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

God Weeps

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God weeps

At man’s inhumanity to man

As man cuts a bloody swathe across his own

Evil smiles at his devilish tricks

We must join hands for peace

Bond together to defeat

The evil one whose plans

Are under-hand and under-way

We must not sway from right

Not always easy to tell, but pray

For our Father to show us the path

And learn to harken to His voice

As He gives us the choice

‘Tween good and evil

‘Tween God and the Devil

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©Denise G Allen, 20 April 2013 07:25

For a really positive take on the Boston bombings have a look at Connor’s post:

http://mynameisconnor.com/a-few-thoughts-on-boston/

Trust

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My trust lies in the dust

trampled underfoot

my soul is exposed

as a worthless part of the heart

revealed as nothing more

and nothing less

than just another word…

I need another world

another space where faith

can teach me to trust again

and not barter trust

for a place in the sun

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©Denise G Allen, 15 April 2013 09:17

The Brink

The Brink

We are living on the edge
The brink of eternity
Balanced on a ledge
Dropping down to nothingness
Coloured blue by ozone
Then black by emptiness
But He is here
He is there
He is everywhere
His hand will catch us
When we fall
Just remember faith is all

Photograph: ©Denise G Allen

©Denise G Allen, 24 December 2012 08:36

Love

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God is love

and so, as his children, are we

now that He has set us free

from the wages of sin

to place our trust in Him

with child-like faith

to live our life

and live His love

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©DGA 07 February 2012 06:14

Beauty

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 There is beauty

In even the most

God forsaken

Desolation

Beauty in

The cold stark lines

Desert sands

Rocks exposed

Rainbow coloured

Layered bands

His mark is there

His name engraved

Etched in time

Emblazoned

In the sky

With every sunrise

Sunset

Giving the lie

He does not forsake

Abandon nor disown

His creations

His works of art

His magnum opus

~

©DGA Thursday, 22 September 2011 03:21

Trust

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Trust

There can be no trust
Without openness and honesty.
There can be no trust
Without integrity.
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Trust is the most critical
Element in any relationship.
In partnerships
We need to trust each other;
As citizens of a country
We need to trust our leadership.
When trust breaks down
Then what have we?
The potential for anarchy!
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There can be no trust
Without openness and honesty.
There can be no trust
Without integrity.

Picture: pravsworld.com

©DGA

What Happened?

What Happened?

What happened to the sweet innocence of youth?
Where did it go – that newly-opened bloom?
The trust we had has withered and died
And the faith we felt, eroded away with the sands of time.

Would that we could return to those simple years,
Would that we could go back to how we were…
But alas the tears we shed have dried
And our hearts have turned to stone.

Photo: images.search.yahoo.com

©DGA

When Love Leaves

When Love Leaves

Colour faded from my world,
But I was blind,
Too caught up in life
To see the signs.

Taxi mom, fetch and carry
To and fro – way to go.
Romance had left long before
Love went out the door.

You held my love captive
In your heart;
It fought to break free
And returned to me.

When trust is broken
The bond is gone;
Nothing can cement the cracks,
There’s no going back.

Photo: Author

©DGA

Betrayal

Betrayal

You were my friend, I thought,
A true and faithful friend
Who stood by me and held my hand,
Sustaining me, assisting me,
A pillow for my tiredness,
A place to rest my head.

Were you a user in my need
Or an abuser of my trust?
Was it duplicity and perfidy
And I too blind to see?
How could you make a mockery
Of all that I believed?

Photo: Flickr.com

©DGA