Letting The Air Out Of Reality – haiku by Dennis Lange

 

Stories told
Second hand may have
Distortions.

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It’s a game
That we call Gossip.
And, it’s life.

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photo by Dez Pain at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/2dyWW8y/Balloons+7

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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, 2015.

 

 

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Three Bird Haiku by Dennis Lange

Hearing Some Gossip

Oh tell me!
You must be kidding!
He did WHAT?

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The Mallard Armada

Quacks are king.
The power to rule –
Duck Navy.

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The World Awaits

A duck looks.
What is it thinking?
Mine, all mine!

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Gossip – photo by Richard Dudley at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mflftHo/Earnie+the+Emu

Armada – photo by Patrizio Martarano at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/oz2pS7m/Mallard+duck+3

World – photo by Elaine Tan at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/opueKpW/Looking+Forward…

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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, 2015.

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The Black Birds Circle Death by Dennis Lange

……..The Black Birds Circle Death

The black birds circle death; their hearts are stone.
The worst is sought, the better cast away.
The buzzards pick the flesh away from bone.

There are some men who likewise seek the moan,
Who’re in the hunt for hurt and helpless prey.
The black birds circle death; their hearts are stone.

An error, slip, or fall when it is known,
And some are single-minded, on the way.
The buzzards pick the flesh away from bone.

An open, rotting wound on those who’re prone
Provides a morsel and, for some, their pay.
The black birds circle death; their hearts are stone.

It’s gossip, slander; words that set the tone,
That are the beaks of men which tear and flay.
The buzzards pick the flesh away from bone.

Aromas fill the air, by warm wind blown.
Some favor life; some dwell upon decay.
The black birds circle death; their hearts are stone.
The buzzards pick the flesh away from bone.

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2014.

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Everybody’s Going To Heaven by Dennis Lange

      Everybody’s Going To Heaven

Joe has his faults, but he’s a good ole guy,
Though he may drink and curse and lie.
Could anybody wish for a better friend,
Though Joe’d rather borrow than give and lend?
Everybody’s going to heaven, my boy;
And nobody’s going to hell.
Joe’s got his faults, but we wish him well. 

Liz is a lovely thing and syrupy sweet.
Gossip leaves her lips like a luscious treat.
And who can resist when she starts a tale;
Though she slays a neighbor, she’ll save the whale.
Everybody’s going to heaven, my boy;
And nobody’s going to hell.
Liz sins a little, but we wish her well. 

Bob is a businessman, shrewd and hard;
He’ll put a knife in your back, but give you his card.
He cheats on his wife, but he loves her much
And he gives to charities and such.
Everybody’s going to heaven, my boy;
And nobody’s going to hell.
Everybody’s doing it, so we wish Bob well. 

Sam is a homo and perhaps he’s got AIDS.
He does booze and drugs and they got him in raids.
Now he’s an activist for all of our rights.
He marches for causes in every fight.
Everybody’s going to heaven, my boy;
And nobody’s going to hell.
It must be his genes, so we wish Sam well. 

The fact of the matter is that good’s in us all;
And to throw us in hell would take lots of gall.
Except for a Hitler or the worst of the worst,
Or Judas who hanged, then fell down and burst.
Everybody’s going to heaven, my boy;
And nobody’s going to hell.
God is good so He wishes us well. 

But in the same Book that tells of His love
And His kindness and mercy and His Son from above,
It speaks of His wrath, that He’s a consuming fire,
His hatred of sin, and says -‘less I’m a liar –
That not many are going to heaven, my boy;
And most are going to hell.
Cause we love ourselves and keep wishing us well.

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2013.

 

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Buckingham Palace by Dennis Lange

Buckingham Palace

In Buckingham, the English say,
When in the best of humours,
There are at least six hundred rooms
And twice as many rumours.

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* There are 775 rooms.

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2012.

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