Betrayal
Still as of old
Men by themselves are priced –
For thirty pieces Judas sold
Himself, not Christ.
Posts Tagged ‘bard on the hill’
The Yankee Man-of-War – Anonymous
Posted in A-B (by poet name), Poems of Other Poets, tagged American history, anonymous, bard on the hill, British fleet, Featherstone to Dunmore, John Paul Jones, poems, poetry, Revolutionary War, Tusker Rock, Waterford Tower, Yankee Man-of-War on May 23, 2013 | Leave a Comment »
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The Yankee Man-Of-War
‘Tis of a gallant Yankee ship that flew the stripes and stars,
And the whistling wind from the west-nor’-west blew through the pitch- pine spars;
With her starboard tacks aboard, my boys, she hung upon the gale;
On an autumn night we raised the light on the old Head of Kinsale.
It was a clear and cloudless night, and the wind blew steady and strong,
As gaily over the sparkling deep our good ship bowled along;
With the foaming seas beneath her bow the fiery waves she spread,
And bending low her bosom of snow, she buried her lee cat-head.
There was no talk of short’ning sail by him who walked the poop,
And under the press of her pond’ring jib, the boom bent like a hoop!
And the groaning water-ways told the strain that held her stout main-tack,
But he only laughed as he glanced aloft at a white and silvery track.
The mid-tide meets in the Channel waves that flow from shore to shore,
And the mist hung heavy upon the land from Featherstone to Dunmore,
And that sterling light in Tusker Rock where the old bell tolls each hour,
And the beacon light that shone so bright was quenched on Waterford Tower.
What looms upon our starboard bow? What hangs upon the breeze?
‘Tis time our good ship hauled her wind abreast the old Saltees,
For by her ponderous press of sail and by her consorts four
We saw our morning visitor was a British man-of-war.
Up spake our noble Captain then, as a shot ahead us past –
“Haul snug your flowing courses! lay your topsail to the mast!”
Those Englishmen gave three loud hurrahs from the deck of their covered ark,
And we answered back by a solid broadside from the decks of our patriot bark.
“Out booms! out booms!” our skipper cried, “out booms and give her sheet,”
And the swiftest keel that was ever launched shot ahead of the British fleet,
And amidst a thundering shower of shot, with stun’-sails hoisting away,
Down the North Channel Paul Jones did steer just at the break of day.
Three Miscellaneous Haiku by Dennis Lange
Posted in Haiku, My Poems, tagged bard on the hill, Dennis Lange, front porch, haiku, long tailed cats, nature worship, pantheism, pantheist, poems, poetry, rocking chairs, stretch limousine, tree huggers, white lie on May 21, 2013 | 1 Comment »
A White Lie
To say that
I came by limo
Stretches truth.
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Pantheists
They are those
Who worship nature -
Tree huggers.
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Kitty Gossip
Oh, that porch!
It’s not a place for
Long-tailed cats.
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Lie – photo by Michal Zacharzewski at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mhisF3A/Limousine
Pantheism – photo by Bill Davenport at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mg1RD54/Hug+a+Tree%21
Gossip – photo by Robert Linder at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mg1RD54/Hug+a+Tree%21
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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, 2013.
Sonnet 29 – Loving Without First Being Loved by Dennis Lange
Posted in My Poems, Sonnets, tagged 29, bard on the hill, Dennis Lange, Loving Without First Being Loved, poems, poetry, sonnet, you're an accident on May 19, 2013 | 3 Comments »
Sonnet 29 – Loving Without First Being Loved
Men speak of some as accidents or frill,
An undesired collision on the road,
As if the baby was a break or spill,
A cancer, or a tumor, or a node.
Though some, once told, are wrapped in arms of love,
Too many hear the words with their intent –
To pour an acid scorn down from above,
To make the lad or lass lower than lint.
What emptiness there is when one’s not planned;
What loneliness exists among cold stars,
When there’s no space allotted, heart or hand,
When sun and moon are pitted, hard with scars.
The challenge is when love has not one nursed:
To find an outer source and be the first.
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photo by A-K Rehse at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mfms0gI/lonely+tree
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2013.
Portrait Of Young Love by Stephen Vincent Benet
Posted in A-B (by poet name), Poems of Other Poets, tagged bard on the hill, poems, poetry, Portrait Of Young Love, Stephen Vincent Benet on May 19, 2013 | Leave a Comment »
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Portrait Of Young Love
If you were with me – as you’re not, of course,
I’d taste the elegant tortures of Despair
With a slow, languid, long-refining tongue;
Puzzle for days on one particular stare,
Or if you knew a word’s peculiar force,
Or what you looked like when you were quite young.
You’d lift me heaven-high – till a word, grated.
Dash me hell-deep – oh that luxurious Pit,
Fatly and well encushioned with self-pity,
Where Love’s an epicure not quickly sated!
What mournful musics wander over it,
Faint-blown from some long-lost celestial city!
Such bitter joyousness I’d have, and action,
Were you here – be no more the fool who broods
On true Adventure till he wakes her scorning –
But we’re too petty for such noble warning.
And I find just as perfect satisfaction
In analyzing these, and other moods!
Three Bird Haiku by Dennis Lange
Posted in Haiku, My Poems, tagged bard on the hill, birds, Dennis Lange, double date, haiku, pigeon landing, poems, poetry on May 18, 2013 | 3 Comments »
Double Date
Scoot over.
When does movie start?
Popcorn? Coke?
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No Bronze
The medals
In rooftop perching
Gold, silver.
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Incoming
Put flaps down;
Cut all the engines -
Smooth landing.
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Double Date – photo by Gabriel at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/meScq2q/birds
No Bronze – photo by Kevin Tuck at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mw2XZkO/Winner+and+runner-up
Incoming – photo by Vivekchugh at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/meXVzPm/Incoming+1
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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, 2013.
The Throstle by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Posted in Poems of Other Poets, T-V, tagged Alfred Lord Tennyson" >, bard on the hill, light leaf love again, nest, poems, poetry, song, summer is coming, The Throstle, winters are hidden on May 17, 2013 | Leave a Comment »
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The Throstle
“Summer is coming, summer is coming.
I know it, I know it, I know it.
Light again, leaf again, life again, love again,”
Yes, my wild little Poet.
Sing the new year in under the blue.
Last year you sang it as gladly.
“New, new, new, new!” Is it then so new
That you should carol so madly?
“Love again, song again, nest again, young again.
Never a prophet so crazy!
And hardly a daisy as yet, little friend,
See, there is hardly a daisy.
“Here again, here, here, here, happy year!”
O warble unchidden, unbidden!
Summer is coming, is coming my dear,
And all the winters are hidden.
Three Miscellaneous Haiku by Dennis Lange
Posted in Haiku, My Poems, tagged bard on the hill, Dennis Lange, dress modestly, fog in trees at dawn, haiku, ice cream, immigrants coming to America, poems, poetry, rainbow boats, statue of liberty on May 14, 2013 | 12 Comments »
A Bow of Boats
Just waiting
To take to the sea –
A rainbow.
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Why Immigrants Come To America
I get it.
Torch statue holds is
Free ice cream.
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Demure At Dawn
Grand ladies
Dressing modestly,
Wearing veils.
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Bow – photo by Vasant Davé at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mDwmrqq/Rainbow+Boats
Immigrants – photo by Gesine Kuhlmann at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/n4rvBGC/Ice+cream
Demure – Adrian van Leen at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mXb3j7y/early+morning+mist
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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, 2013.
