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Poetry Translated

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

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Night, Wind and Son

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


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Beating the Cold

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 Wind

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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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Clouds

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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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Windy Day

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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