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I write what I feel…


Last Song of Summer


Summer sings a sad farewell
As her colours begin to fade;
The rich verdant greens
Of lawns and trees will soon
Begin to change, as autumn
Hovers in the air and the breeze
Whispers that fall is near.

The bright begonias nod their heads
In their sunny, sheltered beds
Knowing full well their time is short,
But content to spread their blissful
Cheer to all who pass them by.
Again, farewell to summer as she
Travels north where welcome arms
Anticipate her with delight.


©Denise G Allen, 22 March 2014 05:25


God Lives


God lives in the very heart of man,

In each and every part of man,

He knows our views and deeds

Even as we think or act,

He is the kernel of our being,

The epicentre of our soul,

And in our lives he plays a role

Just because He loves us all

And we ignore him at our peril.


©Denise G Allen, 21 March 2014 05:04


Love & Light



When I really need your love

O Lord,

When I really need your love

My God,

When I really need your love

I lay my head upon your breast

And You will do what You do best ~

Every care will disappear

Because you are there for me.


Lord of Love, Lord of Light

Your love shines through the darkest night,

When the world becomes too much

You complete my soul and make me whole.


©Denise G Allen, 18 March 2014 02:33




From a pat to a slap
From a word to a curse
Abuse creeps like a shadow
Unseen at first.


Thus emboldened it grows,
Audaciously hiding its face
Beneath comical deeds
Or pretentious affection,


Assured that the lies of the past
Will still hold fast ~
For as long as you believe
You are beloved ~ you will forgive.


©Denise G Allen, 15 March 2014 07:09


Time Used…


Time used to be

When we could sit


And reflect on past history;

A lifestyle of gentle ebbs and flows.

How I miss those early years,

Those simple, unpretentious folks

With clean, naïve and artless jokes

When crime was crime, make no mistake

And sentences carried out to break

The notion that one could escape

The law.


©Denise G Allen, 12 March 2014 13:09


Are We…


Are we who we think we are
Or do we change our skin,
Like a chameleon,
In order to fit in and win
The popularity contest,
Mr, Miss or Mrs Cool-hip?

Do we, in fact, hide what’s inside?
Do we show the ‘real me’, the reality?
Or do we only reveal
What we want you to see?
Truth or fiction, perfect diction
Displayed without, but what’s within?

Stripped down to bed-rock
Base core, no more,
Allow us to show our true colours,
Expose ourselves,
In order to clothe ourselves
In authenticity and sincerity.


©Denise G Allen, 10 March 2014 14:15


The Sacrifice



The Sacrifice


Three crosses on a misty hill

~ Golgotha’s skull ~

Calvary shouted out His bravery,

His blood spate heaven’s gate;

He was the key for you and me,

Conquered death on our behalf,

We can never respond enough

To His unending love.


©Denise G Allen, 06 March 2014 06:59


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