Crescent Moon

There is no light where they descended,
There is no future love to come;
The need has faded with the grey dead,
With lofty might a crescent outcome:
Moon!

You say it's nothing that you did,
For centuries reflecting sunlight.
You say it's nothing what you bleed
Yet berries find their air to breathe
Into the night..., into the night
They breathe.

The woods are silent as the secrets
Of moonlit crests and peaks of pine,
Along the path into the forest
Light walks the mountain man.

He strides in steps to meet the shadows
Of ancestral belief in life
With light that's carried in his heart he
Lits up the path for The Moon to shine.

Proud, tall reminder of her brother,
The lover she had never had!
Son of the Sun-Gods, lofty father
Of two girls and a growing man.

Wi...

The Vegan Style Pt. I

I couldn't hate this world of Yours more, 
What's there to learn that they are too goddamn important!? 
Oh, but I didn't know, I didn't know! 

I tried to avoid it, 'ate all that I could, 
Felt ill to the stomach! 
Outch, 
Now time to fast and heal! 

I even became a vegan, 
Oh, well, that went' so well!
Only some birds here started being inviting, delicious food I reject
Like an idiot of a vegan. 

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Let's have a little fun... The stylish teen-age trend in progress, feeling too awesome to bother for anyone's mean or simply stupid attacks. 

Never care too much for any "stupid neighbour". Just be yourself the one you need to be.

Faustated

I can't believe how much love you can bear, 
Faustrated needs exposed - powerfully expressed...
It hurt, It almost hurt but not my pride, 
My pride is good without it. 

Burning pride, vividly, poetically 
Too much love can be there where it cannot hurt;

I can't believe how much love you can bear, 
It hurt, perhaps too much or something else, 
 Not fond of this frustrated twisted romance and blossom of more waste....
What's wrong? Doesn't the world have enough gelee waters 
To choose from?

I can't believe how much love you can take... 
It's probably me, not willing to understand.

Sound of the familiar....

You didn't know that I was going to get this broken, 
All that you did was living your poor life in peace
and fights all too normal and fun,
You didn't know how the truth prepared for me was going to hurt us all... 
Oh, still you... you poor thing!

Despicable choices for me and my mind...
A life you wouldn't live...
There's nothing to be proud of, 
Why shouldn't I say a simple GoodBye!? 
I love your pride though! 
As usual, appreciating the great family...
Poured tears for your salad dressings!

Cup of Heavenly Light

Cup of Heavenly Light

'Robbing you of all your wisdom and knowledge,
All shared for that cruel humanity
Never to come back.


Never to come back to a pain
In their perfect shapes...
We like you as you aren't.


We always try to mold you,
We always have ideas to share with you... 
It's funny what we do...
Until we aren't what we really are.

War Field Poetry

Atrocities
In times of war
We Hunt and eat each other
Or fast and almost die of hunger, 
We watch the Ravens coming then
Tearing the flesh of carcasses,
Guiding the wolves and melting pain
Down with the blood
Atrocious sight
Painted.

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Shape Poetry inspired by "Legion of the Damned" by Sven Hassel

#frame #war #killing #blood #ravens #atrocities #hunger #misery #pain

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April 21, is World Poetry Day.

In Science it is said that everything starts with a question... there must be a question in ones head to determine them to explore more...a need, a crave for knowledge.

I propose a nice playful way to illustrate all beginnings of any study...
apples eggs fruit at your choice in a basket....
Feel free to fill in yours with what makes you happy and may you enjoy this kind of proposed abstract expression.

Happy WORLD POETRY DAY!

Pride waves encounter

With the waves a sea encounter
A spectre of eternal tides
Swallowing my hollowing pride

Fantasy

Fae tricksy games
Fantasy trip deadly

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Basically the same thing

I show you faith, 
                          You show me how wrong I AM,
I show you good intentions, 
                          I can go to hell with all of them. 
I show you kindness, 
                         Your pride tells me to go fuck myself.
I take responsibility for my action,
Hating my weaknesses, being too wrong, 
Accepting them, still being too wrong, thus unacceptable.
I show you my lost faith.... 
                                         restored.
I show you then even more...

I tell you lies you can happily live for,
With my stupid work you can make you...

Tramp restoration

Tramp trapped home
Disastrous feel
Need, struggle, work,
Liberty restored.

Go Go plans

Go there where you wanted to be,

Where your heart is,

Where you can find your happiness,

Where your soul matters,

Where you can feel free…

Go there where the sun can make you feel good

About your existence,

When the moon plays her sorrows with the finest grace,

Where the gifted are loved and not hated,

Where all promises won’t hurt.

Go there, where you deserve,

Go there, where you can handle all thing well,

Go there, where your soul matters!

Red Pants

"red pants
burning bottom
soft cream prescription."

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"Pantalonasi rosii foc
dos colorat
prescriem crema."

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"les pantalons rouges
quel bel cul ardent
douce crème prescrite."

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Haiku can be  Fun

Light Pour

Incandescence transfer block
Prism
Canopy of rainbow Tales.

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(Haiku inspiration, 8 words, 16syllables, light and sky theme.)

Lion Please

Lion Heart,
Please, don't tear my fleshly posessions with your sharp teeth, so fierce.
I know that you need to feed
And I know that the Great Romans want to have a good laugh, 
Satisfy their thirst for revenge, 
But why on me? 
I ask knowing that this is all wrong
And my Bones too dry for your throat.

Life reflection

Oceans of lusting life tide

Drop of clouds

Rippled show of consequence.

(7_3_7 haiku, 12 words, theme: reflections)

Seruproar

Loner of the planet

Where dreams give way to musing, 

Flemditation and Jarvoy, 

Living with Jhello made of peppers, hot, 

Loons scouring cobbled city streets

Frankenfood

Well treated with modelparse wine, 

Reflecserve chortling along in 

Hollogramorphing

phenoflutes; 

Plan to watch a mockumentary,

broken by the doorbell - 

A fairy telegram: 

Invite to brunch

From Trolly,

Best friend, the only,

One to teach me

How to use my spork. 

Glad to lose the smog of this morn,

I dress-up cheching the mirror: 

Great a fit of my suithalf.

(Portmanteau poem written at request.)

Issue sol

Drops of bright rain fall from the sky

As saviour issues warn the skies

Elements of darkness find their place in my mind,

Burning chalk and charcoal for a wish to live or die. 

Drained of my tears I wonder and doubt

That everything is going the way I desire,

The whole world wishes to be free

Of what pains their souls, their own spirits restless. 

A childish poem writing to you now, 

Feeling that there’s so much more to reveal through my words

It’s falling rain of sadness, draining the eyes of an angel

But I am almost comfortable with being this devil

I’ve become. 

Red silence, minding a duty to her king, 

Devilish appearance believing in a fight

For justice,

And just...

A heart of stone

It is morning breeze that awakes in you
All the beauty you were always capable of, 
All the joy and the hope, 
The invincible power of your soul
United with the spirit
Of the mighty and the strong, 
The Wise and the all-knowing,
Never loved 
But for what We're beholding.

A heart of stone you wanted, 
A heart of stone you were, 
Somebody looked for you
To tell you who they are. 

The heart of a lion, 
Fearless, empowered
With wisdom and wit, 
Knowing more than the human need.

Too much oven

Infection with love, dangerous,
Obsession to get cured,
Regret follows,
Trapped for there seems to be no way out of here,
Enjoy All your wars, all your sorrow.

Courage to live it, punished,
It is only for the chosen, those who fought,
Only everybody's fighting
For what they want.

Sweet and tenderly you came
To declare all your wishes,
My commands_

Making love powerful.

© All rights Reserved Theodora Oniceanu

Only a miracle

Sometimes we laugh and sometimes we cry

Enjoying our moments in wealth and good vibes

But there are those times when we get caught and despair,

Only a miracle can save us, dear friend,

                                                              from our poetry's tragical end. 

One night fully spent in the wake of long hours,

With thoughts streaming loud: You'll be mine,

Look what we've prepared for you!" 

The images moving in slow motion in waves,

Only a miracle can save us, good friend. 

Peaceful times disturbed, lust for life,

                                   ...

Whip of God

Lupine gathering
Bequeathed
Salacious opera
Your call faithful,
Howling at the moon _ not _ 
Taring my faulty soul apart. 

Thrown to the serpents a tigress,
Warrior-woman, a saint, 
Telling our stories, gracious,
Tales of the lost and found. 

Moment of cascading fang-riddles,
Truth of the hearts healing with poison, 
Through lacerations bleeding I share my collectables,
Fresh tears wept for a broken heart. 

A little place of heaven

A little place of heaven
To you those whom I love,
Your need not causing sorrow
To hearts of friends, 
Your family complete.

© All rights Reserved Theodora Oniceanu

Apple Rolls

What's this, mother? 
- I don't know, Let's discover!
What could be in this bag? 
- Oh, look, a pair of gloves and mistletoe! 
A Santa magic ball and two pine cones; 
three angels with flutes, a bow and Christmas balls. 
Oh, look! A heart and ginger bread...
And Apple Rolls! You remembered! 
the child jumps around joyously dancing
- You remembered! You remembered! 
- I sure did! 
The night is slowly falling, her cover of dark ink
Dolling. 

Blessed a night, 
With no fallacy snowflakes cover the grounds, 
The air touched
With white fairies, unique, caressing memoirs 
Pristine hearts. 

Blessed, the moon rises
Above pine trees and fir, at the pass of each cloud
Staring into the dark proud. 

The hour of kisses under mistletoe arrives. ...

Warbled Soul

Tune of sharp blades,
Voice of deep knowledge, truth delved
Disquieting the serious
Speaking the grim truth
I find myself in need
To change what's become of me; 
Despicable gallon, 
wily crooner. 

Tyranny: you like us small, 
For your pride to be greater the many must suffer,
You are superior,
Your time of grief ending soon
with broken disasters
Yielded to the world by candlelit audiences,
a trifle apologetic
outlining chastisement. 

If to love and be loved is that stupid then keep being an ignorant!

Part of my "Natural" collection,  © All rights Reserved Theodora Oniceanu

Heavy Light

Stuck in this sentence of two words you once spoke,
in a tongue I thought I should know
all secrets and meanings
then go...out there and explore
its factual beauties.
I struggle to become the whole I was shown
I can embrace and fight!...
~ I am having the beats of your light!
Now, while gathering the small bright particles of life,
I am making a promise to myself:
“I will keep this magic powder safe from the wrath
of the enemy inside!”
“-You go into fantasy! you go into that light!”
This reality’s darkness was making me mad!
You brought your love into this darkness of mine;
“I think I am the one who was right but felt wrong about it...
All ... this Time!”
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A word of caution,
A spirit in need for a holy distraction.
I don’t want to pay attention to every detail of my feelings towar...