Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
Each Kiss is a Distraction
While we weren’t watching
They might have declared war on Canada
We’d better check around
Thursday, February 13, 2025
Each Kiss is a Distraction - a poor attempt at a senryu
Watching the Rain Without You - poem
Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
Watching the Rain Without You
The rain is incomplete without you
If you were here we could sit on the couch
I’d put a Frank Sinatra on the machine
So he and the rain could sing to us
But especially to you
The rain is incomplete without you
If you were here we could lie on the floor
As I read the funny papers to you
And do you like good ol’ Charlie Brown?
But of course you do
The rain is incomplete without you
It misses you almost as much as I
Almost
Groovin' on Graveyards - a poem about the night shift
Lawrence
Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
The Graveyard Shift
At two in the
morning everything is old
The hours, the
work, the fluorescent lights
The air, the
night, flickering computer screens
Even the
freshly-made coffee in the break room
At two in the
morning everything is old
The way the
new guy snuffles his dripping nose
The cleaning
lady’s mop bucket and its rattling roll
The
snoopervisor’s totally fake good cheer
At two in the
morning everything is old
“You’ll love the
fellowship on graveyards,” I was told
A Penny Saved is a Worthless Zinc Disc Gathering Dust in a Drawer - doggerel
Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
A Penny Saved is a Worthless Zinc Disc Gathering Dust in a Drawer
“Feed the birds, tuppounds a bag…”
-as Mary Poppins did not sing
It seems that our last penny has been spent
We will miss the fakey copper glint
Our other pot-metal coinage should take the hint:
We do not have a stable governMINT
My Shakespearean Girl - sonnet
Lawrence
Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
My Shakespearean Girl
I woke in
sadness that the dream had passed
But joyed
that the vision had come at all
To comfort me
with happy memories cast
Into my sleep
through moonlight on the wall
Through
moonlight on the wall, through starlit sky
That long-ago
world in our golden youth
When she
danced as lightly as a butterfly
Through
sunlit fields where all was truth
Through
sunlit fields on her little bare feet
As gracefully
as a leaping summer fawn
Or rhyme and
meter when in verse they meet
In that magic
hour whence breathes the dawn
In that magic
hour we were once more
So very close
to that opening door…
Saturday, February 8, 2025
A Dachshund Dreaming of Rabbit for Supper - DOGgerel
Lawrence Hall
Dispatches
for the Colonial Office
A Dachshund Dreaming of Rabbit for Supper
My little Luna-Dog has a bad
habit
Of chasing after her
back-yard rabbit
But still let not your mind
be troubled or fraught
With fear for that rabbit who
is never caught!
Pirates to Starboard! - a poem about childhood
Lawrence Hall
Dispatches
for the Colonial Office
Pirates to Starboard next to the Dairy Cows!
My neighbors’ field is low;
it tends to flood
Their children sail their
kayak as pirates bold
And laugh and splash upon the
sloshy mud
Swallows and Amazons in
search of gold
Most comfortable with our
feet propped up
We old folks sit upon the
porch all dry
Each an admiral with his
coffee cup
And let the heavy monsoon pass
us by
We too were pirates in our dreaming
youth
We wish we still were – and
that’s the truth!
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