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A Week Away in the *Bundu

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A week away in the bundu ~

Heaven on Earth ~

Away from the DIS-ease

And DIS-order of CIVIL-isation,

The cultivation of sophistication

In nations, where evolution

Lags behind what man desires.

What was thought to be progress

Is, in fact, re-gression

And chemical compounds rule the way

In which our foods are grown ~

Animal and vegetable ~

DNA manipulated, cloned, all in the name

Of improvement; a few steps forward

And how many back? Gods in white coats

Seeking, questing what? Eternity?

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©Denise G Allen, 12 September 2014 11:23

*(the bundu)
(In South Africa and Zimbabwe) the wilds; a distant or wilderness region.

http://www.oxforddictionaries.com/definition/english/bundu


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Spring Shoots

Spring Shoots

Spring Shoots

Spring Shoots

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Bare brown branches with hardly a hint of green,

The smallest tint of jade seen in the shade

As the shadows lengthen and colours dissipate.

Darkness shrouds the trees and birds slowly cease

Their twitters. Only a lone owl can be heard

Breaking the soft silence with his call. Peace.

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©Denise G Allen, 10 September 2014 11:21


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Double Crossed

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a joyful crowd lined the way

along the busy streets;

no one guessed, no one knew,

that he would be dead,

nailed to a cross,

before the end of day.

a carpet of palm leaves

strewed the path

while the people laughed and cheered.

(how easily are they swayed?)

tricked, trapped, betrayed,

his spotless life exchanged

for that of a common criminal,

scourged, cursed by his people,

he bowed to the will of his father

to bring us his message of love

on that hill named golgotha.

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©Denise G Allen, 09 September 2014 07:06


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The Pink Daisy

The Pink Daisy

The Pink Daisy

The Pink Daisy

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Walking in the misty morn,

The world around me sleeping still,

The birthing sun tints the sky

With beauty from another realm ~

Rosy posies, red and gold

Glorious splendour to behold ~

And then from the corner of my eye

I spied a speck, a spot of purest pink.

Along the grass-edged path it lay

Neglected, withering even as I gazed;

‘tis since recovered with pride of place

At home among my simple flowers

Rooted well in ecstasy

With flowering blossoms for all to see

Its happiness in being saved.

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©Denise G Allen, 06 September 2014 08:21

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