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The Pillar Of The Cloud

Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom;
Lead thou me on!
The night is dark, and I am far from home;
Lead thou me on!
Keep thou my feet: I do not ask to see
The distant scene; one step enough for me.

I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou
Shouldst lead me on;
I loved to choose and see my path; but now
Lead thou me on!
I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears,
Pride ruled my will: remember not past years.

So long thy power hath blest me, sure it still
Will lead me on,
O’er moor and fen, o’er crag and torrent, till
The night is gone;
And with the morn, those angel faces smile
Which have loved long since, and lost awhile.

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photo by Robby M at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/meZxnxq/Clouds

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A Rose Is A Rose

Still a rose,
Still thing of beauty
In black, white.

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Tethers Cut

Glad morning:
Oh, I’ll fly away
Fly away.

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Surely This One

How many
Smokers ever caught
Beard on fire?

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The second haiku alludes to the song, “Some glad morning when this life
is o’er, I’ll fly away, fly away.  To a home on God’s celestial shore, I’ll fly
away.”

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Rose – (photo by Dez Pain at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mTAtNDE/Black+and+White+Rose )

Tethers – (photo by Dez Pain at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/2dyWVnT/Balloons+2 )

Surely – (photo by Billy Frank Alexander at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nFqnVeY/Mountain+Man )

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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.

 

 

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                   Song

A sunny shaft did I behold,
From sky to earth it slanted:
And poised therein a bird so bold –
Sweet bird, thou wert enchanted!
He sank, he rose, he twinkled, he trolled
Within that shaft of sunny mist;
His eyes of fire, his beak of gold,
All else of amethyst!

And thus he sang: ‘Adieu! adieu!
Love’s dreams prove seldom true.
The blossoms they make no delay:
The sparkling dew-drops will not stay.
Sweet month of May,
We must away;
Far, far away
To-day! To-day!’

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Windsurfers

When the wind and the waves combine as one
With man and sailboard ‘neath the sun,
The man with the skill of a flying ace
Rides waves and wind with equal grace.
He sails on the sea and up in the wind;
With board and sail a perfect blend.
Like the dolphins leap in athletic arc,
He leaves the surface, flies, a lark,
He twists and he lands, then moves in wind’s grip
With speed that matches clipper ships.
Thus, nature and man join playfully
When butterflies are on the sea.

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photo by Jeffrey Banke at
http://www.dreamstime.com/windsurfer-imagefree2962909

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

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One word is too often profaned
For me to profane it,
One feeling to falsely disdained
For thee to disdain it;
One hope is too like despair
For prudence to smother,
And pity from thee more dear
Than that from another.

I can give not what men call love,
But wilt thou accept not
The worship the heart lifts above
And the heavens reject not, –
The desire of the moth for the star,
Of the night for the morrow,
That devotion to something afar
From the sphere of our sorrow?

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First Practice

Find the sign;
Seminar ahead
On sleuthing.

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Exemplified Meaning

Word defined;
Magnify enlarged –
Word portrayed.

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Life’s Race

Many run
But each in his own lane
All alone.
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Practice – (photo by Adrian van Leen at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nOl3xWY/hidden+seminar )

Meaning – (photo by Steve Woods at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mhA2yfO/Magnified )

Race – (photo by Jef Littleman at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/ml6mkBS/Track )

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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.

 

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             Meeting At Night

The gray sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed in the slushy sand.

Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach
Three fields to cross till a farm appears;
A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spirt of a lighted match,
And a voice less loud, through its joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating each to each!

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Name That Creek

Fuzzy Creek’s a mystery
Ev’ry time I cross it.
I think of him who named the place,
What there was to cause it.

Did he live by and find the creek,
Deem the water fuzzy?
Or had he tippled just a bit,
So fuzzy wuzzy was he?

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

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Relax

When he falls
That nice reflection –
Won’t be hurt.

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Through Child’s Eyes

All alone
He stands, majestic –
Just for me.

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The Moment Of Birth

Now, baby.
Get set for wild ride:
It’s called life.

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Relax – (photo by sulaco229 at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/myyiht0/Biker+stunt )

Child’s Eyes – (photo by Adrian van Leen at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nooxDFI/at+the+carousel )

Birth – (photo by vivekchugh at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/meXXdlS/Shine )

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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.

 

 

 

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The prison, Reading Built in 1844 and immortli...

Reading Prison, built 1844. Wilde was imprisoned here from 1895 to 1897. (Photo credit: Andrew Smith via Wikipedia)


from The Ballad Of Reading Gaol

In Reading gaol by Reading town
There is a pit of shame,
And in it lies a wretched man
Eaten by teeth of flame,
In a burning winding-sheet he lies,
And his grave has got no name.

And there, till Christ call forth the dead,
In silence let him lie;
No need to waste the foolish tear,
Or heave the windy sigh:
The man had killed the thing he loved,
And so he had to die.

And all men kill the thing they love,
By all let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!

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