Turning Over Parts of Poems with a Golden Shovel - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

Turning Over Parts of Poems with a Golden Shovel

 

A golden shovel poem                        well, okay, maybe

Or maybe it’s like                              digging up a friend

Rearranging his bits                          rearranging his bones

And exclaiming                                  I have built a new body!

 

Maybe

 

A pile of bones there                          a pile of bones here

Another pile of bones                        a golden shovel

Ars per ars                                        gizzards and gristle

The gravedigger wants                       his shovel back

Her Delicate Wit and Charm - mildly amusing doggerel

 

Lawrence Hall

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Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

Her Delicate Wit and Charm

 

Her conversation and her charming intellect

Delight not like champagne in tingling sips

Bringing forth knowledge, subtle and circumspect –

But rather like Lady Macbeth exercising her whips

Going to Concrete Floor Space Hungry - bitter and artless doggerel

Lawrence Hall

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Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

                                Going to Concrete Floor Space Hungry

         

Our masters couched in swollen luxury

Are flown in government craft to their private pleasures

While American workers wait in soup line misery

Or sleep on floors because the planes never come

 

We are the abandoned over whom they fly

Sending acronyms to beat us and demand our papers

Those uberklasse gauleiters of the sky -

More champagne, please! Such Great Gatsby capers!

 

Some call them morons, but they’re as smart as can be

It’s just that they don’t give a (bitcoin) for the likes of you and me

A Proposed Coda to the Rite of Baptism

  

Lawrence Hall

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Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

A Proposed Coda to the Rite of Baptism

 

Priest, parents, and godparents say to the child after the blessing:

 

“This is your life, kid – it might sting a little.”

She Sings to Us - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

She Sings to Us

 

Far away she sings

Lady Moon sings to us both

Her soft, silver songs

Walk-In Shower Quotes - it started with an advertisement

  

Lawrence Hall

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Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

Walk-In Shower Quotes

 

 

An advertisement

 

 

“Good morning, shower; how are you today?”

 

“Fine, dear human; ready for a cleansing spray?”

The Jordan and the Chao Praya - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

The Jordan and the Chao Praya

 

Rivers of healing

Upon which we send our prayers

And hopes: Loy Kathrong