About a Question Pontius Pilatus asks of Himself - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

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About a Question Pontius Pilatus asks of Himself

 

The epistemology of epistemology

Folds back on itself with a supplemental twist

To lose itself for the first time again

As a collapsed inflation of nothingness

 

Artificial ignorance regards a void

Densely vacuumed in heavy light

And pronounces it the truth of lies

A dragon-bridge crossing nothing at all

 

It’s on the InterGossip; it must be true

Existence voided in a nonexistential coup

Lunch with my Daughter - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

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Lunch with My Daughter

 

If Cinderella had been an attorney

The Ellis County Courthouse would have been her castle

A little stone Babel of balconies and turrets

Swimming up to a Southwest Airlines jet

 

We sat at an outdoor table across the street

A small café’ - Butter & Grace – The Mini

Which we renamed Beurre & Grace – Le Mini

And savoured a light lunch and the cool spring day

 

We savoured music, lunch, a busy street

And watched the peoples of Texas en paseo

The Modern Science of Imprisoned Sound - short poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

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

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The Modern Science of Imprisoned Sound

 

If thousands boo the vice-president

And NBC filters them out

Is there a sound?

The 1970s, When Lapels Roamed Wild - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

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

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The 1970s – When Lapels Roamed Wild

 

In the 1970s’ men’s lapels grew wider and wider

And men’s neckties grew wider and wider

And men’ sideburns grew wider and wider

And they all got so wide that they blew away

 

(Poof!)

 

And haven’t been seen since

And in the Darkness Bind Them - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

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

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And in the Darkness Bind Them

 

-from the ring-verse in Lord of the Rings

 

I.

 

I should pity a certain poor old man

But he has established for us concentration camps

Where pity is forbidden

 

II.

 

                          And why is Jeffrey Epstein’s ghost

Our fourth branch of government?

A Night Prayer for You - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

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A Night Prayer for You

 

Thank you

 

For the prayers you offered over your first cuppa

For the breakfast you made for yourself and others

For singing along with the radio on your way to work

For wearing your seatbelt and stopping at the lights

 

Thank you

 

For going to work in the heat or the dust or the snow

For tipping the overworked server at a hurried lunch

For the jokes that made the workday better for all

For minding your tongue when the boss said something stupid

          (something really stupid)

 

Thank you

 

For the verse you wrote, the words you read

For your little children whom you tucked into bed

 

Thank you –

 

You made the world a better place today

My Preferred Verb and Adverb

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

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

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My Preferred Verb and Adverb

  

Grow up.

 

In other contexts “up” can be a preposition or adjective, but in “grow up” it is an adverb. As Pontius Pilate said, “what I have written I have written.”