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Explosives Powder – haiku by Dennis Lange

Posted in My Haiku, tagged bard on the hill, Dennis Lange, dynamite, explosives, fire in the hole, Haikus, mining, no smoking, poems, poetry, powder on July 31, 2014| Leave a Comment »

Explosives Powder

Sufficient.

This sign not needed –

No Smoking.

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Get ready

For fire in the hole!

Yes, really!

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photo by Dave Dyet at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mlJMnpS/Exposives+Cart

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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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Curfew by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Posted in I-L, Poems of Other Poets, tagged bard on the hill, book is completed, Curfew, death, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, poems, poetry, sleep and oblivion reign over all, solemnly mournfully on July 29, 2014| Leave a Comment »

…….Curfew

Solemnly, mournfully,

…Dealing its dole,

The Curfew Bell

…Is beginning its toll.

Cover the embers,

…And put out the light;

Toil comes with the morning,

…And rest with the night.

Dark grow the windows,

…And quenched is the fire;

Sound fades into silence, –

…All footsteps retire.

No voice in the chambers,

…No sound in the hall!

Sleep and oblivion

…Reign over all!

II

The book is completed,

…And closed, like the day;

And the hand that has written it

…Lays it away.

Dim grow its fancies;

…Forgotten they lie;

Like coals in the ashes,

…They darken and die.

Song sinks into silence,

…The story is told,

The windows are darkened,

…The hearth-stone is cold.

Darker and darker

…The black shadows fall;

Sleep and oblivion

…Reign over all.

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Sonnet 55 – Malaysia Airlines Flight 17 by Dennis Allen Lange

Posted in My Poems, Sonnets, tagged AIDS experts, bard on the hill, bystanders, Cain and Abel, Dennis Lange, kill innocents, Malaysia Airlines Flight 17, murderers, passersby, poems, poetry, rebels, Russia, separatists, Sonnet 55, surface to air missile, terrorists, Ukraine, Vladimir Putin on July 28, 2014| Leave a Comment »

….Sonnet 55 – Malaysia Airlines Flight 17

The men who shot down hundreds from the sky –

Man, woman, child, a babe – an innocent!,

Not enemies, but strangers flying by,

Have goodness gone and moral compass bent.

For man’s sake, they turned man into a quail,

And shot the covey, slaughtering the whole.

Now none care for the first but hope they’ll fail

With cause now dirtied, hardened, black as coal.

To them, their cause would justify their crime.

So says their circle, circled, circular.

Outside, their stock has fallen to a dime,

And they are just the common murderer.

With killer Cain of old, they have a part:

There is a rot and evil in their heart.

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http://www.bbc.com/news/world-europe-28357880

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To-morrow by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Posted in I-L, Poems of Other Poets, tagged bard on the hill, Barmecide, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, late at night the realm of sleep, my little lambs are folded like the flocks, poems, poetry, Tomorrow on July 27, 2014| Leave a Comment »

…………………….To-morrow

‘T is late at night, and in the realm of sleep

…My little lambs are folded like the flocks;

…From room to room I hear the wakeful clocks

…Challenge the passing hour, like guards that keep

Their solitary watch on tower and steep;

…Far off I hear the crowing of the cocks,

…And through the opening door that time unlocks

…Feel the fresh breathing of To-morrow creep.

To-morrow! the mysterious, unknown guest,

…Who cries to me: “Remember Barmecide,

…And tremble to be happy with the rest.”

And I make answer: “I am satisfied;

…I dare not ask; I know not what is best;

…God hath already said what shall betide.”

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Three Miscellaneous Haiku by Dennis Lange

Posted in My Haiku, tagged bard on the hill, car radio, Dennis Lange, Haikus, hit parade, hits, juke box, making the drag, number one songs, poems, poetry, rhinoceros, skateboard, teenagers, trams on July 26, 2014| Leave a Comment »

Trams, Trucks, Buses…

Be careful!

Rhinos on skateboards

Watch them jump

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Car Radio

The teen years

And making the drag,

Heard the hits.

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A Thing Of Beauty

Spins and turns

Blended together

Comprise life.

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Trams – photo by Adrian van Leen at

http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/n2Vlazo/don%27t+be+a+rhino

Radio – photo by Marja Flick-Buijs at

http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/o0nh3IY/Jukebox+sturday+night+neon

Beauty – photo by David Ritter at

http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/dMvpDj/At+the+Fair…+2

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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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To One In Paradise by Edgar Allan Poe

Posted in O-R, Poems of Other Poets, tagged all my days are trances, bard on the hill, dream too bright to last, Edgar Allan Poe, eternal streams, ethereal dances, poems, poetry, stricken eagle soar, thou was all that to me love, To One In Paradise on July 24, 2014| Leave a Comment »

…….To One In Paradise

Thou wast all that to me, love,

…For which my soul did pine –

A green isle in the sea, love,

…A fountain and a shrine,

All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,

…And all the flowers were mine.

Ah, dream too bright to last!

…Ah, starry Hope! That didst arise

But to be overcast!

…A voice from out the Future cries,

“On! on!” – but oe’r the Past

…(Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies

Mute, motionless, aghast!

For, alas! alas! with me

…The light of Life is o’er!

…No more – no more – no more –
(Such language holds the solemn sea

…To the sands upon the shore)

Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree,

…Or the stricken eagle soar!

And all my days are trances,

…And all my nightly dreams

Are where thy dark eye glances,

…And where thy footstep gleams –

In what ethereal dances,

…By what eternal streams.

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I’ve Had My Share by Dennis Lange

Posted in My Poems, tagged bard on the hill, coping, death and woe, Dennis Lange, hope, I've Had My Share, perseverance, poems, poetry, problems, trouble on July 23, 2014| 1 Comment »

……………..I’ve Had My Share

I’ve had my share of trouble – death and woe

(Perhaps it never came like blizzard’s snow),

But I would wake at times to find ground white:

A blanket, even drifts, fell in the night.

When trouble came, a broom or shovel met

The need I had to keep my pathway yet.

So daily, if it fell, I had to cope

To keep on going and not lose my hope.

I take the whole: I think my life is grand;

I persevere, the wind and woe withstand,

And what once seemed to be a moment drear

Just melts away midst all the joy and cheer.

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Sonnet VI by William Shakespeare

Posted in Poems of Other Poets, S, tagged 6, bard on the hill, forbidden usury, poems, poetry, Sonnet VI, ten times happier, then let not winter's ragged hand deface, to be death's conquest and make worms thine heir, William Shakespeare, willing loan on July 22, 2014| Leave a Comment »

…………………Sonnet VI

Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface
In thee thy summer ere thou be distill’d.
Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place
With beauty’s treasure ere it be self-kill’d.
That use is not forbidden usury
Which happies those that pay the willing loan:
That’s for thyself to breed another thee,
Or ten times happier, be it ten for one.
Ten times thyself were happier than thou art,
If ten of thine ten times refigur’d thee.
Then what could death do if thou shouldst depart,
Leaving thee living in posterity?
…Be not self-will’d, for thou art much too fair
…To be death’s conquest and make worms thine heir.

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