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
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
Darkness and Light
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Darkness before the Light
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Dark clouds obscure the light
Brightest day becomes the blackest night
While we live in this world of dreams
Everything is not what it seems
Way, way beyond the clouds above
The sky is bright with the light of Love
And when we reach that golden land
Then I think we will understand
The meaning of this life on earth
And the reason for our earthly birth
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©DGA 04 January 2012 07:47
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I birth my poetry
To the music in my head
Whistling the tune
Between my teeth
Singing the words
Under my breath
‘Cause losing the thread
Would be the dance of death
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©DGA 28 December 2011 19:33
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Is it accident
Dna or genes’ flaws
Nature’s laws
Poor fit or per-fect
Cause of some born
Brains torn
Control worn
Power switch
Blemish
Or God’s will
Our pill
Eyewitness
To suffering
Innocents
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©DGA 13 December 2011 11:24
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the old cane rocking chair
creaked back and forth
back and forth
on the farmhouse stoep*
the figure hunched
against the cold night air
held her warm gown close
across her bony chest
as she watched the sky
lighten almost imperceptibly
with the pale rose of the sun
birthing a new day
wondering
what it would bring
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*stoep – South Africa a porch or veranda
©DGA 30 November 2011 04:52
Silent Night
Night dropped down
Gently from the sky,
Covering the town
In a blanket of darkness.
All was still,
Peaceful and quiet,
Then the sound rang out
Of a newborn’s cry.
Softly quietened,
Comforted to sleep,
Till the sky lightened
With the dawn of day.
The Baby, born to set us free,
Who would have thought
That He could be
The centre of such controversy.
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©DGA 24.03.2011 15:34
A new commandment I bring unto you,
that you love one another as I have loved you,
that you love one another as I have loved you.
By this shall all men know that you are My disciples,
if you love one another as I have loved you.
By this shall all men know that you are My disciples,
if you love one another as I have loved you.
Source (Biblical Reference):
John 13: 34, 35
Birth
blood, sweat and tears
herald birth’s
struggle to survive
screaming
fighting for life
an enormous transition
to enter this world –
but
from whence
and why?
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©DGA 20.11.2010 15:14
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