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. 799
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Feelings
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Hot and cold
Shy or bold
Hidden from all
Until they pall
Part of our soul
But not the whole
Hard to explain
Hard to express
Contagious or no
Infectious or yes
Translate them
Transpose them
Words often fail
To express or explain
Our joy or our pain
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©Denise G Allen, 09 May 2015 07:00
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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Words escape me, cruel or kind,
in the air or on the wind,
hard to find the exact inflection,
nuance, distinction, adaptation,
convey the precise implication
that my brain has in its view
to connect us, me to you.
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©Denise G Allen, 03 August 2014 15:04
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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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
Edited
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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…
WORDS
the poet’s crafty tools
silken soft, light as air
harsh and cruel
sharp as a sword
tinkling tickling piano keys
chalk on blackboard
from a dream to a scream
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©DGA 02.04.2011 14:00
Show Me
Don’t just say you love me,
Show me.
Worthless words,
Hollow as an empty vessel,
Having no substance
Without action.
I need you to be gentle
And treat me like I’m special –
I’ll be there for you
If you’re there for me.
Image: Photobucket.com
©DGA 20.10.2010
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