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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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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A New Age Is Dawning
Relentless- -the human equation
Played under spurious skies
Its illogical Earthen cover
Courting one anothers demise;
Half thought out knowledge...
Half seen Earthen spheres...
Half spoken mistakes made
Over semi rainbow infused years;
Promises dissolving all the words
Reminders of so many empty tears...
Reckless abandon-courted disturbingly-
Bathed in treacherous jeers;
Ghostly silence... unexpected...
As it pulls at the skies unreal grey
Sacrafices and trials finally shared-
While atheists-now- kneel and pray! ;
Where once there seemed nothing to believe in
Where once everything was angery and a lie
Where once no one cared about this Earth
Or how many innocents had died! ;
The change- it happened slowly-inperceivibly
No answers to the: Where, When or Why-
But belief in Him-arrived again! ! ! !
'Neath a genuine New Age Heavenly sky! ;
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Written: Honoring The New Golden Crystal Age...
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The Caller
Kevin keeps calling
With his camouflaged eyes
San Angelo housed
'Neath West Texas skies;
He's a stranger of the hour
His last name: Blouin-just sings
Four times the bells chime
Hangs up before the last ring;
In the shadows he has called
No words does he speak
Weary of his purpose
More than once-he's not meek;
Our patience is growing thin
Not humbled by his being a pest
Forty-four years old and up to no good?
That would be our best guess;
A word of warning
If you're delibertly pestering us
You don't have a clue whom your dealing with
Because we ARE going to make a big fuss! ! ;
By: Theodora Onken
June 19,2012
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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 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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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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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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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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Erotica
Oh her symmetry...
Her absolute perfection!
Her voice a gentle purr
Her breath-a floral garden
Her heart- a mystery overflowing...
Eyes filled with heavens reflections;
Barefoot-she walks this evening...
Unafraid of the shadows lurking...
Fearless abandon-carries her
Swept up by desires wanton flames;
A daughter-of the night she is...
Jewels of unadulterated beauty adorn her
As she slowly dissolves into
The total rapture of lusts longing call
Where the flesh knows no boundaries
And where Erotica makes its permanent home!
By: Theodora Onken
April 15,2012
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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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Verdicts~
Voices of truth always take notes
While judgements embrace their release
Mysteries of unknown origins
Move in this labyrinth, never to cease;
Margins of grey area's meet in the middle
Much as strangers of an unreal dream
Running naked with reckless abandon
Witnesses celebrate the fabric of life's torn seams;
A jury of peers comes back with a verdict:
It was a guiltless collision of minds
Set free to dance again, with the wind
Free-the unfathomed harbingers of crime! ;
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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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Awaiting June~~~
The mourning doves run rife through the Mimosa
While a deluge of California sun beats down
Everywhere is getting acquainted with somewhere
While the bougainvillea leave their fingerprints all around;
Messengers are still a little invisible-
As many a blind eye might attest--
Windows of Springtime sunsets prevail
Surviving the mountains out west;
The in between of the seasons is nearing...
Awaiting in the trails- is the sizzling of June-
Bathing itself in warmth, a bit early, is May
Impatient for that perfect Summer Moon;
So here's to the Seasons of flowers and the shore
The woodlands and mountains so high
Spectators to the greenhouses of seasons & mighty sea
Welcoming all with a most longing sigh;
Two seasons dancing together...
Near to the riverbanks are the Pheasant and Quail
Past experience has truly taught us
That Sun and Blue Sky oft' times prevail;
By: Theodora Onken
May 15,2012
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Broken Hearted Twice
The years are weighing me down most beloved
For i am but a shipwreck of a woman, my dear
Clinging to mid-lifes glorified Golden
Yet letting go of agony's bitter tears;
Looking through the windowpane of our life
Yellow fields-they oft' turn to pale green
Whispers from the winds of sweet surrender
Yet mistakes refuse to embellish my dreams;
Oh, oh, my most beloved
Am i now invisible to thine eye?
Do the Angels fear to tread near to me?
Or 'tis our re-union perhaps nigh?
Spheres of half-thought-half-spoken love words
Changed the course of Winters Arrows Of Ice
Tomorrow, oh tomorrow-what shall it bring-my darling?
In loving you-I am broken hearted...twice;
By: Theodora Onken
November 5,2011
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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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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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Goddess~
She comes to you in the ether-
With a come hither look light as the breeze
Awakening you from blessed slumber
She, the Goddess, brings you to your knees;
Oh so helpless you cry..
Your tears as rain drops fall
In utter worship you sing her praises
Utterly taken in by her siren call;
She comes to you as but a gentle whisper
Upon the nights darkened wings
Is she, indeed, a real Goddess?
Or the result of what sweet destiny brings?
'Hark, my beloved, my lady'
'Comest thou from ethers afar'
To dream of you again in sweet slumber
'Tis my ardent hope, my Venus, my star;
By, Theodora Onken
November 15,2012
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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
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