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……3/31/28 – 6/10/16

The Man, the Legend, Number 9 –
On ice, superior.
By him, a forward we define –
Smooth power in a blur.

He was complete in ev’ry way;
His was the rink to roam.
When Mr. Hockey died that day,
The puck slid to its home.

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

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Milton! thou shouldst be living this hour:
England hath need of thee: she is a fen
Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen,
Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower,
Have forfeited their ancient English dower
Of inward happiness. We are selfish men;
Oh! raise us up, return to us again;
And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart;
Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea:
Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free,
So didst thou travel on life’s common way,
In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart
The lowliest duties on herself did lay.

 

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Hearing Some Gossip

Oh tell me!
You must be kidding!
He did WHAT?

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The Mallard Armada

Quacks are king.
The power to rule –
Duck Navy.

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The World Awaits

A duck looks.
What is it thinking?
Mine, all mine!

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Gossip – photo by Richard Dudley at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mflftHo/Earnie+the+Emu

Armada – photo by Patrizio Martarano at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/oz2pS7m/Mallard+duck+3

World – photo by Elaine Tan at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/opueKpW/Looking+Forward

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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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The Old Men And The Young Men

The old men sit in chambers plotting war.
The generals push pieces here and there.
The young men sent to fight are seen no more.

The wise and white-haired aged walk the floor
And find young fools so they the burden bear.
The old men sit in chambers plotting war.

And they remain where they have been before
While others are uprooted like a tare.
The young men sent to fight are seen no more.

In meeting rooms and offices – no gore.
There, ideologies seem pure and fair.
The old men sit in chambers plotting war.

Somewhere, a selfishness is at the core
The meal is greed or power, life’s the fare.
The young men sent to fight are seen no more.

One is removed from battle where blood pours
The other from a field, cold, unaware.
The old men sit in chambers plotting war.
The young men sent to fight are seen no more.

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

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…….Sonnet 58 – America 2014
………….(on the eve of elections)

America began when patriots
Rebelled against a power without care
Except for power to fill a pride that struts
Like roosters crow and think themselves quite fair.

Then, loosed from harsh restraints for gentle reins –
The greatest freedom that has graced this earth –
The citizens who use their backs and brains
Raised nation, selves, to heights from lowly birth.

And now, full circle, we have sadly come
As self, and lust for power drive the men
Who buy the votes of slackers sucking thumbs
With taxes from the working citizen.

Pols buy the pedestal to place their legs
And kill the goose that lays the golden eggs.

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*One of the causes of the fall of the Roman Empire was
heavy taxation, in part to support large numbers of people
who were dependent upon the state for hand-outs.

http://www.tribunesandtriumphs.org/roman-empire/causes-for-the-fall-of-the-roman-empire.htm

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2014.

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The Crimson Poppies

In Flanders Field (all battlefields),
  The crimson poppies spread
As young men taken to a war
  Gave up their blood and bled. 

For one man’s lust for power fed
   Their bodies to a war.
Another’s land lust also led
   The young to bleed still more. 

Like rivers, from their flesh it flowed,
   Their lives not marked by sand
That slipped out of their hourglass –
   But blood upon the land. 

In Flanders Field, the blood has dried;
   The veins are cold, no flow.
And in the place of dreams and lives,
   The crimson poppies grow.

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photo by Dan Shirley at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/oeAO1C0/Poppies

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2014.

 

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