Lawrence Hall, HSG
We Are Offered Two Candidates for the Presidency
I am afraid that one of them will win
Sunday, October 6, 2024
We Are Offered Two Candidates for the Presidency - not nearly a poem (but then not nearly a valid choice)
Friday, October 4, 2024
Falling Into Truth - poem
Lawrence Hall, HSG
Falling Into Truth
The fall of October’s leaves is nothing new
Except that it is – this leaf never fell before
And we were never here to watch this leaf
Because we and the leaf were somewhere else
Except that we were, we are, we will be
A little leaf, each of us, springtime-new
Then dancing merrily the summer through
Now floating gently into a winter’s sleep
A coverlet soft, a hymn, a night-light moon
Sleep - sleep – another spring is coming soon
Thursday, October 3, 2024
WE ARE AMERICANS! We Buy Toilet Paper and Fight! Fight! Fight! - a sort-of poem
Lawrence Hall, HSG
Dock Workers’ Strike – BUY TOILET PAPER!
WE ARE AMERICANS!
Whenever threatened by
enemies furry or domestic
By hurricanes, tornadoes,
earthquakes, storms
By shortages of food, water,
and electric power
By aliens stalking us and
eating our cats
By famine, fire,
dispossession, revolution
WE BUY TOILET PAPER! WE ARE
AMERICANS!
We are armed with our AK-16s
and AR – 47s
Uniformed in our Wal-Mart
camo from China
Size 89XXXXL-Lard-ass
And we will by God stand
together as ONE -
And fight each other to the
death for toilet paper!
Oh, and do you know Jesus?
Saturday, September 28, 2024
His Check Engine Light is On - a weak excuse for a poem but there's a nice fresh metaphor
Lawrence Hall, HSG
His Check Engine Light is On
He came by today, a friend from long ago
“I haven’t seen you in a hamster’s age.”
“Yep, too long.”
“How ya doin’?”
“Good enough for government service.”
“Wanna beer?
“Thought you’d never ask.”
“Kids all doin’ good?”
“Yeah; real proud of ‘em. All grown and gone. Yours?”
“Oh, yeah, doin’ doin’ just fine.”
“Heard you was in th’ hospital last year.”
“Yep, made almost about three months of of it.”
“Too much fun.”
“Yep.”
“At our age…”
“Yep.”
“Kids these days.”
“Yep.”
“You okay now?”
“Better’n I deserve. You?”
“Well, you know, my Check Engine light’s on.”
Fresh metaphors are scarcer than crocodile feathers. Thanks, Chris.
Meditation and Merriment in Early Autumn - poem
Lawrence Hall, HSG
Meditation and Merriment in Early Autumn
We cannot stay
young and strong for long -
Both of us have
grey hair at the temples
-Du Fu, “To the Recluse Wei the
Eighth”
After summer rains the earth
is still green
In the cooling breeze oak
leaves dance happily
Old lawn chairs are the humble
chairs of poets
Old lawn chairs are the
glorious thrones of kings
The seasons remind us of our
mortality
We sit and ponder the
mysteries of change
We will die, to be replaced
by other poets
Who will sit and ponder the
mysteries of change
And still, whatever these deep
thoughts betoken -
I need to mow, but the lawn
mower is broken
Three Hundred
Tang Poems
Translated
by Peter Harris
London:
Everyman’s Library Pocket Poets, 2009
The Cosmic Inertia of a Six-Pound Dachshund - short poem
Lawrence Hall, HSG
The Cosmic Inertia of a Six-Pound Dachshund
Why is the resistance factor
In shifting a six-pound dachshund
Who does not want to be shifted
Greater than that of tons of iron?
An All-You-Can-Eat Buffet of Summer Bugs poem
Lawrence Hall, HSG
An All-You-Can-Eat Buffet of Summer Bugs
(He was small in the spring)
When a tree frog moves up in the world
He becomes a fashionable window frog
No longer the pain of a rough tree bark life
But rather the pane of easy living
(He grew larger during the summer)
My bedroom window is his buffet
An all-he-can-eat buffet of bugs
Delicious summer bugs shared around
With an uncommon house gecko of style
(He’s really big now)
I look out at a hungry tree frog, you see
But now – is he looking hungrily in at me?
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