Expressions

Sunrise

Sunset

Expressions
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I love to watch and see

The expressions in the sky

From the wond’rous beauty of the sunrise,

Hear the morning chorus sing,

To the peace and calm of evening

As the twitters fade and die;

The sun descends from heaven

And takes with him the light

So we can sleep at peace

Throughout the night.

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Images and poem: ©Denise G Allen, 18 May 2013 05:19

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

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

Seeds

Edited

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Ideas – dart – inandout – my head,

Buzz a-r-o-u-n-d my mind;

One, perhaps STRonger,

Persists a little longer~~~

Lodges in my brain,

The rest are swept away

Like sterile eggs

Kept for another day…

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©Denise G Allen, 16 May 2013 05:55

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

Pavement Special

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Soulful eyes don’t tell lies
Piteous pleading
Watching waiting
For a kick read my eyes
Poised to run on the turn
Cigarettes BuRN
I have learnt people hurt
Not all are cruel
They are fools
I will teach you how to trust
Feed you with love
So you can rest
I’ll be your guard
We’ll stand against
Our common foe
As one…

©Denise G Allen, 14 May 2013 14:26

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

When you gonna see (rap)

Edited
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Hey, J-Zee
When you gonna see
Ed-u-cation is the key
We don’t all need
A D-gree
What we want
Is capa-city
To live a life
No strife
Don’t you see
Take our pride
Let us decide
Give us the tools
We not fools
Give us the chance
To sing and dance
Kanye West and Dr Dre
Will let us play
We B A for Away

©Denise G Allen, 12 May 2013 07:29

Copy Cats (a rap poem)

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Copy cats emulate
dancing jubilation
holding you in high regard
showing approbation
idolise, venerate
muddy feet of clay
confusticate your nemesis
a favour to repay
exposed at last
disclosed, unmasked
trapped like a rat
living on the fat
dripping off the roast
and having the most
power in the land
or so we understand…

©Denise G Allen, 10 May 2013 06:50

The Rut

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While walking in the fields one day

I fell into a rut,

The floor so deep

And sides so steep

I could not get purchase for my feet.

I cried out, “If I were rich

I would gladly give my all

For help to get me out of here!”

He came and leant across the gap

And said, “I understand,

Pass me your hand,”

Then pulled me up whereupon

I thanked Him and continued on

My way on feet of clay.

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©Denise G Allen, 10 May 2013 03:55

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