Dennis Lange Poems

Our fate is sealed; gone is the rule of law.
The court has taken on itself a role
Of changing words to legislate; its claw
So proud in reason as it takes control.
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In the softness of the morning
When the sun is barely dawning
And the vigor of the day is like a youth,
There is scarcely any stirring,
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The San Francisco Hills are, day by day,
A mystery that never goes away.
Some need a revelation so they'll know
Why they put on the purest iv'ry show.
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You know,
I'm not ill iterate, you know;
Just sick of school, you fool.
I read a book, you know, but WHOA!
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Like oaks bow down before the wind,
I come with bended knee:
Almighty God, source of my strength,
Here's all I ask of Thee -
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One by one, we're planted in
Our cemetery plots,
By careful hands and quaking hearts -
Beloved forget-me-nots.
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God gave the spark to start this spinning world:
By saying, 'Let it be', the world became.
His Son sustains it so it's still unfurled -
Or, like old cloth, He'd roll it up and flame.
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Remember when my hair was black,
And we were young and gay,
And on this river we set forth
To spend a summer's day?
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Our fancies fly unfettered in our youth
Until pulled back to earth by stubborn truth.
And thus, some youthful dreams ne'er pass the swale
And end, beached on the sand like troubled whale.
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