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on49zwm

I hear a rumble waiting for my meal.
Though I am late for lunch and hunger gnaws,
I’m not the source; my skin does not conceal
The cause. The sound grows louder past each pause.

Outside my window where I sit, the rain
Begins to fall as pellets, then as sheets
Of silver in the darkened skies that drain
Upon the grass and roofs and city streets.

I finish eating in the small café;
The sky’s not fixed the problems with its plumbing.
My next stop is a building on my way –
A tin roof with a hundred drumsticks drumming.

And then I drive into the countryside –
The green trees and the green grass both mist-fogged.
Thus blurred my vision, though eyes opened wide,
For all the world and air is waterlogged.

Against my windshield when my car was still,
The rain was pitter-pattering and kind,
But moving now – splat, splattering until
I am befogged by it and almost blind.

I marvel at its sound and growing size;
The falling bullets burst against my glass.
And then I see their parts and realize
‘Tis hail, not rain, not merely larger mass.

The storm, in all its force, sits over me.
My fellow travelers all slow, pull o’er.
I duck my head, a turtle, and I flee –
The clouds ahead are light, an open door.

And then, there is release, a bit of blue.
Gone is the din, the fearful shattering.
Instead, a mildness like the morning dew –
Much lighter rain, a softer pitter-pattering.

I drive, reflecting on the storm behind
And how it came upon me like a cat
On silent padded paws, a prey to find,
And pounced upon me, and upon me sat.

I saw it for the first time on this day
But recognize that it’s been here before
In clouds of life that thunder, then dismay
As storms that reign until they are no more.

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The photo is by Michalina Piotrowska at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/on49zwM/storm+is+coming

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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2019.

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martin_luther_king_jr

A Kennedy, a Kennedy, and King –
Three K’s for strikes and all were struck, struck out.
A nation also felt the bullets’ sting.

Before the wheat was ripe, the sickle’s swing
Cut through the taller heads a deadly route –
A Kennedy, a Kennedy, and King.

Each had a following to closely cling
To them, and ‘cause they were deeply devout,
A nation also felt the bullets’ sting.

To be a vital part, then from us wring
Brought tears to eyes, e’en those dried up in drought
For Kennedy, a Kennedy, and King.

The bells, the solemn bells for them did ring
And stilled the song and buried ev’ry shout –
A nation also felt the bullets’ sting.

A deadly fall and summer, deadly spring
In years so close we suffered from the clout –
A Kennedy, a Kennedy, and King
And nation also felt the bullets’ sting.

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photo from Wikipedia

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

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…..The Deaths Of Bonnie And Clyde

The rabbits had nowhere to run or hide.
Their notoriety had grown in weight.
Brief were the lives of young, wild Bonnie and Clyde. 

For three short years, they roamed the countryside.
They robbed and killed and moved from state to state.
The rabbits had nowhere to run or hide. 

Their youth and love made their spree magnified.
Their crimes caused fear, but they did fascinate.
Brief were the lives of young, wild Bonnie and Clyde. 

Each time they killed, the search intensified
Their case was now on ev’ry lawman’s plate.
The rabbits had nowhere to run or hide. 

A trap was set out in the countryside
Their habit brought the hares to-ward the bait.
Brief were the lives of young, wild Bonnie and Clyde. 

The bullets buzzed and stung like bees – they died.
They had to know that this would be their fate.
The rabbits had nowhere to run or hide.
Brief were the lives of young, wild Bonnie and Clyde.

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.

 

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Looking For Coloring Books

Crayolas –
They’ll color you dead
One hue – red.

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Stalking Stalks

In the grass
And among the flowers –
Deadly stem.

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Saw To See No More War

Here, we saw
Ruins left in Warsaw
That war saw.

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Coloring – photo by Dave Dyet at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mlJJ7rW/Military+1

Stalks – photo by Hans Thoursie at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/2dRYZSc/Defense

Saw War – photo by Michal Zacharzewski at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mhiGTtg/A+ruin+in+the+center+of+Warsaw

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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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