Posted in My Haiku, tagged < META name = "keywords" content = "Dalmatians, air traffic controllers, bard on the hill, black measles, Dennis Lange, funnel cake, Haikus, poem, poetry, seagulls" > on October 31, 2011| 3 Comments »
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Dalmatians
Dogs with spots
Perpetual case –
Of measles.
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Crowded Skies
White bird flocks
Navigate – no air
Controllers.
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First Come; First Served
Funnel cake,
Left unattended –
Seagull feast.
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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: https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/08/08/haiku/
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2011.
Posted in T-V, tagged < META name = "keywords" content = "The Eagle, Alfred Lord Tennyson" >, bard on the hill, like a thunderbolt he falls, poem, poetry, wrinkled sea" > on October 31, 2011| 5 Comments »
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The Eagle
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring’d with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
Posted in My Poems, Religious, Villanelle, tagged < META name = "keywords" content = Be The Treasure, alone in poverty" >, bard on the hill, buy the cow when getting milk for free, Dennis Lange, marriage age, poem, poetry, villanelle on October 29, 2011| 6 Comments »
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Be The Treasure
Few buy the cow when getting milk for free.
For glance, or words, your worth should not depart.
Lass, be the treasure you were meant to be.
The revolution was a loss, you see;
The marriage age has risen on the chart.
Few buy the cow when getting milk for free.
Don’t end with babes, alone, in poverty
To wed, your price, the horse before the cart.
Lass, be the treasure you were meant to be.
Many, in haste, give up their purity;
Tasted, grown stale, discarded like a tart.
Few buy the cow when getting milk for free.
Build forts, post guards, arm the artillery
With knowledge, NO!, for the seducer’s art.
Lass, be the treasure you were meant to be.
You’re captain of your ship, your destiny;
Don’t ruin your life, when young, and break your heart.
Few buy the cow when getting milk for free.
O, Lass!
Lass! Be the treasure you were meant to be!
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The above was written to young women. The companion piece, “To Make A Man”, was written to young men and can be found here:
https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/10/25/to-make-a-man-by-dennis-lange/
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2011.
Posted in I-L, Poems of Other Poets, tagged < META name = "keywords" content = "If poem by Rudyard Kipling, bard on the hill, if you can keep your head, inspirational, not make dreams your master, poem, poetry, sixty seconds of distance run, unforgiving minute, walk with kings not lose common touch, when all men doubt you, you'll be a man my son" > on October 28, 2011| 7 Comments »
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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stop and build ‘em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings – nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run –
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more- you’ll be a Man, my son!
Posted in E-H, Humor, Poems of Other Poets, tagged < META name = "keywords" content = "The Height of the Ridiculous, bard on the hill, exceeding good, light verse, Oliver Wendell Holmes, poem, poetry, so queer so very queer" > on October 26, 2011| 8 Comments »
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The Height of the Ridiculous
I wrote some lines once on a time
In wondrous merry mood,
And thought, as usual, men would say
They were exceeding good.
They were so queer, so very queer,
I laughed as I would die;
Albeit, in a general way,
A sober man am I.
I called my servant, and he came;
How kind it was of him
To mind a slender man like me,
He of the mighty limb.
“These to the printer,” I exclaimed,
And in my humorous way,
I added, (as a trifling jest,)
“There’ll be the devil to pay.”
He took the paper, and I watched,
And saw him peep within;
At the first line he read, his face
Was all upon the grin.
He read the next; the grin grew broad,
And shot from ear to ear;
He read the third; a chuckling noise
I now began to hear.
The fourth; he broke into a roar;
The fifth; his waistband split;
The sixth, he burst five buttons off,
And tumbled in a fit.
Ten days and nights, with sleepless eye,
I watched that wretched man,
And since, I never dare to write
As funny as I can.
Posted in My Poems, Religious, Villanelle, tagged < META name = "keywords" content = "To Make a Man, bard on the hill, Dennis Lange, integrity, masculinity, poem, poetry, takes more to make a man than being male" >, villanelle on October 25, 2011| 15 Comments »
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To Make a Man
We better our beginnings or we fail.
Though lads are lads within womb’s earliest,
Takes more to make a man than being male.
Like ships at sea we’ll face an icy gale.
It’s those who conquer self who pass the test.
We better our beginnings or we fail.
Sad, those who let the animal prevail.
A lad can sire but sir be still a jest.
Takes more to make a man than being male.
A fool can roam the streets and end in jail,
But fools lack skills and sense to shape a nest.
We better our beginnings or we fail.
A child will fight for toys, tooth, toenail.
Two dogs can play a game and swell a chest.
Takes more to make a man than being male.
Man’s masculinity is on birth’s scale.
But traits that build integrity are best.
We better our beginnings or we fail.
Takes more to make a man than being male.
© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2011.
Posted in C-D, Poems of Other Poets, tagged < META name = "keywords" content = "Bishop Doane on his dog, bard on the hill, faithful mindful thankful trustful" >, George Washington Doane, he thinks that I am God, poem, poetry on October 24, 2011| 11 Comments »
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Bishop Doane On His Dog
I am quite sure he thinks that I am God –
Since he is God on whom each one depends
For life, and all things that His bounty sends –
My dear old dog, most constant of all friends;
Not quick to mind, but quicker far than I
To Him whom God I know and own; his eye,
Deep brown and liquid, watches for my nod;
He is more patient underneath the rod
Than I, when God His wise corrections sends.
He looks love at me, deep as words e’er spake;
And from me never crumb nor sup will take
But he wags thanks with his most vocal tail;
And when some crashing noise wakes all his fear,
He is content and quiet, if I am near,
Secure that my protection will prevail,
So, faithful, mindful, thankful, trustful, he
Tells me what I unto my God should be.
Posted in My Haiku, tagged < META name = "keywords" content = "Day Turns to Night, bard on the hill, David, Dennis Lange, Haikus, Lubbock Texas dust storm" >, pitch black, poem, poetry on October 23, 2011| 8 Comments »
Day Turns To Night
Pitch black world
Lights out by dust storm –
“Pitch brown” wall.
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Photo by David Lange of dust storm approaching Lubbock on 10/17/11.
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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: https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/08/08/haiku/
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2011.
The Bard on the Hill 