Dennis Lange


Dennis Lange Poems

81. Cold Hurts 11/19/2016
82. The Closest To The True 11/26/2016
83. The Growth Of Love 12/3/2016
84. My Salad Days 12/10/2016
85. The Little House In The Pane 12/17/2016
86. Sonnet 28 - All Men At Heart Are Insecure 1/1/2017
87. The War Gave Birth To War 8/29/2015
88. Alzheimer's 9/7/2015
89. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 9/12/2015
90. All Disappear 9/19/2015
91. The Two Georges 9/26/2015
92. Sonnet 5 - The Conqueror 3/19/2016
93. To Be The Treasure 4/9/2016
94. Fourth Of July In Calcutta 4/16/2016
95. Near Miss 4/30/2016
96. The Morning Swarming 5/7/2016
97. The Silver Sea 1/22/2017
98. Sonnet 30 - Celebrity Politics 1/29/2017
99. Waiting For The Mail 2/12/2017
100. Upon Completion 2/26/2017
101. Weathering The Storms 3/5/2017
102. Buy The Truth And Sell It Not 3/12/2017
103. Nature's Dawn 4/2/2017
104. As You Live Is As You Die 4/9/2017
105. Sonnet 32 - Closed Minds 4/29/2017
106. The Wind And Rain Unusual 7/8/2017
107. The Rain Falls On The Hill Above 10/25/2014
108. A Stick 3/26/2013
109. The Divorce Is Final 12/4/2012
110. The Circle Widens 12/19/2012
111. Sonnet 2 - When Trouble Tills Our Garden 1/19/2013
112. Pretty Penny 10/4/2014
113. Sonnet 29 - Loving Without First Being Loved 1/9/2017
114. The Plain And Simple Man 10/18/2014
115. Last Freeze 3/12/2016
116. Front Page Of The Purple Sage 11/16/2012
117. A Lost Love 1/11/2013
118. The Rainy Day 7/19/2015
119. A Penny For Your Thoughts 2/19/2017
120. Grow Little Love 10/3/2015

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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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