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I write what I feel…


Bouquet of Bubbles


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.


©Denise G Allen, 31 May 2013 08:09




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?’


©Denise G Allen, 30 May 2013 07:10




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…


©Denise G Allen, 29 May 2013 06:37


Dreaming under Cloudy Skies

It is the perfect place,
Lost in perfect peace,
All is harmony
And harmony is all.

Even the raspberry buds and
Sings in notes so clear
It cannot be heard
By the human ear.

If we could only hear
With our inner ear
Thousand songs of praise
That fill the air from everywhere.

©Denise G Allen, 25 May 2013 04:12


The Drive


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


Cold Old Bones

Snow/Sleet in Jozi

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.


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








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.


Images and poem: ©Denise G Allen, 18 May 2013 05:19

There is creative reading as well as creative writing.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson


Being Observant


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


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…


~~~~ Oh, gee, I was so busy watching, listening,
learning, writing, I burnt the bread!


©Denise G Allen, 17 May 2013 06:36

There is creative reading as well as creative writing.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson





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…


©Denise G Allen, 16 May 2013 05:55

There is creative reading as well as creative writing.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson


Pavement Special


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