And Carries The Day – haiku by Dennis Allen Lange

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A light load.
All it now carries –
Color blue.

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photo by Hanspeter Klasser at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mf3LPAG/blue+barrow

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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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The Colors Of Life – haiku by Dennis Allen Lange

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The green’s green;
The yellow’s yellow
Due to blue.

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photo by Crystal Woroniuk at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nxwUue4/July+Storm

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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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Abraham Lincoln And Robert E. Lee by Dennis Lange

The Civil War etched two men into history,
Head, shoulders o’er the rest, two of our nation’s best –
A president and gen’ral: Lincoln, Lee.

Men came to recognize their pedigree;
They were a different breed; both in their roles could lead.
The Civil War etched two men into history.

One led the North and let the slaves go free;
One led the armed in gray, a fox in ev’ry way –
A president and gen’ral: Lincoln, Lee.

Less Lincoln, North might cave and bend the knee;
Lee knew what Grant would do, as though the future knew.
The Civil War etched two men into history.

One set a course midst scorn like scalding tea;
The other sat astride the route the Blue would ride –
A president and gen’ral: Lincoln, Lee.

Men fell; some soared, and blood became a sea
As two great men arose midst all a nation’s woes.
The Civil War etched two men into history,
A president and gen’ral: Lincoln, Lee.

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

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The Death Of General Stonewall Jackson by Dennis Lange

At Chancellorsville, the light was all but lost,
Except the stars that peered out o’er the dead
Who had no twinkle left; their holocaust
A battlefield which was, this night, their bed. 

The General rode out into the night
To scout himself the land before his men.
Returning, friendly fire from blinded fright
Stung thrice the Bull Run Battle’s paladin. 

He could not walk the way because he bled
His strength from shoulder and a useless arm.
A stretcher manned by friendly men instead
Moved him, but one drop caused his ribs some harm.

The arm went first; that seemed to be enough –
A sacrifice acceptable to Death.
But Death said no, in voice grim and gruff,
And Jackson’s light was lost in his last breath. 

Though Chancellorsville was its great victory,
Black draped the Gray in mourning o’er the cost
That none more keenly felt than Robert Lee
Who knew that for his own eyes light was lost. 

And like the life of Jackson ebbed away
So, too, did Southern hopes begin to fade.
And at the end, the General and the Gray
Less life and cause, were in a grave both laid.

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

 

 

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Oh, Shiloh! by Dennis Lange

By Johnston led, Confederates
…Were cats along the way
And crept up on the Union, Grant,
…The unsuspecting prey

At Pittsburg Landing where they camped –
…That’s not the name we know.
There, near a church called place of peace,
…Was war – Oh, Shiloh! ohhh!

The unprepared were driven back;
…Two miles of ground were lost –
And men! The South had gained that day
…But Johnston was the cost.

The general, his many men,
…And even more the foe
Had bled away the last of life
…Near peace – Oh, Shiloh! ohhh!

Night fell and Grant, saved by the bell
…(That is, by troops of Buell),
Though beaten badly would attack
…The morrow with new fuel.

The first day was the Union’s ebb;
…On Monday was its flow.
With greater force, they took the same
…Two miles. Oh, Shiloh! ohhh!

The greater loss in men and land
…Upon the second day
That balanced what the Union gave
…Was suffered by the Gray.

Two thousand nearly, for each side,
…Received a fatal blow.
And thousands more were casualties
…For naught! – Oh, Shiloh! ohhh!

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

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Switch – haiku by Dennis Lange

Normally
For me, a green frog,
Blue water.

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Does this mean
That a blue frog lives
Green water?

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photo by Hans Thoursie at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/2dRYmSH/Poison+Frog

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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 Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.

 

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Three Miscellaneous Haiku by Dennis Lange

Those Were The Days

Clickety clack
Blue train ‘a coming
Down the track.

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Waiting For An A-Door-ing Beau

Three windows
Dressed in finery –
Pink necklace.

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A Stop Sign

Which must stop:
Cars from hitting wall?
Graffiti?

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Days – photo by Marcelo Terraza at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mmeC824/%3E+Train+1

Waiting – photo by Kevin Tuck at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mv0PRlW/Floral+balcony

Stop – photo by Michal Zacharzewski at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mhimZ0a/Stop+sign

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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 Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2014.

 

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The Colors Of A Drought by Dennis Lange

 

The Colors Of A Drought

The color of a drought is brown:
   The green in grass is gone.
And cracks upon the dusty earth
   Open their mouths and yawn. 

The creeks and streams are narrower,
   With some completely dry.
And Robin sings a thirsty song,
   And Bambi gives a sigh. 

The color of a drought is blue;
   The sky has lost its white.
The clouds are few and far between
   Like left is far from right. 

And day by day, the sky is blue
   Like water used to be
When rivers ran like swift feet fly
   And gurgled happily. 

The brown and blue of drought can paint
   A drabness in the land,
And turn the joy of man and child
   To blues as dry as sand.

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link to other drought poems:
https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/10/16/the-drought-poems-by-dennis-lange-2/

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photo by Kevin Tuck at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/naGDvk0/Parched+ground

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

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Three Miscellaneous Haiku by Dennis Lange

Picture Perfect

What’s ideal:
The best that can be –
Idyllic.

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Letting You Know

Just a mask?
No, I really am
Blue inside.

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God To Abraham:

Spare your son.
I will offer up
Mine instead.

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Picture Perfect – photo by John Nyberg at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mrthiYK/Lifeguard+tower+-+HDR

Letting You Know – photo by Adrian van Leen at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mncWMi2/blue+mask

God To Abraham – photo by Alex Bruda at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nFkR1Gy/bronze+image

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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 Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2013.

 

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