Dennis Lange


Dennis Lange Poems

1. Could I Love You? 1/25/2013
2. My Love And Your Love (A Song Poem) 2/4/2013
3. The Broken-Hearted 2/11/2013
4. The Workshop 2/20/2013
5. What Tender Touch? 3/9/2013
6. You And I 3/16/2013
7. It's My Vocabulary, Stupid! 4/13/2013
8. The Poet's Prayer 4/19/2013
9. Some Spring Day 5/5/2013
10. Sonnet 44 - Life Goes On 4/24/2014
11. This River 5/31/2014
12. Graveside 6/7/2014
13. Beached 6/14/2014
14. The Touring Tour De Force 11/1/2014
15. The County Line 11/8/2014
16. Sonnet 36 - I 11/17/2014
17. A Rainstorm 2/1/2015
18. Railway To Freedom 4/25/2015
19. Falling From The Heights 5/2/2015
20. Arrayed, The Belle Appears 5/9/2015
21. The Wind Invisible 5/16/2015
22. Under A Spreading Tree 5/30/2015
23. Excellence In Dining 6/6/2015
24. It Reigns 6/13/2015
25. A Brightness 6/20/2015
26. Sonnet 77 - Sin Is A Reproach To Any People 6/29/2015
27. The Hurricane 7/4/2015
28. The San Francisco Hills 7/11/2015
29. From Womb To Womb 7/26/2014
30. Sonnet 9 - Menard, Texas; January 27,2012; 7: 30 A.M. 8/2/2014
31. Vestige 8/9/2014
32. Dr. Zhivago's Muse 8/16/2014
33. The Creek Below 8/23/2014
34. Life 9/1/2014
35. Upon The Far Horizon, Day 9/6/2014
36. The Star Of The Night 9/13/2014
37. Difficult Problems 9/20/2014
38. Sweet And Sour Hope 9/27/2014
39. Confederate Graves 10/12/2014
40. August In Texas 7/25/2015

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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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Alliteration

The sounds repeated please the soul -
We love the falling rain
That softly pitters on the porch
And patters on the pane.

Alliteration fills our ears,
Like trilling r's in Spain,
Like opera singers singing scales
Of la la's in a chain.

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