Posted in Limericks, My Poems, politics, tagged Antifa, bard on the hill, Brown Shirts, bruisers, Democratic Party, Dennis Allen Lange, fascists, hiding by wearing a mask, hood, Klu Klux Klan, left, liberals, limericks, losers, Murdercrats, Nazis, poems, poetry, thugs on November 3, 2019| Leave a Comment »
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The Brown Shirts, the Klu Klux – both losers,
And so is Antifa, the bruisers.
…They’re wearing a hood;
…They’re up to no good.
The Left is for those thugs excusers.
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photo by Carptrash – I, Einar Kvaran, took the picturePreviously published: none, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=80084419
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© Dennis Allen Lange, 2019.
Posted in My Poems, politics, Religious, Sonnets, tagged abortion murder, bard on the hilll, cup of iniquity full, delayed wrath, Dennis Allen Lange, devastating blow, earthquaked, fury, homosexuals, LGBT, liberals, Murdercrats, Nancy Pelosi, poems, poetry, poured out, prayer, punishment, ripped apart, shaking, Sonnet 130 San Francisco, trembling on September 21, 2019| Leave a Comment »
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I thank you, God: You heard Your servant’s prayer,
My earnest plea that You hold back Your wrath
Upon the wicked city You will tear
To pieces by the seam that makes its path
Across its rotten flesh and wicked heart,
Whose mouth declares that You approve its sin,
That You approve the unborn ripped apart,
That You approve that men would lie with men.
And when Your fury shakes their darkest day,
I’m praying now that sinful men will know
That hea’en above and trembling earth below
Agreed upon the devastating blow.
I am no longer praying for delay;
Perhaps their cup of wrath is full today.
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© Dennis Allen Lange, 2019.
Posted in My Haiku, politics, tagged bard on the hill, Dennis Allen Lange, drag burden, enslaved to the past, free yourself, haiku, hireling and the slave, in chains, liberals, offended, our national anthem, poems, poetry, political correctness on May 16, 2019| 1 Comment »
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Some are offended by this line from the third stanza:
No refuge can save the hireling and slave.
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Slaves mentioned
And you’re offended?
YOU’RE in chains.
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You’re enslaved
To a past that was
Never yours.
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Your burden
Is the past you drag
With each thought.
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It’s past time.
No one can free you
But yourself.
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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 Allen Lange, 2019.
Posted in My Poems, politics, Sonnets, tagged anaconda, bard on the hill, Barney Frank, breasts and backs, Dennis Allen Lange, economy, freedom, liberals, poems, poetry, Sonnet 113 Shed Tears For Boston, squeeze, Tea Party, Ted Kennedy, tyranny on March 17, 2019| Leave a Comment »
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Shed tears for Boston and the troubled tea,
That toast in harbor’s glass to tyranny.
The glass, when raised, was flung into the face
Of one enthroned across an ocean’s space.
Shed tears for Boston and the colonies
Who felt the anaconda’ deadly squeeze,
The air of life pressed from their breasts and backs
By an oppressive rule and heavy tax.
Shed tears for Boston who’s been newly led
By liberals by whom their blood was bled –
A brainless Barney Frank’s economy
And “want more government” Ted Kennedy.
Shed tears for Boston now, that once was free,
But slid back to a royal tyranny.
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© Dennis Allen Lange, 2019.
Posted in My Poems, Sonnets, tagged abortion murder, ain't your parents' party any more, ballot box, buys votes, Dennis Allen Lange, environmentalists, green, homosexuals, kill the unborn child, liberals, Murdercrats, planet" >, poems, poetry, save the world, selfishness, sin, Sonnet 75, sonnets, take God from the throne, The Democratic Party, unions greed, voters play the whore, welfare on September 24, 2017| Leave a Comment »
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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.
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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2017.
Posted in Limericks, My Poems, tagged abortion, bard on the hill, collecting money, Dennis Allen Lange, Ghouls, Hurricane Harvey, liberals, murder, Murdercrats, poems, poetry, storm on September 9, 2017| Leave a Comment »
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(A liberal group is collecting money for Hurricane Harvey
victims to have abortions.)
Those thinking they’re wise are but fools,
And worse than mere killers – they’re ghouls.
…In wake of the storm,
…Intent on more harm,
For abortions they’d furnish the tools.
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photo by Elvis Santana at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/oosHgt2/clouds+1
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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2017.
Posted in Limericks, My Poems, tagged bard on the hill, bias, cards, Dennis Allen Lange, Donald Trump, game of bridge, hate, liberals, limericks, poems, poetry, ruling on July 25, 2017| Leave a Comment »
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Where once they were panting and drooling,
The bridge love of liberals is cooling.
…They can’t bear the word
…That they’ve always heard
Since Donald’s the big Trump that’s ruling.
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photo by Michal Zacharzewski at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mhiqCTa/Old+man%27s+hand
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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2017.
Posted in My Poems, tagged bard on the hill, Democratic Party, Dennis Allen Lange, do-gooders, forced charity, liberals, Oh How Big The Heart, poems, poetry, political, politics, primeval ooze, take from the rich and give to the poor, tax and spend on May 12, 2017| 2 Comments »
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There is a people – oh, how big the heart! –
A heart that swells like a primeval ooze
Till others not as blessed must take a part,
Forced by an overflowing they don’t choose.
And, oh! how wonderful those hearts now feel
That others, too, have done the good they deemed
With what the righteous from them rightly steal –
Not steal, but take by all the plans they schemed.
And, oh! how those blest hearts now fill with pride
That theirs the nobler way, the higher road,
That they, a cut above the baser side
Have helped man’s load by adding to his load.
It seems they think it some great human feat,
A merit in the doing that they dream
Not by their back and boon, but from their seat
By forcing others into what they scheme.
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photo by Scott Snyder at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mldy0fE/Eggnapper
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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2017.
The Bard on the Hill 