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The Collector



Day of peace, thankfulness and worship

What better day for

The collector and his cronies

To be out and about

Dressed in their Sunday best

Donning a hat and a pious face

Who would suspect

They are there to collect…


Souls of the sad, souls of the malcontent

Souls of the dissident

Souls all alone

Souls seeking a home –

EnGarde, beware –

They are there in disguise

Hunting and hounding

Seeking and stalking

Dissecting…, collecting…


©Denise G Allen, 14 July 2013 07:19


Behind the Scene


Tranquil lawns of green,

sprinkled with the last autumn leaves,

flower beds alive with colours, roses pink, irises blue

and daisies big and small –

photo’s can’t do justice to them all –

how misleading, how deceiving,

this scene, so serene,

a microcosm of our world

where good stands against evil –

God against the devil –

corrupted souls, hypocrisy grows

and Satan smiles all the while.

This restful place should offer peace

with God, oneself and with nature,

but it harbours vile and malicious spirits

intent on sowing spite and malevolence,

insidiously and ingeniously

undetected in the main,

but ignored by some –

tantamount to sanction…


©Denise G Allen, 02 July 2013 13:28


Walking Tall


Walking straight, walking tall
Like the shadows on the wall
Soundless footsteps in the hall
Velvet feet that fail to fall

Now you see him, then you don’t
Down the colonnades of time
Clothed in vogues of yesteryear
Details stark in black and white

Innocence shown far too late
Hopeless to avoid his fate
Black blood splashes, spatters, pools
Justice failed to find its weight


©Denise G Allen, 03 June 2013 11:17


When you gonna see (rap)


Hey, J-Zee
When you gonna see
Ed-u-cation is the key
We don’t all need
A D-gree
What we want
Is capa-city
To live a life
No strife
Don’t you see
Take our pride
Let us decide
Give us the tools
We not fools
Give us the chance
To sing and dance
Kanye West and Dr Dre
Will let us play
We B A for Away

©Denise G Allen, 12 May 2013 07:29



She’s made herself a beast of burden,
saddled with the liability
(deemed to be a necessity),
saddened by her inability
thus increasing the complexity,
as she’s an avid defendant
and therefore a co-dependant
which, in all the confusion,
appears to be a delusion.

See also: A Mother’s Prayer

©Denise G Allen 16 December 2012 16:17


Busy Hands


Back in the room we were before

Where the sun remained outside the door

Eight or nine old souls are there

Each ensconced in his own chair


Eyes cast down towards the ground

Silence reigns. The only sound

The clickety clack that needles make

Soft and rhythmic, quite hypnotic


In, round, through, off

In, round, through, off

Her neighbour busy too folding a tissue fanned

And ironing it smooth with the other hand


It’s quite easy to understand

The comfort gleaned from busy hands

Years of repetition ingrained

Rituals of the past retained


With the rest of the people it’s hard to tell

Just which of them are alive and well

There’s only one who meets your eyes

Before they slide away surprised


‘Cos no one cares if they’re alive or dead

Or fast asleep, though not in bed


©DGA 15 January 2012 08:39



A man is arrested as police clear the private park next
to Juan Pablo Duarte square of Occupy Wall Street protesters following their
early morning eviction from Zuccotti Park on November 15, 2011

(Spencer Platt / Getty Images / AFP)




At least I have somewhere to stay…

At least I have something to eat.


Shame on you City Fathers,

Is this how you treat your brothers?

Go on, paper over the cracks,

Hide the crumbling walls,

Carry on with your lying,

Your Democracy is dying!


OWS = Occupy Wall Street


©DGA 16 November 2011 02:06





i wen’ home mit* my fren’, martie,

acos** there’s nutting for me since pa lef’ an’ ma goes to work now.

martie’s ma gave us tea an’ thick slices of bread an’ jam

then we done ours homework and then we wen’ outside to play.

today we played hopscotch.

when i lef’ to go home, martie’s ma asked if martie can come to my house

tomorrow after school, acos it’s friday.

i said yes acos i seen the look in her oupa’s*** eye,

an’ my ma had tol’ me ‘bout fridays, an’ men, an’ brannawyn****,

so from then on we always wen’ to my house after school on fridays like.


*mit = with
**acos = because
***oupa = grandpa
****brannawyn, brandewyn = brandy

©DGA 23 August 2011 02:26


Princes of the Universe

Princes of the Universe

Who do we think we are
Princes of the universe
Tin gods living out our curse
Stealing from another’s purse
Paying for our fathers’ sins
Hiding in our thickest skins
This world owes us a living
So we must take take take
And never be seen to be giving
Take take take eat the last of the cake
To hell with the others
To hell with our brothers
As long as we’re alright Jack
Take care to scratch each other’s back
We’re princes of the universe
Yes, we’re princes of the universe

©DGA 17 August 2011 11:28