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Post No. 919
The Past
The past keeps pace with the present
A moving shadow walking in our shoes
Echoing who we were
Molding us into who we are
Tap, tap, tap in stiletto heels
Clomp, clomp, clomp in brogues
There’s no escaping history
Just how is a mystery, but
The past lies waiting at the gate
Copyright Denise G Allen, 6 April 2016 10:30
Post No. 896
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Pressure
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We are under pressure
To run the race of life
The here and now comes first
No more living in the past
Take a step back and look
At today: “life in the fast lane”
Actors in masks doing what is asked
Superficiality has no bounds
Insanity reigns in this melee
As all and sundry join the fray
Feelings smothered, masked
As we try to portray the ideals
Thrust on us by those in the know
And we accept without a word
Without a sign of a struggle
Because we all want to be someone else
And pretence leaves emptiness.
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©Denise G Allen, 13 November 2015 09:27
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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Living in the past
Leaves no room for the present
Just marking time on the spot
Until death overtakes
Overwhelms us like a wave
In the ocean of life
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©Denise G Allen, 09 August 2014 10:21
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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
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Time used to be
When we could sit
Quietly
And reflect on past history;
A lifestyle of gentle ebbs and flows.
How I miss those early years,
Those simple, unpretentious folks
With clean, naïve and artless jokes
When crime was crime, make no mistake
And sentences carried out to break
The notion that one could escape
The law.
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©Denise G Allen, 12 March 2014 13:09
Single simple rose
Echoes of the Past
Yesterday…
Echoes through mists of time and space,
Sometimes tough to see its face,
Complex intricate forms display
In the presence of today.
Life and death are intertwined,
Silk and thorns are all designed
To influence, guide, hold sway
For hence we have evolved this way.
Image and poem: ©Denise G Allen, 30 July 2013 05:37
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Spring rains wash away
Winter’s signs of death and decay,
Settling the dry and powdery dust,
Cleaning the air enabling us
To live and breathe in harmony,
To procreate and propagate,
To carry life forward from the past
Into the future where at last
We’ll find a way to live in love
Guided by the One above.
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©DGA 22 May 2012 07:24
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Memories rattle round
Like the old pots and pans
On a wandering tinker’s dray
With an enormous array
Of potions and lotions
And creams galore
Piled up high on the wooden floor
Scents and events long forgot
Bring a knot to my throat
As I drown in the gush and the rush
At last released from the heart of the past
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©DGA 19 December 2011 06:29
Sidey’s Weekend Challenge – 22.10.2010: Bridges
Burning Bridges
I burnt the bridges to my past,
Finally and forever,
With the fire in my heart.
No what ifs and no upsets,
Ended for eternity,
Ashes to ashes with no regrets.
Image: Photobucket.com
©DGA 23.10.2010
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