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The ice cream is before me in the bowl
And suddenly my spoon is far too small.
I need a shovel so to eat it whole
(My Tongue’s the one who makes this urgent call).

Surrendering to it with eager Eyes,
I take a bite and quickly make it two,
And then a third, exulting in the prize
That’s sweet and melts, so I don’t have to chew.

Almost as quick as pleasure is the pain
As though my forehead rammed into a wall,
As though the ice cream climbed into my Brain
Not like the normal foods that take a fall.

The Brain says, “Stop!” The Tongue says to the Hand,
“I want some more.  Now shovel even faster!”
And Hand says, caught between the two commands,
“Who do I listen to?  Who is the master?”

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photo by Adrian van Leen at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nofeuL4/chocolate+icecream+indulgence2

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

 

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Flyover

From the sky,
Roads, blocks, and houses –
A city.

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Thumb And All

Curled on top
Of a breaking wave –
Ocean’s hand.

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Two

A rainbow,
Tiny, in clouds.  And one
Of the trees.

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Flyover – photo by Nicolas Raymond at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nC5opGK/Circuit+Board+Close-up

Thumb – photo by jtkunley at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/oiQHyjW/Big+wave+breaking

Two – photo by Kevin Tuck at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mmewCzK/Lakeside+with+rainbow

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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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…..Sonnet 51 – From Some To All

The history of man records a tide,
A current ‘cross the world that swelled and rose
And raised the race from ignorance to ride
To mountaintops capped by the aged snows.

Crowds caught the rise but some were left behind.
A mark of that is when men marked their X.
While most were men of letters and refined
A single letter was, to some, complex.

Today, at high tide, we’re so civilized
The paper for an X now disappears.
And penmanship, an art once highly prized,
Is cursed as end of teaching cursive nears.

The tide that rose and made the islands small
Now brings a special ignorance to all.

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

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