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Departed – to the Judgment –
A Mighty Afternoon –
Great Clouds – like Ushers – leaning –
Creation – looking on –

The Flesh – Surrendered – Cancelled –
The Bodiless – begun –
Two Worlds – like Audiences – disperse –
And leave the Soul – alone –

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That glorious day when the clouds start to drain
O’er desperate land that is begging for rain
Brings a thrill for parched hearts when it comes,
when it comes,
When it falls on the leaves, and the roofs, and it drums.

A crash of cloud cymbals, a bright flash of light;
The dark of the storm turns the day into night;
And the song of the rain as it falls,
and it falls
Fills the crestfallen hearts as it thrills and enthralls.

The roads become rivers that gurgle along
And join with the rain in the singing the song.
And the sweet melody that they play
and they play
Is the number one tune by request for the day.

The torrents that fall and the torrents that flow
Bring smiles to the faces now starting to glow;
And the chant they repeat: “Let it rain!
Let it rain!”
Are the words to the song, its imploring refrain.

Drought-breakers are systems that linger for days,
A guest that is welcome till it overstays
But the call for the clouds, “Time to go.
Time to go”,
Is a call that comes never, or ever so slow.

But Noah and his flood will ne’er come again,
And storms of our era move on with their rain.
In the blue that is left, the sun shines
and it shines;
Shines like smiles on the faces, the glow in men’s minds.

Behind is the earth, and it’s lavish and lush
The rivers are swollen; lakes ravished and flush.
And the song has turned green – the land hums
And it hums.
It’s a song of elation for death – drought succumbs.

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The photo is mine – rain in the valley below my hill.

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

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When sheep are clouds and clouds are sheep
And one lies down at night,
What is it that he counts to sleep
In failing candlelight?

Does comfort come from clouds that walk,
Or woolly sheep that fly?
Methinks if clouds or sheep could talk
They’d tell us who and why.

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photo by Kevin Tuck at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mBZsrUW/Sheep+like+the+clouds

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

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Not A Plane, Not Superman

My int’rest
Is o’er the beauty –
The duck cloud.

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Whether Old Or New Cover

Photographs –
And, in case of fire,
Save this first.

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Educating A City

The center,
The most honored place –
Library.

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Superman – photo by Kevin Tuck at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nBTG1A2/Barn+by+a+moat

Cover – photo by Cris DeRaud at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/ovl4rcw/Photographs+Book

Educating – photo by vivekchugh at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/meXV67U/Public+Library

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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, 2016.

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Next, Babies And Storks

Now I know
Where the clouds come from:
Tall smokestacks.

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Thimble

Thumb armor,
Protecting one hand
From other.

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The Watchers

All the trees
Are weeping willows
In graveyards.

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Storks – photo by Michael and Christa Richert at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nJJFMFg/industrial+smokestack

Thimble – photo by Miriam Wickett at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nJZgwXs/thimble

Watchers – photo by Kevin Tuck at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/o5B6Lp6/Graveyard

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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, 2016.

 

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Three days it blows, the flags stretched stiff and straight.
The ones who drive all feel a push or pull.
The heads of trees bob to the shifting weight.
We’re dancing to the Wind Unusual. 

Miles north of us our neighbors now complain
That rivers flood and all the streets run full.
Cloud follows cloud like boxcars in a train.
It wasn’t due – the Rain Unusual. 

But in this case that to us both seems strange
There is a link that is not visual.
The whole affects the parts; lives rearrange.
Together we are bound – the Usual.

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

 

 

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A Cloud? Who Cares?

These two are
Definitely not
Storm chasers.

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New York City

Democrats?
Republicans? No,
Taxis rule.

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They Shine

Sun’s glory
Reveals and highlights
Tree’s glory.

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Cloud – photo by Constantin Jurcut at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/meT6uAo/cows

NYC – photo by Ivo Bouwmans at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nzdA3OY/New+York+Taxis

Shine – photo by Cristiano Galbiati at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/meLmm6K/africa+sunset+1

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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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I See

A soft bed,
For the treasured moon,
Cotton balls.

 

And I See

Lying down,
Playing with a coin,
A puppy.

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photo by Manu Mohan at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mgF4xBq/Moon

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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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Horizontal

A picture
Of lines, lines, and lines –
Green, brown, clouds.

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I see man
Drawing green and brown –
He’s land bound.

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I must know
Who rode the sky, lined
The white clouds.

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photo by Kevin Tuck at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nvdXLkC/Clouds+and+fields

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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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