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Silver Fish

Post No. 855

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Silver Fish

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Flash of silver quick as lightning

Fleet of fin (ha) they catch a ride

On the backwash of each wave

Taking shelter behind cropped rocks

Knowing the music of the sea

Feeling the rhythm of the water

Breathing in, breathing out

Anticipating even the crabs’

Sideways stagger —

Silent hunters of the ocean floor —

Confident of the secret pathways

Shortcuts made to aid escape

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©Denise G Allen, 15 August 2015 08:24


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And Time

Post No. 854

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And Time

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And time can be so misunderstood

Whether flying by in the blink of an eye

Or dragging slowly, stretching, extending

Seemingly depending on one’s view

And thyme is of the essence too

Stuffing in a fowl never smelled as good —

The aroma beckoning our hunger pangs

We walk life’s path hand-in-hand with time

Alongside us and our shadow lags behind

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©Denise G Allen, 14 August 2015 14:44


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Rescue

Post No. 852

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Rescue

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Hands cannot hold the feelings in my soul

empty hands but heavy hearted

oceans of emotions wash over me

fighting for survival like waves

upon a viscous sea of good and evil

but there is a lifeline cast to me

cast to me to set me free

to lift me up from the salty sea

to raise me up and to set me free

and You, O Lord, are He

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©Denise G Allen, 08 August 2015 05:47


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Beware

Post No. 851

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Beware

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Beware of evil, be aware

Hold yourself apart

Learn to follow your heart

Evil comes in many guises

Various dis-guises to tempt

Holds you in contempt

And you are not exempt

Only our Father has the strength

And the power to protect you

to an infinite extent

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©Denise G Allen, 06 August 2015 12:14


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The Line

Post No. 850

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The Line

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A thin line came into sight

slowly crawled across the wall

a single stroke to start

a slash, a gash, lightning streaks

are added to the mix

across the paint, black on white

a spider’s web, a snare…

a fine brush, the softest touch…

and when the deed is done

she strikes, she bites

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©Denise G Allen, 05 August 2015 08:11


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Reflection

Post No. 850

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Reflection

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Barely visible, translucent eyes

Look back at me reflection-wise

There am I embedded in the glass

Prisoner confined without bars

Restrained, detained in your embrace

Held captive, controlled, without force

Willing hostage to the one above

Ever dependent on his perfect love

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©Denise G Allen, 02 August 2015 07:04


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Glory

Post No. 848

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Glory

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Father raise me up,

Set me down on eagle’s wings

To soar on streams of air

High above the clouds,

Above the mountain peaks,

That I may see your glory

All laid out before me,

Witness to your majesty.

The rising of the sun

Lights the beauty of creation,

Designer of a universe

Too wonderful for words.

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©Denise G Allen, 01 August 2015 07:20