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Maxine

In minutes, these were seen (near back to back):
That Maxine Waters would remain on track
And fight the Donald till he was impeached.
And second, near consensus has been reached –
That Murdercrats, her party’s out of touch.
I’m thanking her, the protests, and all such!

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http://www.washingtonexaminer.com/maxine-waters-i-will-fight-every-day-until-trump-is-impeached/article/2620386

http://abcnews.go.com/GMA/video/abc-news-poll-shows-67-percent-americans-democratic-46967202

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

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Mom! Dad! Look!
I did it.  I climbed
Everest.

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photo by Florin Florea at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mfptGpQ/Bugs+3

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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, 2016.

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Elbow?  No,
Even pasta plays
The shell game.


Hide and seek.
And the green one said,
“Can’t find me.”


In the pool,
When I say ‘Maca”,
Say “roni”.

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photo by Nicolas Raymond at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nEYgUjC/Odd+Pasta+Out

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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, 2016.

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I just made a trip to Virginny,
And saw all the sights – there were many.
Now after the roam
I’m headed for home.
There’s no better sight – No, not any!


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

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The highway
To Halloween is
Pumpkin Road.

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photo by Betty Wolverton-George at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mGZkAzs/Pumpkin+Time

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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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In trees I walked at Smoky’s feet,
And calm the forest floor.
‘Twas late October and the leaves
All Autumn’s colors wore.

It rained a bit the night before,
And though the earth was damp,
My shoes did not pick up the mud
While on my silent tramp.

The fallen leaves well-paved my path;
They made a yellow way
That Dorothy’d been proud to walk
In Oz in her brief stay.

The leaf-laid carpet and that trail
‘Twas all my eyes could see,
The forest closed out all the world
And I was cloistered, free.

There was a great serenity
With Nature as I walked.
I listened as my soft steps fell,
And as the forest talked.

I passed a stream; it gurgled peace,
Caught drops of last night’s rain –
A few that fin’lly fell – but why?
(The reason not yet plain.)

I saw another mystery;
It struck me as most odd.
A leaf, then two, came floating down
As slow as turtles plod.

I saw then, out among the trees,
One here, another there.
First glance, they seemed like butterflies
With wings in disrepair.

They did not scurry, did not slant;
Their vertical was straight,
As if they were a dropping stone –
And yet they had no weight.

I took the line of their descent;
Gazed upward where the trees
All disappeared from sight by height –
And then I saw the breeze!

And then I knew why raindrops fell
When there was no more mist,
And why the leaves were shaken loose
But fell without a twist.

How isolated I felt then!
The world was not about.
And now I knew that Nature, too,
E’en Nature had shut out.

Like spiders coming down a strand,
The leaves did downward crawl.
And watching their descent I knew
Why men call Autumn, Fall.

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The photo is mine and was taken in Smoky Mt. National Park.

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

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Daytime stars,
Their light from the sun.
God’s glory.

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photo by Christine Landis at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/2dtmH7U/Colors

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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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Bright Star, would I were steadfast as thou art –
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like Nature’s patient sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priest-like task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors –
No – yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever – or else swoon to death.

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Do not despair when you are young and tender –
Though pierced by thorns, confused, and by thrown stones are bruised,
The ache will pass; then comes the days of splendor.

Time serves you and the answer it will render.
Though dark now is the night, the sunrise will be bright.
Do not despair when you are young and tender –

Though it may seem that hope of joy is slender,
The aged felt that way, in some past dismal day.
The ache will pass; then comes the days of splendor.

Till weak are strong, the world attempts to hinder.
A sapling blown by wind, a mighty oak will end.
Do not despair when you are young and tender –

Now isn’t all; it preens as a pretender
It fills the present space; confronts us face to face.
But aches will pass; then comes the days of splendor.

The sullen days are few; do not surrender
The prize goes to the few who see their troubles through.
Do not despair when you are young and tender –
The ache will pass; then comes the days of splendor.


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

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Saw “Sully”.
Then, drove to dinner,
Chosen place.

Location
Was at a tough spot.
First time there.

The remnants
Of five’s thick traffic
To wade through.

Interstate,
Intersects a loop,
Cloverleaf.

Down.  Under.
Lights and then three turns.
Safe landing!

See, Sully?
I watched carefully.
Fast learner.


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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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