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The Past

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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

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Pressure

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


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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


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Time Used…

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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


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Echoes of the Past

Single simple rose

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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