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For Love of Your Child

Post No. 816


For Love of Your Child


Is there a list that I have missed

Of doing time to fit the crime:

This for that, tit for tat,

Hard to say…

Can we love too much

But it’s not the same

God is God

To be worshipped,

Admired, beloved

And held in awe,

Where you are flesh of my flesh,

Blood of my blood,

Human as me in my mortality.


©Denise G Allen, 08 June 2015 10:15


The Spirit of Art


Flesh and bone can write the music

And the heart supply the beat,

But for the music to be whole – it needs soul.


Every artist has a soul and his work will not be whole

Unless he leaves a part of it behind.

Painters, sculptors, poets, all,

Often manage to enthral admirers

With the wealth of their emotions.

Joy and sorrow, anguish, pain

Reflected in their work

Can sometimes miss the mark

Being overdone like rumpsteak in the pan.


©Denise G Allen, 28 December 2012  07:04