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

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

Ghosts

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Ghosts and ghouls

Send shivers and chills

Up my spine

As I lie supine

On my bed of memories

Memories…

Cemeteries…

Semi-trees…

Buried bones in their new homes

Limbs and branches

Comrades in arms

Ha Ha

Who goes there

Friend or foe

ALLies

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©Denise G Allen, 13 February 2013 21:57

The Soft Kiss

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The soft kiss of rain

On cracked, arid earth

Awakens hormones

Releases pheromones

Igniting life

Inciting breath

And ultimately death

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©DGA 06 May 2012 10:53

Spring

Spring

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Spring

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Life stirs after winter’s death,

Its long, cold sleep thru the snow and sleet,

Bare twigs and dead sticks

Tingle with awakening

And new life shows its nose

Gingerly testing before resurrecting;

A time of marvels and miracles

Where life lives and death dies

Under lightening skies.

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Image: Author

©DGA 25 April 2012 07:39

This was posted in LinkedIn Groups, Poets, Spring, on 25.04.2012.

 

Give and Take

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As the rosebud slowly opens

In the warm rays of the sun

She proudly displays

To the admiring gaze

Of everyone looking on

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But the kindly sun who gave her life

Is the self-same sun to cause her death

And her rich colour wanes

While he sucks dry her veins

Until she exhales her last breath

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©DGA 23 January 2012 07:06

Never Been

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Slate wiped clean

As if she’d never been

Here today and gone tomorrow

Went home to die

Sweet goodbye

Kin arrived

To clear her flat

How ‘bout that

Truck left

Precious things

Piled up high

Teetering towards the sky

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©DGA 31 December 2011 08:05

Waiting…

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Large glass double doors

Sun stopped outside

L-shaped room, chair-lined

‘You can’t sit there’

Words rang loud and clear

I looked for an upright chair

Most were bottomless pits

Traps for the unaware

People dressed in Sunday best

I recognised one or two

Some of the rest were new

Inmates – how ‘they’ hated the word

Residents is what ‘they’ preferred

Like animals, accepting fate

Tame, meek, all submission

Absolutely no assertion

Who remembers they are there

Perhaps Death will be the one

Sent to remind them

Of what they forgot

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©DGA 30 December 2011 09:50

Birth Pangs

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I birth my poetry

To the music in my head

Whistling the tune

Between my teeth

Singing the words

Under my breath

‘Cause losing the thread

Would be the dance of death

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©DGA 28 December 2011 19:33

Goodbye…

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Goodbye, dear friend, goodbye

The struggle is done

God reached down his hand

And fetched you home

We were as sisters, you and I

Recognised each other

From years gone by

I knew you and you knew me

Before time and pre history

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©DGA 09 November 2011 08:08