Adeeyoyo's Blog

I write what I feel…


Looking for God


God is everywhere and in everything,
In the valleys and vast plains,
In the warmth of the sun and in the rains,
As an artist leaves some of his soul in his creations
So has God in His innovations

And if we open our eyes and ears,
Everyone will see and hear;
His soul is a magnet drawing us closer
But oft times we struggle to deny His lure.
Without Him we are incomplete,

As hollow as an empty shell
While He is our Creator, Lord and Master
And our Loving Heavenly Father,
Our Shelter in the storms of life,
And in the darkness He’s our Brightest Light.


©Denise G Allen, 30 May 2014 04:33




As fragile as a petal,
As treasured as a jewel,
As brittle as a crystal,

Wrapped in layers,
Protected from others,
Secreted in covers,

Shielded from harm,
Hopeful and warm
In the cold before dawn,


©Denise G Allen, 26 May 2014 04:26


God’s Garden


From the rich and verdant greens
To bare rocks and mountain tops,
Waterless rivers with exposed beds
To those in flood, with banks of mud,

Infertile sand where naught will grow,
Deserts dry and baked by heat
Where the wind creates its art,
Grasslands and bushes of scrub,

Lakes and seas, reflecting
The breeze, a thousand trees
And animals galore with birds
And fish to complete the scene,

Flowers of every shape and hue,
Strong or delicate to touch or view,
Our earth is God’s garden,
Unequalled and unrivalled by man,

Original, unique and diverse
As only He can devise,
We have to maintain and sustain
This unequivocal treat for our eyes.

©Denise G Allen, 20 May 2014 14:48







A fluffy little bundle of white,
Head up and tail held high,
Tripped confidently across
The street between the cars,
Drivers unable to see.
I held my breath as wheels
Passed him by on either side
But his luck failed at last
And he went tumbling head over
Heels as the cars went past…
Innocence goes hand in hand
With trust and disappears
Sometimes s-l-o-w-l-y, sometimes
Gently, but oft times too-fast-to-see,
Ground under the wheels of life.

Photograph and poem: ©Denise G Allen, May 2014 06:17
Delicate and airy, gaura is known as ‘Whirling Butterflies’, inspired by its dainty, dancing butterflylike flowers. It has long reddish stems that bear loose panicles …




Prisoner in the darkness of my soul,

Invisible chains held me in the blackness of that gaol,

Shadows moved around enclosing walls

Circling smoothly, pressing darkly

Black on black against the light.


Spectres, spirits, ghouls flickered in the gloom,

Encroaching back to back around me in the room.

I cried out to God to help me flee,

Escape the evil that I felt surrounding me

And He… and HE was the One who set me free!


©Denise G Allen, 13 May 2014 07:12


The Flood


Lift up our heads above the water plane,

Choppy little waves throw caution to the wind

And the current drags us effortlessly down,

Tugging, pulling, wrenching at our feet

Until they no longer reach the ground.


We are at the mercy of the flood;

Unless we find a lifeline all is lost.

We will lose the struggle to survive,

Unless we find the courage to hold fast.

And death will take our mortal soul at last.


©Denise G Allen, 12 May 2014 11:51




Voted today for what it’s worth

‘Tho nothing will change

On this side of the earth ~

Nothing CAN change when

Sense is outnumbered by NON-sense,

When sanity is ruled by madness

Which, by the way, may be contagious.

Why else would sanity condone

The craziness carried out by one

Whose reckless actions cause us

To underestimate his influence.

Wait and see what our new parliament

Has in store, perhaps, perhaps…

You never know…

Perhaps it’s time for some to go.


©Denise G Allen, 09 May 2014 07:25




Voices surround us,

Some loud and clear,

Some so soft you can barely hear,

As nature speaks

From mountain peaks,

From lakes and seas,

From plants and trees,

From birds and bees…

If you open your heart

You will surely hear

All things from earth

To the heavens above

Speaking to us in the language of love.


©Denise G Allen, 06 May 2014, 15:08


Listen to the Trees

Listen to the Trees

Do you hear the trees
Blowing in the breeze,
Bowing to the wind?

Voices in my mind
Calling out my name
Always sound the same?

Mother o’ mine
Your voice is clear
Only the words I cannot hear,
Blending and bending with the leaves
Rustling and jostling on the trees.

Video and poem ©Denise G Allen, 06 May 2014 07:59