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Post No. 965

24 March 2017



Why do you hate the hand that feeds you?

That taught you and brought you out of the night

With goals of upliftment and education

But usurped by a nation of greed?


Copyright: Denise G Allen 24.03.2017 06:58



The Harvest

Post No. 964

14 March 2017

The Harvest


Blood of my blood,

Bone of my bones,

Land of rock

And land of stones,

Withered and weathered

Where nothing grows

And mankind reaps

All that he sows.


Copyright: Denise G Allen, 14.03.2017 14:32



On Global Warming

Post No.963

22 January 2017

On Global Warming – A Warning


Reaching for the sun,

Stretching higher and higher;

The greatest funeral pyre

Turns, and burns the earth below

Baking, flaking the once-rich soil,

Sucking it beyond the boil,

Searing, tearing, ripping asunder,

Moaning, groaning with voice like thunder,

Cracks, fissures and bottomless pits

Open gaping maws to swallow bites –

Our drying earth,

Our dying earth.


Copyright: Denise G Allen 22.01.2017 07:00



The Teardrop

Post No. 962

14 January 2017

The Teardrop


Long long ago,

Before time,

When space was an empty place,

Silence reigned.


A golden globe,

A shining orb,


Like a spinning top.

And the whole world lies

In this single drop –

The key to life.


Copyright: Denise Allen 14.01.2017 02:3o



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The Silver Line

Post No. 961

30 December 2016

The Silver Line


There is a silver line

That runs between sea and sky,

Betwixt this world and next.


If I could only fly

I’d see the new world wait for me

And when the lightning rends the air

A glimpse of shining gold appears,

A window quickly closed –

The future not exposed.


Copyright: Denise G Allen 30.12.2016 12:00



Sleep Baby Sleep

Post No. 960

24 December 2016

Sleep Baby Sleep


Softest, softest drizzle,

Cool air rocks the cradle,

Sleep, baby, sleep;

Prepare to bear the weight of the world,

The crown of thorns,

Joy and sorrow await your tomorrow.


Copyright: Denise Allen 24:12:2016 08.15


Suicide of Civilisation

Post No.959

17 December 2016

Suicide of Civilisation


I wander up hill and down dale

Looking for the street called Straight,

Passing though bogs and sawn down logs –

Signs of progress while nations regress –

Where bare sand erodes in the wind

And deserts overtake the forests;

Cities and towns mushroom at every turn,

Concrete jungles whose heat smothers

The very air we breathe, the air we need,

Until mankind turns on itself

Playing the blame game to the death.


Copyright: Denise Allen 17.12.2016 20:58