Dennis Lange

Dennis Lange Poems

The wind may roar; the wind may shriek,
In passing trees - a rustle.
But 'tis the sweetest sound I seek,
Wind flexing music's muscle.
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We better our beginnings or we fail.
Though lads are lads within womb's earliest,
Takes more to make a man than being male.
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The sounds repeated please the soul -
We love the falling rain
That softly pitters on the porch
And patters on the pane.
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Blue is the sky since summer's dry,
And seared and gold the field.
Green is the tractor rumbling through
To reap it of its yield.
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I've had my share of trouble - death and woe
(Perhaps it never came like blizzard's snow) ,
But I would wake at times to find ground white:
A blanket, even drifts, fell in the night.
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The long, gray winter's cold we bear
With caps and coats our daily wear;
In patience, face the wailing wind
And waves of snow that never end -
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As I was walking, deep in thought,
I saw a penny on the ground.
I stooped to pick the copper up;
Erect, the thought could not be found.
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Grow, little love, from a match that's lit;
Leap upward, love, or grow bit by bit.
Flame like the logs in a fireplace roar,
Or steady burn like a coal's hot core.
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Three days ago, the falling rain
Gave life to limb and root.
And now the sage bursts forth in song,
Enriched by liquid loot.
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In spring, the last of winter's cold
Rolls south across the Plains,
And often with that marching front,
There is a line of rains.
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How could she love me like the wind -
So touch my face, and make it bend
To her, and then soon disappear
On backs of white-tailed leaping deer?
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I am a plain and simple man.
I'll tell you simply, if I can,
And tell you plainly so you'll know
How the plain and simple go.
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When trouble tills our garden with a woe,
And rakes to rubbled ruin this earthly life,
It gives us no escape, no place to go,
And never asks permission for the strife.
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I picked a penny up today;
It lay there on the ground
As if it were a fallen moon,
As bright and just as round.
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When my gallbladder had the gall
To kick up trouble after all
The time we'd spent in harmony,
Like precise parts of symphony,
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The circle widens as a man grows wise.
He comes to know what lies beyond the veil.
The world is wider than the ears and eyes.
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He walked, a stick, both lean and tall
The streets, both night and day,
Disturbed by demons, not by tasks,
That wouldn't go away.
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The rain falls on the hill above,
And some runs through my yard,
Across my driveway, and then down
The sloped road, rushing hard.
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I could not paint a butterfly
If pinned and still as stone.
But I see in that palette's tints
A talent near unknown.
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In Texas in the sixties, there were many counties dry.
Morality was voted in; morality was high,
And alcohol was still a scourge kin to bubonic plague.
So folks dammed up their counties like the Dutch dammed up the Hague.
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The Best Poem Of Dennis Lange

The Melody Of The Wind

The wind may roar; the wind may shriek,
In passing trees - a rustle.
But 'tis the sweetest sound I seek,
Wind flexing music's muscle.

The wind may moan or it may howl
In nights of stormy weather.
But I don't want wind on the prowl,
But tame, as on a tether.

I want wind playing on the cords
That on my porch are hanging,
To make sweet music there, with chords,
And set my chimes a'clanging.

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Being politically correct is a vain attempt at self-righteousness by letting others see how right you are.

Man does not have the sense God gave him because man has deserted God.

Abortion is when motherhood turns to murderhood.

Spring fever turns some into blooming idiots.

A cemetery of Christians is the land of the rising sons.

When the going gets tough, the marshmallows can't take it.

Today, when Mr. Smith goes to Washington, it's never boy scout Jimmy Stewart. It's always pirate Johnny Depp.

God will not raise the minimum wage for sin and neither will He lower it. (Rom.6: 23; Rev.21: 8)

Long lines make fast food slow.

Atheism is a temporary condition for which there will be a permanent cure.

Too many of us are just running out the clock when we don't even know what the score is.

Error, when faced by the truth, is a candle blown by a hurricane.

A slut is a person with raging whoremones.

False doctrines within Christendom are based upon a patchwork of verses sown together by the threads of abuse.

An unexamined life will not pass the final exam on Judgment Day.

Poetry is the opera of literature.

To a Christian, death is surgery to remove the cancer of the world.

Some people are frequent flyers while others are frequent liars.

The foundation of a false stance is false arguments.

Dictators collect the wealth instead of spreading it, even when they're communists.

Some might think it isn't politically correct these days to call a spade a spade and call a hoe a hoe.

The main difference between communism and socialism is that communism is the uglier of the twins.

Life here on earth is our first opportunity to serve God. Failing that, there is no second.

Murdering another human being is not made wrong by passing a law against it. We pass a law against it because it is wrong.

Most people are mere leaves floating down the river of Time until they are drowned in the ocean of Eternity.

Common sense is so uncommon it ought to be called rare sense.

Facing a difficulty, we might think we cannot handle it. In the midst of the difficulty, we discover that we can.

Sometimes it's better to let food go to waste than to let food go to waist.

Each is independent, but together interdependent. And all are dependent upon God.

It's difficult for the aged who know they know to be patient, and not cry or laugh at the youth who think they know.

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