Post No. 961
30 December 2016
The Silver Line
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There is a silver line
That runs between sea and sky,
Betwixt this world and next.
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If I could only fly
I’d see the new world wait for me
And when the lightning rends the air
A glimpse of shining gold appears,
A window quickly closed –
The future not exposed.
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Copyright: Denise G Allen 30.12.2016 12:00
Post No. 960
24 December 2016
Sleep Baby Sleep
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Softest, softest drizzle,
Cool air rocks the cradle,
Sleep, baby, sleep;
Prepare to bear the weight of the world,
The crown of thorns,
Joy and sorrow await your tomorrow.
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Copyright: Denise Allen 24:12:2016 08.15
Post No.959
17 December 2016
Suicide of Civilisation
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I wander up hill and down dale
Looking for the street called Straight,
Passing though bogs and sawn down logs –
Signs of progress while nations regress –
Where bare sand erodes in the wind
And deserts overtake the forests;
Cities and towns mushroom at every turn,
Concrete jungles whose heat smothers
The very air we breathe, the air we need,
Until mankind turns on itself
Playing the blame game to the death.
Copyright: Denise Allen 17.12.2016 20:58
