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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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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Before You~
Before your big brown eyes
My green eyes were always blue
Before the warmth of your arms
The cold of Seattle was all that i knew;
Before your great big Texas smile
That melted my beleagured heart
All that i knew were faces of sorrow
And moments that tore me apart;
Today, at home in your brown eyes
You make my green eyes just glow
At home in the warmth of your arms
Forgotten, 'tis the cold of Seattle of so long ago;
By: Theodora Onken
June 29,2012
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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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Owen's Street~
Today, basking in the bright sunshine of Texas
Upon this late November day, i feel complete
Embracing hearth and home ever so deeply
Right here, in my home on Owen's Street;
I know, i know, i could have lived in Dallas
Or even in Dorothy's Kansas or Jesting Oklahoma
But, i choose Coolidge as my home sweet home
Although sometimes, i do long to be in Roma;
But all kidding aside, my friends and foe
I do digress, way, way too much
For it is so true, as i, was once without a clue
On this bright November day, i am at last completely in touch;
By: Theodora Onken
November 24,2012
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Hand Of God
Inebriated by your eyes
I play hide and seek with your face
'Tis it but folly that has taken hold of me?
Or 'tis it tempered by God's Loving Grace?
Intoxication overtakes my judgement
As, i am baptized by your eyes
Offering up-a sacred concecration
Bliss coming 'neath cathedral skies;
The communion of our souls 'tis at the ready
Joined by Divine Intervention?
Joyful in the realm of Heavens Ecstasy
Surely this must be-God's Benediction! ;
By, Theodora Onken November 8,2011
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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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Nineteen-Sixty-Three
Roses are Red
The Sea is Blue
June comes next
With another clue;
Words are said
The Garland is new
Eyesight is correct
Junes covered in dew;
Friendships are dead
Over what a todo
Answers from tests
Shine on the stew;
Secrets kept in ones head
Come back to bite you
My June is truly blessed
For we know whats true;
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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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Ring Them Bells
Ring them bells yea heathen from the city that dreams
Ring them bells from the sanctuaries cross the valleys and streams
For they're deep and they're wide
And the world's on it's side
And time is running backwards and so is the bride
Ring them bells
Ring them bells
Ring them bells
Ring them bells!
Ring them bells Saint Peter where the four winds blow
Ring them bells with an iron hand so the people will know
That the rush hour is now on the wheel and the plow and the sun is going down upon the sacred cow
Ring them bells
Ring them bells
Ring them bells
Ring them bells
Ring them bells Saint Martha for the poor man's son
Ring them bells so the world will know that God is one
For the shepherd is asleep where the willows weep
And the mountains are filled with little lost sheep
Ring them bells for the blind and the deaf
Ring them bells for all of us who are left
Ring them bells for the chosen few who would judge the many when the game is through
Ring them bells for the time that flies
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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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Morning Whispers
The morning whispers-
Your name in my ear...
While the Sun beams inflections-
Of reality that are now crystal clear;
Wrapped in my comforter...
Snuggled in thoughts of yesterday...
Alone 'neath my covers...
On this solitary day;
Longing comes calling...
As you are in my mind...
You are no longer a negative-unheard-
For the Sun has been kind;
For so long i walked in ignorance...
In darkness with nary a word from you...
Today the Sun whispered reality to me-
And not to my surprise: Its Golden and Untrue;
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The Essence
June 22,2010
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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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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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Snake In The Grass
We do not know your method...
As of yet, it is unclear
Like a snake in the grass, you move
Filling us full of crap, my dear! ! ! !
Can feel it, when under the influence...
As the blood pressure truly soars
Heart beat is rapid and irregular
Yet you continue on with more and more;
How many trips to the doctor will it take?
How many tests on our food and drink?
What will it take to make you stop?
If you have a conscience-what do you think?
Call it whatever you want but its criminal
For now we will just call it crack cocaine
And WE WILL get the proof that is needed...
Even if, this all causes a world of pain;
What is it that you are after?
Because you have achieved at making people ill
Were you hired by Mr. West Coast-Boston?
Or are you just out for the thrill of the kill?
By, Theodora Onken
A write about the illegal spiking of ones
Food or drink with drugs that kill...
Premeditated Homicide In The Making
An ongoing problem-A Reality
By, Theodora Onken
February 28,2012
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Broken
Forgiveness comes at a cost
An ocean of tear filled days
Entwined in the banners of once love
Fighting battles of our tired ways;
Stars of truth are left to remember
As footprints of yet another time
Reflecting the bleeding Rose of broken love
And the theater where you were once mine;
Unfolding now- all of the years
Swollen in lost loves bitter refrain
Anguish knows no other words
As sorrow remembers only the pain;
By: Theodora Onken
April 7,2012
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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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Now And Then
It's a sweet mystery of life...
How you decrease the distance
Between two points
By swallowing my smiles
Devouring my words
Sparking endorphins
Coaxing bits of sensuality
Out of thin air
Then handing them to me
With love
Suddenly
Life tastes sweeter...
December 1,2011
By: Theodora (Theo) Onken
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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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Cinnamon Girl~~
Shadows cry in loneliness this day...
As dusk peeks in, for but a short while
No sanctuary for the immigrants of noon-just yet
Soon darkness arrives with no denial;
Barriers border the paths of WRONG now...
Misdeeds legs are sore, cold and bare-
Exhausted from their fugitive life
Feeding on crumbs of self earned despair;
Foolish actions with no conscience made
'Neath the once secure blanket of night
Comes back to haunt the greedy and proud-
Abandoned now, from goodness's sight;
The moon and it's infinite light...
Shines upon the once hidden pathways of crime
Deciphered are the hieroglyphs of the: 'Cinnamon Girl'
Answers arrive at the Aurora of: Daylight Saving Time;
By: Theodora Onken
May 15,2012
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Dressed In Spring
Bouquets of lavender and babys breath-
'Neath a warming tangerine Spring sun-
'Tis the Vernal Equinox rising...
Blossoming and blooming 'til day is done;
Daffodils and crocus-they come calling-
While tulips accent with a magnificient coloured hue-
'Tis a dazzling display long before May...
'Neath Spring skies of soft baby blue;
Come hither, my beloved, come hither...
Hold me now, for i am your Yellow Rose-
I have been waiting so long-it cannot be wrong-
You can find me where the sweet Heather grows;
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