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
poem by Theodora Onken
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The Vacation~
Traveling was, indeed, in their plans...
To meet somewhere in the MIDDLE safe and sound
So sure that they had all of their bases covered
So sure that it was their secret, travel bound;
Getting together to rehash their plans...
Sharing the negatives upon their plate...
It was iffy at best, their greedy quest
Being kept a secret, not their fate;
For November came in like a flash bulb!
With photo's electric passed all around...
Offering 'proof of the pudding'-their conspiracy...
Two deadly 'Hit People' Found;
It's never really been a secret...!
As there have always been spies
Who were just waiting, biding their time...
At last, the two, seen with spy eyes;
By: Theodora Onken
November 9,2012
poem by Theodora Onken
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Its Never Too Late
(d. hartman)
Get the message
Oh, its never too late
Get the message
Oh, its never too late
Its never too late
To try and reach for your desires
Even when your luck is down
You still got chances of turning around
Get the message
Oh, its never too late
Get the message
Oh, its never too late
Get the message
Oh, its never too late
Its never too late
To hold the power in your hands (power in your hands)
You will find a good, good feeling
Makin new plans and starting again
Its never too late
No, its never too late
No, its never too late no, no, no, no
No, its never too late
No, its never too late
No, its never too late
Its never too late
Time keeps changin everything
Sometimes tearin down
The treasures that it brings
Ever strong
Youll make it through
The secret lies in knowing
That its up to you
Say it with me now
Get the message
Oh, its never too late
Get the message
Oh, its never too late
We got the time
Theres no doubt in my mind
That its never too late
Get the message
Oh, its never too late
Get the message
Oh, its never too late
Get the message
Oh, its never too late
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Her Man
(kent m. robbins)
Im gonna change my ways of doin things around here
Im turning over a new leaf ,gonna get my self in gear
cause Ive got a women whos better then most,
And Ive made a mess of her plans
Starting today ,all Im gonna be is her man
cause Ive been a wild catter, and a go-go getter
Been an s.o.b. right down to the letter
Ive had misadventures, Ive even got pictures
Im even more than I can stand
But startin' today, all Im gonna be is her man
Im gonna give it all back, cause all Ive done is take
Well Ive put her on the back burner while I was out on the make
But Ive got a woman whos good enough to give me
A second chance again
And startin' today, all Im gonna be is her man
cause Ive been a wild catter, and a go-go getter
Been an s.o.b. right down to the letter
Ive had misadventures, Ive even got pictures
Im even more than I can stand
But startin' today, all Im gonna be is her man
Im a little bit late but Im wisin' up
Now Im takin' her by the hand
And startin' today, all Im gonna be is her man
song performed by by Gary Allan
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Goodwill Store
Im on the edge of my seat
In the soup of my soul
In the center of time
Im in a sentimental role
Youre a stranger of mine
And Im a stranger of yours
But I seen you in the window
At the goodwill store
And I seen you in the window
At the goodwill store
Seen you in the window
At the goodwill store
Honey, open up
You dont need to shut down
Cause were gonna blow the hell
Outta this town
I got these really cool boots
That zip up the side
With a little bit of fur
On the naga hide
And you found a metal
From the vietnam war
And I seen you in the window
At the goodwill store
And I seen you in the window
At the goodwill store
Seen you in the window
At the goodwill store
Honey, open up
You dont need to shut down
Cause were gonna blow the hell
Outta this town
And theres a lutheran lady
With blueish hair
Well show you to the drawer
Of underwear
And Im wondering if
This camera really works
And then I meet your eyes
Near the fifty-cent shirts
And I seen you in the window
At the goodwill store
Seen you in the window
At the goodwill store
Honey, open up
You dont need to shut down
Cause were gonna blow the hell
Outta this town
And you find boxers
With little blue sheep
And I find a tutu
I can finally keep
If weve been here once
You know weve been here before
And I seen you in the window
At the goodwill store
Well wear what you want to
And wear it with pride
Cause its a big, bad, cold, hard
World outside
And when youre burned out
Heart sick and sore
We can sit down on the sofa
At the goodwill store
And I seen you in the window
At the goodwill store
Seen you in the window
At the goodwill store
Honey, open up
You dont need to shut down
Cause were gonna blow the hell
Outta this town
Im on the edge of my seat
In the soup of my soul
In the center of time
Im in a sentimental role
song performed by by Jewel
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Not A Poem
It's flush left,
The first letter
In each line is
Capitalized, and
I use a simile, but
It's more police report
Than poem.
At just past 7 a.m.,
On a Saturday,
My father slapped my face.
He slapped my face
Because I didn't eat
The scrambled eggs he made.
It was easy for him to slap my face
Because it reminded him
Of the people he hated.
He hated my face.
He slapped my face so hard that
My heart stopped beating,
I stopped breathing, my eyes
Bounced around in their sockets, and
My cheek was pushed hard
And deep into the empty space
Where a tooth was.
Then he quickly went back up to his room,
He was always going back up to his room,
And he slammed the door.
My face was numb, my arms went limp
And my legs buckled. I watched
The squares on the kitchen floor go up
And down. The bicyclists
On the wallpaper moved.
My heart became bloated with sadness.
More than ever before.
It dropped, like a water balloon
Falling to the sidewalk
From a second story window
With a never ending anticipation
Of destruction.
poem by Francis Santaquilani
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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
poem by Theodora Onken
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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
poem by Theodora Onken
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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
poem by Theodora Onken
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While He Sleeps
While he sleeps
The cricket sounds it's chord's
Outside 'neath our window
Where our lily's are responding
To the rainy mist & summer warmth;
While he sleeps
Within the windowpane of his dreams
I trace my index finger
'Cross his soft cheek
Just barely touching
Not wanting to awaken him
Here in the benediction of our loving bed;
Where imagination and fantasy take flight
Upon Heavenly wings of delight
Where sweet slumber offers such blessed repose
Where i tremble with the knowledge
Of just how much i love him
Where i am filled with knowing
That an eternity of loving him
Can never be enough
All of this comes to me
While he sleeps
By: Theodora Onken
July 29,2012
poem by Theodora Onken
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Desserts Anyone?
Alarms fire back...
Splat!
Landing square in your face;
While nightingales sing dirges-
Of never to be...
Aghost long tucked away...
Reappears again
Pointing guilty fingers
Towards YOU;
You so arrogant and sure
Are ruffled;
Your feathers are everywhere;
Taken by surprise
Were your decitful eyes...
While wearing a mask to cover your lies...
Exposed now in the worlds light--
Too brillant and much too bright--
Adenaline prepares you to fight---
Rebounding evil back to you...
A boomerang of 'just desserts'
Come right on through--
Its a backfire you cannnot undo;
For My: Golden Rule
June 13,2010
poem by Theodora Onken
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Hes A Go Getter
Hes a go getter, go getter
When his wife gets off from work, hell go get her
Now Ive got a neighbor that lives down the road a ways
His wife holds down a steady job, he dont turn his hand all day
I know that most of you will know the kind Im talkin about
The kind that rather than have to work, hed rather do without
But hes a go getter, a go getter
When his wife gets off from work, hell go get her
Theres a group of men in the court house yard any time that you go by
Playin checkers and tradin odds and makin jokes about their wives
They wait all week for pay day and they hold the moneys plenty
And the wife thats worked those long hard hours never gets a penny
But hes a go getter, a go getter
When his wife gets off from work, hell go get her
Yes hes a go getter, a go getter
When his wife gets off from work, hell go get her
Hes a go getter, a go getter
When his wife gets off from work, hell go get her
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Love On Deck
Some days I am a loaded gun
It takes naught but a light touch to bring me undone
Some days the darkness within,
My friendly enemy
She smiles and she winks:
Enticing me with fiery eyes,
Contaminating my truth with her brazen lies.
Don't you think this situation stinks?
What you wannna do?
What you gonna do?
Act crazy:
Tell them where the hell to go,
What the f***ck to do.
Maybe a Fight? Rip her hair out: bash his head in
But the police will knock at my door.
Can't pay no attorney; you see I am very poor.
So I will play it cool.
What? walk away, then feel like a fool?
But who will take my baby girl to school?
What do I say to my mom + dad
When I look into eyes that I have made sad
Come on you know what to do?
But Love is the word, my safety.
Then the rage expires ever so swiftly.
I smile, the darkness within kept in check.
Nope: wont go there, Love on deck.
poem by Monciana Edmondson
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Solar Wake
Day awoke with a lazy yawn
But with nary a delay
Greeted the rain as it gently fell
Upon this Green Leaf World we call today;
So ready to complete its hours
While the rain continued in degrees
Glistening upon the Peony- moist
And the saddened Willow Trees;
As the day woud have it-flourishing
It grew more and more alert
Opening up to a certain sorrow shed
As the time flies- away from all hurt;
At last-the sky clears its weary clouds
Thereby chasing the grey away
But the wisdom of this changeable day
Has asked the Sun to come out and play;
November 21,2011
By: Theodora (Theo) Onken
poem by Theodora Onken
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F: Being A Fool In Your Eyes
Watching the new release
of Pride And Prejudice
once again struck by
the restrictions
placed on people back then
the strict self-discipline
the eyes were the only
means to convey
deeper feelings
And I cried
because of your eyes
and mine
conveying an angry message
all too often – whenever
your routine is upset
your face turns into stone
with the coldest eyes
And the tears
I feel welling up
are not allowed
to show on my face
not to appear
a fool
in your
eyes…
poem by Margaret Alice
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The Star outside my window
It was late
I couldn't sleep
The moon lit night was seaping through my window seam
i quietly rolled over on my tummy
as i gazed out at the starry night
i felt so small and weak looking at the millions of stars
just then one star caught my eyes
It was the biggest most spectacular star in the sky
at first i thought it couldn't possibly be a star
i sat still for minutes staring at it
it didn't move
not once
so i closed my eyes in the dead of night
and carefully made my wish to the star outside my fogged up window
i layed back down my eyes blinking shut
a smile on my face
i fell asleep with the sweet though that it might actually come true
that star still shines outside my window every night
my wish never came true
poem by Deja Noelle Rupp
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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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~ Target ~
As if colliding in a causeway of disbelief
Today, betrayal showed her ugly face
In the daylight of myself alone and falling
I am forced to examine your undeserved grace;
Panic had nearly forced my hand, yesterday
On the who, what, when and where stage
Your life ROLES are real mood shakers
Bringing forth in me, a silent rage;
You are turning out to be my winter of undoing
In a world where my faith had again to begin to grow
Chilled to the marrow of my bone by icicle. slicing
Closing my VOICE as your night wind begins to blow;
You are not my cup of coffee
She is not my freckled-orange haired amazon friend
The two of you truly deserve one another
I will not be your means to an ends;
By, Theodora Onken
December 3,2012
poem by Theodora Onken
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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
poem by Theodora Onken
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Only Time Will Tell
[transcribed by chris w]
Only time will tell
By: jimmy buffett
1996
Scales and clocks just cant be trusted
Keys and locks are destined to be busted
Metaphors were never made for keeping score
And Im feeling for the sound of time
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Is it the answer or just a suggestion
Is love what we truly want or merely a protection
Is this music made to last or crumble like a shell
Is there heaven here on earth or is this really hell
Only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong
Only time will tell is there a message in this song
Will it ever make sense will it ever ring a bell
Only time will tell
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Are we destined to be ruled by a bunch of old white men
Who compare the world to football and are programmed to defend
Id like to try a princess or a non-terrestrial
Who is neither boast nor bashful is there really such a girl
Only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong
Only time will tell is there a message in this song
Will it ever make sense will it ever ring a bell
Only time will tell
I woke up this morning feeling absolutely grand
For nearly half a century Ive been singing in a band
Id like to think Ill make it to two thousand and one
Will the party be at my house God I wonder who will come
Only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong
Only time will tell is there a message in this song
Will it ever make sense will it ever ring a bell
Only time will tell
Only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong
Only time will tell is there a message in this song
Will it ever make sense on this crazy carousel
Only time will tell
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Only time will tell
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Tuesday Morning
Too many sad days
Too many tuesday mornings
I thought of you today
I wished it was yesterday morning
I thought of you today
I dreamt you were dressed in mourning
But I knew that you
With your heart beating
And your eyes shining
Would be dreaming of me
Lying with you
On a tuesday morning
I fell through the window
And I found that I was still breathing
I thought of tomorrow
And the fear that you might leave me
I thought of tomorrow
And I wished it was monday morning
But I knew that you
With your heart beating
And your eyes shining
Would be dreaming of me
Lying with you
On a tuesday morning
Turn your face from me
And I will cover myself with sorrow
Bring hell down upon me
I will surrender my heart to sorrow
Bring hell down upon me
And I will say goodbye tomorrow
But I knew that you
With your heart beating
And your eyes shining
Would be dreaming of me
Lying with you
On a tuesday morning
song performed by by Pogues
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