Adeeyoyo's Blog

I write what I feel…


On the Wind


Sunrise at the seaside
Bloodied the water and
The golden sands blushed,
But not for long,
A few minutes and it was gone.

A tiny movement caught my eye,
~~ a bird flapping?
It was not, but a sweet wrapping
Trapped ‘tween sand and breeze,
Flip-flap, flip-flap as it tried to get free.

I loosened the sand and watched
As it sailed way, way up in the air ~~
A kite without a tail, but it was free
As free as it could possibly be
And I thought, “If only we… …”


©Denise G Allen, 08 January 2014 04:48


Don’t Give Up



So many birds have missing feet,

Misshapen claws, fused into a lump, a clump…

Crippled… but no one cares.

They hop, hop, hop from here to there,

Pecking at the ground ~~

It’s all about survival!

I see the same ones day after day

But it’s the first few days post injury that count

The brave struggle – that’s what it’s about,

Persistence despite the pain

Until it becomes a part of existence

So one can’t remember how it was before

And one feels normal again.


©Denise G Allen, 07 January 2014 07:13


Tossing the Coin


“Heads, I win – Tails, you lose,”
No need for a double-sided coin,
The outcome is assured.
Life can be a wager,
Death to the loser ~~
The highest stake of all.


Life can be a gamble,
A game of chance,
And you can only play it once ~~
Here and now is what counts.
Tomorrow is a question mark
Invisible behind a mask.


©Denise G Allen, 05 January 2014 07:41




The soul weeps

Tears of joy and tears of sorrow

From the heart of darkness

And the heart of light.

You dry my tears afore the morrow;

Before the dawn appears

You make it clear that You are here,

Fulfilling the promise of Your birth

On this earth

As the light of the rising sun

Spreads its wings and the shadows

Take flight into the night.


©Denise G Allen, 03 January 2014 11:30





From time immemorial man

has been dissatisfied with the status quo,

but now… has he grown lazy,

too easily pacified, gratified, molified

with his executions of excursions

into the unknown from the planet he calls ‘home’?

Danger, has reared its ugly head. No flying in its face!

All carried out in unreal time, with bits and bytes.

No new frontiers that MATTER (or hard-ly).

When we are forced to vacate this home

where do we go and do we take with us

our selfish-ness, destructive-ness, vicious-ness

to contaminate the future?

If not, how do we leave it behind?

Change is OVERdue…

and if WE don’t/can’t make it ~~

who can?


©Denise G Allen, 02 January 2014 11:33