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Give me a big bouquet of bubbles
Their beauty shining in the sun
I know one cannot own –
And beauty stands alone,
Belongs to everyone.
Midas couldn’t have been happier
With all his gold,
Nor Croesus with all his wealth
Than am I in my castle in the sky.
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©Denise G Allen, 31 May 2013 08:09
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Magic has rocked their complacency,
Questioned their dependency
And infiltrated all the pots.
She has the soul of a true artiste;
Sour faces smile, chatter all the while,
There is music in the air,
Light and love are everywhere –
Gone at last is the status quo –
‘Whoever heard of a 5-star kitchen in a Home?’
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©Denise G Allen, 30 May 2013 07:10
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Confined ]inasmallplace[ slip and slither,
Try to outdo one another,
Up and over often becomes down and under
As they jiggle around for (elbow?) space. Ha.
They seem to take on lives of their own,
Each one for himself…?
Hard to catch, great escapees,
Like so many souls clustered together
Only to ‘Pop’, released to the atmosphere,
Released to God’s care,
Bright as light…
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©Denise G Allen, 29 May 2013 06:37
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It is the perfect place,
Lost in perfect peace,
All is harmony
And harmony is all.
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Even the raspberry buds and
Sings in notes so clear
It cannot be heard
By the human ear.
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If we could only hear
With our inner ear
Thousand songs of praise
That fill the air from everywhere.
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©Denise G Allen, 25 May 2013 04:12
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Deep within our consciousness,
Hidden away from prying eyes,
There is a drive to drink and eat,
To stay alive and to compete,
While our bodies are driven,
No matter how much we are given,
To desire more, more, more
Food, wealth, prestige, power
As we aim to gain beyond the same
And when our race is run,
When our lives are done,
The rabble will scrabble
To take their due –
And the wheel spins on.
‘
©Denise G Allen, 21 May 2013 14:12
Snow/Sleet in Jozi
Cold Old Bones
Winter crept, while we slept,
Into our homes and our cold old bones,
And joints with stiffly (f)rigid digits.
As we awoke the freezing air
Held us fast there in its grasp,
Held us tight with all its might,
We fight to breathe, we’d like to leave
For warmer climes, for heated homes
To ease the hurt of these cold old bones.
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Image and poem: ©Denise G Allen, 19 May 2013 20:13
Photo taken with my cellphone a few years ago.
There is creative reading as well as creative writing.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
Sunrise
Sunset
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
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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
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
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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
