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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.
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©Denise G Allen, 20 November 2013 12:41
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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.
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©Denise G Allen, 18 November 2013 14:01
Hadedas
Celebrating the Dawn
Before the first rays of the sun,
Sensing the coming of the dawn,
The hadedas arrive en masse
Shouting ha, ha, haa for all to hear,
Just like children going out to play
At the start of a holiday!
Image and poem: ©Denise G Allen, 16 November 2013 07:29
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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.
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©Denise G Allen, 12 November 2013 02:13
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I’ve been drifting through life
Like the bubbles on my screen
I am the constant while life goes by,
But enough, no more ~
Wake up, participate,
Take life by the scruff
Don’t just spectate!
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©Denise G Allen, 11 November 2013 07:15
Iceland Poppy & Weed(?)
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
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Shades
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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
Surprised
To find
A passing bird spit in my eye!
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Image and poetry: ©Denise G Allen, 05 November 2013 08:15
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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.
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©Denise G Allen, 04 November 2013 09:50
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