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Cry

Post No. 809

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Cry

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Cry

My beloved country

The backlash held in place

Has been let loose

The floodgate opened wide

As the frenzied tumult smiles

And rage has set the stage

A country polarised

Emotion rules the nation

A shower head, a laughing stock

A president, a precedent

Weep

While the world’s asleep

Judgement day will come again

And the cross will be our shame

Cry

My beloved country

Cry

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©Denise G Allen, 31 May 2015 01:54


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Veld Fire

Post No. 808

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Veld Fire

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Skin crackling crisp

Blackened, peeling,

Exposing raw tissues

New life, new blood

Sanitized, purified

As the fynbos* renews

Year on year

And we watch

The regeneration

Following

The degradation

Full circle again

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*Fynbos

Fynbos is the natural shrubland or heathland vegetation occurring in a small belt of the Western Cape of South Africa, mainly in winter rainfall coastal and mountainous areas with a Mediterranean climate. Wikipedia

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©Denise G Allen, 30 May 2015 06:27


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Morning

Post No. 807

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Morning

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Drops of dew hang suspended

From flower petals and leafy trees,

From grassy blades appended,

Twinkle like diamonds,

Sparkle like stars

Amongst golden rays;

A simple garden,

A magical fairyland,

A place, a space on earth

For imagination’s birth…

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©Denise G Allen, 27 May 2015 17:21


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Official-dom

Post No. 804

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Official-dom

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It takes a certain kind of person

To work for the State.

He likes to lay down the law

And, what’s more, be in a position

To block any opposition.

Quite unable to visualise

With his own eyes

Any other point of view.

He is both blind and stubborn

As a mule; can’t see he’s a fool

Because, in the final analysis,

He can override any and all.

Hurrah, the game is done –

He thinks he’s won!

While I re-boot my brain to try again…

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©Denise G Allen, 21 May 2015 05:13


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Whole-hearted

Post No. 802

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Whole-hearted

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There was a hole in my soul

A bowl waiting to be filled

A crater crying to be crammed

Teeming with feelings

Memories of You a part of me

Others cannot see

I am the vehicle and You the Driver

Behind the wheel, taking control

My heart is in your hands

And You will always understand

My search to return

To what was and will be

Always when I step into eternity

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©Denise G Allen, 18 May 2015 07:15


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Sweet Waters

Post 801

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Sweet Waters

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Let Your sweet waters wash over me

Cleansingly, refreshingly,

Rinsing life’s dust and grime away,

Soothing me through yet another day.

Father bathe me in Your light

Holding back the darkest night,

Help me shine for those I love

A sign, a signal from up above.

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©Denise G Allen, 15 May 2015 17:43


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Bee-ing Playful

Post No. 800

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Bee-ing Playful

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I saw a sight the other day

That almost blew my mind away;

A fat little bee buzzed past my face

And zipped across to take his place

Upon a velvet rose petal,

Then, such a dare-devil was he,

He dove into the yellow pillow

Head first and rolled from side to side

Coating himself in golden dust

And, as I watched him mesmerised

He jumped and rolled again with glee

Both playfully and joyfully before he

Flew away and left me smiling happily.

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©Denise G Allen, 13 May 2015 06:56