Posted in A-B (by poet name), Poems of Other Poets, tagged < META name = "keywords" content = "When We Two Parted, bard on the hill, George Gordon Lord Byron, long shall I rue thee" >, poems, poetry, silence and tears on July 28, 2012| 8 Comments »
Lord George Noel Gordon Byron (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
When We Two Parted
When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.
The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow –
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame;
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.
They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o’er me –
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well –
Long, long shall I rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.
In secret we met –
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee? –
With silence and tears.
Posted in My Haiku, tagged < META name = "keywords" content = "Dennis Lange, bard on the hill, buzzard, Haikus, pipeline, plastic straw, poems, poetry, Venus fly trap" > on July 27, 2012| 8 Comments »
(Photo credit: Wikipedia)
The Buzzard
Distant V
Black, floating, alone –
None desires.
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Thirst Quencher
Short pipeline;
It moves liquid fast –
Plastic straw.
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Let’s Hope Not
No! Never!
A Venus fly trap
My big yawn.
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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, 2012.
Posted in E-H, Poems of Other Poets, tagged < META name = "keywords" content = "And Shall Trelawny Die, bard on the hill, bishop, Cornish national anthem, King James II, poems, poetry, R.S. Hawker, Song of the Western Men" >, Tamar Severn, Tower of London on July 26, 2012| 4 Comments »
Bishop Trelawny. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
……And Shall Trelawny Die?
A good sword and a trusty hand!
A merry heart and true!
King James’s men shall understand
What Cornish lads can do.
And have they fixed the where and when?
And shall Trelawny die?
Here’s twenty thousand Cornish men
Will know the reason why!
Out spake their captain brave and bold,
A merry wight was he:
‘If London Tower were Michael’s hold,
We’ll set Trelawny free!
‘We’ll cross the Tamar, land to land,
The Severn is no stay, –
With “one and all,” and hand in hand,
And who shall bid us nay?
‘And when we come to London Wall,
A pleasant sight to view,
Come forth! Come forth, ye cowards all,
Here’s men as good as you.
‘Trelawny he’s in keep and hold,
Trelawny he may die; –
But here’s twenty thousand Cornish bold
Will know the reason why!
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In 1688, King James II imprisoned Jonathan Trelawny, a
Cornish bishop, in the Tower of London. He was later
acquitted and released. But a Cornish army marched as
far as Bristol before that. The poem was written in
1824 and is the Cornish national anthem even though it
has some historical inaccuracies. The poem is also known
as “The Song of the Western Men”.
Posted in My Poems, tagged < META name = "keywords" content = "You and Me and the Silver Moon, bard on the hill, Dennis Lange, heaven on earth, love, paradise, poems, poetry on July 25, 2012| 10 Comments »
(Photo credit: Nick. K.)
You And Me And The Silver Moon
Just you and me and the silver moon –
That’s heaven on earth;
That’s paradise.
Just you and me as we, silver, spoon –
That’s sugar and cream;
That’s sweetest spice.
Just you and me and the sandy shore –
That’s heaven on earth;
That’s paradise.
Just you and me and we want no more
Than holding hands and
Our kisses, thrice.
Just you and me and the lapping wave –
That’s heaven on earth
Without a price.
Just you and me, it’s the “us” we crave –
That’s all on this earth;
It’s paradise.
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2012.
Posted in My Poems, tagged < META name = "keywords" content = "Sally Ride, astronaut, bard on the hill, Dennis Lange, first American woman in space, poems, poetry, shuttle Challenger on July 23, 2012| 4 Comments »
Sally Ride, the first American woman in space. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Sally Ride
(1951-2012)
Gather ‘round, all little girls
And watch the shuttle as it hurls
A pioneer to fly in space –
A woman – first to test that place.
And so she went as women go
All other places here below,
And ride she did, that Sally Ride,
A first – a model, and a guide.
For others, she set forth a trail
To follow after rocket’s tail,
That plume that feathers with a roar.
Now, women with the eagles soar.
So Sally Ride rode shuttle first
Atop the rocket’s sudden burst,
And faces glowed with inner pride
Because of woman, Sally Ride.
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*Sally Ride was not the first woman in space,
but the first American woman to go into the
final frontier. In 1983, at the age of 32, Ride
went for a ride in the shuttle Challenger.
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2012.
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