Nature And Perversions Of Nature by Dennis Allen Lange

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The sky above is virgin blue;
…The breeze has summer’s breath.
The course of Nature’s staying true:
…First life, then later, death. 

The children run and laugh and play;
…Their adults stand and look,
A little back to miss the spray
…The water fountains brook. 

And in their lot’s a sacrifice
…That some for others make
Instead of selfishness like ice
…Upon a frozen lake. 

The care, concern, is Nature’s course
…And not the centeredness
When some because their hearts are coarse
…For little lives care less.

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© Dennis Allen Lange, 2019.

 

 

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I Have A NOBLE Mind! by Dennis Allen Lange

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(thoughts of the one who supports abortion murder)

None else should on another body bind.
Don’t take from women their nice right to choose.
I have a noble mind and think that kind.

It’s not for me. But with them I’m aligned.
It is her body save for that she’ll bruise.
None else should on another body bind.

A woman’s life should not be so confined
That what she wants for self she then would lose.
I have a noble mind and think that kind.

My sense of right and wrong is not assigned
To those bent on assigning death’s dark hues.
None else should on another body bind.

Her life, if not, would be a horrid grind.
So rip and tear the little baby shoes.
I have a noble mind and think that kind.

To all except the woman, I am blind
To think of other lives would just confuse.
None else should on another body bind.
I have a noble mind and think I’m kind.

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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2018.

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Sonnet 75 – The Democratic Party by Dennis Allen Lange

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The unions still support because of greed;
The homos do, since by it they are blessed.
For power, it will make the nation bleed,
And even die so long as they are best. 

A shrill excuse and welfare sugarcoat,
A promise made to ope’ the nation’s store,
And greed-deceived, the Party buys their vote.
Then, at the ballot box, they play the whore. 

They’ll save the trees; they’re green – and kill the child,
The babe within that says you’re not your own,
That you can’t do all that you wish, be wild.
They’ll raise you up and take God from the throne. 

With sin the soul, and selfishness the core,
It ain’t your parents’ party any more.

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

 

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