Delilah...
She was: Contour and design;
A pristine white configuration of airs-affected;
Drizzled in reds of pretense...
Splashed freckles of disdain marked her;
A hedonist-personified;
Creature comforts and diamond rings hoped for;
Writing her life story-
In mathematical equation that no one understood;
Her heart was of chrome-hardened; callous;
Her Delilah hair suspect;
Her Midas Touch-Gold Plated...
Just another faux gem...
In the wannabe world
Of yesterdays yearnings for-
Celebrity and riches;
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March 8,2012
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Femme Fatale~
Affected by airs of pretense...
Haughty companion of pride
Promises of Rainbows Pot Of Gold
Ruthless designs inside;
Lust 'tis her first choice
As is longings for the finer things...
Pretense of opulence and sophistication
Grasping at the imaginary that it brings;
Her world revolves around sin...
Death is her second favorite friend
Running bare before every man-a conquest?
In hopes of achieving an end! ;
But time has run out for her
She can no longer hide her nympho desire
She would do well to unite with Mr. Carnal
He would surely light her fire;
For he has the riches she is looking for...
With a bonus of Porn, drugs and lust
With him it would be so perfect
For they would not combust from lack of trust! ;
So there would never be a need to boast...
About Christ or things as such
So Femme Fatale climb aboard the Seven Deadly--
No fuss-just your self proclaimed: Midas Touch! ;
By: Theodora Onken
May 10,2012
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Criminal Minds...
Feeling so alert in the crisp sandalwood air! ! !
My mind draws pictures for me...
Its of two people caught up-'in secret'
What some might call their apt destiny! ! ! ;
He has long white hair-pony-tailed
She has Delilah hair-medium red...
He has done 'everything'' literally-X rated...
She has the Midas touch instead;
He dwells on sexual thoughts daily............
While she is a Nympho, at best!
He has many a fetish, thats true
Her heart is of chrome and its a mess;
They both share something in common...
Unresolved sexual tension and greed-thats right
She always wants it wherever she can get it
And he is a fan of the Harlots of night! ! ! ;
The Sandalwood incence continues to burn
The picture of these two become even more clear...! ! !
Both are so caught up in the use: of stimulants
That when: The Truth Arrives-they do not hear;
So now, it is right before their lit up eyes...
All of the destruction that they have caused to us! ! !
But bother their conscience-no not at all...! ! !
They just wonder, why all the fuss! ! ! ! ;
This is my second write on:
Obsession, Stalking, Narciscism,
And Psychopathy
This write zeros in on two
Narcistic Psychopaths
February 10,2012
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It's About Money Honey
The California deluge overwhelmed me-bad...
Rains of assailing depair
Creating a steamy humidity of heavy ambience
And an Emerald Green Oz-outside-everywhere! ;
You see this had been pre-ordained by the Stars
Pyschic Jill Dahne looked into her crystal ball
Finding crucial answers to decisions about money
A bumpy ride of tempers followed before the calm of it all! ;
It is always calm before the storm or so 'tis said
But the after math can bring a Pot Of Gold, to some, it seems
In a pristine emerald abored garden-Midas touched...
Comes the: Over The Rainbow-Evergreen! ! ! :
Dedicated To: BKC...Of Chico and Olive Grove
We've Got Your Number Honey! ! ! ! ! ! !
By, Theodora Onken
March 6,2012
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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
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Reflections
I am a silhouette
In the mirrors of your mind
The scent of a woman
Upon silken sheets sublime;
I come to you in silence
For a season with passion defined
Leaving you with my fragrance
Of once upon a Spring time;
By, Theodora Onken
March 4,2012
Dedicated To: My Husband
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Garrison
Maybe it is him.
Maybe reading him has
Become my new religion.
An exercise into sophistication
And brillance.
But it seems that the wind has
Taken on new meaning.
It now seems ripe with promise...
A fertile awakening-if you will-
A giving birth-so to speak-
With awe so deep that it hurts.
Or that the outside world
Of nature seems to have
Been painted with double and
Triple coats of vivid.
That even the rose garden
And the once drab stones-now glisten.
Such marvels...
All because of him?
Were we meant to take
This walk together?
Embracing every sweet second
With no looking back or
One iota of regret?
Maybe, yes maybe, it is him.
By, Theodora Onken
March 7,2012
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My December
Relentless Winter lays itself white
Far below the mountains spires
Muted tones of off white and grey
Linger near a warming fire;
Hearthside altars of a family nest
'Neath a cathedral ceiling cabin in the wood
Struggles to burn and linger it's warmth
In the silver white frosty wooded neighborhood;
By: Theodora Onken
July 27,2012
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The Haunting~
Today you can find her
Wallowing in cognizant desire
Her heart beats all but spent
In a lost and dying fire;
Too many hours of wasted longing lost
Once the hopeless romantic, she's now gone
Always loving the wrong ones
This her, ill-fated siren song;
Shameful needs had all but once consumed her minds eye
Only remnants of her torn heart remain
Driving her to points of hope in the sky
Only rusted memories of yesterdays pain;
Today all but covered in the dust of nevermore
Yet remembrance of her youth still tease
She remains haunted by the love of long before
These thoughts still bring her to her knee's;
By, Theodora Onken
November 23,2012
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Everything
Tonight
'Neath a silken moon
Bathed in
Texas starlight
You came to me
Upon a
Whispering breeze
Out of love
Offering only
Everything
Little did
You know
Buried in
My longting heart
That you
And only
You
My darling
Beyond any
Shadow of
Any doubt
Are Everything
To me
Theodora Onken
February 22,2012
Dedicated To: My Husband
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It Could Get Much Hotter~
It could get hotter with discovery...
With the finding of all of your wires
And your sockets extra goodies
Your timers and electronic ears;
Yes, Buster, it could get hotter
Perhaps with the exposing of your innate greed...
A hedonist drowning in his own arrogance;
If all of your blueprints are found
And gone over with a fine tooth comb...
Where your motive was simply the coveting
Of other people's gold at the end of their rainbow;
It could get much, much hotter, Buster!
If your San Diego connection is blown
Or that little spark in Surprise, AZ
Jus' B Coz comes into view...;
When your group of circuits are exposed
To the natural light of day
And your ratty DNA is all over the batteries
And plugs of your once stealth activities...
When your journals and logs of our activity
Are found-with dates & details of our being
Home or gone...
And some very old condiments still taste
Of your bitter pill are found and tested;
Yes, Buster, it could get much, much hotter!
So throw that prop bible out the window...
Along with: all of your: 'God Bless you always'
For you talk out of both sides of your mouth
And Hypocrisy has found its' newest king-in you...!
Hot enough yet, Buster?
By: Theodora Onken
August 4,2012
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Light Years
Bear not the night
As being your fate
For 'tis the death
Near Hell's molten gate;
Let not your heart
Be influenced of dark
For nigh 'tis the light of day
For bright 'tis your spark;
Evil 'tis not your place
For you embrace the sky
An Angel in the making
When Heaven 'tis nigh;
By: Theodora Onken
June 19,2012
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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
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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
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Full Bloom
Infatuated by her fragrance...
And the apples of her cheeks
She drew him in as a moth to a flame;
In a garden-where only lovers arms embrace;
Near a pond-where mirrored bodies reflect;
Entwined in the emerald tendrils of grass
Only the breeze knows of their splendor;
Summer is like a never ending fire-you know...
Where reckless abandon-never sleeps
But stirs-wide awake-as the summer sun at high noon;
By: Theodora Onken
March 14,2012
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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
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Pigeon
My life is in a peaceful state
Secure from red-headed tricks
Sequestered from hairy Neanderthals
High up in a watch tower of red brick;
We're always on the look out now
We watch the sovereign wood
For her freckles in uncordial light
Pretend-societys-refined-classy Ms. Robinhood;
She and her long time accompolice in crime
A Master peddler of flesh sales
Are suspects now in Olive Point
And must answer questions 'bout their trails;
The trails that they left behind them
When finishing up a yellow-eyed scheme
Once master manipulators of the money grab
In the once fertile soil of their pigeons evergreen;
By, Theodora Onken
February 23,2012
Another in My Series
About Psychopaths
The Criminal Element
In General...
Most Know All About
Doing Time But Once
Out Return To The Same Crime!
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What's Cooking?
Simmering on life's back burner
I have observed you coming to a full boil
Bubbling with heat...
Rage does have it's way with you
Your hardened arteries struggling with change
Senile rage overcomes you...
As you try again and again to get your point across!
You are a direct contradiction you know
'Movie stars are trash' (but not Eastwood) !
There is no way to turn your burner off
Though we'd love to;
You always arriving un-invited
Slinking through the back door
Elderly spy that you are
Teeming with red heat
Obviously not knowing any better
Never seeing the light
Or just not caring;
You boil on rant after rant...
One minute praising God
The next-a hate filled steamroller of discontent
Blazing impressions from your tirades-now engraved-
It's no wonder Letia said you were NOT a nice man...
September 1,2012
By: Theodora Onken
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Song Of Spring
With a song of Spring in my heart
I embrace this day of Spring
The warmth replacing the Winters chill
And my dream that gives rise to wings;
Standing in the doorway of: New Beginnings
An ocean of possibilities await
Dazzled by the genius of Masters
I give a big welcome to Fate;
Breathing in the blossoms pleasant fragrance
A fountain of bliss in Gardens new
Loving the magic touch of Butterfly kisses
And the melodies of SongBirds in view;
With a song of Spring in my heart
I continue to embrace this day
Ever grateful for the blue skies and sun
For the flowers and hope of sweet May! ;
By: Theodora Onken
May,1,2012
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I Am
I am a listener
Of a half thought about Winter mind
A writer of a half seen legacy
And a sphere of half spoken rhyme;
I am an arrow sharpened
Of Ero's love sick fool
A trembling hand-in loves quick sand
A condemned lover of the Golden Rule;
I am the pity of a thousand teardrops
Of yesterdays heartbreak and sorrow
I am the startled Bird Of Paradise
Boding omens: of no tomorrows;
I am the field of blues and purples
Of lavender and lilac-to violet hue
Growing behind fences of sheer amazement
I am the whispering of love to you;
By: Theodora Onken
April 7,2012
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Delight...
It was a Summer of laughter
Of wooded fragrance
Of the oceans deepest blue
And the shorelines pure alabaster
Mingled in reveries of sweet joy and you
And as destiny would have it
What seemed like a lifetime, of love,
Unlike we two ever knew!
By: Theodora Onken
April 12,2012
Dedicated to: My Husband
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