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d day

The waves, as ocean waves will do,
Rolled toward the sandy beach.
Wave after wave rolled from the sea
To stretch toward land and reach.

Once there, the sand resisted more,
And waves died on its breast.
But wave and wave and wave rolled in
Without a moment’s rest.

The sand stood firm in its defense
And dunes and cliffs stood guard.
But still the waves in stubborn lines
Rolled in, though it was hard.

And inch by costly inch was gained:
The waves rolled farther in
And made the beach dark with the stain
They left as dying men.

Still onward rolled the wondrous waves;
Still higher rose the tide,
Until the land was o’ercome by
What could not be denied.

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© Dennis Allen Lange, 2019.

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.3d-doubloons

(Please read the note that follows the poem.)

\…………….Beachcomber

The new day sparkles on the sea,
     A diamond in disguise.  
New clouds move landward in the breeze;
     Each wave sings lullabies.

The sand is fresh, bathed by the waves
     That make deposits, new –    
The shells they shove upon the shore,
     Like treasures for the few

Who, waking early, eagerly
     Anticipate the strand;
Who know the doubloons of the day
     Lie gleaming in the sand.

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I’ve used the thoughts of this poem for the cover of
my new book, available at Amazon.  It contains 80
of my very best poems, only a handful of which I’ve
published here.  If you’ve liked the best of my poems
here, you’ll love these.

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© Dennis Allen Lange, 2019.

 

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falling

A bump on the head caused confusion,
An inner and outer contusion.
The outer was minor,
Not more than a shiner.
The inner brought life to conclusion.

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We worry about broken bones from falls and the bruises we can
see, but it is what we cannot see that may prove to be the worst.

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© Dennis Allen Lange, 2019.

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joe dimaggio

Jolting Joe,
The Yankee Clipper –
Not Tugboat.

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Tolstoy’s
Novel of hair loss –
Wore A Piece.

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John Steinbeck’s
Book of hangovers –
Grapes Of Wrath.

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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, 2019.

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Those rocks are
The Maginot Line
For glaciers.

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photo by Kevin Tuck at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mhbLZiq/Glacier+edge

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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, 2019.

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yankee clipper

Ho! Mate! If you’re needing a shipper
From hither to yon like a zipper,
Look no further than me,
Nor hither to see.
I’m captain of yon Yankee clipper.

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© Dennis Allen Lange, 2019.

 

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Kissing Bridge!
Your parents won’t see –
It’s covered!

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The photo is mine of the Kissing Bridge at the
Vermont Country Store at Rockingham, Vermont.

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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, 2019.

 

 

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preg woman and child

The sky above is virgin blue;
The breeze has summer’s breath.
The course of Nature’s staying true:
First life, then later, death. 

The children run and laugh and play;
Their adults stand and look,
A little back to miss the spray
The water fountains brook. 

And in their lot’s a sacrifice
That some for others make
Instead of selfishness like ice
Upon a frozen lake. 

The care, concern, is Nature’s course
And not the centeredness
When some because their hearts are coarse
For little lives care less.

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© Dennis Allen Lange, 2019.

 

 

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flag

Some are offended by this line from the third stanza:
No refuge can save the hireling and slave.

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Slaves mentioned
And you’re offended?
YOU’RE in chains.

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You’re enslaved
To a past that was
Never yours.

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Your burden
Is the past you drag
With each thought.

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It’s past time.
No one can free you
But yourself.

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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, 2019.

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election 2020

You say you don’t like any candidate? –
Bemoan the nation and bewail its fate?
Then look no further than our blackened soul,
For snow’s not found in all the caves of coal.

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© Dennis Allen Lange, 2019.

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