The Hour of the Blue Man

By Theodora Oniceanu

Nature can be very giving and forgiving if love spins around and takes the heart to the levels of a more or less conscious feel of the energies around, reflecting itself into the minds and souls of believers. As love can be seen everywhere, in romantic moments sometimes happening in the middle of the streets or just as a manifestation of deep meanings shown by nature and the nature of things, so can passion be. The nature of the human heart and mind can be seen reflecting into "The Hour of the Blue Man", a collection of poems in which one can find a gathering of reflective thoughts and shows upon these subjects as I got to transpose and translate into words - and not only - in the past four years.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Theodora Oniceanu
• Release date: Jun 6, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463488331

Theodora Oniceanu

Theodora Oniceanu (born Lacatis) lives in a small town named Targu-Mures, situated close to the heart of Transylvania, Romania with her husband, her son and their cat. She followed the classes at the Faculty of Letters at the University of Petru Maior Transylvania and the ones on Sociology and Social Studies at the University of Spiru Haret, Bucharest. She is passionate about arts and crafts, she also loves sports, travelling and photography, enjoys good quality music and, of course, books. She's been writing since age nine, but with interruptions. Now she feels that she has the necessary time to dedicate good part of her life to writing.

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Written in the memory of my father.

The Hour

of

The Blue Man

By

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Theodora Oniceanu

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Spirits grow high,

His paintings catch the feelings

Of the mighty believers

Who died, for their lands.

Heroes are meant to be used

For a second rent

.In peace.

Rest

They’ll find

In the end.

Black Thorn of mine!

Where can I find

The rest for your spirit,

The growth of my humble existence,

The growth of this self of mine,

Requesting for learning and fun?

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Inside your thoughts 

She found two rods 

Of blooming love with ruby thorns

born out of bloods’

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They’re spiralling out his twisted eyes

While shadows keep their haunting down,

Imprisoned. 

Two candles light three windows up!

The church behind is bleeding out

The history of your Mighty God.

Beg Light!

Your thoughts, inside they matter,

Your feelings will be higher,

For her you matter.

Out of three twisted visions

Their eyes see clearer and clearer:

As shadows of black and white,

Imprisoned,

Break free,

Our spiralled thoughts light candles of hope

In hearts ready to embrace you.

Your thoughts inside-out worn,

The church behind bleeding

out

the history of your Mighty God.

Beg Light!

Looking for Significance: Traces of Crayons and Paint on the Wall

Voyaging scratches

Get-up from your feet,

You’re offering life with every move you make!

You’re giving a lifestyle

Imagined so far

By an elated spirit and a powerful mind!

There’s green and there are blues,

The crayons tell the news of some crimson, reds,

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