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The Pink Daisy

The Pink Daisy

The Pink Daisy

The Pink Daisy

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Walking in the misty morn,

The world around me sleeping still,

The birthing sun tints the sky

With beauty from another realm ~

Rosy posies, red and gold

Glorious splendour to behold ~

And then from the corner of my eye

I spied a speck, a spot of purest pink.

Along the grass-edged path it lay

Neglected, withering even as I gazed;

‘tis since recovered with pride of place

At home among my simple flowers

Rooted well in ecstasy

With flowering blossoms for all to see

Its happiness in being saved.

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©Denise G Allen, 06 September 2014 08:21


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The Promise

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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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Birdsong

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I think there’s a link between the sunrise
and the blue skies and the birds’ cries.
When I lie in bed I can hear when the sky is clear…
The raucous cries of the larger birds tear me from my sleep,
while the smaller chirps and cheeps try their hardest to compete ~
all this in the darkest night before the sun even shows himself awake ~
but I know, I can tell, a beautiful day awaits.

In the same way, when the birdsong is muted
and the screams have lost their harshness,
I know, I can feel, that a gentle day is in the offing,
perhaps with showers and a softening in the air.

How can any deny our Father when the proof is always there
and nature sings His praises for all the world to hear?
Are we ‘accidental’ beings and our world a chance MIS-take?
It’s preposterous to think that this could be the case!

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©Denise G Allen, 14 January 2014 06:44


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Catfight at Sunrise

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Fight or flight

Cornered with no escape

Make or break

Either way he’s done

With a YOWL and a grOWL

They leap into the attack

Never turning their back

All TEETH and CLAWS

Without a pause

Fur flies like large snowflakes

White, bright, like a pillow fight

Twirling, whirling feline dervishes

Rolling over and over

I had to intervene

Between protagonist and antagonist

The former strutted off

Tail in the air

While the latter slunk home

To lick his wounds

No real damage done

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©Denise G Allen, 17 July 2013 13:50