*Edited
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A desert of despair
is how the world seems to me
when will the killing end
innocence rebound
kindness resurface
and mankind heal
finding trust once again
to fill the gap ‘tween
God and man
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©Denise G Allen, 28 August 2014 16:50
Monthly Archives: August 2014
Life, Death and Honeymoons
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Thirteen days to go
But already tiny leaves appear
Barely visible to our naked eye
Stating ‘Spring is almost here’.
Life springs from dead stalks,
Only one of His miracles each year,
But some of us are blinded
By false ideas of wealth
And life counts for naught
Compared to untold things on earth.
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©Denise G Allen, 18 August 2014 08:32
Missing in the Mall
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standing stationary, silently
feet still, yet moving
escalating panic
surrounded by
a forest of legs
but whose to choose
stretch up on tippy toes
unfamiliar shapes
surfeit of sizes
his scream lit up the hall
‘MAAAmeee!’
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©Denise G Allen, 16 August 2014 08:07
The Past
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Living in the past
Leaves no room for the present
Just marking time on the spot
Until death overtakes
Overwhelms us like a wave
In the ocean of life
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©Denise G Allen, 09 August 2014 10:21
Birth of Day
Edited
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The star-studded blanket of night
Lay warm in the silver moonlight
Then slowly unravelled row by row
While the cock kept watch for the sun
And lifted his head to crow
Saying ‘Hello’ to the new-born morn.
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©Denise G Allen, 05 August 2014 12:33
Words
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Words escape me, cruel or kind,
in the air or on the wind,
hard to find the exact inflection,
nuance, distinction, adaptation,
convey the precise implication
that my brain has in its view
to connect us, me to you.
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©Denise G Allen, 03 August 2014 15:04
