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nshKofU


There’s little of time to be wasting
Since death is for all of us hasting.
This is a short trial
And in only a while
All men will be resting or basting. 

It may seem that I’m pessimistic,
But no, I’m just realistic.
That way I’ll prepare
With greatest of care
My life not in parts but holistic.

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photo by Patrizio Martorana at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nshKofU/Fire+and+pitchfork

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

 

 

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mA6Smt6

The minor leaguers play for wealth and fame
Or just for pleasure on their daily plate,
Or anything to carry on their name
In hamlets small, or cities that are great.

Ambition is the wind that fills their sail
And drives them toward the only port they see,
Which may not measure much upon a scale –
But forward without knowing, blissfully!

Though some succeed and gain the greater stage
Most toil on in obscurity to fail,
A rueful fact they recognize in age,
And in depression, raise a bitter wail.

But majors hit a fastball none can see
And rarely swing at curves the foe may throw.
The list of contrasts go on endlessly –
So, too, those on the high road, not the low.

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photo by Robert Linder at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mA6Smt6/Dominican+Baseball

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

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n31ZSzw

In your life,
Is there anyone
At the helm?

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photo by Karen Andrews at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/n31ZSzw/ships+wheel

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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 and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2017.

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dkxvuv


(a thought for the new year)

 

High in the air, low in the sod –
One’s always in the hands of God.

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photo by Steve Woods at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/dKXvuv/Golden+Girls

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

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p0xyijq


We can, with envy at another look,
As frogs at swans must take a greenish glance.
Our lives, to us, are but an open book,
While theirs seem polished as a ballroom dance.

We see our mirrored marks each morn we wake
While sleep’s ill-fitting shroud still clings like dew.
Through slits, we see the hair before we rake.
And bare?  The flaws that none must see, we rue.

Our words, our acts are all on written page
As well as thoughts none else can ever read.
We know the tiger pacing in the cage.
Man’s blind.  Oh, God!  God sees them!  Ev’ry weed!

With cause, all men at heart are insecure.
The reason is that none of us is pure.

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photo by Craig Phillip at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/p0XyiJQ/Green+Tree+Frog

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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2016.

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It’s found sometimes within a furrowed face;
A sneer, a mouth turned down like fangs, a frown;
E’en more in eyes, panes to the hidden place:
A cold hard glint to which ice gives its crown.

It surfaces in words like whales that breach
And wounds without regret, and wracks once more,
Like heartless waves pound piers within their reach
And view the pieces, do naught else but roar.

It is systemic, makes one’s pressure rise,
More prone to heart attacks and crippling strokes,
A venom in the veins of the unwise
A blight that fells the mightiest of oaks.

Hate curdled in the heart spreads through the whole
Till one possession’s left – a poisoned soul.


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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2016

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 2dk0Gxl

Dear God, I’m caused to worship Thee
Not by the great things made by man
But what I see ‘twas made by Thee
And that includes Your glorious tree. 

Dear God, that I might worship Thee,
I do not need the chapel’s wall,
But only what you made, the tree.
And underneath, I’ll worship Thee. 

Dear God, I’m free to worship Thee
Not by the goodness of my hands
But only by the love in Thee
That gave your Son upon a tree.

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photo by Agnes Scholiers at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/2dk0Gxl/Chapel

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2016.

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“You’ll have to take me just the way I am”;
Says he won’t change and that he does not care.
Such causes God, in spite of grace, to damn,
And gives to others burdens they can’t bear.


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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2016.

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For heresy, there are a thousand ways to die
As truth unveils what men love most – the devil’s lie.
But truth stands firm ‘gainst all the salvos foes may give,
And like our God who is its source, will always live.

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2016.

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We sell our souls for flim and flam.
And have no hope when in a jam.
The prayer of sinners is God-spurned
When they are reaping what they’ve earned.

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2016.

 

 

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