Biography of Dove Allen
I am a dreamer...lost love haunts me like tomorrow's shadows. A grandmother of 14 angels thus far and a mother/mother-in-law to 10 wonderful hearts. I derive my inspiration from my soul, my yearnings for what could have been, what is and what may yet come to pass. With God's blessings, I will achieve the peace of mind afforded the thirsty man in the desert of life who drinks from the fountain of everlasting love.
Dove Allen Poems
Dragonfly brigade Drifting on the summer's breeze Dart aimless union
Heart In Richwood
Echoes of a whisper in the valley of my dreams Say to my heart don’t give up on life it seems Shadows of yesterday’s hope cloud my eyes today While tears of joy my soul sings as I quietly pray
Rugged Kind Of Angel
Dear one, your anger with me does amaze Say you won’t talk the rest of our days Well, that’s all right by me, Oh sweetie can’t you see?
With an old, sturdy trusty brush in his well-worn, skilled right hand Upon new oil canvas he's ready to begin covering the barren and bleak For slowly an image of a miracle begins to take place, a united stand Finesse and steady strokes until a story unfolds, equally strong and meek
A Sad Child's Prayer
Oh precious Mother of the Most Sacred Heart Hear my tearful cries and hopeful prayer Just tell me where to begin or start To stop these unwanted feelings of despair
I close my eyes to see The world far away My place on earth Is anywhere my heart is
Wind whistles on the prairie Pulling, tugging on wide spread Grass, wild and free What secrets does the zephyr
The Learning Curve
Throw it at me, the pearls of wisdom I hope they are caught by me before they are cast to swine I bear my cross at times bitterly Yet pray that with Divine Mercy and forgiveness
I cannot believe that which I do not see Is a cry by the godless, ones who do not hear Can you not see the newborn baby's smiles? Or the clouds against the skies forever miles
The Universal Mother
Maybe you call me Gaia A name some do not know Do you remember me Maya? Can I really make the corn grow?
Free The Hands Of Time
Free the captive hands of time for me My daring soul yearns to know Unbind the chains of doubt’s memory For my mind indeed has far to go
In a space of a moment, time stands still I see the Lancastershire raven cross o’er the hill I have been here before that I know In my journey under the sun I will surely go
Pictures on the wall are missing only you I wish I could see you in my mind too But you are gone now forever it seems I can’t imagine you anymore in my dreams
The Universal Mother
Maybe you call me Gaia
A name some do not know
Do you remember me Maya?
Can I really make the corn grow?
In Celtic lore I am the young virgin lass
Who turns into the old crone
Love spells I will render and cast
The knife of wisdom I do hone
To the people of the East, Kwan Yin is my name