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Finding myself

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rare sighting Wild dogs

Meow, caught the cat quite unexpectedly,

Peering at his own reflection,

Mirror, mirror on the wall

Is that MEEE standing oh so tall?

Face to face or back to back

Meow, ACK.

24 August 2019.

Copyright, DG Allen

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Finding myself

rare sighting

Wild dogs

Meow, caught the cat quite unexpectedly,

Peering at his own reflection,

Mirror, mirror on the wall

Is that MEEE standing oh so tall?

Face to face or back to back

Meow, ACK.

 

24 August 2019.

Copyright, DG Allen

 


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Bitter-Sweet

20 June 2017

Bitter-Sweet

Post No. 965

24 March 2017

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Why do you hate the hand that feeds you?

That taught you and brought you out of the night

With goals of upliftment and education

But usurped by a nation of greed?

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Is it Pride that comes before a fall?

Accept with grace what help is given

Swallow your pride and let yourself be driven

To outstrip everyone and run on your own

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Copyright: Denise G Allen 20.06.2017 14:44

(Think out of the box)


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Why?

Post No. 965

24 March 2017

WHY?

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Why do you hate the hand that feeds you?

That taught you and brought you out of the night

With goals of upliftment and education

But usurped by a nation of greed?

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Copyright: Denise G Allen 24.03.2017 06:58

 


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The Harvest

Post No. 964

14 March 2017

The Harvest

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Blood of my blood,

Bone of my bones,

Land of rock

And land of stones,

Withered and weathered

Where nothing grows

And mankind reaps

All that he sows.

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Copyright: Denise G Allen, 14.03.2017 14:32

 


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On Global Warming

Post No.963

22 January 2017

On Global Warming – A Warning

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Reaching for the sun,

Stretching higher and higher;

The greatest funeral pyre

Turns, and burns the earth below

Baking, flaking the once-rich soil,

Sucking it beyond the boil,

Searing, tearing, ripping asunder,

Moaning, groaning with voice like thunder,

Cracks, fissures and bottomless pits

Open gaping maws to swallow bites –

Our drying earth,

Our dying earth.

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Copyright: Denise G Allen 22.01.2017 07:00

 

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