~ Target ~
As if colliding in a causeway of disbelief
Today, betrayal showed her ugly face
In the daylight of myself alone and falling
I am forced to examine your undeserved grace;
Panic had nearly forced my hand, yesterday
On the who, what, when and where stage
Your life ROLES are real mood shakers
Bringing forth in me, a silent rage;
You are turning out to be my winter of undoing
In a world where my faith had again to begin to grow
Chilled to the marrow of my bone by icicle. slicing
Closing my VOICE as your night wind begins to blow;
You are not my cup of coffee
She is not my freckled-orange haired amazon friend
The two of you truly deserve one another
I will not be your means to an ends;
By, Theodora Onken
December 3,2012
poem by Theodora Onken
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The Faces Of Winter~
Anguish put on it's Winter face-
It's icy story embroidered into the snow
A brocade of cold that chilled to ones bone
A compassionless season where the sorrow just grows;
Falling through it's window pane of time...
Anguish laid down it's blanket of white
No sleet-only the harsh sting of cold
You know-that cutting winter bite?
You'd swear that it was slicing into you...
Through the darkest of the skies Winter grey-
Anguish put on it's Winter face
And brought a blizzard of sheer despair my way! ;
By: Theodora Onken
June 29,2012
poem by Theodora Onken
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Cold Front
The white noise truly haunts me
So chilled by varying degrees...
Covered in the frost of days of old-
Much like the ice covering the trees;
Lending no warmth to our bones nor marrow-
No where to build that: 'Proverbial Fire'
Hypothermia 'tis quick to always set in...
Longing for the gentle heat of Summers Inspire;
Long gone 'tis my Muse of warmer circumstance...
Of back when my days were filled with sunshine-
Yes, back in the day-when Summer -was the only way-
Back then-when you and the world were mine;
Today, i am chilled to the very bone and the marrow...
In silent repose, i now simply wait--
For the thaw of Winter to melt into Spring...
I await, the questionable degrees of my fate!
By, Theodora Onken
December,2011
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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
poem by Theodora Onken
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Rhythms Of Life
Everything has a rhythm
that puts music in the air.
The morning with its bird calls
awakening everywhere.
The yawns of the waking
as they greet a new day.
The afternoon rhythm
is smiling faces to be seen,
especially while the sun
is high up in the sky
mingled with laughter
from children as they play.
The evening rhythm
is of the close of day
as the voices of the night
begin to appear.
A gentle breeze cools the air
to end another day of rhythms
before they all begin again.
The seasons have their rhythms too;
the spring with its new life
from the earth begins to grow.
The summer with its warmth
and bright colours, begin to show.
The autumn as the year
begins to die away.
The falling of the leaves nurture the soil.
Then the winter’s rhythm comes in play
with the cold winds that blow
and the bringing of the snow.
It is the rhythm of the closing of the year
and so the rhythms of life
go on everyday.
19 September 2008
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Devastation
The swollen river raged
To well over its banks
Swallowing up shoulders
Of Grass
In the late afternoon
Of yesterday
When the sullen skies
Wept a torrent of rain
And the Earth trembled
In near panic
Enduring the strength
Of the winds unforgiving
Gales
Recoiling from the
Infinite thunder
Totally shaken from
The spirals of lightening
And ever so desperate
Trying to adapt to:
The Tempest that is you
By: Theodora Onken
April 7,2012
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Changes
Can you hear it calling in the wind?
Winters chilling sigh?
Howling brisk icy waves
Over freezing days she cries;
Winter will soon leave her fingerprints
Everywhere in the snow
White noise will loom in the atmosphere
It's eerie silence shall grow;
Comes the world at a standstill
Perilous roads-difficult to drive
Sparrows bearing the icy lace
With the thaw they will survive! ;
Tree branches weighted heavy
With many a bough to break
It's a white frosted Mother Earth
Frozen pond-once a lake;
Resting or in mourning -for losses
Repose or utter despair...
Longing for the energy of the Springtide
And the arrival of warmer April air;
Oh yes, and the rain showers-refreshing
Along with the glorious sun
Bringing about a rebirth-of Mother Earth
With the flora & fauna-new life now begun;
By, Theodora Onken
February 17,2012
poem by Theodora Onken
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Sweet Lorraine
April came with its answers...
And oh, how that Spring simply flew
The bad news ordered radiation and toxins
I knew, we were beginning to loose you;
Your barefeet pale against the fresh cut grass...
Pinks and Carnations abloom with hope filled smiles
Golden red delicious apples fell to the ground
As, i walked, this our summer time mile;
So many gifts of time HE had given to us...
With each season-we continued to grow and know-
Your eyes-as blue as the summer sky
And in the summer sun-your falling auburn hair still glowed;
But dreading Autumn and all of its changes...
Having to watch your once perfect form grow thin
Skin and bone, against the burnished Fall leaves-
Loosing the battle, you had hoped to win;
The harsh November wind claimed you...
Watching you fade into the icy frost
November 17 came calling like a thief in the night-
Your beautiful life-alas 'twas lost;
Missing you so very much, this day, mama...
Yet, after all the years-i feel your spirit ever near
And in this Spring breeze, i still feel your presence-
With your voice echoing: 'Theo, you have nothing to fear;
By: Theodora Onken
March 20,2012
Dedicated to my mother
Who passed away too young
From cancer. Though
I did not have her for
Long...she was the Best
And the time we did have
I have cherished my entire life.
poem by Theodora Onken
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A whispered fall wind echos
While crackling bonfires warm our chilled ears
Remembrance 'tis no longer silent
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The Translucence Of Charcoal
Today you stopped, looked, and fell
Into your own self-made hell
All brazen, you dared to ring our bell
Knowing that camera's always have a story to tell;
Perched in your car seat surveying...
Perhaps all the while praying-
This is the message that we are conveying:
You cased our chrome window and door...
Looking for more and more-
Not really knowing what might be in store;
You were put up to this task!
Even though you were not wearing any mask
Soon, in the limelight, you shall bask!
Your face and your car
Now a movie, oh shining invasion star! ! !
With us, you shan't get far;
Police know who the ringleader is...
He's up to his neck in illegal biz
And believe us, he is no wiz!
All of his plans are doomed to fizz;
Our back yard isn't any better
Even though you're a brazen go-getter!
We'll get pictures of you down to the letter;
Our bay window has an even bigger surprise...
Past the weeping willow there are even more eyes! ! !
And they tell us no lies;
This is what we have been forced to do
Yes, we will bring charges against all of you! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
We will do more than just pursue;
We leave you this message just so that you know...
We are your enemy, you are our foe!
You might want to convey this to your ringleader- - -! ;
By, Theodora Onken
November 17,2012
poem by Theodora Onken
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Mrs. Weatherby
Woe to you Mrs. Weatherby...
So greedy, self centered, always first
Real feelings are not hidden anymore...
Love only, your unquenchable thirst;
Rebecca, Rebecca, Rebecca...
Leaving your Andrew, just standing there!
Doing what Susan would never have done...
And what Martha, surely wouldn't dare;
So caught up in your 'Real World'
Is July 3rd, always a Happy B-day?
Post office boxes and moving around, constantly..
Insurance for Andy's birthday, come May?
Lost track of how many times that we read it!
A Southwest saying for sure-
'You're always first...real feelings...love only'
Today, are you feeling more secure?
Real estate investing now, Rebecca?
Or marketing insurance, Ms. Monroe?
Oops, sorry about using your former name...
What a viscious web you've woven & look how it still grows! ! ! !
By: Theodora Onken
March 24,2012
poem by Theodora Onken
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My Silent Undoing
my silent undoing
my silent undoing
my silent undoing
my silent undoing
my wasp in a jar
protruding hips
and skull, and spine
ribcage cuts a clear outline
oh, oh
all roped up and pinching in
distorted and disfiguring
oh, oh
my silent undoing
my silent undoing
my wasp in a jar
no photographs around the back
emaciated, iron flat
oh, oh
dehydrated cutting bones
today i'm over 7 stone
oh, oh
my wasp in a jar
my wasp in a jar
my wasp in a jar
twinkle little star
my wasp in a jar.
song performed by by Queen Adreena
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Remembering Marilyn
Some Liked It Hot
On the set
With Marilyn;
Her sultry
Heavy-lidded eyes
Radiating
Come hither looks;
Her breathless
Whisper of a voice
Still resonates
Yesterdays
Echos in
Madison Square Gardens:
'Happy Birthday Mr. President'
It was to be
Her last song;
By, Theodora Onken
January 29,2012
poem by Theodora Onken
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When men are brought face to face with their opponents, forced to listen and learn and mend their ideas, they cease to be children and savages and begin to live like civilized men. Then only is freedom a reality, when men may voice their opinions because they must examine their opinions.
quote by Walter Lippmann
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Twister
Blazing 'cross the vales most serene
Came winds of disproportionate means
They clamoured and hammered the scene
With destructive madness ever so keen
Gale force winds pushed ever on
Twisting in conical circles ever so strong
Devastating the vales vast throng
How could Mother Nature do such a wrong?
Bringing forth a question for all to ask
'Tis it Mother Natures atmospheric task?
Or 'tis it a Higher Powers most rightous wrath?
Or a hidden monster hidden behind serenitys mask?
By: Theodora Onken
December 5,2011
poem by Theodora Onken
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Overwhelmed II
I bid adieu to my wandering mind-
For i must focus on today...
Caught in between the rise and fall of wellness
And its various shades of grey;
No mediocre moments to hold me
The mundane has taken its leave
I am lost, and emersed at full attention
While, in my heart, i continue to grieve;
Its an unhappy ending that breaks me
Hopeless and helpless-i find no ease
No answers forthcoming in this situation
I come undone in the freeze;
For the Winter of life has come calling
Blanketing me with heavy despair
As if buried alive in an avalance of worry
Nothing to hope for-not even the wing of a prayer;
December 7,2011
By: Theodora Onken
poem by Theodora Onken
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Real Real Gone
I'm real real gone
I got hit by a bow and arrow
You got me down to the very marrow
You're a friend of mine
And i'm real real gone
On the radio
Music coming and i hear
Sam cooke's voice
Well i know i don't have any choice
That's the way it is
And i'm real, real real gone, man
I can't stand up by myself
Don't you know, baby, i need your help
You're a friend of mine
And i'm real real gone, alright
Well, i'm dancing
Dancing till my, till my body's soaking wet
Till i'm completely wet with sweat
Once i've started i'm just real real gone, man
I got hit by a bow and arrow
Got me down to the very marrow
You're a friend of mine, and i'm
Real gone, man
Well the music's playing
On the radio
And the night is filled with space
When my fingertips touch your face
You're a friend of mine
And i'm, i'm real real gone
Help me stand up
Help me stand up
All by myself
You're a friend of mine
And i'm real, i'm real real gone
Real gone
I got hit by a bow and arrow
(fade to end)
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Urge For Going
Urge For Going
I awoke today and found the frost perched on the town
It hovered in a frozen sky, then it gobbled summer down
When the sun turns traitor cold
and shivering trees are standing in a naked row
I get the urge for going but I never seem to go
I get the urge for going
When the meadow grass is turning brown
Summertime is falling down and winter is closing in
I had me a man in summertime
He had summer-colored skin
And not another girl in town
My darling's heart could win
But when the leaves fell trembling down
Bully winds did rub their faces in the snow
He got the urge for going And I had to let him go
He got the urge for going
When the meadow grass was turning brown
Summertime was falling down and winter was closing in
The warriors of winter they gave a cold triumphant shout
And all that stays is dying and all that lives is getting out
See the geese in chevron flight flapping and racing on before the snow
They've got the urge for going, they've got the wings to go
They get the urge for going
When the meadow grass is turning brown
Summertime is falling down and winter is closing in
I'll ply the fire with kindling and pull the blankets to my chin
and I'll the vagrant winter out and bolt my wandering in
I'd like to call back summertime and have her stay jut another month or so
She's got the urge for going and I guess she'll have to go
And she get the urge for going when meadow grass is turning brown
All her empires are falling down
winter's closing in
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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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! ;
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Dedication: To My Husband
By, Theodora Onken
February 17,2012
poem by Theodora Onken
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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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Back Alley Wanderings
It's them back alley wanderin's again-
And i got them sneak around blues
Your footsteps on gravel-crackle heavy
Cigarettes with DNA-foot prints from your shoes;
California boys and their raging Redwoods
Just workin' for: The Man-night and day
Coasting along-biding their criminal time in hours
Starlight shimmers upon your shadows at play;
Norhtern Cali leaves an indeliable mark
Just doin' what he says needs done
Always, most always, in pitch dark-
Packing, but not necessarily, a gun;
Would it totally blow ya away, man
If, i told ya-we know who you are and your aim?
Tell ya-back alley wanderin's ain't very smart...
Especially, now that we have the name of your game;
Got me a real bad case of M.S.-
And tell ya-the H.N. is spotlighted glaringly bright-
Wonder just what he'd tell ya to do?
When ya are finally arrested and questioned tomorrow night;
By: Theodora Onken
March 16,2012
poem by Theodora Onken
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