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The unions still support because of greed;
The homos do, since by it they are blessed.
For power, it will make the nation bleed,
And even die so long as they are best. 

A shrill excuse and welfare sugarcoat,
A promise made to ope’ the nation’s store,
And greed-deceived, the Party buys their vote.
Then, at the ballot box, they play the whore. 

They’ll save the trees; they’re green – and kill the child,
The babe within that says you’re not your own,
That you can’t do all that you wish, be wild.
They’ll raise you up and take God from the throne. 

With sin the soul, and selfishness the core,
It ain’t your parents’ party any more.

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

 

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oiQHzXS

From the spray
Of the ocean waves,
A rainbow.

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photo by J.T. Kunley at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/oiQHzXS/Rainbow+over+breaking+waves

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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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2dQN59g

A butterfly that would a bomber be,
To rise and take its load, as if a shell,
To drop upon the world the fragrancy
Of petals, would spread peace and wish it well.

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photo by Photonut at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/2dQN59g/Butterfly

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

 

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mjQp1Bo


(with apologies to Rudyard Kipling)

If you can keep your leaves when all about you
Are losing theirs, though you be doubting too;
If you can trust yourself through their disaster
And hold yours fast while theirs are falling faster;
If you’ll just wait and not be tired of waiting,
Endure the Fall and Winter’s cold berating,
Then in the end the world will see you’ve won –
They’ll know that you’re an evergreen, my son.

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photo by Scott Liddell at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mjQp1Bo/Autumn+Avenue

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

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mTFZ8Wa

Darkness falls,
As does the gray rain.
Home! Light, dry!

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photo by Adrian van Leen at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mTFZ8Wa/early+evening+rain

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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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mgQNUtI

On but one sturdy, daring stem
A purple cluster clings
Like grapes whose world turned upside down
When vineyards had their flings. 

Instead of hanging, grapes are stacked.
We see they take the path
Of bringing pleasure to the eyes –
Not as the grapes of wrath.

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photo by Marja Flick-Buijs at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mgQNUtI/Blue+grape+hyacinths

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

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ohF7lnM


The golf cart
Driven only by
John Daly.

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photo by Adrian van Leen at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/ohF7lnM/covered+wagon1

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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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oosHgt2

(A liberal group is collecting money for Hurricane Harvey
victims to have abortions.)

 

Those thinking they’re wise are but fools,
And worse than mere killers – they’re ghouls.
In wake of the storm,
Intent on more harm,
For abortions they’d furnish the tools.

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photo by Elvis Santana at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/oosHgt2/clouds+1

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

 

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nEMtdj8

Did purple
Ever look so good?
Oh, how sweet!

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photo by Nicolas Raymond at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nEMtdj8/Purple+Icing+Texture

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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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john bell hood

Hood battered Sherman’s men to no avail,
Gave up Atlanta, fled, and forged a trail
To Tennessee, his thirty thousand worn
By war and miles, a cob with half its corn.
 

At Franklin, Union lines were fortified,
Which checked not John Bell Hood’s aggressive side.
As futile as the clapper ‘gainst the bell,
Hood hammered and six thousand Rebels fell. 

A dozen generals were dead or gone,
And fifty leaders more lay on the lawn.
But Hood was like a moth drawn to a flame,
And hemmed in Nashville with his army lame. 

Blue’s Thomas, turtle-like, took his sweet time,
Then poured forth from the city at his prime.
Gray’s west was flanked; the Rebel line was rolled,
And Hood was done, a story finished, told. 

Hood’s army’s head at Franklin was bereft.
Now, half of half was all that he had left.
Post-Nashville, fewer feet by far remained,
And Hood resigned, his honor ever stained.

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

 

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