Death by Chocolate

by Shirley Allard



Sometimes I see the world as a dark place.

A forsaken place.

A food factory where children go hungry.

A mountain of uncut stones with a shortage of gems.

A promise of heaven so distorted

that some are willing to create hell on earth to obtain it.

I see a country where people complain about their debt

for the luxuries others couldn't buy if they wanted to.

Where health care that is nonexistent for others

is simply 'too expensive' for us.

Where money rolls off the press and still those in need

know only a perpetual shortage of paper.

A world governed by a great candy bar factory

where everything is rolled together, sweetened, sugar coated

and packaged attractively before it's sold.

And, worst of all...

I see us buying it!



Sorry, I read the ingredients!



Posted on 12/19/2005

Copyright © 2005

WHEN A CHILD CRIES
by Shirley Whiting Allard

The moon will hide its face behind its glow,
ashamed to light the way or just stand by.
Humanity will suffer, justly so
For every time a child is made to cry.

A just and fair reward we must impart,
for one who preys on innocence and trust.
For every child who knows a broken heart,
a penalty of death is 'barely' just.

Our world's become complacent to abuse,
and all good deeds are carried out in vain.
There is no just defense, no good excuse,
For any time a child is left in pain.

Stand up and shout, insist that someone pay,
For every time a child is led astray.



11/30/2005



Posted on 11/30/2005

Copyright © 2005

MY SUNSHINE
by Shirley Allard

All the stars in the midnight sky
Are but candlelight in space
Compared to the light in your little eyes
And the innocent smile on your face.

God surely made you special
Like a rare exotic flower
His gift is in your sameness
The difference? A perception of ours.

You are truly a gift to all who have time
To stop and smell ALL of life’s flowers!

WHERE DO ANGELS COME FROM?
by Shirley Whiting Allard

The power of wine and roses
can make an angel 'appear' to be one.
It takes a sparkle in your eye
to ever truly see one.

Suddenly, you realize
there's something you're without.
Something, without that sparkle,
you never knew about.

The sun is growing hotter
or could it just be you?
Moonbeams foster fantasies
most unlikely to come true.

An angel is for you to keep
But the wise will realize
She's born, she lives
she loves and thrives
within that sparkle
in your eyes.