Post No. 861
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Once
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Once there was a time
A time no word would rhyme
A time when I died inside
Once there was a time
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But it was true what they said
The cog locked, the wheel turned
The sun burned once more in the sky
Once there was a time
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Words tripped and fell
My head was too full
As they tried and tried
To climb out of my skull
Once there was a time
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©Denise G Allen, 22 August 2015 23:26
Post No. 860
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In Sync
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Red wine to infuse the blue
ending a long dry season
waiting ‘til time and tide
decide
whether we sync or swim
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©Denise G Allen, 21 August 2015 05:51
Post No. 854
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And Time
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And time can be so misunderstood
Whether flying by in the blink of an eye
Or dragging slowly, stretching, extending
Seemingly depending on one’s view
And thyme is of the essence too
Stuffing in a fowl never smelled as good —
The aroma beckoning our hunger pangs
We walk life’s path hand-in-hand with time
Alongside us and our shadow lags behind
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©Denise G Allen, 14 August 2015 14:44
Post No. 818
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Your Face
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Turn your face towards the light
Lift the corners of the gloom
Passing time will leave its stain
Petals fall upon the ground
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©Denise G Allen, 12 June 2015 10:23
Post No. 814
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Remembering
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Remembering at a distance
The past is back in an instant
Time stands still once again
As it did way back then
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©Denise G Allen, 06 June 2015 12:15
Post No. 795
Caught Up by Life
Living in a world of words
Dizzying whizzing as I lie in bed
While they whirl around my head
A carousel, a wishing well
A spelling bee buzzes in and out
Playing catch-me-if-you-can
Can, can, can, all the rage
With dancers on a Paris stage
Memories are all we have
Smoke and mirrors reflecting
Deflecting through the glass
Champagne bubbles while we try
To read the answers in our eyes
But time has been and gone
Too late to question were we right
Or were we wrong…
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©Denise G Allen, 01 May 2015 10:29
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Tick tock says the clock
Time is passing
Pastime, passed time
Waiting, debating
Is there time on hand
Or is the moment at hand
Has time run out
Is it running out
Where does time go
Is it going
Or has it gone
How much time is left
Who knows?
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©Denise G Allen, 01 October 2014 11:14
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Looking over my shoulder
Into the past, all but forgotten
Through the merciless haze of time.
Scattered, dispersed like seeds in the wind,
Loved ones (and not so loved ones)
Gone forever, some into the ether,
Others into far-flung lands,
Leaving only memories, shadows
Lurking in yesterday’s infinity,
While the hands move on towards eternity.
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©Denise G Allen, 22 June 2014 07:10
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Time used to be
When we could sit
Quietly
And reflect on past history;
A lifestyle of gentle ebbs and flows.
How I miss those early years,
Those simple, unpretentious folks
With clean, naïve and artless jokes
When crime was crime, make no mistake
And sentences carried out to break
The notion that one could escape
The law.
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©Denise G Allen, 12 March 2014 13:09
Sidey’s weekend theme this week is ‘LATE’:
http://viewfromtheside.wordpress.com/2013/07/28/weekend-theme-116/#comment-11894
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Use your time, don’t let it slide
Into the Great Divide
‘tween Heaven and Earth,
Misused, into the past –
Lost in the vast-ness of space…
Whether you dream dreams,
Write reams, run the race of life,
Just don’t waste your time –
Your gift from God –
On fruitless pursuits.
More precious than stones,
Silver or gold, time cannot be stored
For use on a rainy day,
Cannot be ignored as it
Catches you up and passes you by.
Too late, too late, you will cry
As on your deathbed you lie.
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©Denise G Allen, 27 July 2013 08:38
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