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A butterfly that would a bomber be,
To rise and take its load, as if a shell,
To drop upon the world the fragrancy
Of petals, would spread peace and wish it well.

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photo by Photonut at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/2dQN59g/Butterfly

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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2017.

 

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mjQp1Bo


(with apologies to Rudyard Kipling)

If you can keep your leaves when all about you
Are losing theirs, though you be doubting too;
If you can trust yourself through their disaster
And hold yours fast while theirs are falling faster;
If you’ll just wait and not be tired of waiting,
Endure the Fall and Winter’s cold berating,
Then in the end the world will see you’ve won –
They’ll know that you’re an evergreen, my son.

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photo by Scott Liddell at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mjQp1Bo/Autumn+Avenue

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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2017.

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mgQNUtI

On but one sturdy, daring stem
A purple cluster clings
Like grapes whose world turned upside down
When vineyards had their flings. 

Instead of hanging, grapes are stacked.
We see they take the path
Of bringing pleasure to the eyes –
Not as the grapes of wrath.

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photo by Marja Flick-Buijs at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mgQNUtI/Blue+grape+hyacinths

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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2017.

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oosHgt2

(A liberal group is collecting money for Hurricane Harvey
victims to have abortions.)

 

Those thinking they’re wise are but fools,
And worse than mere killers – they’re ghouls.
In wake of the storm,
Intent on more harm,
For abortions they’d furnish the tools.

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photo by Elvis Santana at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/oosHgt2/clouds+1

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john bell hood

Hood battered Sherman’s men to no avail,
Gave up Atlanta, fled, and forged a trail
To Tennessee, his thirty thousand worn
By war and miles, a cob with half its corn.
 

At Franklin, Union lines were fortified,
Which checked not John Bell Hood’s aggressive side.
As futile as the clapper ‘gainst the bell,
Hood hammered and six thousand Rebels fell. 

A dozen generals were dead or gone,
And fifty leaders more lay on the lawn.
But Hood was like a moth drawn to a flame,
And hemmed in Nashville with his army lame. 

Blue’s Thomas, turtle-like, took his sweet time,
Then poured forth from the city at his prime.
Gray’s west was flanked; the Rebel line was rolled,
And Hood was done, a story finished, told. 

Hood’s army’s head at Franklin was bereft.
Now, half of half was all that he had left.
Post-Nashville, fewer feet by far remained,
And Hood resigned, his honor ever stained.

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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2017.

 

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pt8Syxa

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The light in the forest is rare
Like diamonds unseen on a trail.
So when it shines through the green air,
It seems like a spotlight in scale. 

The moment is magic with haze,
Like fairies have sprinkled their dust
And one should stop walking and gaze
At shadows the shaft has now mussed. 

The forests of life, path obscure,
May suddenly fill with a light,
Revealing the path clear and pure
Like full moon illuming the night. 

Then, quickly, if wise, one must choose
The path that has opened to view,
Or else he may evermore lose
The way that is found by the few.

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photo by Kevin Tuck at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/pt8Syxa/Forest+sunlight

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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2017.

 

 

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Kim Jong Un

Kim acts like a fool and a Kaiser,
And toward his own people’s a miser.
China’s backing that horse
Which has failed in its course.
I thought that the Chinese were wiser.

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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2017.

 

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churchill

The bulldog stood upon the English shore
And growled across the channel at the scourge
That swept through Europe, knocked on England’s door.
He knew they wouldn’t lose, though on the verge. 

His bark was sweetest Britain ever heard;
His bite in war, for Hitler, was severe.
And by his speeches, Englishmen were stirred;
His expertise would vict’ry engineer. 

Great eloquence was in the books he wrote,
Revealing insight by the records kept.
The kindest critic, never one to gloat,
A gentle wind that shaped all that it swept. 

There never was a nobler Nobel Prize
Than his; and he, the world should lionize.

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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2017.

 

 

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Adolf_Hitler

He was a devil wanting Satan’s throne,
With failed Napoleon’s heart, to rule the world,
And was so arrogant he thought his own
One land could stand against all forces hurled. 

A power peacock, nation bully, beast,
Who thought himself and kind superior.
He proved to all instead to be the least,
Since mark of men is they can shed a tear. 

Against a hist’ry lesson that he knew,
He sought a second front against the Russian bear,
And greedy, bit off more than he could chew,
And choked to death upon that frozen fare. 

The world remembers him as bloody ghoul,
But Adolf Hitler lived and died a fool.

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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2017.

 

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I often have thought it amazing
That the “In” in a club keep on hazing.
They loathed it. When through
Is this what they do? –
Out vengeful instead of out-phasing?

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photo by Michal Zacharzewski at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nZ68hx2/Padlock

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