The World's Fresh Ornaments - poem

 

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

The Word’s Fresh Ornaments

 

Cf. Shakespeare, Sonnet 1

 

The world’s fresh ornaments – children at play

In a springtime glow of iridescent greens

A sweet Creation scene of little bare feet

And puppies’ paws scampering across soft lawns

 

Bold pirate ships patrol the honeybees’ pool

And mockingbirds offer flights to the tops of the oaks

A line of waving crocus borders this Narnia

Oh, could there ever be a happier world?

 

The sun, the green, the bees, the endless day

The world’s fresh ornaments – children at play

Look at How Much Sevin (R) Insect Killer is NOT in the Container - two photographs

                                                       Brand-new container just now opened

Sevin (r) is good stuff, but while we admire the biologists and scientists who make gardening and food production possible, the alligator-shoe boys in marketing are not to be trusted.

 

Whistling Past the Graveyard - poem

 

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

Whistling Past the Graveyard

 

No one whistles past a graveyard now

Not with the radio on and the windows up

Though in our barefoot childhood long ago

Walking home alone at dusk – we whistled

 

But there is no need to whistle now

The cemetery is not a place of spooks and haints

But of those childhood friends with whom we walked

Past our ancestors to the swimming hole

 

No one whistles past a graveyard now

Because those whom we love are silent there

Years on the Night Shift - couplet

 

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

Years on the Night Shift

 

Today’s student loans need not be met

How privileged of me – I paid my debt

Gardening with Happy Bees - poem

 

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

Gardening with Happy Bees

 

                …for so work the honey-bees,

Creatures that by a rule in nature teach

The act of order to a peopled kingdom

 

-Henry V, I.ii.87-89

 

A bumblebee hovers in front of my face

No hostility; it’s simply greeting me

As I putter from pot to place to pot again

Messing contentedly with seedlings and soil

 

But honeybees race around me in formation

No hostility; they’re ignoring me

They speed from water to flower to hive and back –

After all, every flower needs a little love (wink)

 

Blessed spring hovers softly everywhere

As bee-sy bees sing their sweetest airs

The InterGossip is a Content Cop - poem

 

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

The InterGossip is a Content Cop

 

Number Six: I have a choice?

Number Two: Of course. You can do as you want.

Number Six: As long as it's what you want.

Number Two: As long as it is what the majority wants.

 

-The Prisoner

 

The InterGossip is a content cop holding up her hand

Half in my face, half-way to a Fascist salute

Forbidding me to read or study any further

Without pledging loyalty to a community

 

The InterGossip is a content cop holding up her hand

 

If I want to keep reading, I must subscribe

The cost is access to my information…information…information

“You have read five of five free stories this month”

Which is their way of saying, “Your papers, comrade”

 

The InterGossip is a content cop holding up her hand

 

And if sometimes my words violate the standards

Of communities I never joined – white space

 

The InterGossip is a content cop holding up her hand

There's Nothing Old to Write About the Moon - quatrain

 

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

There’s Nothing Old to Write About the Moon

 

The newest moon – it blessed us tonight

A sharp bright crescent within a rim-glowing orb

Following the sun’s afterglow deep into the west

Ornamented with a frosting of stars