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When lovely woman stoops to folly
And finds too late that men betray, –
What charm can soothe her melancholy,
What art can wash her guilt away?
The only art her guilt to cover,
To hide her shame from every eye,
To give repentance to her lover
And wring his bosom, is – to die.

 

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………..All Disappear

In one brief moment, coming soon,
The setting sun will go
And beckon to the waiting moon
To take his place and glow.

And shortly after sun has set,
The walker and the wings
Will see the night in dark regret
And pack, for night, their things.

In one brief moment for the three,
Three moments – one for each,
They in this form will cease to be,
And in their place, a breach.

Perhaps the cosmos will exist,
Past this three’s sure demise
But certainly, it’s on the list;
Make ready your goodbyes.

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photo by Jasper Greek Lao Golangco at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mlq4Y9I/sunset+series+epilogue

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

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The Old Men And The Young Men

The old men sit in chambers plotting war.
The generals push pieces here and there.
The young men sent to fight are seen no more.

The wise and white-haired aged walk the floor
And find young fools so they the burden bear.
The old men sit in chambers plotting war.

And they remain where they have been before
While others are uprooted like a tare.
The young men sent to fight are seen no more.

In meeting rooms and offices – no gore.
There, ideologies seem pure and fair.
The old men sit in chambers plotting war.

Somewhere, a selfishness is at the core
The meal is greed or power, life’s the fare.
The young men sent to fight are seen no more.

One is removed from battle where blood pours
The other from a field, cold, unaware.
The old men sit in chambers plotting war.
The young men sent to fight are seen no more.

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

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