Negro Soldier’s Civil War Chant – anonymous

Ole Abe (God bless ‘is ole soul!)
Got a plenty good victuals, an’ a plenty good clo’es.
Got powder, an’ shot, an’ lead,
To bust in Adam’s liddle Confed’
In dese hard times. 

Oh, once dere was union, an’ den dere was peace;
De slave, in de cornfield, bare up to his knees.
But de Rebel’s in gray, an’ Sesesh’s in de way,
An’ de slave’ll be free
In dese hard times.

 

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Three Miscellaneous Haiku by Dennis Lange

I’ve Got The Knife

What’s missing?
The bread baking smell
And butter.

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Now, That’s Better!

From the black
And color’s absence,
Springs color.

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And, Not Tethered

See how far
One truly can go.
Not kite – him!

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Knife – photo by Sanja Gjenero at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mtb3UNw/braided+bread

Better – photo by Johnny Berg at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mjzV17a/Colors

Tethered – photo by purplepic at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/n9fG9wI/Flying+a+kite

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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, 2013.

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A Lost Love by Dennis Lange

How could she love me like the wind –
So touch my face, and make me bend
To her, and then just disappear
On backs of white-tailed leaping deer?

As quickly as a norther blows
O’er prairie land, and never slows,
And ripples wheat like ocean waves
She stirred my soul.  She made me slave

To her, to wind, that travels on.
And after all the breeze has blown,
And all the leaves and flags are free,
Alone I stand in slavery.

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2011. 

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