Post No. 888
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Skirting the Truth
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At times we dance around the truth
Brush against it like a moth
Until clouds appear and hide its light
Turning daytime into night
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©Denise G Allen, 21 October 2015 06:45
Post No. 888
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Skirting the Truth
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At times we dance around the truth
Brush against it like a moth
Until clouds appear and hide its light
Turning daytime into night
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©Denise G Allen, 21 October 2015 06:45
Post No. 871
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Night, Wind and Son
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I wake in the night
To the moon and stars
Shining ever so bright
Embellishing the skies
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The wind whispers His name
Rustling through the trees
Who are you, I ask
I am He, it replies
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The Son, heaven’s crown
Blesses all He shines upon
Bringing life-giving rain
Relief from heat and pain
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©Denise G Allen, 09 September 2015 18:04
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Black as the night
Absorbing all light
Sometimes invisible
But very beautiful
When viewed silhouetted
Against the bright rising sun
Emerald eyes stare
Unblinking, considering
Which way to run…
And then he was gone.
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©Denise G Allen, 02 July 2014 08:07
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The inky blackness of the night
Is warm and cloying on my skin
Blanket-like it covers me
I find it difficult to breathe
Clotted air weighs heavily
Upon my body as I lie
Presses down against my breast
A spectral lover in the dark
Would that you’d return to me
Hold me in your gentle arms
Stroke me with your loving touch
And be the one I miss so much
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©Denise G Allen, 21 January 2013 13:08
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Silence is broken
Torn open
By the hoot
Of a solitary owl
And the quarter moon
Exposed
Unclothed
Slides
Tries to hide
Behind a cloud
In the sky
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©DGA 18 January 2012 06:13
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On the cusp of sleep
Thoughts, imagination, inspiration
Wander up hill and down dale.
Recollections… introspections… meditations…
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Material obsessions:
Baubles bright in the sunlight,
Earthly jewels, possessions,
Worth nought in the afterlife.
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Treasures of the soul:
Love, joy, contentment,
Life-energy spiritually whole,
Surrendered to His control.
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©DGA 14 January 2012 09:10
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Ghost Ship
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A ghost ship
Riding the fog
Night of the dog
Silence weighed heavy
In days of yore
During the War
When a whispered breath
Could bring death
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Image: http://granny1947.wordpress.com
©DGA 03 January 2012 08:40
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In the blackest black of night
Sea and sky are joined as one
With no horizon, no decisive line
Of separation.
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So if, in life, we cross into the night,
Stray beyond the edge of light,
And, excepting we atone, we remain
Sullied by sin.
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©DGA 14 September 2011 01:59