Posted in My Haiku, tagged bard on the hill, Dennis Allen Lange, exploring, exuberance, haiku, new day, photography, poems, poetry, sunrise on January 9, 2020| Leave a Comment »
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Exploring:
Youth’s exuberance
At the new.
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It’s mine, too.
Exuberance at
Each new day.
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The photo is mine, taken from my deck.
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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, 2020.
Posted in My Haiku, tagged A Day Ashore, bard on the hill, Dennis Allen Lange, haiku, home, journey, poems, poetry, port, sunrise on August 30, 2017| Leave a Comment »
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Long journey
Ending in the port
At sunrise.
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photo by Javier Gonzalez at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/dLxqHg/Entering+port
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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 Haiku, tagged bard on the hill, Dennis Lange, guard the heart, Haikus, hangman's rope, orange, paintbrush, poems, poetry, sunrise, tornado, twister on August 3, 2016| Leave a Comment »
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Orange!
Just one dab
On just one paintbrush,
Paints the world.
Deadly Twister
Hangman’s rope
Kills one. The sky’s rope
Kills many.
Keeping Things Out
At all costs:
High, strong, barbed fences –
Guard your heart.
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Orange – photo by John Boyer at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nOi9xna/Day+Break
Twister – photo by Photonut at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/2dQMPzc/Bad+Weather
Out – photo by Miguel Saavedra at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mOpkOZk/Security+fence+4
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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, 2016.
Posted in My Poems, tagged bard on the hill, Dennis Lange, eagle eye, gritting sand, mob, omnipresent wind, poems, poetry, presence pervasive, rhyming, salty air, seagulls" >, sunrise, The Morning Swarming, traditional, treats, wordpress blog on November 29, 2015| 4 Comments »
One cannot be upon the sand
…And smell the salty air,
And hear the crashing of the waves
…Without the seagulls there.
Their presence is pervasive as
…The omnipresent wind
Which strokes the surface of the sea,
…And makes the water bend.
When seagulls see, with eagle eye,
…A bite within the hand
They mob and move to skin as near
…As moves the gritty sand.
We see the gulls swarm ev’ry treat,
…So no surprise this one:
That early in the morning light,
…The seagulls swarm the sun.
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photo by Photonut at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/2dQN5hw/Sunrise+with+Gulls
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.
Posted in A-B (by poet name), Poems of Other Poets, tagged bard on the hill, boils, day, faster and more fast, overflowed the world, poems, poetry, pure gold, rhyme, rhythm, Robert Browning" >, sunrise on February 15, 2015| Leave a Comment »
………………….Sunrise
Day!
Faster and more fast
O’er night’s brim, day boils at last:
Boils, pure gold, o’er the cloud-cap’s brim
Where spurting and suppressed it lay,
For not a froth-flake touched the rim
Of yonder gap in the solid gray
Of the eastern cloud, an hour away;
But forth one wavelet, then another, curled,
Till the whole sunrise, not to be suppressed,
Rose, reddened, and its seething breast
Flickered in bounds, grew gold, then overflowed the world.
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photo by Sias van Schalkwyk at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/okXYTXm/Sunrise+Series+4
Posted in My Haiku, tagged bard on the hill, bathtub, Dennis Lange, Haikus, hanging clothes out to dry on the line, joy, poems, poetry, rainbows, rubber duck" >, sunrise, sunset, thanksgiving on November 8, 2014| Leave a Comment »
Whiten And Brighten The Wash
Easier
To work, hang out clothes,
With rainbows.
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Bath Necessities
The water,
The towel, rag, soap
And, yes – me!
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Sunrise, Sunset
New day joy
Or thanksgiving for
Day now past.
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Wash – photo by Copta at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mL8ptBY/Pegs
Bath – photo by Steve Woods at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mhe6iP2/Bath+Duck
Sunset – photo by Sanja Gjenero at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mhATwvQ/at+sunset+3
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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, 2014.
Posted in My Poems, tagged Before I Woke, Dennis Lange, fog, poems, poetry, sunrise, the bard on the hill on May 24, 2013| 8 Comments »
Before I woke,
The fog rose from its river bed,
And stepped across the strand
With muted feet, and careful tread,
Crossed trees and roofs and land.
Before I worked,
The wisps, like ghostly armies, fought,
And won a war like night
Wins nightly ‘cause it softly wrought
Surrender of one’s sight.
Before I rose,
The silent soldiers as a mass
Caused sky and land to meet.
When each for other both could pass,
Their labor was complete.
And then, I woke
With beams and warmed – my daily reign,
My place as king of day –
And worked. My toil was not in vain.
I melted fog away.
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photo by Lynne Lancaster at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mrnQcoW/Misty+Morning
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2013.
The Bard on the Hill 