Maybe Winter is Tired - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

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Maybe Winter is Tired

 

And taking a break for a few sunny days

Icicles have dripped and dropped away to earth

Merry breezes breathe away dawn’s drifting haze

A warm front soon after the new year’s birth

 

But even now the north drops down in greys

The shifting wind blows dark, decaying leaves

Away to prep for tomorrow’s icy glaze

As the wilding weather bobs and weaves

 

The paling sun drops coldly in the west -

False spring in its own turn now takes a rest

This is the Church House, This is the Steeple - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

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This is the Church House, This is the Steeple

 

This is the church house

This is the steeple

Open the doors

And see all the…rioters, ICE, podcasters, snoops, gossips, busybodies, stirrers, activists, influencers, selfie-istas, agitators, provocateurs, disruptors, boors, instigators, trespassers, hecklers, hooligans, gorms, dips, loonies, stooges, vandals, protestors, patsies, and puppets

 

(One hopes they left a few coins in the poor box)

"A Republic, Madam, If You Can Keep It" - doggerel

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love

Home - Hello Poetry

 

“A Republic, Madam, if You Can Keep It”

 

-attributed to Ben Frankling and many others

 

Americans, please take time for reflection -

While watching the rioting we might take note

That in the last presidential election

35% of the people did not bother to vote

 

How Many People Didn’t Vote in the 2024 Election? | National News | U.S. News

Where We Grew Up is not Where We Are - against ICE

  

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love

Home - Hello Poetry

 

Where We Grew Up is not Where We Are

 

Our fathers strong, home from Europe and the Pacific

Worked confidently at building a peaceful America

Lean, weathered, war-weary men in chambray shirts

Who sweated to make their crops and cattle grow

 

But the feed store shut up shop in the 60s

The gas station pushes eight-liners and vapes

The old picture show where John Wayne rode

Is now a missionary Christian fellowship or something

 

The drugstore with the best comic books burned long ago

Once-busy sidewalks are mostly weeds and grass

Our favorite rocker on the A.M. radio

Has long since been Forest Lawned in bronze

 

Our fathers are buried, and on the palantir

A man in an SS coat orders us to report each other

Antibiotic-Go-'Round - doggerel

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love

Home - Hello Poetry

 

Antibiotic-Go-‘Round

 

The dermatologist cut away part of my ear

          Truth!

The maxillo-facial surgeon cut out my impacted

          Tooth!

They negotiate now which antibiotic to use

To void the chances of infection or bruise

 

“Gentlemen,” I say,

 

“Weigh each certainty against a doubt

But both the original ear and tooth are out!”

Hecho en China - poem

  

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love

Home - Hello Poetry

 

Hecho en China

 

New hiking shoes from Wal-Mart say what?

They say, “Cubierta de Cuero y Sintetico”

 

Does that mean

“Made by Prisoner X7741?”

Or

“Made of Prisoner X7741?”

January - Soup and Peace for All - poem

 Lawrence Hall

mhall46184@aol.com

January – Soup and Peace for All

 

As the winter winds flail, soup on the stove

Blessing the kitchen with all its summery scents

An all-morning bouquet of comfort and peace

Simmering against the grey and dreary cold

 

Sleet rattles against the window panes

Sharp ice metastasizes on the skeletal trees

But inside we ladle up happiness and love

With Momma’s prayers over each comforting bowl

 

Veggies and beef – could I have a little more, please?

As the old gag goes, visualize whirled peas!