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I write what I feel…


Sunshine and Shadows


Intuition frees the mind

Leaving cognisance behind,

Goes with the flow ~ out the door,

Imagination wanting more;

Hands on or off, no matter,

With the aid of the Creator;

Painting, writing, with a passion

Helped by auras in the ether.


©Denise G Allen, 20 November 2013 12:41




A thin black line appeared on the horizon,

Barely perceptible to the naked eye,

Crept ever closer, hardly noticeable

At first ~

Until… the shadow fell

And sucked up the colour on the ash dry earth

Until… all was grey.

I thought I caught the smell of rain

But it must have been a dream

As the clouds passed by

And the sun came out again.


©Denise G Allen, 18 November 2013 14:01


All’s Well?


Two a.m. and all’s well,

Christmas hies towards us

Ever faster year on year,

Shops are overflowing fit to burst

But many have no penny in their purse.

Insatiable greed has pushed the goods

Beyond the means of common folk

And many struggle to buy food

But look on helpless while others cream the fat

And steal the grub from out the mouths of babes,

God’s message to us all of love and faith

Forgotten in the struggle to survive.


©Denise G Allen, 12 November 2013 02:13


What are Weeds?

Iceland Poppy & Weed(?)

Iceland Poppy & Weed(?)

Yellow Daisies

Yellow Daisies

What are Weeds?

Seeds are scattered, big and small
Many prosper, but not all;
Some land on dry and stony sand,
Others, tho’, on fertile ground,
But who’s to say which are the weeds?

Weeds can grow up straight and tall
Or perchance be mean and small,
They can also have the power
To produce the most enchanting flowers.

Do weeds perhaps grow easily
In almost any clime where we
Ourselves can live in harmony,
Where ‘proper plants’ must be coerced
To bud and flower to bring us pleasure?

Images and poetry: ©Denise G Allen, 09 November 2013 08:54



Shades - Trees

Shades – Trees





Shades of green with blue and gold
Block out more than half the sky ~
Magnificent trees, some young, some old,
With leaves that whisper in the breeze.

They sway, they bounce, they flounce,
Coquettish moods become apparent,
But then again they can be fierce
And whip themselves into a fury.

Sheltering birds take fright, take flight
Away from these bad tempered giants
Whose harbour was no longer offered,
Whose comfort was no longer proffered.

However, with the passing of the storm
I looked up at the leaves of varied hue,
At the sky of palest blue, and was
To find
A passing bird spit in my eye!


Image and poetry: ©Denise G Allen, 05 November 2013 08:15


Refresher Course


Heads of grey congregate

Once a week around tea and cake

At the start of bible study ~ a

Refresher course, training/grooming for their crossing

Into the future, I always think.

70’s, 80’s, 90’s and one turned a hundred last week.

Only a few, one or two, in their 60’s,

Not close enough yet

To feel regret as the years steadily pass ~

The calm before the storm ~

Where their elders can fit a year in a day

Or so it seems as time ebbs away.


©Denise G Allen, 04 November 2013 09:50