Happy New Year
To All my Blogger Friends Out There
My very best wishes for a wonderful and blessed New Year
With all my love
Denise
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Photograph: With gratitude to Granny1947, WordPress.com
©Denise G Allen, 31 December 2012 14:40
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The world is waiting for what comes next;
Even the howling wind holds its breath.
The clouds are black across the sky
And I, with my eyes on the sea below
Watch it boil and recoil as the monster beneath
Twists and turns to escape the grip of the tide
Sucking, pulling, drawing him under,
While the men on deck look on as the sea
Plays its role in helping the whale to flee.
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©Denise G Allen, 29 December 2012 09:08
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Flesh and bone can write the music
And the heart supply the beat,
But for the music to be whole – it needs soul.
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Every artist has a soul and his work will not be whole
Unless he leaves a part of it behind.
Painters, sculptors, poets, all,
Often manage to enthral admirers
With the wealth of their emotions.
Joy and sorrow, anguish, pain
Reflected in their work
Can sometimes miss the mark
Being overdone like rumpsteak in the pan.
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©Denise G Allen, 28 December 2012 07:04
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
Bird Watching
A sound, a movement
In the early morning light
He entered the room
And his eyes met mine
As with a ‘prrt-prrt’
(‘Hello’ in cattish) he greeted me,
‘Good morning, Cat’, said I.
‘It’s too early for breakfast time.’
‘Mma’ he replied as he stretched out
Full length on the floor
It was only then I saw the little bird –
Another present, but this was alive!
How weird, so bizarre,
What a surprise, this little guy
Sitting quite still, and calmly
Watching us, both Cat and I.
Photograph: ©Denise G Allen
©Denise G Allen, 23 December 2012 04:30
GIFTS
I gave my mom a gift today,
In the very early hours.
Number six on the list,
It was not a bunch of flowers.
Another rat. Spoilsport,
‘Cos he wouldn’t play the game.
She said I was a clever boy
But when I looked again
He wasn’t there, gone,
Disappeared into thin air –
What a crying shame!
Photograph: ©Denise G Allen
©Denise G Allen, 22 December 2012 06:55
The ability to get excited
By something or someone
To the exclusion of all else.
Life without passion
Is like sipping cold soup
On a bleak winter’s day.
©Denise G Allen 19 December 2012 14:41
Wishing you all a very Happy Christmas
And God’s richest blessings throughout the coming year
With much love
Denise
Christmas Angel with Star: http://www.dreamstime.com/photos-images/christmas-angel.html
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