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On the rocks,
To keep passing ships
Off the rocks.

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The photo is mine, of Ram Island Ledge Light Station
at Portland Head Lighthouse at Cape Elizabeth, Maine.

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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, 2019.

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The hen remarked to the mooley cow,
As she cackled her daily lay,
(That is, the hen cackled) “It’s funny how
I’m good for an egg a day.
I’m a fool to do it, for what do I get?
My food and my lodging. My!
But the poodle gets that – he’s the household pet,
And he never has laid a single egg yet –
Not even when eggs are high.”

The mooley cow remarked to the hen,
As she masticated her cud,
(That is, the cow did) “Well, what then?
You quit, and your name is mud.
I’m good for eight gallons of milk each day,
And I’m given my stable and grub;
But the parrot gets that much, anyway, –
All she can gobble – and what does she pay?
Not a dribble of milk, the dub!”

But the hired man remarked to the pair,
“You get all that’s coming to you.
The poodle does tricks, and the parrot can swear,
Which is better than you can do.
You’re necessary, but what’s the use
Of bewailing your daily part?
You’re bourgeois – working’s your only excuse;
You can’t do nothing but just produce –
What them fellers does is ART!”

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…….Through Thick And Thin

(the poem is about my granddaughter,
                  now almost 3.) 

I called her scratchings spider webs,
The first one brought to me.
She calls her scratchings spider webs,
Now drawn deliberately. 

Sometimes I am her audience;
I clap and lavish praise
For song or dance or toddler art.
I’m sunshine on her days. 

Sometimes we partner in the scratch;
I draw the spider in.
And by web-weaving we are bound,
One thick in years, one thin. 

I water well this growing plant,
Protect from sun and storm.
I’m now remaining young at heart
With her, my magic charm.

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2014.

 

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Big Heart of Art - 1000 Visual Mashups

(Photo credit: qthomasbower)


Art

In placid hours well-pleased we dream
Of many a brave unbodied scheme.
But form to lend, pulsed life create,
What unlike things must meet and mate:
A flame to melt – a wind to freeze;
Sad patience – joyous energies;
Humility – yet pride and scorn;
Instinct and study; love and hate;
Audacity – reverence.  These must mate,
And fuse with Jacob’s mystic heart,
To wrestle with the angel – Art.

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