Theodora (Theo) Onken Poems

The first flush of Spring arrives
Tinted with fuchsia infection
Opening to fresh new attitudes
Where, as a gem, lily white brillances shines
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Trapped in the alley ways of yesterday--
Sheets of fog cover up my flaws...
Protected by the Winter of Cold Indifference--
Where doubt and fear once bore their ugly claws;
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Hiding in the shadows-
Are The Casino's
Painting a Neon Desert Sight
...In search of that
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Pre-heated before due time-
Pre-cooked for convenience sake-
Pre-mixed with Spices of Spring-
Pre-seasoned before the bake-
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The wind blows pure- unpolluted...

My blinking eyes see signs of Grace...
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You have humbled me-
Groveling for any stone
To throw;
Pebbles of yesteredays-
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I am like the left over stew
You know-from the day before?
My flavor has become deeper
But who really wants more?
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Tangerine coloured lights shine only
As they entertain cameras to a visual scene...
Gone are the skyscraper trees and their nimble branches
Of a most free flowing evergreen...
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I remember you from yesterday
Your warm smile and baby blue eyes
I remember the touch of your hand
And how when you left me, i cried;
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In Seattle one could count on it!
Barometric pressure falling daily...
With the probalbility of rain-
Oft' times morphing into a steady drizzle
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