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Sonnet 17 – The Crop From Wild Oats

The prodigal may set a course away
From what his raising guided him to be;
Yet, in the end, he finds to his dismay
A path embarked may bark, bite fatally.

What smoker now knows not the fatal chance?
What drinker had not seen the stagg’ring drunk?
What addict did not know how addicts dance
To tune of drugs; have to mere puppets sunk?

We pay for foolish habits soon or late,
And though those cunning pleasures ply their wares,
It’s best to have good sense, anticipate:
We’ll pay Old Billy for our youthful tares.

Those in the world who choose to sow wild oats
Must face the fact they’re followed by wild goats.

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.

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……………………………Spring

Nothing is so beautiful as spring –
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;
The glass peartree leaves and blooms, they brush
The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush
With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling. 

What is all this juice and all this joy?
A strain of the earth’s sweet being in the beginning
In Eden garden. – Have, get, before it cloy, 

Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning,
Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy,
Most, O maid’s child, thy choice and worthy the winning.

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photo by Kevin Tuck at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/oNLoNb4/Spring+flowers

 

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Abortion, The American Holocaust

The Nazis who butchered were evil.
But here, it’s a swell thing, and legal.
We take babies lives
With pills or with knives
And think that we’re noble and regal.

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.

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Don’t Get The Point(s)

A bit like
Devil’s pincushions –
And well-named.

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They’ll Roll Over You

Drink the scotch!
A barrel of fun!
Till morning.

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Ticket Punched

Where are we?
Let’s get out of here!
Wrong movie!

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Points – photo by Adrian van Leen at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nFXvS0i/cactus+garden2

Roll – photo by Bern Altman at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mBPPVnO/Scotch+Barrels

Ticket – photo by Barun Patro at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mf6HFJW/Cemetry

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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, 2015.

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The difference between Despair
And Fear – is like the One
Between the instant of a Wreck –
And when the Wreck has been – 

The Mind is smooth – no Motion –
Contented as the Eye
Upon the Forehead of a Bust –
That knows – it cannot see –

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………….A Beauty Far

Sometimes, there is a beauty far,
So far we cannot see,
A charm of which we’ve but been told,
Or, grace left grudgingly.

Sometimes, there is a beauty grand
Like peaks that pierce the sky
Inhaling so their chests expand
And shoulders fill the eye.

From where we stand, the beauty’s far,
And, longing some shall be
For that which they will ne’er attain,
And’s but a sight to see.

But beauty better than the best
Of all both grand and dear
Is that which we can touch and hold –
The beauty that is near.

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photo by SP Veres at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/2dRW7hN/Lupins+in+the+valley

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.

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Outta Here!

Life sentence –
When you kill one mouse.
It’s not fair!

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Another Evil

Three monkeys
Don’t see, hear, speak – but
Something smells.

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Nursery Rhyme Answered

Hey, black sheep:
Have you any wool?
Yes – wooly!

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Outta – photo by Krzysztof Szkurlatowski at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mhXQrLA/Escape+of+cat+from+military+zo

Evil – photo by Adrian van Leen at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/oq9uicw/wise+monkeys1

Nursery – photo by Michael and Christa Richert at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/moy33lw/two+little+black+sheep

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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, 2015.

 

 

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………….Bond And Free

Love has earth to which she clings
With hills and circling arms about –
Wall within wall to shut fear out.
But Thought has need of no such things,
For Thought has a pair of dauntless wings.
 

On snow and sand and turf, I see
Where Love has left a printed trace
With straining in the world’s embrace.
And such is Love and glad to be.
But Thought has shaken his ankles free. 

Thought cleaves the interstellar gloom
And sits in Sirius’ disc all night,
Till day makes him retrace his flight,
With smell of burning on every plume,
Back past the sun to an earthly room.

His gains in heaven are what they are.
Yet some say Love by being thrall
And simply staying possesses all
In several beauty that Thought fares far
To find fused in another star.

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…………….The Lady Of Fashion

I know what I’ll wear if there’s smoke in the air –
I prep for it with a hot passion.
I cannot be caught like a babe – unaware;
For I am a lady of fashion. 

The touches I add will bring praises by all
(For frills, I am filled with compassion):
White lace and white gloves and a pink parasol,
For I am a lady of fashion. 

In case of a fire, I’ll escape in great style
Though faces around me be ashen.
I’ll stroll down the steps with a red carpet smile.
So said the grand lady of fashion.

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photo by drow at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mWyqkOy/fire+escape

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.

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Mock on, mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau;
Mock on, mock on; ‘tis all in vain!
You throw the sand against the wind,
And the wind blows it back again. 

And every sand becomes a Gem
Reflected in the beams divine;
Blown back they blind the mocking eye,
But still in Israel’s paths they shine. 

The Atoms of Democritus
And Newton’s Particles of light
Are sands upon the Red Sea shore,
Where Israel’s tents do shine so bright.

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