Lawrence Hall, HSG
Still Listening to the Warm
Rod McKuen was the coolest of the cool
And now he’s not
Which makes him warmer than ever
On the pencil-marked pages of our youth
“Listen to the Warm” is still good advice
Saturday, November 23, 2024
Still Listening to the Warm - poem
Thursday, November 21, 2024
Politics and the Public Square - poem
Lawrence Hall, HSG
Politics and the
Public Square
Oh, yes, we know about the public square -
That’s where the Enlightenment works the guillotine
That’s where sensitive progressives murder Jews
And constitutionalists rubbish the Constitution
Oh, yes, we know about the public square -
That’s where those who kiss dictators deny the King
That’s where individualists join in mobs
And the last few children are hunted down and killed
Oh, yes, we know about the public square –
Where the screams of the dying poison the air
Wednesday, November 20, 2024
I'm Gonna Tell Santa Claus on You! - poem
Lawrence Hall, HSG
I’m Gonna Tell Santa Claus on You!
Nora and Theo
The children scamper across my grassy lawn
And bring me wiggly worms to identify
Big acorns to admire, lemons fallen weeks before
Sticks and leaves, pinecones, flowers, and bits of bark
They lose their shoes and socks beneath the oak
They drink from the water hose and don’t turn it off
They chase the dog and the dog chases them
They shriek out joyfully because they can
I growl that if I mow another bit of brick
I’m gonna tell ol’ Santa Claus on them
They laugh at me, and bring me another worm
When She Sold Her Old Ford Mustang - poem
Lawrence Hall, HSG
When She Sold Her
Old Ford Mustang
Y’all need some more coffee? I got some fresh
That car was my dream; had it since I was twenty
When I got married it was our honeymoon ride
When I got divorced it was all I had
After me and my baby got away from the beatings
Your breakfast okay? We got a new cook
We sometimes had to live in it, y’know?
So like I had to tell my son I’m selling it
I promised it to him for his graduation
That car was our life. But it ain’t safe
Did I tell you we got a new cook? He’s pretty good
I’m been waitin’ tables in this old café for years
Watchin’ the world go by on th’ highway
Schrodinger's Turtle - rhyming doggerel
Lawrence Hall, HSG
Schrodinger’s
Turtle
Don’t let a quantum mechanic work on your car
A cat on a fence post probably got there himself
And may be observed to be alive or dead
A turtle in a box is not on a shelf
“And I don’t know why,” the scientist said
“Meow,” the poor little cat cried out in dread
Dump Metaphors into the Mixmaster and Stir-Whir-into-a-Blur - poem (of a sort...)
Lawrence Hall, HSG
Dump ‘Em into the
Mixmaster and Stir-Whir-into-a Blur
Americans
iconic
cannot
icon
write
bombshell
without
axe to grind
employing
the knives are out
tiresome
gunning for
old
fwiw
metaphors
business-as-usual
Battleground states
Eye-watering
scores to settle
Cringe
Bloodthirsty
Guru
Meltdown
Woke
Wardrobe malfunction
Green light
Eviscerate
Breaks cover
Breaks silence
Jaw-dropping
Dump ‘em into the magical metaphorical Mixmaster® and
stir, stir, whirrrrr…
The Gates of Kiev are Smoke-Poisoned Skies - poem
Lawrence Hall, HSG
The Gates of Kiev are Smoke-Poisoned Skies
The Gates of Kiev are now only the skies
Drone-battered-bombed by the Siloviki
Against the peace of churches and sunflower fields
Workers and scholars and pastoral scenes
The Gates of Kiev once opened to all the world
Musicians, artists, builders, priests, and poets
Departed as missionaries to every land
Civilization from the Kievan Rus’
But now
The Gates of Kiev are smoke-poisoned skies
Through which foul Satan falls upon Slavic lands
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