I Will Not Compare You to a Summer's Day - poem

 

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

I Will Not Compare You to a Summer’s Day

 

Cf. Shakespeare, Sonnet 18

 

I will not compare you to a summer’s day

Summer is heat, humidity, and drought

A disapproving sun burning the earth

A dusty, weedy landscape fit only for snakes

 

Instead, you are a perfect autumn day

A day of good old sweaters and leafy walks

Invigorating winds all fresh from the north

And inside, cups of cocoa and a merry fire

 

I will not compare you to a summer’s day

Your autumn is far more lovely and temperate

Time is not a Bloody Tyrant - poem

  

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

Time is not a Bloody Tyrant

 

Cf. Shakespeare, Sonnet 16

 

Time cannot be a tyrant; it is but a created thing

Like bluebonnets, butterflies, and bumblebees

Painted with pencil or pen by a Hand divine

And set in place as a measure of being

 

Time cannot be our enemy; we live along it

And like the ground it stabilizes us in place

And like our eyes it gives us vision to see

Each other in our Spirited nobility

 

Life is not what we take nor what is taken

But what we bring -

Time cannot be a tyrant; it is but a created thing

A Dollar Box of Crayolas - poem

 

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

A Dollar Box of Crayolas®™

 

I wanted the biggest box of Crayolas

I had to have the biggest box of Crayolas

I could build worlds with the biggest box of Crayolas

I needed that biggest box of Crayolas!

 

But the wise voice of situational poverty spoke:

“I am not spending a dollar on a box of Crayolas.”

 

The biggest box of Crayolas is now about four dollars

Allowing for inflation, much cheaper than in ‘55

I should go buy the biggest box of Crayolas

Maybe I can find a Big Chief Tablet®™ to go with it

On the Happy Occasion of Completing a Wordle in Two Lines - a pastiche of Shelley

  

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

On the Happy Occasion of Completing a Wordle in Two Lines

 

(Scribbled with a little help from Shelley)

 

Look upon my Verbs, ye Mighty, and despair!

No more lines remain. Round the decay

Of my online Competition, of vocabulary bare

The lone and level squares stretch far away

A Lucky Dachshund's Foot - doggerel (with a real dog)

 

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

A Lucky Dachshund’s Foot

 

Luna-Dog sat with a stick in her jaws

The sort of thing a little dachshund gnaws

(chewing everything is one of a puppy’s laws)

But a look in her eyes gave me some pause –

 

It wasn’t a stick; it was one of a bunny’s paws!

 

Yuck.

 

Time for church.

 

-The End-

Methinks I Have Astronomy - poem

 

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

Methinks I Have Astronomy

 

Cf. Shakespeare, Sonnet 14

 

Monday, 8 April 2024

 

Methinks I have astronomy; it must be so:

Today the moon eclipsed the jovial sun

And through the clouds and rain a darkness ruled

But with my little car’s headlights I backed it down

 

Forswearing lenses I watched the world instead

The springtime greens darkening almost to grey

And boiling clouds darkening almost to black

And from the thunder rain wreaking rivulets

 

Methinks I have astronomy; it must be so:

I see beyond this darkness your eternal glow

But Who Else Could You Be? - poem

 

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

But Who Else Could You Be?

 

Cf. Shakespeare, Sonnet 13

 

O that I were myself? Of course I am

Who else could I possibly want to be?

No one rocks a morning mirror like me

(and probably no one wants to do so)

 

My beloved mother said I was special

(I think that was a compliment – maybe?)

And you’re pretty nifty yourself, you know -

I like the cut of your metaphorical jib

 

And we are ourselves, of course we are -

Eccentrics together, following a star!