Post No. 885
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Secret Music
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All of life is a poem
A psalm of praise for our Lord
Molecules dance to the music
Played by the DNA strings
While the nucleus hums softly
At the very core of the cell
In sinc with the melody
Encrypted in the codes of our genes
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©Denise G Allen, 15 October 2015 08:13
Post No. 855
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Silver Fish
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Flash of silver quick as lightning
Fleet of fin (ha) they catch a ride
On the backwash of each wave
Taking shelter behind cropped rocks
Knowing the music of the sea
Feeling the rhythm of the water
Breathing in, breathing out
Anticipating even the crabs’
Sideways stagger —
Silent hunters of the ocean floor —
Confident of the secret pathways
Shortcuts made to aid escape
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©Denise G Allen, 15 August 2015 08:24
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Lift me up on the crest of the wave,
Let me ride home safe to the shore,
The joy I feel when I am borne,
Weightless on the water,
Will be with me evermore.
The music of the sea does not falter,
The song of the sea does not fade,
As I hold the conch shell to my ear
The echo of the sea remains.
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©Denise G Allen, 08 November 2014 11:44
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Subdued colours
Weave the painting
Slightly out of focus
In the smoke-filled room.
People twirled
In another world
On the spinning floor.
Only the music
Holds them together
Tight against each other
Until… until… slowly
The magic of the music
Fades into the night.
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©Denise G Allen, 27 March 2014 07:24
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Surrounded by birds,
The gentle morning chorus
Of twitters and chirps,
Overlaid by a cacophony
Of screeches and screams –
I yearn for the power to paint
In multiple colours of music ~
The magical sounds that I hear.
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©Denise G Allen, 06 February 2014 02:00
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Dreams…
Disappearing like quick-silver
Just out of reach
Sleeping, waking, always escaping
As quick as a wink, before you can blink
Fluid, flowing into the ether
Nothing to hold, were I so bold as to try
Just an impression, an inkling, a notion
But oh for a potion to clasp it, to grasp it
Before it dissolves in the mists of time
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©Denise G Allen, 06 September 2013 08:29
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Laid back, dimmed lights ~
No brights ~ warm room
Strummmming of the strings
Mellllow tone of the trombone
TiCkle and tiNkle of piano keys
Melding in a sad, forlorn form
Memories…
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©Denise G Allen, 28 August 2013 02:54
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Magic has rocked their complacency,
Questioned their dependency
And infiltrated all the pots.
She has the soul of a true artiste;
Sour faces smile, chatter all the while,
There is music in the air,
Light and love are everywhere –
Gone at last is the status quo –
‘Whoever heard of a 5-star kitchen in a Home?’
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©Denise G Allen, 30 May 2013 07:10
The ability to get excited
By something or someone
To the exclusion of all else.
Life without passion
Is like sipping cold soup
On a bleak winter’s day.
©Denise G Allen 19 December 2012 14:41
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He is here
Waiting in the wings
Every eye shall see Him
And every ear shall hear
The glorious music of His coming
When the veil is peeled
And He is revealed
To the eyes of mortal man
He will descend
On the wings of a dove
Clothed in raiment of purest love
And at last we can
Prostrate ourselves before Him
In utter adoration
At the total liberation of our souls
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©DGA 30 June 2012 07:40
I believe that the following is the correct manner in which to claim one’s copyright. Better safe than sorry…
© Denise G Allen 30 June 2012 07:40
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