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A man and a woman are separated on a darkened stage, then get closer together and finally meet.  Positions ( )

(1)           (2)           (3)(3)             (2)             (1)

The light shines on the one singing and on neither during the chorus, except in the last position.  There, the light shines on the man and does not go off as the light then shines also on the woman, and on both during the chorus.

(1) M: I sit and sing a lonesome song,
My life is hard and cold.
I sometimes think I’ll never have
A special girl to hold.

(1) F: There’s nights when I can’t fall asleep,
One pillow on my bed,
The only shoulder for my grief
And bitter tears I shed.

Chorus:
M: But one day
F: Someday
M: Says my mind
F: Perhaps I’ll find
M: And then I’ll know,
F: I’ll surely know.
M: And holding hands
F: Through life we’ll go.
M: I’ll love her so.
F: I’ll love him so.

(2) M: I’d give a rib to have a mate;
I’d even give an arm.
This lonely life I’m leading now
Brings my heart far more harm.

(2) F: I know that I have love to give,
But none to give it to.
I ache to find a man for me
With whom to go life through.

Chorus:
M: But one day
F: Someday
M: Says my mind
F: Perhaps I’ll find
M: And then I’ll know,
F: I’ll surely know.
M: And holding hands
F: Through life we’ll go.
M: I’ll love her so.
F: I’ll love him so.

(3) M: I sometimes think she is so near,
That she can hear my cry,
And I could see her lovely face
If I would harder try.

(3) F: The curtain has been lifted;
My sorrow veil is gone.
The warmth and brightness flooding
Is a new loving dawn.

Chorus:
M: And one day
F: This day
M: Says my mind
F: I now have found
M: And I now know
F: I surely know.
M: And holding hands
F: Through life we’ll go.
M: I’ll love you so.
F: I’ll love you so.

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photo by Eve Blackwood at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nZ1d434/frame+with+hearts

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

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A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
Who till they died, did not alive become –
Who had they lived, had died but when
They died, Vitality begun.

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‘Tis a new life – thoughts move not as they did
With slow uncertain steps across my mind,
In thronging haste fast pressing on they bid
The portals open to the viewless wind;
That comes not, save when in the dust is laid
The crown of pride that gilds each mortal brow,
And from before man’s vision melting fade
The heavens and earth – Their walls are falling now –
Fast crowding on each thought claims utterance strong,
Storm-lifted waves swift rushing to the shore
On from the sea they send their shouts along,
Back through the cave-worn rocks their thunders roar,
And I a child of God by Christ made free
Start from death’s slumbers to eternity.

 

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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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Through ages, men have puzzled over life
As to its purpose, meaning, and the end;
The issue, more than love and all the strife:
From whence we came? and which way do we wend?

We see the flow, like waters of a lake,
A constant stream that’s entering this earth,
As others, flowing forth, death’s journey take –
Between, the brief sojourn that starts at birth.

Just as a team runs players through the drills,
To fill its roster, find the qualified,
The special few with heart, desire, and skills,
This life is testing ground where men are tried.

On earth, we’re planted so that God may find
Which ones are suited for the heav’nly kind.

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

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Mirrored

Who knew that
The blue sky reflects
Like water?

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Spun In An Instant

Spider web.
Perhaps it will catch
A glass fly.

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Three

Sun, sailboat
Are slipping away –
Life, as well.

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Mirrored – photo by sulaco229 (Robert) at  http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mx2KZOG/Acrobatic+propeller+airplanes

Spun – photo by David Ritter at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mhhLqly/Broken+Glass

Three – photo by Patrycja Cieszkowska-Krystosik at  http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/moWT5hc/Sail+away

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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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Cushioning The Blow

A pink slip
Would go better with
A pink rose.

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High On The Hoof

If horses
Lived like that, how did
The people?

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Smooth And Rough

Life’s river:
Moments serene; some
Turbulent.

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Cushioning – photo by Marja Flick-Buijs  at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mgV6fx4/Pink+rose

Hoof – photo by Phil Edon at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/n6XQHke/Old+Stables

Smooth – photo by Marja Flick – Buijs at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mEecBCs/Troubled+water

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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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Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
Not Death – for who is He?
The Porter of my Father’s Lodge
As much abasheth me! 

Of Life? ‘Twere odd I fear a thing
That comprehendeth me
In one or two existences –
As Deity decree – 

Of Resurrection? Is the East
Afraid to trust the Morn
With her fastidious forehead?
As soon impeach my Crown!

 

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Chess, Life

It’s time out
For a game of chess.
Life goes on.

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On the way,
Winners and losers
Ev’rywhere.

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photo by Adrian van Leen at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/molVQ0o/roadside+chess

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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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Recess!

Green plant school,
A kindergarten –
Tiny sprouts.

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Chameleon

Didn’t change
As quick as the flash –
I see you!

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A Part, Sometimes

As a whole
Life’s not a lemon,
Just a slice.

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Recess – photo by Adrian van Leen at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/n7UloCM/vegetable+sprouting+variety

Chameleon – photo by Agnes Scholiers at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/o8xCKte/Chameleon

Part – photo by Dez Pain at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/o21vTqo/Lemon+Slice

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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, 2014.

 

 

 

 

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