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Clouds

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They sail on high and fill the sky

With shapes asunder, large and small,

Harbingers of rain, or thunder,

Giving relief to the thirsty earth.

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They move without a single sound

As shadows creep across the ground,

Separating, pooling, as the wind blows,

Journeying as far and wide as the sky goes.

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©Denise G Allen, 24 July 2014 09:41


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Sunday

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Dong….. dong….. dong…..
In the distance of my mind
I hear the church bells ringing
Dong….. dong….. dong…..
The deep melodic tone, calling, calling
Mellow, hollow, resounding
In memory’s echo chamber

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Hurry, scurry, we can’t be late
Children stumble at a half-run
Biggest in front, smallest behind
One on a bicycle drags his foot
Slowing himself in order to wait
While the last little boy kicks stones
On the ground with his boot

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Dong….. dong….. dong…..
In the distance of my mind
I hear the church bells ringing
Dong….. dong….. dong…..
The deep melodic tone, calling, calling
Mellow, hollow, resounding
In memory’s echo chamber

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©Denise G Allen, 22 July 2014 07:27


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Pigeon Pair

Pigeon Pair

Pigeon Pair

Pigeon Pair

Is it true that birds mate for life
one mate, one life…
pigeons have always fascinated me
their antics captivated me
such variations in colour
but they often seem to choose
a mirror image of themselves
with a one-time exception that i saw
one black and one white (part fantail)
always together ~ no interest in another
black so attentive, captivated
intrigued, mesmerised, hypnotised
grooming her endlessly
they were seen each day for weeks
constant companions
and then they were gone
unseen for more than a year
I wonder where…

©Denise G Allen, 17 July 2014 07:54


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God’s Window

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Looking through God’s window
At the earth below
Wide-eyed at the beauty
Lost to man’s neglected duty
Sorrow for the morrow
When we’ll have to beg and borrow
Food and drink and air to breathe

Nothing saved ~ we disobeyed
Destroyed our earthly paradise
Right before our very eyes
Care-less, thought-less, heed-less greed
And avarice beset our needs
Is it too late to turn the tide
We have nowhere else to run and hide…

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©Denise G Allen, 15 July 2014 12:41


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Life Blood

Sunset

Sunset


Life Blood

My beautiful trees
With their glorious leaves
Reach out to the sky ~
Branches bare ~
Like sticks in the air, resting
‘til the first sign of spring
Sends their sap rising
Rushing, gushing upward
Stirring from the depths of their being
While we’re still gibbering
And shivering with cold.

©Denise G Allen, 13 July 2014 03:44

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