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‘twas a wild, wild wind,
a wily, capricious
wind from the west,
its mischievous
spirit wavering, teetering
‘tween destruction and
obstruction – construction
not an option!
thrust and pause,
howling and moaning,
keening and droning
until it slowed to a sighing
as daylight lifted its mood
and its temper subsided
which was all to the good.
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©Denise G Allen, 28 September 2014 12:27
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The skirt of evening falls
gently enfolding hills and dales
in purple haze; these are the days
where twilight wraps branches as they bow
and the flames of the setting sun
dive headfirst into the golden meadow.
The morrow waits just o’er the hill
with bated breath, beyond the heath,
and God keeps watch both day and night
to see His will be done.
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©Denise G Allen, 27 September 2014 17:10
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A net of air, barely there,
Sheer, translucent gauze,
Filmy, frothy, transparent,
Delicate and diaphanous
Whilst the dreams it holds
Are powerless to dictate
Or germinate as we
Distract ourselves with
The mundane and profane.
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©Denise G Allen, 23 September 2014 07:26
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Sensing scents:
Sharp, sweet citrus,
Sunlight floating on air
Or the dark of mellow
Yellow banana bake,
Brandy in a Christmas cake,
Flowers along a garden path,
Heady fragrance surrounds our earth.
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©Denise G Allen, 20 September 2014 10:41
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A week away in the bundu ~
Heaven on Earth ~
Away from the DIS-ease
And DIS-order of CIVIL-isation,
The cultivation of sophistication
In nations, where evolution
Lags behind what man desires.
What was thought to be progress
Is, in fact, re-gression
And chemical compounds rule the way
In which our foods are grown ~
Animal and vegetable ~
DNA manipulated, cloned, all in the name
Of improvement; a few steps forward
And how many back? Gods in white coats
Seeking, questing what? Eternity?
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©Denise G Allen, 12 September 2014 11:23
*(the bundu)
(In South Africa and Zimbabwe) the wilds; a distant or wilderness region.
http://www.oxforddictionaries.com/definition/english/bundu
Spring Shoots
Spring Shoots
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Bare brown branches with hardly a hint of green,
The smallest tint of jade seen in the shade
As the shadows lengthen and colours dissipate.
Darkness shrouds the trees and birds slowly cease
Their twitters. Only a lone owl can be heard
Breaking the soft silence with his call. Peace.
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©Denise G Allen, 10 September 2014 11:21
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a joyful crowd lined the way
along the busy streets;
no one guessed, no one knew,
that he would be dead,
nailed to a cross,
before the end of day.
a carpet of palm leaves
strewed the path
while the people laughed and cheered.
(how easily are they swayed?)
tricked, trapped, betrayed,
his spotless life exchanged
for that of a common criminal,
scourged, cursed by his people,
he bowed to the will of his father
to bring us his message of love
on that hill named golgotha.
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©Denise G Allen, 09 September 2014 07:06
The Pink Daisy
The Pink Daisy
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Walking in the misty morn,
The world around me sleeping still,
The birthing sun tints the sky
With beauty from another realm ~
Rosy posies, red and gold
Glorious splendour to behold ~
And then from the corner of my eye
I spied a speck, a spot of purest pink.
Along the grass-edged path it lay
Neglected, withering even as I gazed;
‘tis since recovered with pride of place
At home among my simple flowers
Rooted well in ecstasy
With flowering blossoms for all to see
Its happiness in being saved.
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©Denise G Allen, 06 September 2014 08:21
Edited
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He is the world
He is the sun
He is the core of everyone
He is the word
He is the life
He is the dark
And the brightest shining light
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©Denise G Allen, 04 September 2014 09:10
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Our Father loves us
how could He not
we are His children
no matter our sin
He forgives us for ever
until our last breath
seventy times seven
He has said
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and by sending His Son
His groundswell of love
created a bridge
right over the chasm
so we can join the children
crossing over in joy
and all we must do
is love and believe
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©Denise G Allen, 01 September 2014 06:03
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