Superiority to Fate
Is difficult to gain.
‘Tis not conferred of Any
But possible to earn
A pittance at a time
Until to Her surprise
The Soul with strict economy
Subsist till Paradise.
Posts Tagged ‘soul’
And The Most Valued? – haiku by Dennis Allen Lange
Posted in My Haiku, ReligiousInspirational, tagged bard on the hill, Dennis Allen Lange, destination in life, haiku, lost, most valued, poems, poetry, precious, safe, saved, secure, soul, treasure on April 25, 2017| Leave a Comment »
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Valued things
Must be safe, secure.
Is your life?
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photo by Dan Shirley at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/miym1ri/padlock
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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 Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2017.
The Keyhole Of Life by Dennis Lange
Posted in My Poems, Religious, tagged bard on the hill, darkness all around, Dennis Lange, lift up your eyes, light shines, poems, poetry, present ground, rhyme, rhythm, soul, sunshine, The Keyhole Of Life on July 11, 2015| 2 Comments »
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When there is darkness all around,
.. And darkness in your soul,
Lift up your eyes from the present ground
…To the light that shines through the hole.
And when the light shines none at all,
…When life’s a blackened place,
Then call or crawl till you’re o’er the wall,
…And the sunshine smiles on your face.
We all may fall into a pit
…Along life’s winding way.
The key: to climb and to never quit,
…End the night by march to the day.
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photo by Constantin Jurcut at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/meTzt8m/reflection
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.
Psyche by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Posted in C-D, Poems of Other Poets, tagged butterfly, Grecians, Greek, poems, poetry, Psyche, reptile, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, soul on July 1, 2013| 1 Comment »
Psyche
The butterfly the ancient Grecians made
The soul’s fair emblem, and its only name –
But of the soul, escaped the slavish trade
Of mortal life! – for in this earthly frame
Ours is the reptile’s lot, much toil, much blame,
And to deform and kill the things whereon we feed.
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photo by Kevin Tuck at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mxMKU6S/Blue+butterfly
The Ways by John Oxenham (William Dunkerley)
Posted in C-D, O-R, Poems of Other Poets, tagged < META name = "keywords" content = "The Ways, high low, in between on the misty flats, John Oxenham, poems, poetry, rest drift to and fro" >, soul, the bard on the hill, to every man there opens, William Dunkerley on May 17, 2012| 6 Comments »
(Photo credit: Callum Black via Wikipedia)
The Ways
To every man there openeth
A Way, and Ways, and a Way.
And the High Soul climbs the High Way,
And the Low Soul gropes the Low,
And in between, on the misty flats,
The rest drift to and fro.
But to every man there openeth
A High Way, and a Low.
And every man decideth
The way his soul shall go.
Alliteration by Dennis Lange
Posted in About Poetry, My Poems, tagged alliteration, chain, heart, opera, poem, poetry, rain, singer, soul, Spain on May 20, 2011| 10 Comments »
The sounds repeated please the soul –
…We love the falling rain
That softly pitters on the porch
…And patters on the pane.
Alliteration fills our ears
…Like trilling r’s in Spain,
Like opera singers singing scales
…Of la la’s in a chain.
Perhaps it is the heart of man,
…The pulsing in the vein,
That whispers sweetly, whispers for
…A whispered back refrain.
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2011.
The Bard on the Hill 