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Isabella

Rare baths for
Queen Isabella –
Birth, marriage.

The latter
So groom was spared from
Holding nose.

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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 Allen Lange, 2020.

 

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Superiority to Fate
Is difficult to gain.
‘Tis not conferred of Any
But possible to earn 

A pittance at a time
Until to Her surprise
The Soul with strict economy
Subsist till Paradise.

 

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I see them – MLK – and think of milk.
Smooth chocolate, that is, and tongue that’s silk.

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© Dennis Allen Lange, 2020.

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………….Thy sacred law, O God,
……………Is like to Moses’ rod:
………If we but keep it in our hand,
………It will do wonders in the land;
….If we slight and throw it to the ground;
Twill turn a serpent, and inflict a wound;
A wound that flesh and blood cannot endure,
….Nor salve, until the brazen serpent cure;
I wish not, Lord, thou shouldst withold it;
…….Nor would I have it, and not hold it;
……………O teach me then, my God,
………………To handle Moses’ rod.

 

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Roadside signs
That brightened travel –
Burma Shave

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For those who don’t know, Burma Shave signs were posted along highways.
In the example above, the first “The one who” would be on the first sign,
and a little way down the highway would be “drives when”, etc.  They kept
you looking for the next one to see what the clever saying would be.

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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 Allen Lange, 2020.

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Heap cassia, sandal-buds and stripes
Of labdanum, and aloe-balls,
Smear’d with dull nard an Indian wipes
From out her hair: such balsam falls
Down sea-side mountain pedestals,
From tree-tops where tired winds are fain,
Spent with the vast and howling main,
To treasure half their island-gain.

And strew faint sweetness from some old
Egyptian’s fine worm-eaten shroud
Which breaks to dust when once unroll’d;
Or shredded perfume, like a cloud
From closet long to quiet vow’d,
With moth’d and dropping arras hung,
Mouldering her lute and books among,
As when a queen, long dead, was young.

 

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I think that I’ve now lost a dear friend
Who’s now past the point where he can mend.
They took him away
All feeble and gray
For young folks to care for till the end.

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photo by Michal Zacharzewski at https://www.rgbstock.com/photo/n3hzesC/Old+man

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© Dennis Allen Lange, 2020.

 

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The same old story told again–
The maiden droops her head,
The ripening glow of her crimson cheek
Is answering in her stead.
The pleading tone of a trembling voice
Is telling her the way
He loved her when his heart was young
In Youth’s sunshiny day:
The trembling tongue, the longing tone,
Imploringly ask why
They can not be as happy now
As in the days gone by.
And two more hearts, tumultuous
With overflowing joy,
Are dancing to the music
Which that dear, provoking boy
Is twanging on his bowstring,
As, fluttering his wings,
He sends his love-charged arrows
While merrily be sings:
‘Ho! ho! my dainty maiden,
It surely can not be
You are thinking you are master
Of your heart, when it is me.’
And another gleaming arrow
Does the little god’s behest,
And the dainty little maiden
Falls upon her lover’s breast.
‘The same old story told again,’
And listened o’er and o’er,
Will still be new, and pleasing, too,
Till ‘Time shall be no more.’

 

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Exploring:
Youth’s exuberance
At the new.

It’s mine, too.
Exuberance at
Each new day.

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The photo is mine, taken from my deck.

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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 Allen Lange, 2020.

 

 

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Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

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