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For answers we search and we prod
Why murderers kill on this sod.
…But one thing we know:
…Their list will not show
A single one faithful to God.
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© Dennis Allen Lange, 2019.
Posted in Limericks, My Poems, Religious, tagged bard on the hill, Dennis Allen Lange, evil, limerick, murderers, not faithful to God, poems, poetry, Satan's Side, wicked on May 5, 2019| 1 Comment »
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For answers we search and we prod
Why murderers kill on this sod.
…But one thing we know:
…Their list will not show
A single one faithful to God.
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© Dennis Allen Lange, 2019.
Posted in abortion, My Poems, Religious, tagged abortion murder, bard on the hill, calamity, Dennis Allen Lange, destruction, disasters, earthquakes, evil, holocaust, Hurricane Katrina, hurricanes, Mere Warnings, mockers, poems, poetry, repent, scoffers, scourge, sinful, tornadoes, trumpets, tsunami, wicked, wrath of God on September 30, 2018| Leave a Comment »
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Katrina, tsunami, quakes, and wind –
What more terrors will the great God send?
Trumpets that warn us; thunders that rumble
Wrath storms from heaven cause kingdoms to crumble.
We’re mockers; we’re scoffers when told to “Repent”,
Yet woes and the warnings – both heaven sent.
But bad as they were, the worst is now nearing
Unless we start heeding and turn to God – fearing.
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Unless this nation repents and stops abortion murders of
the unborn (2500 per day), God will destroy us. More
information is at my website: MineNotTheNine.com
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Photo by Dez Pain at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nMPzAP0/Forked+Lightning
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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2018.
Posted in My Poems, tagged bard on the hill, common Joe, corruptions, Dennis Allen Lange, evil, governors, iniquity, Joe Blow, leaders, man, minotaurs, poems, poetry, Rotten Nations, senators, sin, spoiled milk, vice presidents, wickedness on April 9, 2017| Leave a Comment »
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When senators are sin-ators,
…Vice presidents are vice,
When governors are minotaurs,
…And trusted leaders lice,
Consider well spoiled milk you drink –
…It’s rotten at the top.
You take a sip; you smell the stink,
…And then your drinking stop.
But at the bottom of the well,
…Where you disdained to go
The stink and spoil there also dwell,
…E’en in the common Joe.
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photo by Michal Zacharzewski at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/noSU8yC/Rotten+apples
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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2017.
Posted in My Haiku, tagged angel, anvil, bard on the hill, blacksmith, Dennis Lange, dramatic, evil, Haikus, lightning, poems, poetry, rain for droughts, thunderstorms, tornadoes, twisters, tympanic on September 8, 2016| Leave a Comment »
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A blacksmith
Raises his hammer
Strikes anvil.
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This anvil
Raises mighty hand
Strikes blacksmith.
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Thunderstorm –
An evil anvil
When twisters.
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Thunderstorm –
An angel anvil,
Rain for droughts.
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With lightning –
Dramatic. Thunder –
Tympanic.
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photo by Crystal Woroniuk at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nxwVgtc/Approaching+Storm
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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.
Posted in My Poems, Religious, Sonnets, tagged bard on the hill, black robes, definition of marriage, Dennis Lange, evil, fire and brimstone, fools, gay rights, God, Gomorrah, homosexuality, judgment, legislate, Obergefell vs. Hodges, overstepping its bounds, perversion, poems, poetry, punishment, reproach, sin, Sin Is A Reproach To Any People, Sodom, Sonnet 77, Supreme, wickedness on June 27, 2015| 2 Comments »
Our fate is sealed; gone is the rule of law.
The court has taken on itself a role
Of changing words to legislate; its claw
So proud in reason as it takes control.
The source that gives it power is ignored –
It does not matter what a word might say,
Nor that its range is roped – it cuts the cord.
It bends words since it feels a certain way.
We are a Sodom waiting for the fire,
Gomorrah for the brimstone’s choking smell.
We’re tolerant of sin because the choir
We’re singing in wears robes that come from hell.
God’s holy Court will soon in judgment sit
And lowly court will get its final writ.
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Prov.14:34 Righteousness exalts a nation, but sin
…is a reproach to any people.
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.
Posted in My Poems, Religious, tagged bard on the hill, brightness, Christianity, contagion" >, darkness, day, Dennis Lange, devil, evil, holy, light, Lord God, love flee, meter, night, no shadow cloud, poems, poetry, religious, rhymed, rhythm, sin, viral on December 19, 2014| Leave a Comment »
……………..Darkness
The lights blink out in this dark world;
…A viral blackness spread
By a contagion devil-hurled,
…With hearts its breeding bed.
The darkness never knows the light;
…The two can’t co-exist.
Night’s never day, day never night;
…Impossible a tryst.
Before light, darkness has no might;
…A distant glimpse – it flees.
It cannot offer any fight,
…Nor beg upon its knees.
The dark compares itself to night,
…And rates itself quite high.
For blackness thinks that it is white
…Since light is never nigh.
The Lord God’s like the brightest day,
…No shadow or a cloud
Moves o’er His just and holy way.
…No darkness is allowed.
So men who love the darkness flee;
…They hide till He appears.
They will His brightness briefly see,
…Then evermore shed tears.
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2014.