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aborted baby

(thoughts of the one who supports abortion murder)

None else should on another body bind.
Don’t take from women their nice right to choose.
I have a noble mind and think that kind.

It’s not for me. But with them I’m aligned.
It is her body save for that she’ll bruise.
None else should on another body bind.

A woman’s life should not be so confined
That what she wants for self she then would lose.
I have a noble mind and think that kind.

My sense of right and wrong is not assigned
To those bent on assigning death’s dark hues.
None else should on another body bind.

Her life, if not, would be a horrid grind.
So rip and tear the little baby shoes.
I have a noble mind and think that kind.

To all except the woman, I am blind
To think of other lives would just confuse.
None else should on another body bind.
I have a noble mind and think I’m kind.

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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2018.

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sherman

(General William Tecumseh Sherman)


Some thought that Sherman was insane
In early days of war.
Though at the end most didn’t, while
Atlanta thought it more. 

He mused, when he in triumph stood
Before a nation, glad,
“I stayed by Grant when he was drunk,
And he while I was mad.” 

They thought he’d make a president,
A leader, great, of men.
He said, “I’d rather choose instead
Locked four years in the pen.” 

Most likely, he was crazy then,
Just crazy like a fox,
To not let people lock him in
A presidential box.

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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2018.

 

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The sky is full of clouds today,
White puffs wreathed ’round with blue.
Not one seems bigger than my fist
From my long distance view. 

In each, or all combined, there is
The possibility
That from their present laziness
Might come utility. 

A cloud can grow or clouds can clump,
And rain may start to fall.
There is potential, then, in clouds
That they might bless us all. 

Life, too, is like the pregnant sky,
And this truth one must seize:
Each day’s a treasure chest, and full
Of possibilities.

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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2018.

 

 

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The battlefield is cloaked to deaden sound;
A struggle waged upon a sullen ground.
The bullets in this war are silent bees
That bump a bloom without apologies.
 

The cry to “charge” in this war’s never heard,
Since all the world’s a battlefield – absurd!
A truce is never called to clear the field
The wounded, thus, are never healed. 

The pouting silent did not get her way
And he who was the victor’s made to pay
For what he won so he will next time know
That he may win but price is high in woe.

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photo by Marcelo Mokrejs at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/miyqLHO/Chairs

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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2018.

 

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mzhlU8m

I looked at this, and looked again
At flowers spelling DAD.
I may be dreaming, but e’en they
Seem teary-eyed and sad.

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photo by Robert Linder at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mzhlU8m/Cemetery

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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2018.

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mtLGsm0


I don’t want the sweet talk you pour in my cup.
I am not a biscuit; don’t butter me up.
I don’t want the syrup, just sweet honest tea;
Until you begin just to criticize me.

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photo by chidseyc (Christ) at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mtLGsm0/Spreading

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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2018.

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mncWMbq


I’d like to wear a mask that I might yawn
Unseen at that which others drool and fawn.
Till there’s a costume ball that I go to,
The finest poker face will have to do.

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photo by Adrian van Leen at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mncWMbq/blue+mask

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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2018.

 

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The guns of Truth upon the battlefield
Are such that Error cannot e’er resist
Because it can but faulty weapons wield
That weakly fire, and ev’ry mark is missed. 

Then Error, in embarrassment, retreats
And finds a vacant lot in which to camp.
There, firing guns to not admit defeat,
It trumpets to the wind that it is champ.

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photo by Michal Zacharzewski at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mhiDUcu/Flag

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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2018.

 

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meT7N44

We climb, and gold lays on the clouds
Now Jason’s golden fleece.
And we, Icarus, fly to-ward
The sun lest it should cease. 

We chase the day; we chase the sun
As though it were a god.
But day will come when it returns
If we run fast or plod.

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photo by Constantin Jurcut at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/meT7N44/a+trip+in+the+sky

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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2018.

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mWIHC4M


I can’t spend the night in Poughkeepsie,
Though I’m tired and the whole world seems tipsy.
I’ve farther to go
And must not e’en slow.
I’m footloose and free as a gypsy.

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photo by Karen Kelly at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mWIHC4M/vacancy

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