Posted in My Haiku, tagged Acadia National Park, bard on the hill, Boom, crash, Dennis Allen Lange, haiku, Maine, poems, poetry, Sand Beach, thunder, waves on August 19, 2018| Leave a Comment »
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The waves curl;
Then they hit the beach
And – thunder!
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The picture is mine, of Sand Beach in Acadia National Park in Maine.
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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, 2018.
Posted in Poems of Other Poets, ReligiousInspirational, T-V, tagged Alfred Lord Tennyson" >, bard on the hill, Creation, God, law, poems, poetry, religion, rhyme, The Higher Pantheism, the Vision of Him who reigns, thunder, voice on December 24, 2014| Leave a Comment »
…………………The Higher Pantheism
The sun, the moon, the stars, the seas, the hills and the plains –
Are not these, O Soul, the Vision of Him who reigns?
Is not the Vision He? tho’ He be not that which He seems?
Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?
Earth, these solid stars, this weight of body and limb,
Are they not (sign and symbol) of thy division from Him?
Dark is the world to thee: thyself ar the reason why;
For is He not all but that which has power to feel “I am I”?
Glory about thee, without thee; and thou fulfillest thy doom
Making Him broken gleams, and a stifled splendour and gloom.
Speak to Him thou for He hears, and Spirit with Spirit can meet –
Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet.
God is law, say the wise; O Soul, and let us rejoice,
For if He thunder by law the thunder is yet His voice.
Law is God, say some: no God at all, says the fool,
For all we have power to see is a straight staff bent in a pool;
And the ear of man cannot hear, and the eye of man cannot see;
But if we could see and hear, this Vision – were it not He?
Posted in Drought Poems, My Haiku, My Poems, tagged < META name = "keywords" content = "Dennis Lange, Haikus, peace negotiations" >, pick up sticks, poem, poetry, thunder, tornado on August 20, 2011| 1 Comment »
Thunder
Percussion
Storm cloud discussion
Loud rain talk.
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Tornado
Life’s pride prior;
Wild wind’s aftermath:
Pick-up sticks.
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Peace Negotiations
Scattered clouds –
Why can’t you be friends?
Unite, rain.
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* The haiku I write are lines of 3-5-3 syllables instead of 5-7-5.
See Haiku article here:
https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/08/08/haiku/
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2011.
The Bard on the Hill