Earning His Angel Wings? (In The Forbidden Grass) Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken

The 'underhanded' computer science student
Seems busy 'twice tapping' his way to the top
All the while marking out other's

His clandestine moves - discovered...
Upon the backstairs
And down the corridor's
To the 'hush-hush room
Of 'Stealth'

Where the 'cut-throat'
'Non-Spiritual' traitor's
Bask in their...
'Ill Begotten Wealth'! ! !


By, Theodora Onken

February 4,2016

Dedicated to: A newer model grey pickup - ( Shawn L. Richardson) it's trash (An old chair, paint cans, varnish, an angel head) , left thrown out - with an empty garbage can tipped over; Also, to old paint/varnish rags, old torn down fence, an old bed frame, left behind our fence. Also to criminal- purpose, 'liberty', and the Mad Man - Joe.

With a special thanks to those who are informed.May God Bless You!