Delight In Disorder by Robert Herrick

    Delight In Disorder

A sweet disorder in the dress
Kindles in clothes a wantonness:
A lawn about the shoulders thrown
Into a fine distraction:
An erring lace, which here and there
Enthralls the crimson stomacher:
A cuff neglectful, and thereby
Ribbands to flow confusedly:
A winning wave, deserving note,
In the tempestuous petticoat:
A careless shoe-string, in whose tie
I see a wild civility:
Do more bewitch me than when art
Is too precise in every part.

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Three Bird Haiku by Dennis Lange

Two Swans a’Swimming

Pair of swans
Making a V-line
To the shore.

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Shorebirds

Ev’ryone
Out of the water!
Sharks spotted.

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Geese Sound Off

Can’t you see?
Traffic is heavy.
Yes, we honk.

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Two Swans – photo by Michael and Christa Richert at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mQhtW4S/a+pair+of+swans

Shorebirds – photo by Karunakar Rayker at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mm0JW8a/Shorebirds

Geese – photo by Michael and Christa Richert at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nKYBM08/flock+of+geese+3

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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, 2013.

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A Song by Percy Bysshe Shelley

                A Song

I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden;
Thou needest not fear mine;
My spirit is too deeply laden
Ever to burden thine. 

I fear thy mien, thy tones, thy motion;
Thou needest not fear mine;
Innocent is the heart’s devotion
With which I worship thine.

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Heart Flush, Queen High (a song poem) by Dennis Lange

Heart Flush, Queen High

I’ve fallen, fallen, deep in love
   How is it you don’t know?
It must be in my face and eyes
   It should show in my glow.
My night’s last thought, my dreams – are you,
   The first when I awake.
I sigh, I swoon, I think of you
   With ev’ry breath I take. 

Chorus:
Heart flush; queen high
This is the hand you’ve dealt me
These are the cards I hold;
I’d love to lay them on the table
Oh, if I could be so bold.
Heart flush, queen high
This is the hand you’ve dealt me;
These are the cards I hold
I’ve made my bet and I’m all in
Just waiting to be told. 

My heart is swollen with its love;
   It’s tender and it’s sore.
It is so filled that it could burst –
   I cannot love you more.
My heart is like a flooded lake
   About to overflow.
One drop of rain, one look from you
   And over it will go. 

Chorus:
Heart flush; queen high
This is the hand you’ve dealt me
These are the cards I hold;
I’d love to lay them on the table
Oh, if I could be so bold.
Heart flush, queen high
This is the hand you’ve dealt me;
These are the cards I hold
I’ve made my bet and I’m all in
Just waiting to be told.

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photo by Jean Scheijen at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mWkbYeO/Poker

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The photo doesn’t match the hand I described in
the song.  A heart flush is 5 hearts, not in order
as the photo shows (a straight).  Queen high
would mean the highest card was a queen.  I
didn’t think I’d find one exactly right.  This one
is fine.  🙂

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

 

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Bright Star! Would I Were Steadfast by John Keats

Bright star! would I were steadfast as thou art –
Not in lone splendor hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like Nature’s patient sleepless Eremite.
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors: –
No – yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow’d upon my fair Love’s ripening breast
To feel forever its soft fall and swell,
Awake forever in a sweet unrest;
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever, – or else swoon to death.

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Three Miscellaneous Haiku by Dennis Lange

The Size of Delaware

Amend sign.
A million acres
Needs army.

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New Name; Same Bad Place

Bates Motel?
It has a warning:
Blood on sign.

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Glitches

No warning.
Until this moment,
Life was smooth.

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Size – photo by Photonut at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/dMG4xb/King+Ranch+Sign

New Name – photo by brainloc at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mfXist4/Lonely+Hi-Way

Glitches – photo by Michal Zacharzewski at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mhimg3o/Broken+fence

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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, 2013.

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A Poison Tree by William Blake

(Photo credit: Jan Mehlich via Wikipedia)

            A Poison Tree 

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow. 

And I watered it in fears.
Night and morning with my tears:
And I sunned it with smiles.
And with soft deceitful wiles. 

And it grew both day and night.
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine.
And he knew that it was mine. 

And into my garden stole.
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see;
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

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Sugar Pills by Dennis Lange

 

 

Sugar Pills

A euphemism coats a thought
That’s bitter, with a sweet,
So at the sound and swallowing,
It’s almost thought a treat.

The most acerbic deed is death;
It lands the final blow.
It’s caustic in its clammy touch,
More harsh than any foe.

For that, the euphemisms rain
Like skies at Noah’s flood,
To drown dire death in honeyed syrup –
Thorn buried.  Left? the bud.

And so a man just “sprouted wings”.
Another “crossed the bar”.
She’s “six feet under” now, they say,
And that’s not very far.

He “left the building”, “breathed his last”.
And that one “bought the farm”.
We’re saying euphemistically
There’s not been any harm.

He “kicked the bucket”, “croaked”, “flatlined”;
And she “gave up the ghost”.
We cover up the deed so well,
He might send news by post.

She “went the way of all the earth”
And he “cashed in his chips.”
They might be sailing on a cruise,
Just like all other trips.

“His time had come”, “felt lightning strike;
The thunder he has missed.”
We find a million ways to say
This euphemism list.

No matter what you coat it with,
Just let it ne’er be said
In words that sharply pierce the soul,
“The fellow now is dead.”

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Euphemisms for death –
http://www.you-can-be-funny.com/Euphemisms-For-Death.html

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

            

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The Reverie Of Poor Susan by William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

              The Reverie of Poor Susan

At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears,
Hangs a Thrush that sings loud, it has sung for three years:
Poor Susan has pass’d by the spot, and has heard
In the silence of morning the song of the bird. 

‘T is a note of enchantment; what ails her?  She sees
A mountain ascending, a vision of trees;
Bright volumes of vapor through Lothbury glide,
And a river flows on through the vale of Cheapside. 

Green pastures she views in the midst of the dale
Down which she so often has tripp’d with her pail;
And a single small cottage, a nest like a dove’s,
The one only dwelling on earth that she loves. 

She looks, and her heart is in heaven: but they fade,
The mist and the river, the hill and the shade;
The stream will not flow, and the hill will not rise,
And the colors have all pass’d away from her eyes!

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Three Miscellaneous Haiku by Dennis Lange

Golden Egg

Oh, tell us
About the big goose
That laid you!

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Purr

In winter,
The deep banks of snow –
White cats sleep.

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He’ll Beam Us Up

Beamed Him down
Shepherd’s guiding beam.
World now beams.

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Egg – photo by Barun Patro at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mf6J5zg/Golden+Egg+2

Purr – photo by Pedro Simao at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/2dRQzqA/Cat

Beam – photo by Kevin Tuck at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nhRQdgg/Bethlehem

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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, 2013.

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