Bees Don’t Sting…

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Bees don’t sting –

for no-thing

but to protect them-

selves or the queen

they know if they do

sting you or i

they will surely die

committing suicide

kami-kaze, hara–kiri

and there’s the sting in the ta(i)le!

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©Denise G Allen, 09 May 2013 07:32

Earth Today

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Our earth ails, pales

deforestation rules –

trees ripped from the soil

while the desert encroaches

inch by scorched inch

leaving space in the race

for man-made rocks, structures

to house, plots to feed

ever-expanding populations

ugly erections pumping thick

black smoke into the air –

the air that we breathe –

ban cigarettes, but leave

toxic contaminants from exhausts

from chimneys made ever higher

sending pollution into space

ha! pretending that there’s

a difference in quality

and what goes up stays up

never comes down in air or rain

to be seen or breathed

again…

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©Denise G Allen, 07 May 2013 19:31

Refer to comment made on COP 18: http://theenergycollective.com/gail-tverberg/221536/reaching-limits-finite-world#comment-59536

Leaders

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leaders are needed

to lead from the front

doing their best for all mankind

but money is power

and power is god

calling the shots

and telling what’s what

promoting relations

and friends to the top

crony-ism thrives

there’s (dis)honour among thieves

elections are due

to be held next year

and will changes occur

in the voting majority

or will they follow the leader

like sheep to the slaughter

it remains to be seen

if the mass has matured

and is aware of the position

but really don’t care…

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©Denise G Allen, 07 May 2013 07:37

THE CELEBRATION

I am reposting this, my second poem, to draw attention to the following reblog from Maxi’s Comments. I am doing this because I see there is no ‘like’ feature and nor are there any tags to attract readers.

THE CELEBRATION
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Engrossed in a wild celebration of life,

Laughing and shouting, heads back to drink,

As the bottle is passed from one to another,

Joyous excitement with no time to think.

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Trees and shrubs and fences flash by,

A group on the corner takes shape and is gone.

Time stops for a moment that feels like a year.

The driver, in shock, cries, “What have I done?”

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How fast a life changes, in the blink of an eye.

How quickly a spark can be smothered and die.

How often we warn our loved ones, “Take care.”

Not knowing the danger that’s lurking out there.

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Photo and poem: © Denise G Allen, 20.05.2010

Dawning

Sunrise

Dawning
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Birthing, beginning, appearing, occurring,

Rays of light shining bright,

Sparks of perception,

Conception, in the night,

Comprehension, apprehension,

Understanding, awakening, insight

Emotions grow wider, softer

As we age, time spent intent

On introverted expansion,

And other dimensions,

Getting to the kernel of recognition

Of what makes us tick and others tock.

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Poem and Image: ©Denise G Allen, 04 May 2013 06:37

Twilight

Twilight

Twilight

Twi-light: twixt day and night

Where blue skies are coloured pink

And the dark slowly falls on all,

Blankets and subdues tints and hues

To blacks, greys and hints of blues.

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Poem and Image: ©Denise G Allen, 03 May 2013 07:05

Living Life

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We know we’re alive when we…

Feel the heartbeat, the throb and pulse of life,

The joy and pain, the sunshine and rain of life,

Squeeze the last drops to savour the flavour.

Living life, loving life…

The good and the bad, the happy and sad,

En-Courage others to do the same,

Inspire them to honour His name

And raise our spirit to a higher plane…

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©Denise G Allen, 01 May 2013 05:39

Whispers

Autumn Leaves

Whispers
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Golden leaves drift gently on the breeze

Whispering through the air, winter is near-

Ing, coldness is raising its fingers of ice,

Reaching, stroking, freezing the earth

And the leaves gather around on the ground

Mourning the mini-death, simulating sorrow

As if there’s no tomorrow, but most of us know

That all-Ready summer is on its way,

And winter’s stay is restrained, contained

To only a few months of the year where

We recover from summer’s unrelenting heat

And so the beat of life continues its circle

Round… and round… in an eternal revolving ring

Around the sun…

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©Denise G Allen, 29 April 2013 05:28
Photograph: Author with my cellphone during or pre 2010

Meanderings

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My mind meanders like a river

‘Cross polished stones and burnished sand

Feels the ripples of the water

Running o’er my burning hand

Where the sun has warmed my bloodstream

The liquid gently damps it down

And my fingers dribble slowly

Wash away my mental frown

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©Denise G Allen, 28 April 2013 05:55

Trees

Approach 1

Approach 2

*Edited

I thank you, God,
for giving me
the ability to see
such beauty in a tree.

Young Trees

Gardens

Mature Tree

Copyright: Poem and Photographs: Denise G Allen, 27 April 2013, 04:49