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
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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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The Secret Life Of Arabia
The secret life of arabia
Secret secrets never seen
Secret secrets ever green
I was running at the speed of life
Through mornings thoughts and fantasies
Then I saw your eyes at the cross fades
Secret secrets never seen
Secret secrets ever green
The secret life of arabia
Never here never seen
Secret life ever green
The secret life of arabia
You must see the movie the sand in my eyes
I walk through a desert song when the heroine dies
Arabia (secret secret)
Arabia (secret)
Arabia (secret secret)
Arabia
Arabia (secret secret)
Arabia
Arabia (secret secret)
Arabia
Arabia (secret secret)
Arabia
Arabia (secret secret)
The secret life of arabia
Never here never seen
Secret life ever green
song performed by by David Bowie
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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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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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Moonshine & Things Divine~
Come lazy day moonshine...
Ima risin' upon the rollin' river long
Collectin' moments of sunshine on it's banks
Singin' me a happy days song;
Country winds they are a callin'
Blowin' deep from the rural west
Old highways are laid out in ribbon's
Promisin' destinations quest-the best;
Comin' lazy day moonshine...
Drinkin' that lightenin' strong brew
Comin', yah, ima comin' down this windy road
Yah, ima comin, yah comin' home to you;
By, Theodora Onken
November 23,2012
poem by Theodora Onken
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Mo0nshine & Things Divine~
Come lazy day moonshine...
Ima risin' upon the rollin' river long
Collectin' moments of sunshine on it's banks
Singin' me a happy days song;
Country winds they are a callin'
Blowin' deep from the rural west
Old highways are laid out in ribbon's
Promisin' destinations quest-the best;
Comin' lazy day moonshine...
Drinkin' that lightenin' strong brew
Comin', yah, ima comin' down this windy road
Yah, ima comin, yah comin' home to you;
By, Theodora Onken
November 23,2012
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Men who have reached and passed 45, have a look as if waiting for the secret of the other world, and as if they were perfectly sure of having found out the secret of this.
quote by Benjamin Haydon
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Men who have reached and passed forty-five, have a look as if waiting for the secret of the other world, and as if they were perfectly sure of having found out the secret of this.
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The Fly
It's no secret that the stars are falling from the sky
It's no secret that our world is in darkness tonight
They say the sun is sometimes eclipsed by a moon}
Y' know I don't see you when she walks in the room
It's no secret that a friend is someone who lets you help
It's no secret that a liar won't believe anyone else
They say a secret is something you tell another person
So I'm telling you... child
Low Voice:
A man will beg
A man will craw
On the sheer face of love
Like a fly on a wall
It's no secret at all
It's no secret that a conscience can sometimes be a pest
It's no secret ambition bites the nails of success
Every artist is a cannibal
song performed by by U2
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In the spirit of Rumi - 23
I asked My Beloved
How may I know the secret
of being a perfect Sufi,
insan al-kamil,
a perfect Friend of God?
My Beloved said
You will never in your life be sure;
and that is just how it should be;
that way, you will be safe in Me;
instead, seek always where My secret might be found:
as you walk, look closely at all of nature;
every flower, every tree, every lake, every cloud,
every bird, every animal;
look closely at them, to see
if they hold My secret;
as you walk down the street,
look into the eyes of each human being
to see if they know My secret in their heart;
listen to every sound and every word
in case My secret hides within them;
or in the scent of roses, or in the taste of food;
go to sleep with this question on your lips,
wake with this question in your mind;
and though you will never find the answer,
one day the question shall cease to be a question
and become the song which you have always known.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Secret Heart
Thanks to [email protected] for these lyrics.
Secret heart what are you made of?
What are you so afraid of?
Could it be three simple words
Or the fear of being overheard
What's wrong?
Let her in on your secret heart
Secret heart, why so mysterious?
Why so secret, why so serious?
Maybe you're just acting tough
Maybe you're just not bad enough
What's wrong?
Let her in on your secret heart
(Bridge) 2x
This very secret you're trying to conceal
Is the very same one you're dying to reveal
Go tell her how you feel
Secret heart come out and share it
This loneliness, few can bear it
Could it have something to do with
Admitting that you just can't
Go through it alone?
Let her in on your secret heart
Let her in on your secret heart
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Will Future Torture Or Enrapture?
Future is unknown
Nothing about it is shown
And so future we do not own
So confusion has grown
Now we may plan
But, God may ban
We may think we can
But God is superior to man
We can never predict
As fate will contradict
Through a different verdict
But, God, we cannot indict
Future is a guarded secret
Which may give a regret
Or success we may get
None can know it, I bet
For future if we carefully save
We will not be poverty's slave
We will not maroon in worry-wave
We can in life very boldly behave
If our plans have loopholes
We will have dolorous souls
Will be perforated our goals
Our losses, the World condoles
Plans can be for future made
With the hope of getting shade
All our duties we must not evade
Real grit must be by us displayed
Future is surely an uncertainty
It may give calamity or equanimity
Hoping has got an excellent utility
Future is safe via a sterling quality
Future will become excellent
If using of present is intelligent
Better to be in life boldly nonchalant
Calmly waiting is in itself a fine talent
As a secret let future remain
Let us postpone our pain
If it becomes a gain
We will feel immensely fine
poem by Mailrangam Visvanathan Venkataraman
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Time~
Time waits for no one
Tick tocking itself along
Even measured seconds
Morphing into minutes
Minutes into hours
Into days, months
And, yes years;
Where did it all?
Down the drain?
Much like the water
Draining in the sink...
This sink that we call life
This sink that once held it all...
The sink, my sink, once full now empty
Down the drain
Kind of like my life;
By, Theodora Onken
November 15,2012
poem by Theodora Onken
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A Plan...
in bed the rich
and old couple is preoccupied with
their plans for
their death and
discussions on who should be heir
is finalized
meanwhile those outside the house
pretending to clean this and
that are thinking too plainly about
burial and
claims
they have also secret plans
of their own
because their own respective futures are
waiting
like someone without any backpack
at the train station
heading to the fun promised by the big city
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Making Plans
Monday morning - Nine O'clock - coffee going cold
Just sitting here thinking about our plans for growing old
We dreamed that we would travel more to places never seen
We’d take long walks along the beach and watch the waves roll in
We'd stroll back to our little home flower garden - picket fence
Then my thoughts return to now and nothing's making sense
All those years of making plans and waiting for the day
When we would start enjoying life - it all just slips away
Last weekend we had dinner out – did chores 'cause we were off
Sunday morning I went to church - you played a round of golf
I'm trying to remember now - what was it that we said -
Memories and so much more are spinning in my head
You said, 'Honey, what time is dinner', and, 'Don't worry if I'm late -
Oh, and just-in-case I meet a friend, Could you set an extra plate? '
You put your arms around me and looked into my eyes
We never ever - ever dreamed that’d be our last goodbye
All those years of making plans and waiting for the day
When we'd spend time together - it all just slips away
The table was set for three, the cooking was all done
There was nothing left to do but watch the setting sun
Just moments after darkness fell – someone at the door
A man in blue was telling me you won't be home anymore
All those years of making plans and waiting for the day
When we would start enjoying life - it all just slips away
All those years of making plans and waiting for the day
When we'd spend time together - it all just slips away
-Monday evening - Nine O'clock - Got through my first day
And just like all those plans we made - time just slipped away
song lyrics - 2004
poem by Marquita Lawson
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Mrs. Sibley
The secret of the stars, -- gravitation.
The secret of the earth, -- layers of rock.
The secret of the soil, -- to receive seed.
The secret of the seed, -- the germ.
The secret of man, -- the sower.
The secret of woman, -- the soil.
My secret: Under a mound that you shall never find.
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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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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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
poem by Theodora Onken
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No Secret Friend
I have a secret friend
No it's not what you think
My friend's not a secret
Nor is the secrets he keeps
You see he keeps his heart
On the table with me
But the rest of the world
It's secrets they see
My no secret friend
wears a joker's mask
But I can see the truth
the real, the past
My no secret friend says
his intentions are true
My no secret friend says
he has feelings for me
Does my no secret friend
have secret desires
Time will tell but till then
this moment is ours
poem by Patti Wilburn
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Secret Service
You don't mind giving in to temptation as long as no one knows
Your midnight invitation where your madness flows
Fires of passion rage all night angels falling out of the light
Control undercover you can paralyze
Every love is one more victim they never realize
All their desires burn like a fever
They want to run but they just can't leave her
Secret Service Secret Service
Do they know how you scream
Secret Service passion - hunger
Do they know how you scream
I should have seen through her disguise she was a masquerade
Cold kiss hungry eyes then she began to fade
Feeling lost I want to be found
Heaven's in hell DON'T LOOK DOWN
Secret Service Secret Service
Do they know how you scream
Secret Service Secret Service
Do they know how you cry, can they see your dreams
Have they heard you sigh
Or do you save it all for me in your SECRET SERVICE
song performed by by Kansas
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