Posted in Civil War Poems, My Poems, tagged bard on the hill, battlefield deaths, Blue Gray, Civil War, confederacy, Dennis Allen Lange, disease, north, poems, poetry, rebels, south, union on June 6, 2017| Leave a Comment »
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When brother North fought brother South
…Oft in the other’s home,
The bodies fell on battlefields
…In woods and fields and loam.
The red plague on the battlegrounds,
…Spread by the buzzing bees,
Was still but half the total brought
…At rest, by dread disease.
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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2017.
Posted in Poems of Other Poets, W-Z, tagged discontent, disease, doubt, faith, God, happiness, health, hope, malady, optimism, poem, poetry, thoughts on May 24, 2011| 1 Comment »
Talk happiness. The world is sad enough
Without your woes. No path is wholly rough;
Look for the places that are smooth and clear,
And speak of those, to rest the weary ear
Of Earth, so hurt by one continuous strain
Of human discontent and grief and pain.
Talk faith. The world is better off without
Your uttered ignorance and morbid doubt.
If you have faith in God, or man, or self,
Say so. If not, push back upon the shelf
Of silence all your thoughts, till faith shall come;
No one will grieve because your lips are dumb.
Talk health. The dreary, never-changing tale
Of mortal maladies is worn and stale.
You cannot charm, or interest, or please
By harping on that minor chord, disease.
Say you are well, or all is well with you,
And God shall hear your words and make them true.
The Bard on the Hill 