When you gonna see
Ed-u-cation is the key
We don’t all need
What we want
To live a life
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
leave me LIGHTheaded
turn my head
and my brain lags
back to bed
wake up a new (wo)man
no diff ‘tween meds
and drugs – one okay
the other not
like smoking pot
suffer say the buffs
you’ll get wasted
what am i now
©Denise G Allen, 02 March 2013 07:51
She’s made herself a beast of burden,
saddled with the liability
(deemed to be a necessity),
saddened by her inability
thus increasing the complexity,
as she’s an avid defendant
and therefore a co-dependant
which, in all the confusion,
appears to be a delusion.
See also: A Mother’s Prayer
©Denise G Allen 16 December 2012 16:17
Back in the room we were before
Where the sun remained outside the door
Eight or nine old souls are there
Each ensconced in his own chair
Eyes cast down towards the ground
Silence reigns. The only sound
The clickety clack that needles make
Soft and rhythmic, quite hypnotic
In, round, through, off
In, round, through, off
Her neighbour busy too folding a tissue fanned
And ironing it smooth with the other hand
It’s quite easy to understand
The comfort gleaned from busy hands
Years of repetition ingrained
Rituals of the past retained
With the rest of the people it’s hard to tell
Just which of them are alive and well
There’s only one who meets your eyes
Before they slide away surprised
‘Cos no one cares if they’re alive or dead
Or fast asleep, though not in bed
©DGA 15 January 2012 08:39
A man is arrested as police clear the private park next
to Juan Pablo Duarte square of Occupy Wall Street protesters following their
early morning eviction from Zuccotti Park on November 15, 2011
(Spencer Platt / Getty Images / AFP)
SHAME IN THE PARK
At least I have somewhere to stay…
At least I have something to eat.
Shame on you City Fathers,
Is this how you treat your brothers?
Go on, paper over the cracks,
Hide the crumbling walls,
Carry on with your lying,
Your Democracy is dying!
OWS = Occupy Wall Street
©DGA 16 November 2011 02:06
i wen’ home mit* my fren’, martie,
acos** there’s nutting for me since pa lef’ an’ ma goes to work now.
martie’s ma gave us tea an’ thick slices of bread an’ jam
then we done ours homework and then we wen’ outside to play.
today we played hopscotch.
when i lef’ to go home, martie’s ma asked if martie can come to my house
tomorrow after school, acos it’s friday.
i said yes acos i seen the look in her oupa’s*** eye,
an’ my ma had tol’ me ‘bout fridays, an’ men, an’ brannawyn****,
so from then on we always wen’ to my house after school on fridays like.
*mit = with
**acos = because
***oupa = grandpa
****brannawyn, brandewyn = brandy
©DGA 23 August 2011 02:26
Princes of the Universe
Who do we think we are
Princes of the universe
Tin gods living out our curse
Stealing from another’s purse
Paying for our fathers’ sins
Hiding in our thickest skins
This world owes us a living
So we must take take take
And never be seen to be giving
Take take take eat the last of the cake
To hell with the others
To hell with our brothers
As long as we’re alright Jack
Take care to scratch each other’s back
We’re princes of the universe
Yes, we’re princes of the universe
©DGA 17 August 2011 11:28
The Hungry Girl
Once a week, on a Monday for me,
We put out our refuse bins
For the waste collectors to take.
There are numerous people who pass by
And check through the bins to see
If anything of value to them was being thrown out.
Some have old supermarket trolleys,
Some have rusty old wheelbarrows,
And some only have paper packets.
Paper, cardboard, metal and plastic of all shapes and sizes
Are sort-after prizes.
These scroungers sometimes make quite a mess,
Spilling the bin contents in the street.
I went out of my gate to close the cover
And looked up to see a small girl
Who had suddenly appeared out of the blue.
She could barely see over the top of the bin
Which always contains only garden cuttings
And a black bag of kitchen rubbish.
I asked her what she was looking for
And she said she was hungry.
So I asked her to wait while I fetched her something to eat
As there was no edible food in the bin.
When I came out about ten minutes later,
Sandwiches and cool drink in hand,
There was no sign of her –
And I have looked for her every Monday since then
And wondered who she was and where she came from,
©DGA 27.03.2011 20:13
The Street Beggar
On a cold wintery morning
Under the weak watery sun
Mother and child shivered together,
On a day barely begun.
They waited on the traffic isle
For the rush of cars to start,
Hoping for some charity
To relieve their starving hearts.
A few cars passed, too fast to see,
Then, bumper to bumper they came and went,
Blinkered people safe and warm,
Snug in their cocoons.
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