Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia
Magazine – A Pilgrim’s Journal of Life, Literature and Love
A Thought for Veterans’ Day
As
I drive to the annual memorial
Where
people will thank me for my service
And
then chant “USA! USA! USA!
While clinching their fists of freedom
in the air
I
hope the ICE don’t arrest me
Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia
Magazine – A Pilgrim’s Journal of Life, Literature and Love
A Signature Hamburger
(iconic, farm-fresh, and flying off the shelves)
What exactly is a signature hamburger?
One imagines the difficulty of the chef
Signing her name on the cheesy chopped beef
With a Sharpie blessed by Martha Stewart
Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim’s Journal of Life, Literature and Love
“What Has it Got in its Pocketses?”
-Gollum in The Hobbit
A little British Army pocketknife
(Without which a gentleman is not fully dressed)
A pen
A little notebook
Oh, and a volume of Keats - magic indeed!
What about you?
Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia
Magazine – A Pilgrim’s Journal of Life, Literature and Love
The Bright Light Free Will Four Square Full Gospel
Missionary Temple of the Lord Jesus Christ of the Lamb the Reverend Doctor
Master Bishop Billy Bob Hairdo and His Worshipful Lady Apostle Tyffanye
a-Brangin’ Messages
…interrupted
my peaceful Saturday morning
To brang me
Messages
“The evil
one rules this world!” proclaimed the Reverend Doctor Master Bishop
“That’s
impossible,” I replied, “I know the Evil One;
I used to date her”
The Reverence Doctor Master Bishop
side-eyed His Worshipful Lady Apostle
Amen
Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim’s Journal of Life,
Literature and Love
They Came Home Long Enough to Take Mama’s Car Keys
In
fading Kodachrome, in girlish glee
She
poses with her birthday Volkswagen Bug
Rockin’
a shirtwaist dress and saddle shoes
Her
spirits as high as her bouffant hairdo
From
Elvis to the Beatles and beyond
And
then a series of suburban Fords
And
then the children left home – sometimes they ‘phone
And
then her husband died; still, there was a Ford
The
1950s are leaving the building
In confusion,
in fading Kodachrome
Lawrence
Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim’s Journal of Life, Literature and Love
Our Lives Whispered
in the Wind
It’s not at all original to say
(we’ve
heard it on the wind)
That wild geese in their far-flung flying vees
Are like autumn leaves, like years, winging away
Away, whispered away on an autumn breeze
Lawrence Hall
mhall46184@aol.com
A Certain Ancestor
Yes, sir,
When God made him
God broke the mold
Angrily
