Before I Woke by Dennis Lange

 

Before I woke,
The fog rose from its river bed,
   And stepped across the strand
With muted feet, and careful tread,
   Crossed trees and roofs and land. 

Before I worked,
The wisps, like ghostly armies, fought,
   And won a war like night
Wins nightly ‘cause it softly wrought
   Surrender of the sight. 

Before I rose,
The silent soldiers as a mass
   Caused sky and land to meet.
When each for other both could pass,
   Their labor was complete. 

And then, I woke
With beams and warmed – my daily reign,
   My place as king of day –
And worked.  My toil was not in vain.
   I melted fog away.

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photo by Lynne Lancaster at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mrnQcoW/Misty+Morning

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2013.

 

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The Silver Sea by Dennis Lange

The Silver Sea

I launch upon a seamless sea
   Without a compass, chart.
Till found, I sail forth foolishly,
   Survive by guile or art. 

A shadow’s all there is of me,
   A speck when far away,
On ocean that goes endlessly
   From days into a day. 

The silver sea was here before
   My little ship set sail.
Most men with canvas or an oar
   Edged forward but to fail. 

Beyond horizon, tale is told,
   Believed as true by some,
That silver sea turns into gold
   And hope does truth become.    

And those few say there is a map
   That tells them where they are,
That leads them safely from a trap,
   And guides them to a star.   

I wonder, wonder if it’s true
   As I look at the sea.
If not, my shadow, at adieu,
   Is all that’s left of me.

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photo by A-K Rehse at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mfmqMX2/boat

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* I don’t wonder if it’s true.  I know it is.

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2013.

 

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Woe Floats by Dennis Lange

(Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Woe Floats

Some find their solace in whisky;
But such has proven too risky.
     No sorrows are drowned;
     They just stay around,
And swim with new friends and get frisky.

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Legal Problems by Dennis Lange

Legal Problems

I told my kids, when they grew up,
   They could not lawyers be,
Or else I’d disinherit them
   And no more would I see.

But I forgot to mention that
   They could not marry one.
But she, though lawyer, is okay -
    The one that’s wed my son.

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* She’s more than okay.  She’s terrific
like my other daughter-in-law.  Here’s
to Kevin and Betty, whose wedding I
performed 2/23/13.

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photo by Marja Flick-Buijs at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/2dQ7Qo8/Wedding+cake+couple

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Just Doing His Job by Dennis Lange

      Just Doing His Job

 I questioned the plug in my sink,
“Growing up, what is it you think
     You’ll turn out to be?”
     Not answering, did he;
He stopped me as quick as a wink.

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2013.

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Trying To Trick Me – haiku by Dennis Lange

Venus reflected in the Pacific Ocean (Photo credit:Brocken Inaglory via Wikipedia)

Trying To Trick Me

Bright, bright star
I know what you are -
NOT a star.

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Tonight’s first
Star that I can see –
A planet!

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Do you move?
If so, you’re merely
An airplane.

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How can I
Wish upon a star?
It’s tricky.

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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, 2012.

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Legalized Theft by Dennis Lange

(Photo credit: Wikipedia)

        Legalized Theft

I went into the tomb of tomes.
I took one from the shelf.
I took it home and read it.
I made a copy for myself.

I took the first back to its place.
I have the one I stole.
I store it in my head, you see,
And try to keep it whole.

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Three Miscellaneous Haiku by Dennis Lange

(Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Lose Control?  No way!

Remote chance
That I’ll surrender
The remote.

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Weatherman Job Insecurity

Same forecasts
All Texas summer –
Recorded.

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Like This One

Drive thru wait
When fast food is slow –
Write haiku.

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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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Could I Love You? by Dennis Lange

(Photo credit: Mahbub Hasan via Wikipedia)

         Could I Love You?

In the morning, could I love you?
Sunshine, I, upon your face?
Could I wrap my arms around you?
Give you life by my embrace?

Could I light your eyes with wonder,
Brighten and reveal the world
That your beauty might reflect there,
In a pond no stone has swirled?

In the noontime, could I love you,
Brightly beam upon your cheeks?
Like I shine upon the snow-capped,
Fir-lined breasts of mountain peaks?

Could I be the heat to warm you,
Center of your universe?
Sunlight for your every shadow,
Key and coin for your purse?

In the evening, could I love you,
Send you home with day’s last light,
Warm you for the final journey,
Into God’s eternal night?

All I’m asking: Could I love you
From the dawn to setting sun,
From this moment till forever?
Grant this wish, the only one.

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2012.

 

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I Shall Not Pass Again This Way – anonymous

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I Shall Not Pass Again This Way

The bread that bringeth strength I want to give,
The water pure that bids the thirsty live:
I want to help the fainting day by day;
I’m sure I shall not pass again this way.

I want to give the oil of joy for tears,
The faith to conquer crowding doubts and fears.
Beauty for ashes may I give always:
I’m sure I shall not pass again this way.

I want to give some measure running o’er,
And into angry hearts I want to pour
The answer soft that turneth wrath away;
I’m sure I shall not pass again this way.

I want to give to others hope and faith,
I want to do all that the Master saith;
I want to live aright from day to day;
I’m sure I shall not pass again this way.

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