It Ought To Be A Law – haiku by Dennis Allen Lange

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Lawmakers
Must do own taxes
With no help.

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Anything
More convoluted
Than tax forms?

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photo by Adrian van Leen at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/ppLzdd0/taxation+optimism2

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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 and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2018.

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This Is No Case Of Petty Right Or Wrong by Edward Thomas

This is no case of petty right or wrong
That politicians or philosophers
Can judge.  I hate not Germans, nor grow hot
With love of Englishmen, to please newspapers.
Beside my hate for one fat patriot
My hatred of the Kaiser is love true: –
A kind of god he is, banging a gong.
But I have not to choose between the two,
Or between justice and injustice. Dinned
With war and argument I read no more
Than in the storm smoking along the wind
Athwart the wood. Two witches’ cauldrons roar.
From one the weather shall rise clear and gay;
Out of the other an England beautiful
And like her mother that died yesterday.
Little I know or care if, being dull,
I shall miss something that historians
Can rake out of the ashes when perchance
The phoenix  broods serene above their ken.
But with the best and meanest Englishmen
I am one in crying, God save England, lest
We lose what never slaves and cattle blessed.
The ages made her that made us from dust:
She is all we know and live by, and we trust
She is good and must endure, loving her so:
And as we love ourselves we hate her foe.

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My Campaign Against Extra Campaigning by Dennis Lange

I like Leap Years; I like the leap
…Of one more day that’s free.
And one can work, or one can sleep
…And never guilty be. 

But of one thing, I’ve had my fill
…And want no extra day.
In fact, it is my fervent will
…That they take one away. 

Both Leap Year and elections are
…The same year out of four.
I, tired of extra campaign war,
…Can’t take it anymore! 

Let’s take the pollies for that day
…Or better – for a week! –
And lock them all, as one, away
…So we won’t hear a squeak.

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2016.

 

 

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Three Miscellaneous Haiku by Dennis Lange

 

 

Politicians

Washington –
Blooming idiots
Not flowers.

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Rock Dance 

Often, waves
Challenge the surfers.
Sometimes, rocks.

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Eternal Comfort

Beloved toy
E’er near to be hugged,
Still faithful.

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Politicians – photo by Nicolas Raymond at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nFtL7eE/Washington+DC+Cherry+Blossomshttp://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nFtL7eE/Washington+DC+Cherry+Blossoms

Rock – photo by Nicolas Raymond at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nC5D7OQ/Boulders+Beach+-+HDR

Eternal – photo by Nicolas Raymond at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nFblWy2/Tombstone+Teddy+Bear

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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, 2016.

 

 

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Politicians by Dennis Lange

…………..Politicians

I marvel at their ease and skill
…Each time it comes to pass.
Did they have someone as a coach,
…Or did they take a class? 

It does not seem to bother them,
…As it would bother us.
How did they learn to throw so well
…Someone beneath the bus?

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

 

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Hooray For Pecos Bill by Dennis Lange

    Hooray For Pecos Bill

If Pecos Bill were jest around,
He’d fix our problems here
In Texas (other countries too),
Whut’s drier than a tear. 

He’d spy a storm out in the Gulf
On track for Alabam,
And think of Texas deep in drought,
And get us outta jam. 

He’d ride out past the Piney Woods
And cross the Mississip
And never give a second thought
To sich a tiny trip. 

He’d twirl his lasso at the storm
Creatin’ sich a wind,
The folks nearby would surely faint –
Think world had come to end. 

And then he’d toss his mighty loop
Around that hurrycane
And cinch it to his saddle’s horn
And pull ‘er like Great Dane. 

And then when she wuz stretched across
Tired Texas like a sheet,
He’d turn ‘er loose to ear a gate
Till drought was in retreat. 

With that job done, Bill’d rest a spell,
Lie back and rope the moon
To tie it down in front of sun
So he could sleep till noon. 

‘Cause then, we know, he’d go out east
To messed up Washington.
And when he does, I wouldn’t want
To be a pol’tician.

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

 

 

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