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I lost myself in the ways of the world,
I stumbled and fell in the mire,
But the Lord saw me fall
And He reached out his hand,
Said, I understand,
It is easy for you to do,
Just keep your eyes on the cross
At the top of the hill
Where the road runs straight and true,
If you falter and fall, you must pick yourself up,
If you stray on the way, call on Me
For I will be there – My love will set you free.
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©Denise G Allen, 21 October 2014 15:51
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A silver thread ran through the wind
Winding and twining round and round;
Freedom at last
From a muggy past
Where the air lay heavy and still
And he was trapped as it overlapped
Until, bursting with joy,
He cartwheeled into the clouds
Scattering flaming colours,
Washes of silver and gold,
As he zig-zagged his path
With a tinkling laugh,
Way up high across the sky,
Leaving his grumbling shadow to follow.
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©Denise G Allen, 12 June 2014 10:59
God’s Trees
God’s Trees
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Symbols of strength and beauty,
God’s trees stand tall and free
Praising their Maker for all to see,
Holding the mysteries of histories,
Living, breathing entities
Supplying oxygen for you and me ~
How magnificent is He who could make a tree!
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Image and poem: ©Denise G Allen, 03 March 2014 02:46
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Sunrise at the seaside
Bloodied the water and
The golden sands blushed,
But not for long,
A few minutes and it was gone.
A tiny movement caught my eye,
~~ a bird flapping?
It was not, but a sweet wrapping
Trapped ‘tween sand and breeze,
Flip-flap, flip-flap as it tried to get free.
I loosened the sand and watched
As it sailed way, way up in the air ~~
A kite without a tail, but it was free
As free as it could possibly be
And I thought, “If only we… …”
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©Denise G Allen, 08 January 2014 04:48
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EsCAPE… exPLORE…
From time immemorial man
has been dissatisfied with the status quo,
but now… has he grown lazy,
too easily pacified, gratified, molified
with his executions of excursions
into the unknown from the planet he calls ‘home’?
Danger, has reared its ugly head. No flying in its face!
All carried out in unreal time, with bits and bytes.
No new frontiers that MATTER (or hard-ly).
When we are forced to vacate this home
where do we go and do we take with us
our selfish-ness, destructive-ness, vicious-ness
to contaminate the future?
If not, how do we leave it behind?
Change is OVERdue…
and if WE don’t/can’t make it ~~
who can?
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©Denise G Allen, 02 January 2014 11:33
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My soul sings
With the song of the wind,
Harmonising, synchronising…
Blow high, blow low
As around the world we go
Carried as the air’s
Sweet currents flow
From the mountains on high
To the valleys below
Lift me up, lift me up…
Let my spirit soar
On the wings of the wind.
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©Denise G Allen, 19 October 2013 13:56
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What right have we
To be self-satisfied?
Do we really want our offspring
To be mirrors of ourselves?
Is it good enough for them ~
The best of us, or the worst of us?
We train our children to think
IN the box ~ or not to think at all!
Don’t rock the boat!
No freedom of thought ~
What a blunder ~
Farting against thunder!
Education is just masturbation
Stroking your ego for a job not done.
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©Denise G Allen, 26 September 2013 06:29
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There’s no starting over
What’s done is done
What’s said is said
I had no confidence left
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Eroded away ‘til I was gone
Just an empty shell
A shadow of myself
A sacrifice in the name of ‘love’
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A joker’s prank so off it stank
Reborn in my middle age
To regain what had been lost
But we knew that time was past
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©Denise G Allen, 23 July 2013 08:34
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leaders are needed
to lead from the front
doing their best for all mankind
but money is power
and power is god
calling the shots
and telling what’s what
promoting relations
and friends to the top
crony-ism thrives
there’s (dis)honour among thieves
elections are due
to be held next year
and will changes occur
in the voting majority
or will they follow the leader
like sheep to the slaughter
it remains to be seen
if the mass has matured
and is aware of the position
but really don’t care…
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©Denise G Allen, 07 May 2013 07:37
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My trust lies in the dust
trampled underfoot
my soul is exposed
as a worthless part of the heart
revealed as nothing more
and nothing less
than just another word…
I need another world
another space where faith
can teach me to trust again
and not barter trust
for a place in the sun
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©Denise G Allen, 15 April 2013 09:17
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