Post No. 856
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Pasture
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Useful up to a point
Then put out to pasture
Abandoned or sold for scrap
Rain-rusted tortured rotting
Buried in landfills or graves
Off with the old and on with the new
The motto of today implies
There’s a never-ending supply
Easy come easy go
Animal vegetable or mineral
Thirty pieces of silver should
Hold off the sheriff for a while…
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©Denise G Allen, 16 August 2015 04:43
Post No. 809
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Cry
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Cry
My beloved country
The backlash held in place
Has been let loose
The floodgate opened wide
As the frenzied tumult smiles
And rage has set the stage
A country polarised
Emotion rules the nation
A shower head, a laughing stock
A president, a precedent
Weep
While the world’s asleep
Judgement day will come again
And the cross will be our shame
Cry
My beloved country
Cry
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©Denise G Allen, 31 May 2015 01:54
Post No. 804
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Official-dom
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It takes a certain kind of person
To work for the State.
He likes to lay down the law
And, what’s more, be in a position
To block any opposition.
Quite unable to visualise
With his own eyes
Any other point of view.
He is both blind and stubborn
As a mule; can’t see he’s a fool
Because, in the final analysis,
He can override any and all.
Hurrah, the game is done –
He thinks he’s won!
While I re-boot my brain to try again…
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©Denise G Allen, 21 May 2015 05:13
Post 801
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Sweet Waters
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Let Your sweet waters wash over me
Cleansingly, refreshingly,
Rinsing life’s dust and grime away,
Soothing me through yet another day.
Father bathe me in Your light
Holding back the darkest night,
Help me shine for those I love
A sign, a signal from up above.
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©Denise G Allen, 15 May 2015 17:43
Post No. 797
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Secrets
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This is a land of secrets
whispered behind closed doors
a raised hand bans lip reading
background machinations
use your imaginations
everything has its price
and money has the power
assassinations are for the taking
murder is for the making
and the price is always right
where is the law –gone before a fall
no longer able to drive a wedge
between good and evil
excise the rot from a bowl of fruit
the weevils from the food
corruption is the name of the game
and the players are able
to sit around the table pushing
kings queens and pawns back and forth
toppling governments
no longer servants but sovereigns
puffed up with their own importance
and the tale continues with whispers
getting louder, becoming shouts
and only now becoming heard
by ones who listen and could take action
the few brave enough to speak out
the rest deliberately blind
too inconvenient to see…
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©Denise G Allen, 07 May 2015 05:43
Post No. 795
Caught Up by Life
Living in a world of words
Dizzying whizzing as I lie in bed
While they whirl around my head
A carousel, a wishing well
A spelling bee buzzes in and out
Playing catch-me-if-you-can
Can, can, can, all the rage
With dancers on a Paris stage
Memories are all we have
Smoke and mirrors reflecting
Deflecting through the glass
Champagne bubbles while we try
To read the answers in our eyes
But time has been and gone
Too late to question were we right
Or were we wrong…
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©Denise G Allen, 01 May 2015 10:29
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Windows barred, painted black
Kept out the light, day and night
Captive to his thoughts
And bound by his guilt
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©Denise G Allen, 20 July 2014 15:26
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When the world is turned upside down
And values stand on their head,
When corruption is condoned
And whistle-blowers victimised,
What hope is there for upright men
Who stand alone against this world’s insanity?
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©Denise G Allen, 25 April 2014 05:35
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Fat cat, head of state,
Earns far more
Than he deserves
When he knows not
Wot’s going on ~
Others run his life for him!
Is he so weak
Or is it a charade
That ‘they’ choose
How much he spends
So his ignorance knows no end.
From the shower to the pool
He is nothing but a fool
Thinking that the powa
Will be his for eva ~
The writing is on the wall
(be it ever so small)
It is there for all
To see.
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©Denise G Allen, 05 April 2014 08:43
Quote from
Nelson Mandela
Madiba – A Final Farewell
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He was just a boy,
Born in the land ‘cross the Kei,
A boy who grew into a man,
A champion of democracy.
A man who noticed inequality,
Whose conscience was stirred
And who tried to change his world.
Madiba, we thank you,
You did your very best,
You became an icon,
But you were just a man,
Loved by all ~
But only a man.
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©Denise G Allen, 13 December 2013 20:36
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