Post No. 916
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Bees, Bugs and Butterflies
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As I watch the sun
Breaking through the clouds,
As I smell the rain
Soaking in the soil,
Dripping from the flowers,
The birds burst into song.
Let the naysayers be wrong;
The world is alive again,
Saved from the brink,
And no matter what we think
God is in His heaven.
Bees buzz,
Shiny beetles eat rose petals
And butterflies flutter by…
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©Denise G Allen, 18 February 2016 07:19
Post No. 915
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The Droplet
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As I watched
The line ran
Glistening silver
Towards the edge
Hesitated, elongated
Then drooped over
Poised to fall…
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©Denise G Allen, 13 February 2016 03:04
Post No. 914
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Water
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Water gives life
And with it, we thrive
Cleansing, drinking
Its forms are many
Almost unending…
Rivers, lakes, seas
Even the tears we weep
As promises we make
And vows we keep
Or fail in our humanity
Whilst perfection we seek
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©Denise G Allen, 12 February 2016 12:26
Post No. 913
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Sunshine and Rain
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Rays of sunshine reach down below
And the foliage beneath ever upward grows
Wisps of white float on high
Cotton wool clouds feather the sky
Cool the heat where shadows fall
Sip up moisture for rain to pour
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©Denise G Allen, 11 February 2016 09:25
Post No. 912
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Help
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O Lord, our Father
Only You can change this earth
From negative to positive
Let us construct not destruct
Advance not retreat
Back and forth and round about
You are our axis
Nothing stands still
This world whirls around your wlll
Open our eyes to realise
We are nothing without You
You are the sun, the moon, the stars
You are creation, and all is in motion
To bring us back to You
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©Denise G Allen, 05 February 2016 08:13
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. 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
Post No. 800
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Bee-ing Playful
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I saw a sight the other day
That almost blew my mind away;
A fat little bee buzzed past my face
And zipped across to take his place
Upon a velvet rose petal,
Then, such a dare-devil was he,
He dove into the yellow pillow
Head first and rolled from side to side
Coating himself in golden dust
And, as I watched him mesmerised
He jumped and rolled again with glee
Both playfully and joyfully before he
Flew away and left me smiling happily.
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©Denise G Allen, 13 May 2015 06:56
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We live in a plastic world
Where discards outweigh utility,
Where garbage pollutes air, land and sea
And everything is temporary;
Nature must take a back seat
‘Cos man has learned to manipulate
Greens and meat and all we eat.
Plastic, cardboard used once
Then tossed away. Society tells us
How to think, act and re-act,
Fit the parameters or be a mis-fit,
Clones of idEAlised/idOlised
Specimens of humanity don’t stir the pot,
Blow the snot where it lands –
Out of sight, out of mind.
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©Denise G Allen, 16 November 2014 07:28
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I have sat for hours,
And could sit for hours more,
Watching the sea;
Marvelling at its many moods
From a calm, gelatinous mass
To a raging, furious, crass
But fascinating, captivating
Eccentricity;
Throwing itself against the rocks
Blocking its way, and the spray
Dispersing, diffusing across my view
Covering you and me
As we watched the sea.
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©Denise G Allen, 05 November 2014 09:30
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