Post No. 876
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Sunshine in the Valley
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Let the sun shine in the valley
Chase the shadows far far away
It breaks my heart to see you suffer
It breaks my heart to see your pain
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If i could turn the clocks around
And let the cogs themselves unwind
Return once more to yesteryear
Firmly anchored ‘gainst the wind
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Father God there’s only You
Shielding us from desolation
Preserving us from devastation
With you on our side we must abide
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©Denise G Allen, 21 September 2015 08:58
Post No. 835
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Dark Valley
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The sun shines brightly
On surrounding mountain tops
While down in the valley
Mist swirls patterns emerge
And darkness rules
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Shards of pain pierce again
And again while lightning flashes
Thunder resounds from outcrops
As rocks parade their metallic
Makeup content as backdrops
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To the display of higher power
Oh to rise high in the skies
Rest in the warmth of the Son
Away from the doom and gloom
And the worries of the world
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©Denise G Allen, 06 July 2015 09:31
Post No. 803
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Sleepy
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Head back, I dozed, eyes closed,
Sun and shade played
On translucent eyelids
Barely visible
Felt, rather than seen
Thru the screen of lashes
Resting on my cheek.
Dust motes dance
Up and down a shaft of light
Then, as it fades,
They too vanish from sight.
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©Denise G Allen, 20 May 2015 16:51
Edited
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He is the world
He is the sun
He is the core of everyone
He is the word
He is the life
He is the dark
And the brightest shining light
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©Denise G Allen, 04 September 2014 09:10
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Adulation warped his image:
Mirror-perfect it seemed to him,
He was bigger than all,
Better than all,
Even the law.
But pride goes before a fall.
He flew too close to the sun
Like Icarus of old, and
Despite all his gold
He was consumed
By the flames of his own
Imperfection.
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©Denise G Allen, 21 February 2014 07:17
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The mares of night
Thunder ‘cross the skies,
Thousand volts lightning bolts
At their heels;
Clouds light up
Faces of the dead
And the chandelier falls to the ground
Without a sound.
Bedlam rules the world
While Hope hides away
Waiting for the day,
For the sun to rise
In the eastern skies
And wash our souls…
Time is running out ~
Running-running-running ~
Racing towards the new world.
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©Denise G Allen, 15 February 2014 05:39
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Mornings of mist and mystery
Before the sun awakes,
Slakes his unending thirst,
Drinking the last drops of dew
And sucking dry the clouds
Hanging pregnant in the sky.
Midsummer days…
Breathless pulsating heat
Throbbing through the air,
Life-draining lethargy,
Absolutely no energy…
An artificial atmosphere
Feeding pre-cooled air
Satisfies the well-heeled,
But cold showers are best
For the rest…
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©Denise G Allen, 04 February 2014 11:15
Sunrise
Sunset
I love to watch and see
The expressions in the sky
From the wond’rous beauty of the sunrise,
Hear the morning chorus sing,
To the peace and calm of evening
As the twitters fade and die;
The sun descends from heaven
And takes with him the light
So we can sleep at peace
Throughout the night.
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Images and poem: ©Denise G Allen, 18 May 2013 05:19
There is creative reading as well as creative writing.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
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My mind meanders like a river
‘Cross polished stones and burnished sand
Feels the ripples of the water
Running o’er my burning hand
Where the sun has warmed my bloodstream
The liquid gently damps it down
And my fingers dribble slowly
Wash away my mental frown
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©Denise G Allen, 28 April 2013 05:55
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A gruelling journey
Over mountain crags,
Steep cliffs, wide clefts,
Waters-falling, echoes calling,
In sun and rain, arduous terrain,
Boulders, rocks, and stones,
A TAXing, TIRing test
Demanding our very best
To culminate in sucCESS.
If it were easy, stress-free,
Our victory would be worth-less.
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©Denise G Allen, 24 March 2013 07:11
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