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
Post No. 826
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Nightmare –
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Air as thick as watery jelly
Sluggishly runny
Deep breaths he said
His voice echoes
Through a hollow tube
Deep breaths
Where oh where is the air
I grope blindly
Sightless eyes
Can’t recognise…
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©Denise G Allen, 23 June 2015 06:37
Post No. 821
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Waiting
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Wrapped in blankets,
Morning air as cold as ice,
The queue not too long today,
Getting to know the price
Of rising late…
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Here and there a baby grizzles
But seldom cries – snug
As a bug in the layered rug,
Wrapt against its mother’s breast.
Many have another –
A sister or a brother – holding
Tight, safe and sound on the ground.
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The line shuffles forward,
Breath condensing, compressing,
And warming the air;
Five minutes more,
Another five minutes
Until they open the door…
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©Denise G Allen, 17 June 2015 10:10
Post No. 811
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Smoke
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Heat shimmers
Air expands
And smoke drifts
Lazily twists and twirls
Gracefully whirls and curls
Ever upwards
Slowly gently dissipating
Dissolving in air
But still there
Smelled but unseen
As in a dream –
Doors slam
Dogs bark
Have you started the braai
They cry
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©Denise G Allen, 03 June 2015 06:44
Post No. 805
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Beauty
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Clarity falls
Drop by drop
Plink plink piano key
Simple beauty
In silent surrounds
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©Denise G Allen, 25 May 2015 17:22
Post No. 803
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Sleepy
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Head back, I dozed, eyes closed,
Sun and shade played
On translucent eyelids
Barely visible
Felt, rather than seen
Thru the screen of lashes
Resting on my cheek.
Dust motes dance
Up and down a shaft of light
Then, as it fades,
They too vanish from sight.
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©Denise G Allen, 20 May 2015 16:51
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Man is at war with himself;
Greed is the reason.
Where are those who mocked,
The soothsayers, truthsayers?
Do they have a quick fix?
They have poisoned our waters,
Fouled our air,
And continue to do so
Exponentially,
Cutting off our lives at the source.
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©Denise G Allen, 19 June 2014 05:22
Sidey’s Weekend Challenge – 25.11.2011: Bubbles
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Freedom in a Bubble
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I am in a bubble
Floating in the air,
Drifting in the breeze
To I know not where.
Wonderfully weightless,
Up and up I fly,
Higher and higher
In a cloudless sky.
Oh what a feeling
Of freedom at last –
No more looking back
To the prison of my past.
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Photo: http://blog.shirleywalsh.com/bubbles-418.html
©DGA 26.09.2010
A Bird’s Eye View
I saw an eagle
soaring on the currents of warm air
high above the arid plains
of parched earth
where the hot wind blows
and the tumbleweeds roll,
keen eyes sharply focused
searching for the smallest movement
the slightest sign or inkling
of a potential meal for the open beaks
waiting in the eyrie atop a krantz
in the distant blue mountains.
krantz, n. (S.-Afr.) precipitous or overhanging wall of rocks
Photo: http://photobucket.com/images/eagle
©DGA 08.10.2010
Pollution in the Air
What a Beautiful Day
What perfect weather:
Warm days, cool nights
And clear skies,
Not a cloud to be seen.
What a beautiful day,
But the sky is grey.
What a lovely scene:
The sea is blue,
The grass is green,
Fish frolic, birds sing.
What a beautiful day,
But the sky is grey.
Photo: http://www.borealisimages.ca/galleries/2008/spring/photos/
02_Grey_chilly_misty_morning_wwwborealisimagesca.jpg
©DGA 03.10.2010
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