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And Couldn’t Say What He Did by Dennis Allen Lange

Posted in About Poetry, Humor, My Poems, tagged And Couldn't Say What He Did, bard on the hill, Dennis Allen Lange, He'd nothing much to say, Judgment Day, mystery, obscure, poems, poetry, puzzle, riddle, terse on July 19, 2019| Leave a Comment »

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Sometimes it’s true when reading verse
   And we can’t stand the lay,
We wonder which of two is worse:
   The poem or Judgment Day?
And just as we’re about to curse,
   The pain – quick – goes away.
We’re at the end, for he was terse;
   He’d nothing much to say.

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I Cannot Ever Bothered Be by Dennis Allen Lange

Posted in About Poetry, My Poems, tagged bard on the hill, critics, Dennis Allen Lange, Emily Dickinson, George Gordon Lord Byron, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, I Cannot Ever Bothered Be, John Keats, Joyce Kilmer, mockers, modern, poems, poetry, praise the naked emperor, pretense, prosers, publishers, rhyme and rhythm, Rudyard Kipling, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, scoffers, William Shakespeare on January 21, 2018| 6 Comments »

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When moderns say that rhythm’s passed,
…And rhyming verse is trite,
What would the great Longfellow say
…About that arrow’s flight?

Such talk is like an acid rain
…That falls on Dickinson,
And kills her bees and Kilmer’s trees;
…Coats Kipling’s dawning sun.

That dart is thrown at Shakespeare, too
…And all the masters past
By men who pose as poets when
…It’s prose their work is classed.

And so I’ll stand as close I can
…To Byron, Coleridge, Keats
I’ll hold their hats or open doors
…Or drive them through the streets.

And I’ll not care when prose lines up
…In stanzas in pretense,
Or critics cough or prosers scorn
…And publishers fold tents.

I cannot ever bothered be
…When men my verse oppose.
They praise the naked emperor,
…And criticize my clothes.

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The Offspring Of A Couple Coupling by Dennis Allen Lange

Posted in About Poetry, Limericks, My Poems, tagged bard on the hill, couplet, Dennis Allen Lange, limericks, poems, poetry, quintuplets, The Offspring Of A Couple Coupling, two Lines on December 19, 2017| Leave a Comment »

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A couple of Lines got together;
Stayed indoors through all the bad weather.
…They wanted quintuplets,
…But produced just a couplet.
They’re still but two Lines altogether.

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It Seems by Dennis Allen Lange

Posted in About Poetry, My Poems, tagged bard on the hill, Dennis Allen Lange, It Seems, parades if they are due, poems, poetry, posthumous, ship has sailed, the world cares not, unrecognized on February 10, 2017| Leave a Comment »

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The world cares not of what I do,
Until my poet life is through.
Then comes parades – if they are due.

But that will be too late for me,
A ship upon a distant sea.

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That Wonderful Poet by Dennis Allen Lange

Posted in About Poetry, My Poems, tagged Abby or Amos, anonymous, bard on the hill, candle, Dennis Allen Lange, fellow or madam, handle, has only one name, lady and lord, lowly pretender, past, poems, poetry, search, That Wonderful Poet, transgender, unknown, wordpress blog on December 12, 2016| 2 Comments »

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The fellow or madam is mostly terrific,
And long his/her tenure, and highly prolific.
He’s known and she’s quoted and really quite famous.
And yet we’re not sure if it’s Abby or Amos.
He’s sad and she’s gay and she’s young and he’s old,
And many have seen her; yet none him behold.
And no, he’s not twins and she isn’t transgender –
The lady and lord and just lowly pretender.
Ones who are most famous need only one handle
And that’s who we find from the past with our candle –
…………………….Anonymous.

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Bookstores And Blogs by Dennis Lange

Posted in About Poetry, My Poems, tagged bard on the hill, Bookstores And Blogs, Dennis Lange, history, mysteries, nonfiction, poems, poetry, romance novels, teens on July 25, 2016| 2 Comments »

A thousand squares of reading feet
…And all the tomes for sale.
From floor to head, and more, each treat
…With wrap and blurbs regale.

Each is a siren with its song
…Entreating those who come
To look, to buy, take it along
…To be an opium.

The sirens that are mysteries
…Are many in their place.
With shadows o’er their face, they please;
…They tease and make their case.

A youthful temptress calls the teen;
…Another calls the youth.
Sweet Romance is, to many, queen.
…Some want nonfiction, truth.

E’en history, that ancient dame,
…Calls from her sacred isle,
And beckons with both fact and fame
…And her all-knowing smile.

Of all that space, one three by three,
…And hard for one to find,
Is that reserved for poetry,
…The song that soothes a mind.

My narrow shelf that’s here makes sense,
…A sliver of a slot.
Demand is small; the consequence –
…This blog’s a lonely spot.

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Non-Heroic Couplets by Dennis Lange

Posted in About Poetry, My Poems, tagged abort, bard on the hill, cowardly, Dennis Lange, humor, Non Heroic Couplets, one foot short, poems, poetry on December 5, 2015| Leave a Comment »

Heroic couplets that are short
(Of one foot each do I abort)
Might bring the thought to some who see
That they (or I) are cowardly.

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The Muse Confused by Dennis Lange

Posted in About Poetry, My Poems, tagged bard on the hill, Dennis Lange, flee, forgetfulness, hide, old timer's, paper ink, poems, poetry, reluctant groom, rhyme, rhythm, The Muse Confused, traditional verse, vapor vanish, wordpress blog on November 11, 2015| 4 Comments »

It’s bad enough, that to another room,
I’ll walk with purpose and a steady stride,
And thought will flee like a reluctant groom
Into an unknown distant land and hide.

But I’ve a fear that I will sometime think
Of what, to me, is the most perfect line,
And ere, on paper, it’s put down in ink,
Like vapor, it will vanish from my mind.

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Heroic Couplets by Dennis Lange

Posted in About Poetry, My Poems, Poetry Forms, tagged Alexander Pope" >, bard on the hill, couplet, definition, Dennis Lange, examples, Geoffrey Chaucer, heroic couplets, iambic pentameter, poems, poetry, rhyming, stem to stern, two successive lines on September 1, 2015| Leave a Comment »

Iambic are those two successive lines.
Pentameter in count is what defines
The length their feet walk ere they make a turn
And walk another line from stem to stern.
The couplet like a man and wife both chime,
As one paired mate, together in a rhyme.
Great Chaucer used them, but it took a Pope
To make them popular in use and scope.