Dennis Lange


Dennis Lange Poems

41. Mood/Made/Flow/Forged 2/13/2016
42. And I Don't Miss Them 2/20/2016
43. Standing The Watch 2/27/2016
44. Last Freeze 3/12/2016
45. Sonnet 5 - The Conqueror 3/19/2016
46. To Be The Treasure 4/9/2016
47. Fourth Of July In Calcutta 4/16/2016
48. Near Miss 4/30/2016
49. The Morning Swarming 5/7/2016
50. I've Had My Share 5/14/2016
51. If Sandburg's Cat Were Mine 5/21/2016
52. Exuberance Of Youth 5/28/2016
53. In The Season Of The Battle 6/4/2016
54. The Leucospermum 6/11/2016
55. The Mark 6/18/2016
56. Spring Never Comes 6/25/2016
57. I Fly The Flag 7/2/2016
58. To The Cowardly Murderer 7/9/2016
59. September Front 7/23/2016
60. Sonnet 41 - Treats 7/30/2016
61. Wisdom Passed Down 8/13/2016
62. September Snow 8/20/2016
63. Both God And Man 8/27/2016
64. No Shadow Moving, None At All 9/10/2016
65. The Emperor Poem 9/17/2016
66. The Ice Cream Poem 9/24/2016
67. A Route Away From Ruts 10/1/2016
68. Ambience 10/8/2016
69. Ten Minutes To Live 10/22/2016
70. The Lady Of Fashion 10/29/2016
71. The Window Seat 11/5/2016
72. A Beauty Far 11/12/2016
73. Cold Hurts 11/19/2016
74. The Closest To The True 11/26/2016
75. The Growth Of Love 12/3/2016
76. My Salad Days 12/10/2016
77. The Little House In The Pane 12/17/2016
78. Sonnet 28 - All Men At Heart Are Insecure 1/1/2017
79. Sonnet 29 - Loving Without First Being Loved 1/9/2017
80. The Silver Sea 1/22/2017
Best Poem of Dennis Lange

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.

Perhaps it is the heart of man,
The pulsing in the vein,
That whispers sweetly, whispers for
A whispered back refrain.

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A Lost Love

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?

As quickly as a norther blows
O'er prairie land, and never slows,
And ripples wheat like ocean waves,
She stirred my soul; she made me slave

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