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There once was a man from Kentucky,
Whose fortune was made by the clucky
…(Chickens, that is);
…The recipe his,
Sans feathers, it made him quite plucky.
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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2018.
Posted in Limericks, My Poems, tagged bard on the hill, Dennis Allen Lange, fortune, Kentucky Fried Chicken, limericks, poems, poetry, recipe, rich, sans feathers, successful, The Old Southern Colonel on September 12, 2018| 1 Comment »
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There once was a man from Kentucky,
Whose fortune was made by the clucky
…(Chickens, that is);
…The recipe his,
Sans feathers, it made him quite plucky.
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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2018.
Posted in My Haiku, tagged bard on the hill, Cushion the blow, Dennis Lange, Haikus, horse, laid off, life, living well, pink slip, poems, poetry, rich, rose, stables, ups and downs, you're fired on July 19, 2015| 2 Comments »
Cushioning The Blow
A pink slip
Would go better with
A pink rose.
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High On The Hoof
If horses
Lived like that, how did
The people?
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Smooth And Rough
Life’s river:
Moments serene; some
Turbulent.
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Cushioning – photo by Marja Flick-Buijs at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mgV6fx4/Pink+rose
Hoof – photo by Phil Edon at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/n6XQHke/Old+Stables
Smooth – photo by Marja Flick – Buijs at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mEecBCs/Troubled+water
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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.
Posted in My Poems, tagged alarms, bard on the hill, death, Dennis Lange, estate, fortress, gate, guard dogs, impossible to keep out, poems, poetry, rich, rock wall, security, system, The Intruder on July 18, 2014| Leave a Comment »
………..The Intruder
Between the cities that I drive,
…There is a rich estate –
Three houses and a handsome price,
…A high rock wall, and gate.
It is a fortress wealth has made,
…Like ancient cities built
To keep an army or a man
…Away from life and gilt.
It had an inner guard, no doubt,
…Black devils running wild
With four legs faster than man’s two,
…And teeth to sharpness filed.
Alarms throughout the house were set
…Like trap to catch a rat,
If one got past the snarling lips,
…And still looked for a spat.
And given they were country folk,
…A gun was by the bed
In case a snake slid through the door,
…And wanted to be dead.
Despite the caution and the care,
…There came a dreadful day
Each line was crossed; security
…Was weak as straw and hay.
The shotgun never left the rack;
…The drooling hounds ne’er growled.
No walls were scaled; the gate not breached;
…Alarm bells never howled.
The rich estate was up for sale
…Since Death crept in one day
And took the treasure held most dear –
…The rich man passed away.
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2014.
Posted in My Poems, Religious, tagged also ran, bard on the hill, Camelot, death, Dennis Lange, fame, grim reaper, hut, palace, pearl of greatest price, pedestal, poems, poetry, poor, religion, religious, rich, Wealth on May 11, 2014| 2 Comments »
………….Wealth
If all we hold and all we touch
…Determines rich or poor,
Then those who live in little huts
…Are sore in need, for sure.
If pedestals and public praise
…Are measures of a man,
He’s poor when fickle turn away,
…And he’s an also-ran.
If men are rich by length of days,
…Then newborn babes are broke,
As well as those in early days
…Felled by Grim Reaper’s stroke.
But if there is a something else
…That all can have or not,
A something that’s the greatest pearl,
…Then that’s man’s Camelot.
Then, fame and fortune fade away.
…For, lost is their allure.
Perhaps the one in hut is rich;
…The one in palace, poor.
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photo by Stella Bogdanic at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/ni0vxMq/african+hut+2
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2014.