Saturday, July 13, 2024

Beowulf Visits the Dentist - a bit of fun, maybe a bite of fun

 

 

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

Beowulf Visits the Dentist

Arise from the nitrous oxide

From the somnolence, dreams, and pain

With forge-hammered teeth

And then go out

Go out and bite something

 

 

(Trying for the Anglo-Saxon four-beat line)

Friday, July 12, 2024

Is That IPhone Surgically Attached to You? - poem

  

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

 

“Is That IPhone Surgically Attached to you?”

 

 

“Is that thing surgically attached to you?” the teacher sighed.

 

“You can’t talk to me like that!” the MePhone replied.

Ford vs Chevy - poem

 

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

Ford vs Chevy

 

In an era where everything was either Ford or Chevy

I was an MG roadster

Unreliable

But lots of fun

Thursday, July 11, 2024

Their Ephemeral Temples Look Much the Same - poem

 

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

Their Ephemeral Temples Look Much the Same

 

Their ephemeral temples look much the same

In a semi-circle the faithful sit or stand

And turn their eager faces to an altar flood-lit

To be magicked by their leaders and gods

 

They wave their arms in ecstasy and awe

As lantern-slides of flags and martyred heroes

Ripple as electronic waves beamed into their eyes

Commanding free obedience through spontaneous scripts

 

At dawn

 

Contractors will tear away the plywood and paint

Take down the plastic statues and columns

The recordings of programmed emotions

And heave them into the beds of rented trucks

 

Preaching or politics, or some other game:

Their ephemeral temples look much the same

How is Your Adventure So Far? - poem

 

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

How is Your Adventure So Far?

 

Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

 

-Mary Oliver, “The Summer Day”

 

Even if you are looking up at an I.V. drip

Instead of green leaves and a summer sky

Your adventure is not nearly at an end

Not even in this life – and the next life, wow!

 

Your childhood joys have never slipped away

That cheesy 45 rpm that graced your first dance

Has not come to the end of its groovy grooves

You’ve still got the happiness, the moves

 

Your first job, boot camp, university

Riding a big red bus ‘round Piccadilly Circus

Drinking from your canteen on a mountain top

Your first kiss, that evening in Rome – there’s more to come!

 

Your first car is still parked in the driveway

Waiting to take you where you always meant to go

Sunday, July 7, 2024

Aeolian Wisdom - poem

  Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com Dispatches for the Colonial Office   Aeolian Wisdom   When I was taking my ‘versity courses ...