Lawrence Hall, HSG
Is There no Sulky
Gas?
To the dentist this morning but woe and alas
Only a cleaning - no laughing gas!
Ha, ha, ha!
Monday, April 1, 2024
Is There No Sulky Gas? - doggerel
Time Will Play the Tyrant - poem
Lawrence Hall, HSG
Time Will Play the Tyrant
Cf. Shakespeare, Sonnet 5
Time need not play the
tyrant; we have tyrants enough
But it is true that we
must go away
When time and God say we
have played our game
And must withdraw into
another world
We sneak past time with
our words and songs
Arcing over mortality with
truth
Distilling each day into poetry
That lives long after our hearts
and hands are stilled
Time need not play the
tyrant, for tyrants only bluff
And their poor poisons
with their masters die
Saturday, March 30, 2024
Look in Thy Glass - poem
Lawrence Hall, HSG
Look in Thy Glass
Cf. Shakespeare, Sonnet 3
I look in the mirror and
ask, “Who is that old man?”
They said I favored my
mother when I was young
Red hair and freckles, and
an impish grin
But later they said I had
to become a man
She had her April, and
then so did I
And there are Aprils
enough for everyone
They are not my Aprils,
but they will do
Every April reflects our
youth back to us
I look in the mirror and ask, “Who is that old man?”
I miss my mother
Friday, March 29, 2024
Battle Stations Aboard the Bismarck - poem
Lawrence Hall, HSG
Battle Stations Aboard the Bismarck
When general quarters
sounded that morning in May
Did a seventeen-year-old apprentice
cook
Rushing to his topside
battle station
But remembering the chief’s
daily admonitions
And the way his mother
kept her kitchen clean
Notice on a galley table a
speck of dust
And pause to brush it away
When general quarters sounded that morning in May
A Tattered Weed - poem
Lawrence Hall, HSG
A Tattered Weed
Cf. Shakespeare, Sonnet 2
Scene i: a lawn chair beneath a shady oak
Okay, sure, sometimes I feel like a tattered weed
After my morning’s work, creaking into my chair
And reaching for my iced tea and a book
Sipping on both for a vision of youth
My Hercule Poirot body is made almost young again
By strolling through Arden with Rosalind and Orlando
(Only for a while; they would much rather be alone…)
And then the iced tea tells me of Ceylon
Okay, sure, sometimes I feel like a tattered weed
But sometimes - forever young
Thursday, March 28, 2024
The World's Fresh Ornaments - poem
Lawrence Hall, HSG
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
Tuesday, March 26, 2024
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.
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