Posted in Limericks, My Poems, tagged assissted living, bard on the hill, cannot mend, dear friend, decline, declining, Dennis Allen Lange, Distant Deposit No Return, feeble, good, gray, limerick, living with relatives, nursing home, old age" >, poems, poetry, poor health, retirement center on January 13, 2020| Leave a Comment »
I think that I’ve now lost a dear friend
Who’s now past the point where he can mend.
…They took him away
…All feeble and gray
For young folks to care for till the end.
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photo by Michal Zacharzewski at https://www.rgbstock.com/photo/n3hzesC/Old+man
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© Dennis Allen Lange, 2020.
Posted in My Poems, tagged aches and pains, bard on the hill, chain, Dennis Allen Lange, Happy Birthday To Me, old age" >, poems, poetry, seventy, the essential me, time on June 20, 2017| 2 Comments »
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My body tells me that I am,
…With ev’ry ache and pain.
It wants to tell me to be bound
…To bed, by Time’s long chain.
But all the signals are denied
…By the essential me,
Which says it simply isn’t true
…That I am seventy.
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photo by Prawny at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/oRxvtji/Happy+Birthday
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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2017.
Posted in My Haiku, tagged bard on the hill, colossus, Dennis Lange, forgetful, Haikus, old age" >, old timer's, poems, poetry, polar bears, reminder, snow, string on finger on August 11, 2013| Leave a Comment »
What A Difference A Day Makes!
Yesterday,
We were all brown bears.
Then, it snowed.
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Seeing The Sea
He’s waiting
To rise from the sand –
Colossus.
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I Need A Note
What’s it for –
Finger reminder?
Remind me.
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Difference – photo by Marja Flick-Buijs at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/dKocPm/Ice+bear+group
Sea – photo by Stephen Eastop at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/n9IbPBk/Rock+face+-+Captain+Cook%3F
Note – photo by Billy Frank Alexander at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/2dRVM5h/Reminder
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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, 2013.
Posted in My Poems, tagged < META name = "keywords" content = "What Was It?, bard on the hill, Dennis Lange, forgetfulness, lost loosing my mind, old age" >, poems, poetry on October 19, 2012| 3 Comments »
(Photo credit: Wikipedia)
What Was It?
I had a thought within a room;
Then to another strode.
I could not find it in the next;
‘Twas left along the road.
I hastened to retrace my steps,
To find the place it lay –
Mischievous child that played a game –
Of hide, and run away.
Into the first, where forth it came
Just moments ere it fled
And there I looked around to see,
To search the room, my head.
Both high and low and all around,
Sought, sought! but could not find.
Not only had I lost the thought,
I’d also lost my mind.
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2012.
The Bard on the Hill 