I went out to find a friend,
…But could not find one there.
I went out to be a friend,
…And friends were everywhere!
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That Wonderful Poet by Dennis Allen Lange
Posted in About Poetry, My Poems, tagged Abby or Amos, anonymous, bard on the hill, candle, Dennis Allen Lange, fellow or madam, handle, has only one name, lady and lord, lowly pretender, past, poems, poetry, search, That Wonderful Poet, transgender, unknown, wordpress blog on December 12, 2016| 2 Comments »
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The fellow or madam is mostly terrific,
And long his/her tenure, and highly prolific.
He’s known and she’s quoted and really quite famous.
And yet we’re not sure if it’s Abby or Amos.
He’s sad and she’s gay and she’s young and he’s old,
And many have seen her; yet none him behold.
And no, he’s not twins and she isn’t transgender –
The lady and lord and just lowly pretender.
Ones who are most famous need only one handle
And that’s who we find from the past with our candle –
…………………….Anonymous.
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photo by Sias van Schalkwyk at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/okXZ1Zq/Candle+light+reading+1
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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2016.
Launch by Dennis Lange
Posted in My Poems, tagged bard on the hill, cruel world, Dennis Lange, fear, God gave you wings so fly, Launch, leaving the nest, poems, poetry, storms of life, unknown on June 3, 2015| 5 Comments »
She perches on a little limb;
…Her nurtured nest still near.
Her world was big enough, but now
…It opens to a fear.
Her still-protected cluttered life
…Has reached an edge, a change
And all she’s known surrounds her, close,
…And all ahead is strange.
Her life was land; will now be sea –
…Each step was with a guide.
But now the waves will roll and foam –
…The ocean’s deep and wide!
The nest and little limb’s to launch
…Her to the great expanse.
And there, for all, lies life’s large test,
…Its danger and romance.
To fall in love, or plan, succeed,
…Is ev’ry sailor’s dream.
But when alone one falls from heights,
…A failure seems supreme.
The ocean is a vast unknown;
…Its surface seems so calm.
But somewhere swim the sharks that feed
…And storms that shake the palm.
Beyond horizon, one may lurk –
…The other, past a wave.
And somewhere on the open sea
…There is a waiting grave.
She perches on the little limb
…And peers out to the sea.
What’s hiding there? What waits beyond?
…What wind, and what degree?
But treasure’s there, and pleasure’s there,
…Life’s riches to take hold.
There’s danger for the careless ones;
…Adventure for the bold.
Now, little bird on little limb,
…Your nest will testify
You’re strong, prepared; time for the brave –
…God gave you wings, so fly!
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photo by Miguel Saavedra at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/naSb0nk/Grasses+%26+bird
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.
The Bard on the Hill 