Treasure Island

Theodora (Theo) Onken

(Washington State)

((( More Ken 64-65)))


What a blissful beginning-
A journey not much past a mile...
Through many a windy road and mountain top...
To the deep set valleys of 'once in a while';

We started the journey together-
We three traveled just so far...
Dessertion came a calling...
I-no longer your shining star;

A fishing trip turned into moving-OUT
While you sent me away-ignorant-to play...
Bet you wished you were 'twenty one'-
Back in the day-that unholy day;

Inglewood Estates has housed you of late-
A most unique trailer park...
What a fitting final gift you have earned...
For your rather stormy spark;

Submitted: Thursday, May 13, 2010

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (((( More Ken 64-65))) by Theodora (Theo) Onken )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. A Dream Within A Dream
    Edgar Allan Poe

New Poems

  1. Like Jews Harps, Francie Lynch
  2. Inner Power, Col Muhamad Khalid Khan
  3. Start anew, gajanan mishra
  4. BACK TO SCHOOL, MOHAMMAD SKATI
  5. Melancholia (haiku), hap rochelle
  6. قصه ماه 1, ALI MOSLEHI
  7. life is fair........., RIC S. BASTASA
  8. when you are alone you become a thinker, RIC S. BASTASA
  9. all dirty clothes wrapped in cellophane, RIC S. BASTASA
  10. the way i want it, RIC S. BASTASA

Poem of the Day

poet Alfred Lord Tennyson

It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]