Posted in My Haiku, tagged bard on the hill, country club, Dennis Allen Lange, estate, grand entrance, haiku, motel, poems, poetry on February 9, 2020| Leave a Comment »
What is it?
Country club? Estate?
No, motel.
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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, 2020.
Posted in My Poems, tagged alarms, bard on the hill, death, Dennis Lange, estate, fortress, gate, guard dogs, impossible to keep out, poems, poetry, rich, rock wall, security, system, The Intruder on July 18, 2014| Leave a Comment »
………..The Intruder
Between the cities that I drive,
…There is a rich estate –
Three houses and a handsome price,
…A high rock wall, and gate.
It is a fortress wealth has made,
…Like ancient cities built
To keep an army or a man
…Away from life and gilt.
It had an inner guard, no doubt,
…Black devils running wild
With four legs faster than man’s two,
…And teeth to sharpness filed.
Alarms throughout the house were set
…Like trap to catch a rat,
If one got past the snarling lips,
…And still looked for a spat.
And given they were country folk,
…A gun was by the bed
In case a snake slid through the door,
…And wanted to be dead.
Despite the caution and the care,
…There came a dreadful day
Each line was crossed; security
…Was weak as straw and hay.
The shotgun never left the rack;
…The drooling hounds ne’er growled.
No walls were scaled; the gate not breached;
…Alarm bells never howled.
The rich estate was up for sale
…Since Death crept in one day
And took the treasure held most dear –
…The rich man passed away.
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2014.
The Bard on the Hill