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Post No. 830




Sweep the dark dank and dusty corners of my heart

Cleaning out the debris of the past

What’s gone is gone and will never be the same

New beginnings with only myself to blame


My life seems to be

— on reflection — full of new starts

But I fail always

— in detection — to find the underlying

.                                                imperfection


Is it that which goes before a fall

Or perhaps shape-shifting blame

Or none at all but many many more

God help me find what I am searching for…


©Denise G Allen, 27 June 2015 04:23



Post No. 820




What a terrible to-do

To have to prove that you are you;

Nine years of pretending to be me,

How, for goodness’ sake, could that be?

Computerisation should be the key

But only if used properly.

Cross-checking is the least that should be done

When two departments stand alone;

Census info counts for nought

If other sources are not brought.

More monies down the drain,

More fraud committed once again

As they continue playing the blame game.


©Denise G Allen, 16 June 2015 08:00


In the Dark


I can’t remember your face,

Darkly as it always was,

Heavily clouded eyes

Looking ever inward,

Unseeingly – seemingly

Hovering on the edge of life.

Scant memories of love and laughter,

Only of misery and blame;

Looking through the album

Of remembrances,

You were the night to my day,

The dark to my light

Fading away…

You were the depth of my shame

Brought to mind again.


©Denise G Allen, 07 April 2014 11:49