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Once

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


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Caught Up by Life

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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Listen to the Trees

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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Second Hand Life

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We are lucky to live in the here and now

More than one life it is possible to lead

Always supposing we have learned how to read

Books galore – whatever your fancy

Other worlds, other words

Romance, adventure, true life and fiction

In all the tongues of the world

Recordings will suffice with clear diction

Or projection of pictures, both moving and still

One can also discover (uncover) a skill

Life imitating art mimicking life…

But remember life is for living

We are starring in it –

So don’t waste a minute…

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©Denise G Allen, 24 April 2013 05:51


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The Cutting Edge

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The cutting edge,

Serrated, jagged, ragged,

Notched and pocked,

Can’t hurt as deep as

Tongues like swords

That pierce with words,

That lash like a *nine-tailed cat,

Wound right to the bone,

Gouge out the heart

And tear you apart.

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©Denise G Allen, 24 March 2013 11:06

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* Cat o’ nine tails – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cat_o’_nine_tails
The cat o’ nine tails, commonly shortened to the cat, is a type of multi-tailed whip that originated as an implement for severe physical punishment…