Sunrise

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I paint by numbers,

I write by keys,

I have no originality,

Blue sky, white clouds,

A red sun spills blood

Into a cold, cold sea.

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©Denise G Allen, 10 October 2014 07:52

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

Black

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Black as the night

Absorbing all light

Sometimes invisible

But very beautiful

When viewed silhouetted

Against the bright rising sun

Emerald eyes stare

Unblinking, considering

Which way to run…

And then he was gone.

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©Denise G Allen, 02 July 2014 08:07

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

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

Morning

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The early mist of morning
Hangs suspended in the air,
Weaves among the trees ~
A veil of secrecy ~
And life begins to stir.

A sweet and gentle breeze
Ripples through the leaves
And the heavens blush
Palest pink, seeping, deepening
Into a bloodied sky.

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©Denise G Allen, 03 December 2013 04:06

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

En-Lightened

Sunrise

En-Lightened

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The sky lightened through the trees,

My spirit lifted by degrees,

The birdsong added to the mood

And every thing in the world was good.

The beauty in the world around

Reflected Your magnificence

And suddenly it all made sense.

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Poem and image: ©Denise G Allen, 24 June 2013 07:09

Expressions

Sunrise

Sunset

Expressions
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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

Dawning

Sunrise

Dawning
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Birthing, beginning, appearing, occurring,

Rays of light shining bright,

Sparks of perception,

Conception, in the night,

Comprehension, apprehension,

Understanding, awakening, insight

Emotions grow wider, softer

As we age, time spent intent

On introverted expansion,

And other dimensions,

Getting to the kernel of recognition

Of what makes us tick and others tock.

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Poem and Image: ©Denise G Allen, 04 May 2013 06:37