Theodora (Theo) Onken Poems

Juxtaposed into position-
I ride the rails of memory...
Train of thought moves me on down the line-
The tracks of yesterday rolling on...
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Morning has broken- -
Autumn did speak...
'Hope that i am everything
that your Summer Soul seeks';
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Creme-de-la-Creme
Soup de Jour
A trayful of nibbles-to bite
Party favors and
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A cistern of bitter dreams came calling
Contained in a liquid misery from the Niagra snow
Not melted naturally by the suns teeming rays
Blanketing me from the swift wind that blows;
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Mountains erupt from the Mediterranean
Pastel buildings cascade down their side
Architecture and the sea acts as prisms
Creating a: kissed by the sun- spectrum of delight;
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Could Jane Austen really have been a victim of Emerald Green? *
Or the workings of a homicidal maniac to say the least?
A blood-thirsty demon with ice water in his veins?
A true psychopath-preparing a virtual feast? ;
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For her waxing poetic has become more & more difficult...
Absent are her oft' cloying sentiments...
Blatent truths are staring her in the face
The lines of her notebook mock her now;
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This starless night breaks open -once again-
Through a cumbersome chilled breeze...
My windowsill 'tis laced with ice chips
And glazed-frozen branches are left upon the trees;
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He was a Prince of the sparrows
Spreading his wings e'er so proud
Dauntless in his flight-yes daring...
At his best, when high in the clouds;
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Lavender inspiration guides me...
Through orchards and vineyards grown
Revitalizing my inner essence
Blessing the Lavender-Blue sown;
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