Wednesday, November 11, 2026

"Now, Soldiers, March Away" - a poem about Veterans' Day

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

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

Home – Hello Poetry

 

“Now, Soldiers, March Away”

 

Veterans’ Day in a Fading Town

 

 

                            Now, soldiers, march away:

And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day!

 

-Henry V, III.iv.131-132

 

 

A shuffle now, rather than a march

Between curving ranks of folding chairs

Positioned by students on the old gym floor

While the high school band played the old hymns of war

 

A real lieutenant-colonel with a smooth-shaven head

Costumed in an old tree-suit that needed a wash

Mumbled into a broken microphone

Accepted his plaque, and ambled away

 

The children were nice, the veterans were old

Fewer children, fewer veterans every year

 

                            Now, soldiers, march away

Tuesday, November 10, 2026

A Thought for Veterans' Day - short 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

 

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

A Signature Hamburger (iconic, farm-fresh, and flying off the shelves) - sort 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

 

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

Sunday, November 8, 2026

"What Has it Got in its Pocketses?" - very short 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

 

“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?


Saturday, November 7, 2026

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

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

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

Home – Hello Poetry

 

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

They Came Home Long Enough to Take Mama's Car Keys - 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

 

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

 


Thursday, November 5, 2026

Our Lives Whispered in the Wind - brief autumn 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

 

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

"Now, Soldiers, March Away" - a poem about Veterans' Day

  Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com Dispatches for the Colonial Office LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim’s Journal of Life, Literature an...