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Pasture

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


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Cry

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


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Official-dom

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


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Sweet Waters

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


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Secrets

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


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Caught Up by Life

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