My Muse

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Speak softly, gentle muse,

Whisper in my ear

So only I can hear ~

O would that you could!

Instead I have a baying hound

Snapping at my heels

Saying nought but ‘Write… write… write,

You silly twit.’

And what can I write

That I have not yet writ?

Where is your inspiration?

All I have is perspiration for my trouble

As I struggle…

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©Denise G Allen, 08 June 2013 05:25

Being Observant

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Tick, tick, tick as the gas heats the burner

and the water begins to murmur

tick, tick, cheeeeeeee—– softly

pligh, pligh, pligh, bubbles rise and pop

getting bigger, rising higher,

click, clack, click, clack, clickclack, clickclackclickclack

boiling faster and faster, bumping, knocking

time is six oh three

clickclackclickclackclickclackclickclack

they’ll be ready by six oh nine for the soft centre

and six twenty for the hard boiled

snifffffff aaah

the rich smell of coffee fills the air

grab a plate and some toast

breakfast is ready…

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~~~~ Oh, gee, I was so busy watching, listening,
learning, writing, I burnt the bread!

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©Denise G Allen, 17 May 2013 06:36

There is creative reading as well as creative writing.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson

Sweet Talk

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You know how to walk the walk

You know how to talk the talk

Sweet lips, honey drips

Sugar sprinkles, cream puffs

Candy bars – I see stars

When we kiss I’m on Mars

Or some other chocolate bars

I’ll write you a sonnet

And put frosting on it…

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©Denise G Allen, 13 May 2013 20:05

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

Knock Knock

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Knock knock who’s there

No riposte

Break the house

Remove the roof

Any-body home

Too soon

Un(in)formed mass

Upper class Grade A

Scrambled or fried, she cried

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©Denise G Allen, 28 March 2013 18:20

Holding on to Sanity

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Thoughts flicker,

Feelings flitter,

Words waver,

Stutter, splutter,

Glimmer, glint,

Can’t quite put your finger on’t,

Blind man,

Just out of reach,

On the tip of your tongue

What’s the word…?

What word?

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©Denise G Allen, 11 March 2013 08:57

Tit for Tat

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I feel the urge to write,

The words are buzzing round my brain –

What’s that? A fly,

Intruding on my train of thought.

Out, out damn fly…

Leave, I say, you ought

To be ashamed

To butt into my mind.

The words are gone,

Atrophied at their point of birth,

And you have won, or think you have…

SPLAT! Take that!

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©Denise G Allen, 04 March 2013 13:42

Time

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We all agree, my friends and me,

That time is not what it used to be.

Like a ferris wheel or the London eye

Up to summer it rides

And down to winter it slides.

If a week lasts as long as a day

Then a year is just short of two months

And the rest of time has just blown away

Like fallen leaves on a windy day.

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©Denise G Allen, 10 February 2013 10:37

Searching…

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The view from a picnic site where we stopped to stretch our legs:

Pilanesberg – View

Here we have a group of Blou Wildebeeste (direct translation: Blue Wild Beasts/Animals). There were many herds of these scattered throughout the park, often accompanied by zebra.

Pilanesberg – Blou Wildebeeste

A Blou Wildebees male:

Pilanesberg – Blou Wildebees

Searching…

Our eyes focus on the distant hills,
Scour the savannah below,
Then comb the undergrowth
Seeking a sign that we’re not alone.
Many a time we see
A giraffe’s head perched on a tree
And, as the road winds, all too often we find
He’s watching the view while he dines..
We came across a few giraffe at the side of the road. The first picture shows the giraffe gazing rather vacantly in our direction. The second photo shows a distinct change in his expression – mainly the set of his ears which are usually expressive in most animals – and his mouth.

Pilanesberg – Giraffe

Pilanesberg – Giraffe

Images and post ©Denise G Allen, 03 February 2013 22:28

Out and About

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Jack and Mrs Sprat

Thin and very fat

Took a stroll around the town

Looking at the sights

Never dreaming they were one

To other passers-by

Admiring the lights

Mirrored in the glass

Imagining they fit right in

‘Cos there are many fat-cats

Greed will take its toll

Now fancy that

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©Denise G Allen, 21 January 2013 08:23