Posts Tagged ‘politics’


On field politics –

In response,
We will boycott –


* 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/


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


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William Henry Harrison

A song during William Henry Harrison’s presidential campaign
against incumbent Martin Van Buren:

What has caused this great commotion, motion,
…….Our country through?
…….It is the ball a-rolling on,
For Tippecanoe and Tyler too, Tippecanoe and Tyler too.
And with them we’ll beat little Van, Van, Van;
…….Van is a used-up man.


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They’d save the world; make sure the unborn die;
Of sin they laugh, of righteousness they cry.
They crucified Petraeus for his sin,
And let another Clinton go again.
They’d mock a Bush or Quayle where’er they slipped,
But Biden for the prez is well-equipped.
They’d take much from the rich; give to the poor
And middle class must the same thing endure.
For their hypocrisy there is no cure.


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



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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.


photo by Scott Snyder at


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

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In minutes, these were seen (near back to back):
That Maxine Waters would remain on track
And fight the Donald till he was impeached.
And second, near consensus has been reached –
That Murdercrats, her party’s out of touch.
I’m thanking her, the protests, and all such!




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

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There’s a lesson from Weiner and Wu
That should trickle to me and to you;
Politician or not,
What was hidden, we thought,
Will eventually come bursting in view.


© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2011.

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Here’s to the congressman named Weiner
Who lied and then decided to come cleaner,
But he swears he will stay
And won’t go away.
New York, you can make him a has-beener.


© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2011.


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The fearless, fair-haired youth go racing by
To beat the sun with their eternal play;
Ignoring all the volumes as they sit
On shelves, made dusty by the ancient day.

But if they pause to look within the door,
Tis brief, for volumes do not speak with rap,
Nor beer commercials with seductiveness.
Instead, they stand or lean, and seem to nap.

Philosophy and history there dwell
As tenants, with a monthly rent long paid
By labor in the decades of the past,
And speak of Time, not black, or white, but grayed.

A smattering of math and arts reside
By politics in its disgraceful cave.
A button brings the turning of a tune –
A play-by-play of athletes in the grave.

Outranking all the facts that dwell within
Is Wisdom, treasured for her pillared strength,
Who, in the living of the testing years,
Spread through the books to fill the width and length.

She lives in leathered lexicons and tracts,
Anthologies of age, experience,
In almanacs beneath the thinning hair
Beside her sacred sister – Common Sense.

Youth shudder at the shaking in a hand;
They wince at wrinkles, see the years as gloom.
They view the silver hair like cobwebs.  Flee!
The tomes of wisdom are too near the tomb.

Library and librarian – the same –
He shuffles down the lane the young ones fly.
Their laughter sounds, as though the race was won,
But they, as yet, have no discerning eye.


© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2011.

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