Posted in A-B (by poet name), Poems of Other Poets, ReligiousInspirational, tagged #memyselfandI, advice, anonymous, bard on the hill, how, Our Lips And Ears, poems, poetry, slips, speech, tongue, when, where, whom, wisdom on January 27, 2018| Leave a Comment »
If you your lips would keep from slips,
…Five things observe with care:
Of whom you speak, to whom you speak,
…And how and when and where.
If you your ears would save from jeers,
…These things keep meekly hid:
Myself and I, and mine and my,
…And how I do and did.
Posted in My Haiku, tagged bard on the hill, character, cheating, Dennis Allen Lange, haiku, honesty, integrity, lying, manner, poems, poetry, speech, tongues, truth, way of life, weights on March 14, 2017| Leave a Comment »
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Honest tongues;
Honest way of life;
Honest weights.
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photo by Jean Scheijen at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mWjRlAm/Oma%27s+Old+Weights
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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.
Posted in My Poems, Uncategorized, Villanelle, tagged bard on the hill, bigotry, bondage, Canaan, chains, civil rights movement, color, day, Dennis Lange, Egypt, freedom, Gabriel, hate, hue, leader, Martin Luther King Jr, Pharaoh, poems, poetry, prejudice, Promised Land, slavery, speech, Thank God Almighty, we are free at last, wordpress blog on January 17, 2016| 1 Comment »
King dreamed that he would say (when chains were past
Or strands so thin and few), these words long overdue,
“Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!”
Though Egypt was behind, her reach was vast.
And like the wind, he blew winged words that fell like dew.
King dreamed a dream when all the chains were past.
His voice was Gabriel’s mighty trumpet blast;
The march began on cue, toward Canaan’s words and view,
“Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!”
His dream? – by hate and pharaohs not harassed;
Men judged, not by their hue; a future bright and new.
King dreamed a dream when all the chains were past.
Upon the farther shore, his people massed,
The sea returned and blue, they’d shout because they knew,
“Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!”
Let go the broken chains! Away, them cast!
The speech and dream came true, for all who dare and do.
And now men say, since all their chains are past:
“Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!”
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2016.
Posted in Limericks, My Poems, tagged Barack Obama, bard on the hill, Benjamin Netanayhu, Dennis Lange, dictator, executive orders, House of Representatives, John Boehner, poems, poetry, political, protocol, speech, The Constitution Breaker, usurping power, violating on February 21, 2015| 3 Comments »
……The Constitution Breaker
The House speech that Nettie is making
Is said to be protocol breaking.
…But something far worse –
…The Obama curse –
Executive orders, power-taking.
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.
The Bard on the Hill