Don't Phone Your Mom - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

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Don’t Phone Your Mom

 

US military may require some troops in Mideast to surrender cell phones, sources say

 

The Admiralissimo has ruled and rendered

That since our forces are low on ammunition

Our soldiers’ phones might soon be surrendered

Which will bring our victory to fruition

 

So fight without those unsupplied supplies

The Commies stole through your Apple phone

It’s medals for us officers when an enlisted dies

Now attack with just your testosterone!

 

No phone will record the truth the moment you splatter -

Thank you for your attention to this matter

Hearts and Minds and Books Open to the Autumn Air - 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

 

Hearts and Minds and Books Open to the Autumn Air

 

 

The Dreaming Water Towers of State University

 

                                     “ In the quad, where we lay our scene…”

                                 -As Shakespeare did not say

Math students whose favorite dessert was always pi

Engineering students with leather scabbards at their belts

Ready to charge into battle with their Kueffel and Essers

Against heretics who believed in “It’s close enough”

 

Historians who made the acorns drop

With their thunderous defenses of Pirenne 

And measured Turner’s western frontier thesis

Against the Czarist empire’s eastern lands

 

English majors (and maybe French lieutenants)

Free-versifiers arguing against disciplined meter

The next Rod Mckuen with his guitar

Biologists considering an ant’s nutritional needs

 

And hearts and minds and books, books everywhere -

All open to thought and the autumn air

 

 

 

It wasn’t that dreamy; I worked the night shift seven nights each week and often double shifts on the weekends in order to live and study, and so was constantly tired. But there were indeed golden moments…