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Then, There Were Two

Peacemaker
Tried to work things out -
But no luck.

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Yes, it’s true.
We know that sometimes
Three’s a crowd.

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photo by Karunakar Rayker at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mjJw3Ha/Mexican+Standoff

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* The haiku I write are lines of 3-5-3 syllables instead of 5-7-5.

See Haiku article here for explanation, if needed: http://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/08/08/haiku/

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2014.

 

….God Save The Plough

See, – how the shining share
Maketh earth’s bosom fair
Crowning her brow, -
Bread in its furrow springs,
Health and repose it brings,
Treasures unknown to kings,
God save the plough!

Look to the warrior’s blade,
While o’er the tented glade,
Hate breathes his vow, -
Strife its unsheathing wakes,
Love at its lightning quakes,
Weeping and wo it makes,
God save the plough!

Ships o’er the deep may ride,
Storms wreck their banner’d pride,
Waves whelm their prow,
But the well-loaded wain
Garnereth the golden grain,
Gladdening the household train,
God save the plough! 

Who are the truly great?
Minions of pomp and state,
Where the crowd bow?
Give us hard hands and free,
Culturers of field and tree,
Best friends of liberty –
God save the plough!

 

……………………It Reigns

The sky is blue-cloudless, but still the sky rains,
Not water it holds, but the dust of the Plains.
The mist that is brown like the land, not the sky,
Now wearies the nose as it worries the eye.

The Plains are a table, as flat as can be,
And wind blows there often as careless and free
As stallions not stayed by a hand or a rein
Run wild o’er the prairie with high flying mane.

Now, north wind is blowing, both here and up there,
And carries its burden for others to share.
The distance it travels is three hundred miles,
And neither their faces or our faces have smiles.

For their land is blowing away from its home
And one day will leave them as bare as a bone,
While we are all suff’ring from soil that won’t stay –
It settles on hills that the rains wash away.

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2014.

…………….It Stays There

A couple, fresh back from Nevada,
When asked, they “knew nothing, no, nada.
What happens in Vegas,
Won’t even escape us.
We won’t even say ‘yada, yada’.”

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2014.

 

 

…………………….Hyla Brook

By June our brook’s run out of song and speed.
Sought for much after that, it will be found
Either to have gone groping underground
(And taken with it all the Hyla breed
That shouted in the mist a month ago,
Like ghost of sleigh bells in a ghost of snow) –
Or flourished and come up in jewelweed,
Weak foliage that is blown upon and bent,
Even against the way its waters went.
Its bed is left a faded paper sheet
Of dead leaves stuck together by the heat –
A brook to none but who remember long.
This as it will be seen is other far
Than with brooks taken otherwhere in song.
We love the things we love for what they are.

 

 


First Shadow

Is that me?
Yes, I’m sure that’s you.
Eek!  The beak!

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Help!

Feed ferals.
Sign for free kittens.
Feed freedom.

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Please Do

Tooth, moral,
Neighborhood, tagging –
Stop decay.

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Shadow – photo by Julien Tromeur at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/n2ngR80/Dog

Help – photo by Bill Davenport at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mg1SZW2/Compassion

Please – photo by Michal Zacharzewski at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mhimZ0a/Stop+sign

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* The haiku I write are lines of 3-5-3 syllables instead of 5-7-5.

See Haiku article here for explanation, if needed: http://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/08/08/haiku/

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2014.

 

 

 

 

……………..Close Quarters

Little toe, big toe, three toes between,
All in a pointed shoe!
Never was narrower forecastle seen
Nor so little room for the crew.

 


…………..
Under A Spreading Tree

Was there a shade at Gettysburg or Waterloo?
At Marathon, was there a spreading tree, a view
Where one could set his chair and watch the battlefield,
See flash of swords – while from the sun his own face shield? 

Beneath the safety of a branch, with drink in hand,
Was the advance of one against the other’s stand
Watched as an act within a play upon a stage,
Or read as if one’s eyes were on a distant page? 

Did one e’er watch and hear the mighty battle cry,
The call to charge across the field, and there to die
And be at ease as if the hounds were at the fox,
While men were shedding blood on grass and hollyhocks? 

Perhaps there is no one whose heart and blood’s so cold
That there could sit as if he’d bought a ticket sold.
It’s easier to be detached from agony
While safe at home and sitting ‘neath a spreading tree.

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photo by Kevin Tuck at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nbZdcvA/Autumn+park

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2014.

 

 

………..Meeting And Passing

As I went down the hill along the wall
There was a gate I had leaned at for the view
And had just turned from when I first saw you
As you came up the hill.  We met.  But all
We did that day was mingle great and small
Footprints in summer dust as if we drew
The figure of our being less than two
But more than one as yet.  Your parasol
Pointed the decimal off with one deep thrust.
And all the time we talked you seemed to see
Something down there to smile at in the dust.
(Oh, it was without prejudice to me!)
Afterward, I went past what you had passed
Before we met, and you what I had passed.


Still Claims Purr-fection

Marble eyes,
Long on the whiskers,
Short on ears.

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The Search Is Over

World’s coming:
That better mousetrap?
We’ve found it!

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Purr-fection – photo by Mem Samson at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mIE7EJ8/Surprised

Search – photo by Kriss Szkurlatowski at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mr0VkUO/Mouse+hunting

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* The haiku I write are lines of 3-5-3 syllables instead of 5-7-5.

 

See Haiku article here for explanation, if needed: http://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/08/08/haiku/

 

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2014.

 

 

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