Post No. 883
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Poetry Translated
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A language of feelings
That speak to my soul
‘bout love carried on the wind
With scents of flowers to refresh
The tinkle of water in the stream
While I dream of things to come
In the free flow of life
Carrying us onward
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©Denise G Allen, 12 October 2015 07:52
Post No. 871
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Night, Wind and Son
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I wake in the night
To the moon and stars
Shining ever so bright
Embellishing the skies
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The wind whispers His name
Rustling through the trees
Who are you, I ask
I am He, it replies
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The Son, heaven’s crown
Blesses all He shines upon
Bringing life-giving rain
Relief from heat and pain
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©Denise G Allen, 09 September 2015 18:04
Post No. 819
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Fall
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Wind-blown gust-strewn
Crispy crunchy leaves
A cornflake breakfast scape
Raining down on me
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©Denise G Allen, 13 June 2015 08:12
Post No. 813
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Beating the Cold
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Cold in the early morning
And in the evening too
Then suddenly at midday
The wind blew the sun away
Impossible to sleep
Shivering and shaking
One simple thing to do
Become my own heater
In a home-made igloo
Climbed into bed
Bedclothes o’er my head
Sealed myself in tight
Then breathed with all my might
In two three four, out two three four
(my forever trick for sleepless nights)
In the blink of an eye
I was warm as toast
Put my head out in tortoise mode
And the lovely cool air rode over my face
As I felt myself falling… falling…
Only to wake in the early morning
As fresh as the new day dawning
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©Denise G Allen, 05 June 2015 06:47
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‘twas a wild, wild wind,
a wily, capricious
wind from the west,
its mischievous
spirit wavering, teetering
‘tween destruction and
obstruction – construction
not an option!
thrust and pause,
howling and moaning,
keening and droning
until it slowed to a sighing
as daylight lifted its mood
and its temper subsided
which was all to the good.
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©Denise G Allen, 28 September 2014 12:27
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They sail on high and fill the sky
With shapes asunder, large and small,
Harbingers of rain, or thunder,
Giving relief to the thirsty earth.
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They move without a single sound
As shadows creep across the ground,
Separating, pooling, as the wind blows,
Journeying as far and wide as the sky goes.
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©Denise G Allen, 24 July 2014 09:41
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Swirling, curling, the wind
Blew leaves from cracks
And crevices hidden from
Our eyes – surprise, surprise!
We who thought it cleanly swept
Since the last leaves had left
Tree branches bare, bereft
Of foliage, now find dried leaves,
Sun-fried to a crisp, strewn
Confetti-style across the lawn.
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©Denise G Allen, 08 July 2014 12:03
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A gutsy, gusty wind blows hard against my window pane,
Rattling the blinds, klonk, klonk, klonkity, klonk
And sleep stretches further and further away
Almost out of reach…
My mother was a worrier most of her life;
If it wasn’t ‘your father’, it was ‘you children’
But she did have peace after he had left,
Peace that ‘passeth all understanding’* which I,
Only now, fully comprehend.
The lamp shows it to be one thirty ay em
As I rise to close the outer door, Cat’s only escape route
From the prison of my home…
The wind has changed to sensuous sounds of the sea
Swelling, washing, back and forth, back and forth,
Calming, soothing and the Rime of the Ancient Mariner
Comes to mind as I drift away on the vast sea of eternity.
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©Denise G Allen, 20 June 2014 01:05
* http://biblehub.com/philippians/4-7.htm
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A sunny day, or so it seemed,
But a stray mischievous wind
Breathed a tendril of ice
Behind my neck, down my back,
Too weak to move the leaves
But enough to make me freeze
And pull my collar higher,
And my scarf tighter as I hied on by.
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©Denise G Allen, Wednesday, 11 June 2014 11:17
Listen to the Trees
Hush…
Do you hear the trees
Blowing in the breeze,
Bowing to the wind?
Shush…
Voices in my mind
Calling out my name
Always sound the same?
Mother o’ mine
Your voice is clear
Only the words I cannot hear,
Blending and bending with the leaves
Rustling and jostling on the trees.
Video and poem ©Denise G Allen, 06 May 2014 07:59
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