Light Forces And Other Needful Things~
There was a fire in his words
A sort of erotic tale
Bowing down in reverence and awe
His adoration- far beyond the pale;
Stirring alive my very soul
Forming a sacred bond of: 'Admire'
It was: 'a one on one' meeting of the minds
That turned my feelings into fire;
Wanting to run for fear of disgrace
Yet, oh, so tempted by his call
Moving me past 'the right and wrong' of it
Trying desperately not to fall;
Must not succumb to his charms
Though in him-i do aspire
For in a mere matter of days-it seems
He has given meaning to true desire;
Inspiration 'tis abloom once again
Even though i do not understand
Two individuals-many miles apart
Yet, seemingly-walking hand in hand;
Hark, what is that rush of wind in the distance?
With a dust coming as mighty as the sea?
Perhaps, 'tis him-riding on in
My Knight, upon his steed, coming for me;
Gilding me with exquisite words of prose
And Golden Narratives fit for a Queen
Gallant of all gallant poets, is he
The poet of my dreams, yet unseen;
By, Theodora Onken
October 13,2012
poem by Theodora Onken
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Falling In Love...
Falling in love with you came so easy-
Surrendering to your arms it wasn't planned...
I just melted into you and your arms so true-
Walking with you-hand in hand;
You led me through your loving garden-
And picked for me a red-red Rose-
Sat me down amongst the Day Lilies-
And seduced me with your most delicate prose;
Oh- your words they were so heavenly...
That they captured my entire heart and mind-
Falling in love with you it came so easy-
Spending time in your arms most divine;
Falling in love with you it came so easy-
Surrendering to your arms it wasn't planned-
But i just melted into-your words so true-
That i walked with you-hand in hand;
We were oh so magical together...
Our two hearts-they melted into one-
Ours was a journey of true loves ecstacy-
Together-always when the day was done;
You were everything i ever needed...
Your charms and your charisma t'was so fair-
A Knight In White Satin you-indeed-were-
So regal-so cavalier-so debonair;
Falling in love with you it came so easy-
Surrendering to your arms it was not planned-
I just melted into you-and your words i thought were true?
And walked with you-hand in hand;
But the days began turning into continual night-
And your arms and charms disappeared into thin air-
Your words once true? Now turned me blue!
Thrown into reality-i realized that you no longer cared;
For what had been so wonderful-
For what had been a love so grand-
Has ended oh so abruptly-
That no longer do we walk hand in hand! ;
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From: My 'ALL IS ONE' Theme
May,2010
poem by Theodora Onken
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~If~
If thoughts are
Realities
And our dreams always
Come true
Would it be so wrong of me
To spend Eternity with you?
From the Dawn of New Morn
'Til the blanket of ebon's deep
Night
May i lie down beside you
'Til the end of All Days Light?
For in the shadows and my
Darker bleak days
Where my steps were but oft' blind
You carefully lead me through
This maze we call life
Gently you caressed my tired heart
And most broken of broken minds
And so i ask you my sweet beloved
My most gallant of modern day knights
Together-allow us-to walk hand in hand
Into the Heavenly Everlasting Twighlight
poem by Theodora Onken
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Union
Delicate sweet rapture came knocking
Gallant O' The Galaxy-his name
Left his calling card in her door
Thus-the beginning of Loves Eternal Flame;
Inside a Lonely Soul deliberated
Overwhelmed by delicious day dreams
Recognizing his- Devil May Care
A wild man-yet Gallant Resplenant
Seeking her spirit so fair;
Theirs would be a perfect union
Ecstacy-surely their new name
Coming together-as birds of one feather
Hence, Gallant and Lonely Soul-one flame;
poem by Theodora Onken
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A Bold Knight
He rode is gallant steed
the sun reflecting off his breastplate.
He rode into the dragon’s den
to rid his precious homeland
of the monster that stalked it there.
This bold knight whose armour
glinted in the sun
rode high upon his steed
and would soon be
a hero to everyone.
Many had died at the breath
of this monstrous beast,
now one man
with the courage of a lion
would soon end the rein of terror.
Dismounting from his steed,
sword and shield in hand
approached the monster’s lair.
A sheet of flame emerged from within the cave,
and then came the bellowing roar.
The dragon emerged
and studied the silver figure
that stood before him.
He blew a gust of flame.
The knight raised his shield reflecting the fire.
The knight advanced
towards the beast
that towered over him.
Before the dragon
could blow more fire.
The knight rushed forward
and thrust his sword deep
within the dragon’s belly.
The dragon reared up
its wings flapped in a gallant gesture
before it fell silent to the ground
The beast that had terrorised
his beloved lands now lay slain
by this mighty knight’s hand.
No more would it scorch
his beloved land.
24 April 2008
poem by David Harris
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Poetry To Me
What is poetry to me- it is words of beauty-words of life
Words of love, pain and sacrifice.
Words of showing and growing and needing and feeding
Words of hope and despairs, wanting and cares.
Poetry takes you into the minds of mankind
From days of old to the present time.
Poetry takes you on trips that you've never been before
And opens up every door.
Poetry becomes a longing, a want, a desire, a need
On which your mind must feed.
It becomes a life within itself
And takes you to the heavens and down to hell.
Poetry becomes a flaming desire
And only writing can put out this fire.
I call it my passion while others say it's my obsession
Yet! No matter what they may think or say
Poetry is here to stay.
So many different types of poetry
For the different minds 'you see'.
You will always find one that will give you meaning
From a loving heart to one that's bleeding.
Jump on the bandwagon and take a hold
For with poetry ' life unfolds'.
poem by Louis Rams
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Fairy Days
Beside the old hall-fire—upon my nurse's knee,
Of happy fairy days—what tales were told to me!
I thought the world was once—all peopled with princesses,
And my heart would beat to hear—their loves and their distresses:
And many a quiet night,—in slumber sweet and deep,
The pretty fairy people—would visit me in sleep.
I saw them in my dreams—come flying east and west,
With wondrous fairy gifts—the newborn babe they bless'd;
One has brought a jewel—and one a crown of gold,
And one has brought a curse—but she is wrinkled and old.
The gentle queen turns pale—to hear those words of sin,
But the king he only laughs—and bids the dance begin.
The babe has grown to be—the fairest of the land,
And rides the forest green—a hawk upon her hand,
An ambling palfrey white—a golden robe and crown:
I've seen her in my dreams—riding up and down:
And heard the ogre laugh—as she fell into his snare,
At the little tender creature—who wept and tore her hair!
But ever when it seemed—her need was at the sorest,
A prince in shining mail—comes prancing through the forest,
A waving ostrich-plume—a buckler burnished bright;
I've seen him in my dreams—good sooth! a gallant knight.
His lips are coral red—beneath a dark moustache;
See how he waves his hand—and how his blue eyes flash!
'Come forth, thou Paynim knight!'—he shouts in accents clear.
The giant and the maid—both tremble his voice to hear.
Saint Mary guard him well!—he draws his falchion keen,
The giant and the knight—are fighting on the green.
I see them in my dreams—his blade gives stroke on stroke,
The giant pants and reels—and tumbles like an oak!
With what a blushing grace—he falls upon his knee
And takes the lady's hand—and whispers, 'You are free!'
Ah! happy childish tales—of knight and faerie!
I waken from my dreams—but there's ne'er a knight for me;
I waken from my dreams—and wish that I could be
A child by the old hall-fire—upon my nurse's knee!
poem by William Makepeace Thackeray
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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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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
poem by Theodora Onken
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Better outlet
Many poets in the past
Burst out their lust
For their unavailable Queens
In their refined Classics.
Pity! Their words were never heard by their Queens.
Faculty was at its best
As I burst out my quest
For my misfit Queen
In my outburst verses.
Gaiety! My words got to her hand.
The poets found their solace just
In ejaculation of their cries.
In me the solace is the ocean
For my cries reached the destination..
Who-else will get that sanction?
Ejaculation of desire is
The only source of their solace.
Insertion of desire in addition is
My source for greater solace.
If met with infusion, it is marvelous!
Ejaculation itself is pleasure.
If met with insertion it is erotic.
I am fortunate to be erotic.
08.06.99, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The fire of desire
Keep alive
In you
The fire of desire
As it only
Brought you to this
Wonder world
And so many
Other great things
Let it be
Any break-through
In science, art or literature
There was a fire of desire
That caused
The event to occur
Keep alive
In you
The fire of desire
But be on guard
To have good control
As the fire
Has the potential
To engulf you
And to devour you
History has
A great list of heroes
Who succumbed to
This very
Fire of desire
Still it is worth
You keep alive
In you
The fire of desire
With lot dreams
In mind
With lot milestones
To cross
With lot wins
To accomplish
With lot days
Ahead
Keep alive
In you
The fire of desire
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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~The Light~
The Light
Captures and awes
Encloses circles
Wraps
Us up
In fire warm
Shimmering cover
Much like
The heat
Of Summer
When everything
'Tis abloom
And dead becomes
Alive Golden Bright
Wrapped up in
The dazzling Sunbeams
Most all consuming
Light
poem by Theodora Onken
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Words Sometimes Take On A Own Meaning
Words sometimes take on a own meaning
and sometimes they are sharp and painful
as if there is much more to words
as if a kind of secret knowledge hides in them
that are sometimes something moving.
Words sometimes take on a own meaning
but somehow words can at times miss things
and are sometimes dependent on feelings
as if there is much more to words
when through it all love brings a kind of bonding
and so you and I are attractive to each other.
Words sometimes take on a own meaning
and daily a bond develops between us,
while you become more considerable to me,
as if there is much more to words
you constantly live in my thoughts,
while love becomes real through words.
Words sometimes take on a own meaning
as if there is much more to words…
poem by Gert Strydom
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Moments of Silence
Did you know
That there is a Firmamant
Between us?
Amid silent box springs
And Golden mattress...
Overwhelmed by a deluge
Of Red Silken Sheets
Teasing comforters
And Pallid Quilts of fear
My sleep it never comes easy...
I am but a solitary sojourner
Looking for the Sandman
And longing for your Being
Mind, Body and Soul...
Just a touch tenderly
Oh, yes, tenderly
For i am a delicate Soul
Not quite whole...
Ethereal and filled with:
Tranquility-Empathy
Fire of desire
Not necessarily in
That order...
I am a face yet unseen
By your eyes
Disabled by time and by
Space
I am hidden under
Blue velvet comforter
I float into
Your magical dusted space
I am alone and unseen
I am stoic-still a mute
At last sweet dreams
Of you enter in R.E.M.
I can now see your face
poem by Theodora Onken
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Our Firemen
Lines delivered at a Firemen's Soiriee [sic] in the days of the hand engines.
Our youth and beauty here arranged,
In honor of the Fire Brigade ;
And now every man is ready
To obey the bugle of Brady.
And always willing for to ralley
At the trumpet sound of Walley,
To the fire they rush at once,
Led on by gallant Captain Vance.
The firemen, now, their only strife,
It seems to be a race for life,
Which engine first shall reach the fire
And cause the wild flames to expire.
poem by James McIntyre
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Sewn~
It was a guiltless war of words-
Spent on an island of fear...
Where happiness suffered from relentless shadows
And a ghost from argumentive spheres;
Unnecessary reckless accusations were thrown...
Barefoot and empty of any cover-
A treachery of unchanged opinions-CLEAR! ! !
Carried in by a scorned lover;
It became a startled fire of a whisper...
That was sewn in seams of rumor and regret-
Leaving trails of embroidered tears-
And tons of a lovers monumental debt;
By: Theodora Onken
June 9 2012
poem by Theodora Onken
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Listen to the QUR'AN
words beyond time utter in most sacred way,
present to every man’s heart, for the way the
true infinite presence in the soul lives forever
in every distinctive way of life
oh most precious words of God done in the
ancient and glorified land, bless and shower
our destiny, the rising of the spirited soul will
always bring the immortality of your given
wisdom in our eternal faith we live
our lips open the salvation of your sacred
whisper for the words is our command and guide
each ears to listen the coming salvation of
the coming day of our LIFE
the heaven may come down and the sky will
bring us to the heaven, as the departed soul will
gracefully return to the Father’s hand ….
poem by Antonio Liao
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The End Of…
I am glad you moved on, but is it necessary to be so hardcore. I know the hurt is excruciating its unbearable and hurting.
I thought we shared a bond so strong not even separating could be a course, for speaking so utterly out of song.
I apologize if It seems I do not care, but could you at least spare, spare me the cold shoulder, we still have to grow out of this, still have to grow stronger.
I worry that you are just acting out, cause I have hurt you so much, but it seems unnecessary to push me out into the cold, cause I have already caught that cold.
I understand you want to be bold, and act as if everything ain’t wrong, I admire you, and you have that desire to move on, and please do with my blessing you should hold on to moving on.
But all I ask is for you to consider that it is not as easy for me as you think it might be, cause it ain’t I wish you could see. I pretend not to feel, I constantly steal a smile, and hide my true colors for a while.
I wish you all the best, I wish for you all the rest, you are the best, I missed out I guess.
So as each day flows and passes me by as I stare with the hope of being ALRIGHT, it just slips through my wet fingers and lingers, I dream of continuity as I try to avoid reality, I die at the thought of you not surviving without me, I cry at the thought of losing this, this pure love that’s so rare to acquire, hold your hand and admire, burn with desire, I cry all the time it hurts as though I’ve been burned with a scorching fire, don’t scold me again, I’ve been through that wire, I still want you to think of me in a clearer eye of desire. I love your fire.
So let us close this door and swallow the keys, mistakes no more a walk of life, you were almost my wife, let us leave behind this shattered love I destroyed, I no longer aspire to impose, I’ll leave you alone bury this rose, chapter closed.
poem by Thato Maluleka
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Light Of You
Daylight shines as a septre
Radiant much as your smile
Equal to the eclipse of the Moon
'Tis our love-traveled over years of miles;
Oh gallant-my most beloved
So enchanted-i am-here this day
Bewitched by the magic that you adroitly weave
Sweet and new much as the month of May;
Brillant-so brillant far beyond the pale
Blindingly white- shining supreme
Heavenly devout in your sweet presence
Ecstatic in the pure ecstacy of our dreams;
Euphoria as in the Firmaments dwelling
Sparking as diamonds in the black velvet sky
Full day has made itself 'round once and again
And you-beloved gallant-remain in my eyes;
Oh such sweet-sweet surrender
Whether azure sky of day or ebon' of the night
Gleaming with such amazing brillance
I am nearly blinded by your Light! ;
poem by Theodora Onken
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Poem
I pound the concrete
Way too wired to sleep;
In just the ecstacy of it all
And the brillant colours of Fall;
Laid wide open am i
Oh so vunerable to the grey sky;
Overwhelmed by much emotion
And a seasons worth of utter devotion;
Replaying old love letters in my mind
So many words there do i find;
As i walk this busy street
Still too wired to sleep;
In the ecstacy of it all
Mixed with the rich colours of Fall;
I remember a better time
When my words always turned to rhyme;
Automatically it seems
But unreal as if from a dream;
Into a rhapsody ever clear
Of two beating hearts so very near;
This melody 'tis so sweet
As i pound this street of concrete;
The gentle harmony of two hearts
Rings ever so true
At long long last
A poem of me and of you;
By, Theodora Onken
February 22,2012
poem by Theodora Onken
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I Eat Fire
I live in silence of non existence
I play music of soundlessness
I compose words with fire
With fire pen on a piece of fire.
I eat fire to burn me into ashes
I have no fear for the fire of hell
I do not have desire of heaven of God
I do not like to see the smiling face of God.
I shall not die till the doomsday
I shall set fire on the throne of God
I shall dance in front of God
I shall love Him, more than He loves me.
poem by Devil Poet
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