Feeds:
Posts
Comments

Posts Tagged ‘green’

small

The unions still support because of greed;
The homos do, since by it they are blessed.
For power, it will make the nation bleed,
And even die so long as they are best. 

A shrill excuse and welfare sugarcoat,
A promise made to ope’ the nation’s store,
And greed-deceived, the Party buys their vote.
Then, at the ballot box, they play the whore. 

They’ll save the trees; they’re green – and kill the child,
The babe within that says you’re not your own,
That you can’t do all that you wish, be wild.
They’ll raise you up and take God from the throne. 

With sin the soul, and selfishness the core,
It ain’t your parents’ party any more.

———————————————————-

© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2017.

 

Read Full Post »

IM000284.JPG

The green’s green;
The yellow’s yellow
Due to blue.

——————–

photo by Crystal Woroniuk at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nxwUue4/July+Storm

——————–

* 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/
——————–

© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2017.

Read Full Post »

 

In the sun,
The grain turns golden –
King Midas.

Sun and time
Turns growing green to
Valued gold.

——————–

photo by Photonut at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/2dQN1yJ/Sunset+in+the+Bush

——————–

* 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/

——————–

© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.

Read Full Post »

……2014 NBA Champions

Few thought the Spurs would win at all –
The Heat shone like the sun,
Bright stars in their own galaxy
For third straight title run.

Yet win Spurs did, and win in five –
One loss by only two,
While rolling over Miami
Like day devours dew.

Each victory brought lavish praise,
An unabashed awe
Of how precise their ballet was,
How few the selfish flaw.

They cut; they passed; they slashed; they drove;
They stole the ball and ran.
They rained down threes, and now they reign,
The fifth time in their span.

Ginobili, Baynes, and Diaw,
And Belinelli, Green,
A Joseph, Ayres, and Splitter, too –
A basketball machine.

Add Parker, Duncan, Bonner, Mills,
And Leonard – MVP.
Their bench was deepest in the league
Like trenches in the sea.

With Popovich, the coaching crew,
And Buford, the exec,
They took unfinished business
And finished, marked the check.

The Rolex of pro basketball,
The Rolls of NBA –
The Spurs of San Antonio
Are champs another day!

—————————————

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

Read Full Post »


Horizontal

A picture
Of lines, lines, and lines –
Green, brown, clouds.

——————–

I see man
Drawing green and brown –
He’s land bound.

——————–

I must know
Who rode the sky, lined
The white clouds.

——————–

photo by Kevin Tuck at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nvdXLkC/Clouds+and+fields

——————–

* 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/
——————–

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

 

 

Read Full Post »

In a poem titled “Peas Are Only Green, Andy Fox wrote the following lines:

Peas are only green!
How boring is that!
Just a single colour.
No more.
At least onions are white and red….

I would urge you to read the rest of the poem at his blog:
http://sixfootbear.wordpress.com/2011/06/05/peas-are-only-green/

After reading his poem, I wrote the following, tongue-in-cheek, in reply:

…..Leave Peas at Peace, Please

Yes, peas are only green in hue;
That seems to be your ‘plaint.
But there might be another beef,
Something else than paint.

Would you be pleased if you found peas
Were purple to the core?
Or would you just insist again
That peas are still a bore?

And what if we found peas as striped
As candy canes in stores,
Would peas still bother you so much
You’d swear they are a bore?

If I made peas as spotted as
A hundred-speckled pup,
Would you still run them down in poems
And beat their image up?

If that be so, the problem’s not
That they are single-hued.
The trouble’s in the bite you eat –
They treat your taste buds rude.

———————————

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

Read Full Post »