Post No. 870
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Spit
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Is this how it felt
spit out of the womb
cold after the warm
his eyes wide as the room
would not meet mine
unreality fogged my brain
sp-l-it me open
‘til there were two
one watching through my eyes
while i died
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©Denise G Allen, 08 September 2015 16:31
Post No. 845
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Imagination
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As the wind blows
As the world spins
A willow-the-wisp
That I cannot grasp
Lies in my path
Just out of reach
Barriers fail
Bars cannot hold
Invisible thoughts
Float in the air
Puff of smoke with a tail
Teasing my brain
Over and over again
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©Denise G Allen, 25 July 2015 06:41
Post No. 827
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H E L P
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memory gaps
recalls lapse
panic saps
…… my reason
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clear lines
cloudy times
mental trips
hanging on
…… by fingertips
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searching for a name
…… in the confines of my brain
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and the more i stress
…… the worse it gets
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©Denise G Allen, 24 June 2015 07:10
Post No. 787
My head, my brain, my mind
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My head says one thing,
But I can’t make up my mind.
My brain tells me, ‘No’,
But my mind cannot decide.
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There is no unity between the three,
They all seem doomed to disagree.
‘Mind over matter’, or so the saying goes,
So what’s the matter with my mind?
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‘Out of sight, out of mind’ is another,
So tell me, my brother,
Is it possible for me
To leave my mind behind?
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I can lose my mind
Or I could lose my head
But if I lost my brain
I surely would be dead.
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This poem was written in 20I2, but I must have forgotten to publish it, lol.
Oh dear, I see it was published although a search did not find it. Gremlins!
©DGA 20 January 2012 09:34
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Riding on the ghost train
Killing off my brain,
Riding on the ghost train
There and back again.
Icky sticky spider’s snare
Caught against my new-washed hair
And a pair of glowing eyeballs
Floated through the foetid air.
Riding on the ghost train
Killing off my brain,
Riding on the ghost train
There and back again.
A bloodied face looked down on me
With no eyes that I could see,
Drip, drip, drip from out the sockets,
Metallic smell from naked sprockets.
Riding on the ghost train
Killing off my brain,
Riding on the ghost train
There and back again.
Nowhere safe to stop the train,
They are out to get my brain,
Now my head aint worth a dime,
God help me save this life of mine.
Riding on the ghost train
Killing off my brain,
Riding on the ghost train
There and back again.
Aaaaaaarghhhhh…
©Denise G Allen, 17 December 2013 10:58
Edited
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Ideas – dart – inandout – my head,
Buzz a-r-o-u-n-d my mind;
One, perhaps STRonger,
Persists a little longer~~~
Lodges in my brain,
The rest are swept away
Like sterile eggs
Kept for another day…
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©Denise G Allen, 16 May 2013 05:55
There is creative reading as well as creative writing.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
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My head says one thing,
But I can’t make up my mind.
My brain tells me, ‘No’,
But my mind cannot decide.
.
There is no unity between the three,
They all seem doomed to disagree.
‘Mind over matter’, or so the saying goes,
So, what’s the matter with my mind?
.
‘Out of sight, out of mind’ is another,
So tell me, my brother,
Is it possible to leave my mind behind
And thus be out of my mind?
.
I can lose my mind or lose my head
But if I lost my brain, I would be dead.
.
©DGA 20 January 2012 09:34
