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Post No. 797




This is a land of secrets

whispered behind closed doors

a raised hand bans lip reading

background machinations

use your imaginations

everything has its price

and money has the power

assassinations are for the taking

murder is for the making

and the price is always right

where is the law –gone before a fall

no longer able to drive a wedge

between good and evil

excise the rot from a bowl of fruit

the weevils from the food

corruption is the name of the game

and the players are able

to sit around the table pushing

kings queens and pawns back and forth

toppling governments

no longer servants but sovereigns

puffed up with their own importance

and the tale continues with whispers

getting louder, becoming shouts

and only now becoming heard

by ones who listen and could take action

the few brave enough to speak out

the rest deliberately blind

too inconvenient to see…


©Denise G Allen, 07 May 2015 05:43


Secrets of the Wind


The wind touches her hair,

Gently warms the air,

Whispers in her ear,

Secrets for no one to hear.


She listens to the secrets

Told her by the spirits

About sunrise and sunsets

About castles and turrets.


Magical worlds of fantasy,

Mystical scenes of make-believe,

Are they fact or fallacy,

Why then so hard to conceive.


Sitting silently watching the sea,

Letting her thoughts roam free,

She is brought back to reality

By the mischievous playful breeze.


©DGA 10 November 2011 04:09



Limpopo Area


I want to go

To Limpopo

Where the waters flow

And the forests grow;

Land of secrets and legends,

Relics and treasures,

Where wildlife abounds

In protected surrounds

With hopeful immunity

From hunters with impunity;

Home of Modjadji

Mythical Queen of the Rain,

The history and mystery

Of the kingdom and ruins

Of Mapungubwe;

So much to do,

So much to see

In this wild country


Baobab Tree and Giraffes


©DGA 28 October 2011 06:50

Note: Rudyard Kipling – The Elephant’s Child: