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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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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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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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
Dedicated to love and lovers everywhere.
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April Showers
It is the season of new beginnings...
Spring removes her winter robe
And fades into rainbows of hope;
The sun shines its headlights into April-
And in the garden the effluent scent
Of multiple blooms delights the nose;
The naked trees are no longer bare
Clothed in egg shell, pink and green.
Now entertaining the sometime visit
Of the butterfly and bee;
Showers are but a necessity
Splashed to chase the thirst away
They are never maudlin weeping tears
But always fall on purpose
For they help to bring
Even more blossoms to May;
Dedicated To: 'Betty'...AKA- - - - - - -
Remembering 1978
August: Seattle Times
And what you said:
'Emily took off like a big bird
For L.A. and Australia
But you had better get your
Umbrella's out as she is
Flying back in the spring...'
I did fly back in the Spring
Of 1979...for my fathers last
Two heart attacks and death.
Heart attack in April and last
One in May... and then he passed!
We will always wonder how
You knew that i would be
coming back in April
When even the doctors did
Not know!
By: Theodora Onken
April 9,2012
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Crank
You enter people uninvited and without permission
Sneaking yourself on in
Through laced water supplies
Oh, all the places you've been;
The anger and agitation are nothing
For with you it is much-much worse
Violence to ones internal organs
Are in dire need of a doctor and nurse;
You work so insidiously in the brain
Upon it's nerve center you just thrive
Put up a poster for you in the Doctors lab
In giving my sample, i added: Wanted Dead Or Alive! ! ! ~
By: Theodora Onken
June 29,2012
Dedicated to: The Tilbrooks
Dedicated to: Tall T
Dedicated to: Really Cold Cheese Cake
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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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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.
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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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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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Homeward Bound
It was the fragrance of Junes sweetest breeze
The visible garden of two lovers abloom
In the stillness of our forever
Borne: Of Mother Natures womb;
Cascades of rose petals and their velvet
Adorned our majestic-unmade bed
'Twas a ceremony of Summer times homeward
'Twas loves sheer magic filling our heads;
By: Theodora Onken
May 4,2012
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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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DayBreak~
Alas, sunsets of vermillion poppies pass too quickly
As breaking nigh-a Blueberry Dawn
All fresh-faced in cloudless blankets
Comes the sun dressed in her lemon yellow gown;
The meadow larks sweet choir teases us-gloriously
As daylight opens up her beautiful eyes
Visuals can be seen for miles and miles
Through the Blueberries deepest of skies;
Magical time frames of sheer wonder
Embrace Mother Earth's sublime divinity
Wrapping her up in wonderous splendour
For but, a mere, Eternity;
By, Theodora Onken
November 29,2012
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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
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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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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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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
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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
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Your Scent
Your scent encases me
My second skin
It permeates everything
All at once satiating
While leaving me hungering for more
Leaving me open
Right down to my very core
Your scent encases me
Driving out the demons of memory
For new paths to be formed
Along their wake
Cementing new paintings in place
Ignoring the gossamer wings of time
So easily torn
Your scent encases me
My every breath waiting
To be set free
Time obliging, abiding
My whim
To be within your breath
Within your arms
Surrounded by the trail of your secret, your soul
Your scent encases me
Holding fast their silken bonds
And, oh rapture
To be held by such luxurious tethers
Held fast to your lust, your need
Only matched by the flames within my breast
The fires that only moments ago were mere embers
Slowly, your breath on my skin, your scent in my hair, come to life
Your scent encases me
I am left in darkness
No light does penetrate
My only salvation, your whispered words
I follow those sounds, those wisps of pure lust
My every breath taking in sweet passion
Your passion, my passion, our passion, as one we are once more.
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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;
By, Theodora Onken
March 8,2012
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Irreconcilable Differences...
Before the storm clouds arrived...
Before the morning tiptoed on in-
Before the truth that would break us
Before the bridge was burned, in sin;
Our flaws stood with no mercy
While doubts sabotaged our very way-
Discouraging our windows of opportunity...
When compassion had lost the day! ;
Where once grace had been a zealous brocade
Sewn in the empathy of the moon lit night-
The starless sky-emptied the sun-come dawn
Opening up our only vista's of light;
Deaf, dumb and disabled-totally
Our empty language, thus led-
Us, through valleys of shattering discord-
Casting reflections of something wrong in our heads;
By: Theodora Onken
March 29,2012
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