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Remembering

Post No. 814

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Remembering

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Remembering at a distance

The past is back in an instant

Time stands still once again

As it did way back then

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©Denise G Allen, 06 June 2015 12:15

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Whole-hearted

Post No. 802

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Whole-hearted

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There was a hole in my soul

A bowl waiting to be filled

A crater crying to be crammed

Teeming with feelings

Memories of You a part of me

Others cannot see

I am the vehicle and You the Driver

Behind the wheel, taking control

My heart is in your hands

And You will always understand

My search to return

To what was and will be

Always when I step into eternity

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©Denise G Allen, 18 May 2015 07:15


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Honesty

Post No. 796

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Honesty

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Seeing through a looking glass

Remembering with integrity

Trying with utmost sincerity

Unmolding from its history

Does the path run straight and true

Or does it take on another hue?

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Selective memories subconsciously

We continue unaware to place ourselves

In a different light, seemingly forever right

Wishful thinking becomes a fact-or

Allowing us the liberty to ride

Upon that rainbow in the sky.

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©Denise G Allen, 06 May 2015 14:57


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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


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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


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Over My Shoulder

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Looking over my shoulder

Into the past, all but forgotten

Through the merciless haze of time.

Scattered, dispersed like seeds in the wind,

Loved ones (and not so loved ones)

Gone forever, some into the ether,

Others into far-flung lands,

Leaving only memories, shadows

Lurking in yesterday’s infinity,

While the hands move on towards eternity.

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©Denise G Allen, 22 June 2014 07:10