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
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
Lawrence
Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love
An Appeal to Old
Men Who Wear Knee-Shortsies in Public
From one old man to another
Oh, yeah; the chicks will dig your hairy cankles
Your desperate desire for youth and cool
Your wrinkly stick legs from your thighs to your ankles
Please
Pappy, put your pants on you look a right fool
Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim’s Journal of Life, Literature and Love
Don’t Bring Your Humans When You Visit
Really. Don’t bring your humans when you visit
Yes, I love humans, and I know that your humans are special
But when they burble “pupsies,” “cutest-wutest,” and “most-preciousist”
I want to rip their lungs out and devour them
(says a chihuahua)
A dog would never say “kissie-wissie num-num”
And not be driven forever from the pack
And as for babbling “wouldn’t hurt a fly”
Just how incredibly stupid is that!
And a dog would never, ever **** on the floor
Except when thoughtless humans don’t open the door
Dogs don’t lock humans in cages to die
Of starvation and loneliness and thirst
And dogs don’t drag their humans into other humans’ dens
Without any preparation, and turn them loose
Uninvited, unwanted, frightened and confused
To make a chaos of other humans’ daily routines
When humans force dogs into an unfamiliar cave
It’s not the dogs who should learn to behave!
