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Search for Shangri-La

Post No. 794

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Search for Shangri-La

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In vain we seek our Shangri-La

In covert hideaways,

Darkest corners,

Shaded, sweet smelling arbours,

Peaceful harbours…

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There is no shelter from confronting storms,

Where the wind howls and the world quakes;

There is no haven safe enough,

There is nought but faith on which to clutch

As we pray for those we love…

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©Denise G Allen, 29 April 2015 15:17


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Under the Weight of a Leaden Sky

Post No 791

 

Under the Weight of a Leaden Sky

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Greys, graze,

Colours erase,

Faceless figures, nameless numbers,

Making sense of the senseless.

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Humanity wounded,

Cut to the core, edges raw,

Someone’s baby,

Somebody’s child.

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Chain linked, slashed wide,

Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers,

Weeping tears,

Stilling fears.

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Gap-toothed abscess marred;

History’s face is scarred.

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©Denise G Allen, 27 April 2015 03:46


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Evolution

Post No. 790

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Evolution

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As I gaze at the small green triangle, that was once a wide

Grassy hillside, I see the haze, the mist, closing in slowly,

Creeping downward and blanketing all in its path.

Where once there were meadows, streams and

Strong green trees, now human ants have eaten

Them all away, leaving only a concrete jungle,

Expanding by the day. Progress? Or regress?

I would rather the flower-filled view,

Changing with the seasons,

Than the neat, cemented, sanitized structures,

Impersonal clones that we call homes.

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©Denise G Allen, 10 April 2015 09:36


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Sweet Dreams

Post No. 789

Sweet Dreams

Babies’ breath, talcum powder,
Eiderdown, a fluffy cloud,
Floats on high in a clear blue sky.
Innocence and purity
Should grow into maturity,
But, no, he may lack integrity.

Evil creeps in through the door –
What on earth is he waiting for?
Takes advantage while he can
To profit from the greed of man.
The sweetest dreams have been and gone,
Lost, unfounded, one by one.

But redemption is there within his reach:
Listen to the pastor preach,
Take heart and rue the day
When Satan came and hoped to stay.
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©Denise G Allen, 08 April 2015 06:07


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My head, my brain, my mind

Post No. 787

 

My head, my brain, my mind

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My head says one thing,

But I can’t make up my mind.

My brain tells me, ‘No’,

But my mind cannot decide.

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There is no unity between the three,

They all seem doomed to disagree.

‘Mind over matter’, or so the saying goes,

So what’s the matter with my mind?

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‘Out of sight, out of mind’ is another,

So tell me, my brother,

Is it possible for me

To leave my mind behind?

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I can lose my mind

Or I could lose my head

But if I lost my brain

I surely would be dead.

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This poem was written in 20I2, but I must have forgotten to publish it, lol.

Oh dear, I see it was published although a search did not find it.  Gremlins!

©DGA 20 January 2012 09:34