Earth?
When the rain and it's floods continue to flow?
When the angry Towers continue to roar
Where malicious rancor-like flowers-grow;
Abloom in a bed of bitter disdain, sown
Warmongers borne of a: Bush of Deceit
Will it all come tumbling down in the end?
To lay, crushed, 'neath the Cabals dirty feet?
poem by Theodora Onken
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Caged in Life Caged Like a.............
Caged in life
Locked up in misery
Locked up in guilt.
Locked up in denial.
No it wasnt me.
Im locked in my own misery.
With no1 to hear my cries.
My cries of desperatoin
My cries of disbelife.
I guess I'll never be free
Wrapped up in my own grief.
Blaming anything
Blaming myself.
Angry with everyone
Angry at the world.
Am I a bitter person.
yes properly I am.
I feel caged in wvery days life.
Every new day
The same as the one thats past.
One messed up mind
Is mine my mind drained
My mind is all but lost.
For now Im a bitter person.
Locked in my own world
Locked in my grief.
With barriers a 1000 feet high.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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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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Slander
The word is out -- heads are talkin
And just like a fire ragin wild in the night,
The rumors hot, the room is rockin,
Its out of control, too vicious to fight
Two lovers split -- a heart is shattered
And out of revenge it steals through the night,
Making sure the lies are scattered
To every border of this town tonight
The words on the street, you call it truth,
I call it slander,
Times are tough, talk is cheap --
Soon theyll talk about you --
Slander
The jury splits -- undecided,
Theyre searching for clues,
My live in their hands
The hour has come, they stand divided,
The future shall judge the good and the bad
And now, theres talk on the street --
I call it slander,
I will fight this somehow
Revenge will be sweet
Slander -- like a knife in my heart --
Slander
Slander -- gonna keep us apart --
Slander
Slander c theres talk on the street
Slander -- revenge will be sweet
Slander -- Im ready to fight
Slander -- I will find it tonight
Slander -- like a knife in my heart --
Slander
Slander -- gonna keep us apart
Slander
Slander -- theres talk on the street --
Slander -- revenge will be sweet
Slander -- too vicious to fight
Slander -- wild in the night
song performed by by Survivor
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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
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The Way Of The Warrior
Our time has come, get ready fight
Sisters and brothers in metal unite
The dreams that you had are about to come true
The voice of the warrior is calling for you
Turn your own deeds to his gracious glory,
And he will make you see
This is the way we want it to be
This is the way of the warrior
This is the way we want it to be
Walking the way, the honest will see
Walking the way of the warrior
Walking the way, the way of the warrior
Blood-red the steel of our swords shall flow
And by the allegiance were ready to go
Stout are the foe, in warfare so bold
Nothing can stop us, the future we hold
Brace up, defend,
Never ever be outdone in bravery
This is the way we want it to be
This is the way of the warrior
This is the way we want it to be
Walking the way, the honest will see
Walking the way of the warrior
Walking the way, the way of the warrior
The saints and the sinners in battle so bright, as the forces of steel will unite
The way of the warrior, the call of his life, shall lead us all into the light
The metal crusade will conquer all
Our bonds will be stronger, see the infidels fall
Surrender your soul to the gods of steel
In the blood of the fallen the enemies kneel
Turn your own deeds to his gracious glory,
And he will make you see
Brace up, defend,
Never ever be outdone in bravery
This is the way we want it to be
This is the way of the warrior
This is the way we want it to be
Walking the way, the honest will see
Walking the way of the warrior
Walking the way, the way of the warrior
This is the way we want it
This is the way we need it
This is the way of the warrior
This is the way we want it
This is the way we need it
This is the way of the warrior
This is the way
song performed by by Hammerfall
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The Magnet and the Churn
A MAGNET hung in a hardware shop,
And all around was a loving crop
Of scissors and needles, nails and knives,
Offering love for all their lives;
But for iron the Magnet felt no whim,
Though he charmed iron, it charmed not him,
From needles and nails and knives he'd turn,
For he'd set his love on a Silver Churn!
His most aesthetic,
Very magnetic
Fancy took this turn -
"If I can wheedle
A knife or needle,
Why not a Silver Churn?"
And Iron and Steel expressed surprise,
The needles opened their well-drilled eyes,
The pen-knives felt "shut up," no doubt,
The scissors declared themselves "cut out,"
The kettles they boiled with rage, 'tis said,
While every nail went off its head,
And hither and thither began to roam,
Till a hammer came up - and drove it home,
While this magnetic
Peripatetic
Lover he lived to learn,
By no endeavour,
Can Magnet ever
Attract a Silver Churn!
poem by William Schwenck Gilbert
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(Father poems) In the name of the father
His father
Is a deranged drug addict
Who refuses to listen to the experts
The junkie just won't kick the habit
And the son is a teen drug peddler who
Who sells drugs at school
His father is an alcoholic
The unrepentant drug dealer has sold
His soul to the devil and liquor
The drunkard has a master's degree
In alcohols abuse and he can teach
The suicidal to misuse liquor and
Pay the price with their own lives
His wife abuser of a father assaults
His mother routinely in front of his
Own children party as a chore but mainly
To prove what's meant by it's a man's world
And the boy watches with baleful admiration
Thus is born a girl hater and a serial rapist
His father is maniacal tiger at home and
A coward of a bleating harmless lamb
In the streets who pays protection fee
To the gangsters who fear no wife beater
And the son grows up in the name of the father
He himself becomes a deluded drug dealer
And loony of a wife abuser
His own son too will grow up and continue
The family trade of drug abuse and wife
Battering and the grandson too and the great
Grandson...you see it runs through the family
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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Just One More Day
On the edge of denial...
My mind won't let me absorb--
Your fleeting glances...
In directions opposite me;
Nor will i allow in--
The Green Eyed Monsters nagging;
Oh, i know its all relevant--
But my heart cant take--
The realities--
Of a broken---
You and i;
In dire need, i know--
Of a major repair;
Perhaps a finding...
Of that one special--
Ingredient...
So tangible--
That kept --
Our love alive...
At least--
For one more day;
The Essence
July,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 knives of jealousy are honed on details.
quote by Ruth Rendell
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Swords & Knives
A waking world of innocence
So grave those first born cries
When life begins with needles and pins
It ends with swords and knives
Oh dangerman, oh dangerman
Your blade fits like a glove
When forged in steel
Time cannot heal
That blood red bond of love
In times of trouble youre an open book
With the change in the way you look
And its sad loves not enough to make things better
Turn the tables, well burn the fables
Lies beneath the visions and daydreams
Fooled by now, we mystify the past
Like a dream, like it never happened
When life begins with needles and pins
It ends with swords and knives
God save those born to die
song performed by by Tears For Fears
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