Posted in About Poetry, Humor, My Poems, tagged And Couldn't Say What He Did, bard on the hill, Dennis Allen Lange, He'd nothing much to say, Judgment Day, mystery, obscure, poems, poetry, puzzle, riddle, terse on July 19, 2019| Leave a Comment »
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Sometimes it’s true when reading verse
And we can’t stand the lay,
We wonder which of two is worse:
The poem or Judgment Day?
And just as we’re about to curse,
The pain – quick – goes away.
We’re at the end, for he was terse;
He’d nothing much to say.
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© Dennis Allen Lange, 2019.
Posted in My Poems, tagged bard on the hill, clever, Dennis Allen Lange, Emily Dickinson, intricate, knowledgeable, metaphor, poems, poet bug, poetry, precise, puzzle, Verse Gone Viral on October 29, 2017| Leave a Comment »
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Oh to be sweet Emily,
…One of the greatest ever!
There’s none who had her way with words –
…So crown her the most clever.
Her poems are puzzles, intricate,
…And pieces fit so neatly.
Precise she was in picking words;
…She knew them so completely.
She knew her subject, knew of life,
…With metaphor to match it.
If poet bug is what she had,
…The rest hope we can catch it.
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* Emily Dickinson
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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2017.
The Bard on the Hill 