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Post No. 843




Is life a dream and are we dreamers all

imaginations running wild as the wind

and when we experience déjà vu

does your subconscious speak to you

we enter and leave by the gates of birth and death

born into one reality to die into another

only baring our souls uncloaked to a few

that we trust are faithful and true


©Denise G Allen, 22 July 2015 09:22


Are We…


Are we who we think we are
Or do we change our skin,
Like a chameleon,
In order to fit in and win
The popularity contest,
Mr, Miss or Mrs Cool-hip?

Do we, in fact, hide what’s inside?
Do we show the ‘real me’, the reality?
Or do we only reveal
What we want you to see?
Truth or fiction, perfect diction
Displayed without, but what’s within?

Stripped down to bed-rock
Base core, no more,
Allow us to show our true colours,
Expose ourselves,
In order to clothe ourselves
In authenticity and sincerity.


©Denise G Allen, 10 March 2014 14:15


The Edge of the World


Teetering on a tightrope
Hanging on a shelf
Grasp with frozen fingertips
While the moon hangs itself

Reality is become fiction
And fiction doesn’t exist
Solid ground falls away
Leaving space in its place

Heads spin on shoulders
Wi(l)de-eyed at far-off visions
Sense-less dreams of peace
On our bleeding earth


©Denise G Allen, 23 March 2013 03:54