Post No. 907
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Waiting
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Child of love in heaven born
Child of dew in the early morn
Angels sing a sweet refrain
Gently, softly till He comes again
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©Denise G Allen, 10 January 2016 11:01
Tag Archives: dream
Nightmare
Post No. 903
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Nightmare
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Life blood leaks down the walls
Black shadows crowd in the halls
The old house shivers and shakes
While dark memories keep him awake
Memories that won’t go to bed
Memories that crowd in his head
Troubled, constantly whirling
Tossing and turning
Seeking escape from his thoughts
As the night drags slowly
Tick by tick and tock by tock
And the sun lags lazily behind the clock
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©Denise G Allen, 10 December 2015 15:55
Poetry Translated
Post No. 883
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Poetry Translated
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A language of feelings
That speak to my soul
‘bout love carried on the wind
With scents of flowers to refresh
The tinkle of water in the stream
While I dream of things to come
In the free flow of life
Carrying us onward
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©Denise G Allen, 12 October 2015 07:52
Painting in Pastels
Post No. 829
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Painting in Pastels
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Airbrush a gentle
Suggestion of colour
A palette of blush
An aura of pallor
A sensation of wash
And a glow or glimmer
A glister or lustre
A trace or a shadow
An air of mystery
Of enchanting subtlety
Painting beyond prose
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©Denise G Allen, 25 June 2015 16:58
Life
Post No. 815
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Life
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A life without
- a dream
- a vision
- a goal
(whether big or small)
isn’t worth living at all
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©Denise G Allen, 07 June 2015 06:10
Smoke
Post No. 811
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Smoke
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Heat shimmers
Air expands
And smoke drifts
Lazily twists and twirls
Gracefully whirls and curls
Ever upwards
Slowly gently dissipating
Dissolving in air
But still there
Smelled but unseen
As in a dream –
Doors slam
Dogs bark
Have you started the braai
They cry
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©Denise G Allen, 03 June 2015 06:44
Dreamcatcher
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A net of air, barely there,
Sheer, translucent gauze,
Filmy, frothy, transparent,
Delicate and diaphanous
Whilst the dreams it holds
Are powerless to dictate
Or germinate as we
Distract ourselves with
The mundane and profane.
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©Denise G Allen, 23 September 2014 07:26
Sunday
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Dong….. dong….. dong…..
In the distance of my mind
I hear the church bells ringing
Dong….. dong….. dong…..
The deep melodic tone, calling, calling
Mellow, hollow, resounding
In memory’s echo chamber
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Hurry, scurry, we can’t be late
Children stumble at a half-run
Biggest in front, smallest behind
One on a bicycle drags his foot
Slowing himself in order to wait
While the last little boy kicks stones
On the ground with his boot
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Dong….. dong….. dong…..
In the distance of my mind
I hear the church bells ringing
Dong….. dong….. dong…..
The deep melodic tone, calling, calling
Mellow, hollow, resounding
In memory’s echo chamber
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©Denise G Allen, 22 July 2014 07:27
Gravity
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Gravity is grounded
As solemn as the grave,
Firmly bound, without a sound
Seriously unfounded,
Soaking up the sun-light
My mind took flight
Up, up on the warm air currents,
As high as the birds in the sky,
Higher still to the clouds;
I could see myself sitting on the chair
Dozing in the warm air
But, looking upward into the blue
I fancied I saw too
A tiny dot all alone
Small as a pin
p
r
i
c
k
going home.
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©Denise G Allen, 04 July 2014 05:12
Seeds of Life
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We need seeds to plant
When this planet is dead,
Stripped for posterity
By commerce and industry
And selfish activities
Without a thought of
Tomorrow…
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Scatter seeds for the future ~
From the North to the South,
From the East to the West ~
Seeds of learning,
Seeds of birthing,
Animal and vegetable,
Original, incorruptible…
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Can we start again?
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©Denise G Allen, 28 March 2014 15:57
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