Soups as a Medium of Exchange - poem

  

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

Soups as a Medium of Exchange

 

In today’s trading soups were generally down

Although vegetable beef found a brisk trade

Potato soup was bullish in Block D

And each minestrone was five cigarettes

 

The market closed slightly up at evening count

But this could not compensate for the day’s fall

Naked-lady tats are expected to go high this week

Ten soups for an inked image of yo’ mama

 

The morning market will open in this metal hell

When some dumb **** rings that ****ing bell

The List is Death - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

The List is Death

 

There is said to be a list – but whose?

Who wrote it? Where is it? Where has it been?

On what teakwood desk does it now repose

Around which names and lives are negotiated

 

The matter is not that names are being removed

But that your name might be written in

Because your attitude has been noticed

The hand that once shook yours signs away your life

 

Someone pencils your name upon The List

That’s your loyalty reward (you won’t be missed)

 

Thoughts ‘n’ prayers as in Two Corinthians

Authority Over Everything on the Earth - rhyming doggerel

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

Authority Over Everything on the Earth

 

Sirach 17:1-15

 

You can’t be authority over all the earth

If in the end you are buried under it

What are man’s honors and dignity worth

When man is nobly dropped into a pit

Prancing Chainsaw Dude - senryu

  

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

Prancing Chainsaw Dude

 

Prancing chainsaw dude

Humiliates all of us

But we obey him

The Seven Seeing-Stones - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

The Seven Seeing-Stones

 

Good Tolkien writes of spring far better than we

With layered allusions to Celtic and Nordic myths

His Fairy Folk sing clearly in rainbow rhymes

Among the crocuses abloom ‘round ancient trees

 

My crocuses bloom ‘round a shaggy lawn

With garden furniture in need of paint

And morning coffee in a Tupperware cup

To serve as a greeting to the rising sun

 

Friend Tolkien writes of spring for you and me

And through his Seven Seeing-Stones – we see!

Scriptural Textual Analysis Applied to Act II of Macbeth - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

Scriptural Textual Analysis Applied to Act II of Macbeth

 

The Book of Steve Jobs 43:13-16

 

“Oh, no, Mr. Hall!

It’s right here in the Bible!” she exclaimed

Standing up suddenly from her desk

Eagerly waving her MePhone aloft

 

And then she paused

Appeared to be slightly embarrassed

Laughed

Took a selfie

 

And laughed some more

 

As did we all

 

Happiness

You Were Dancing Up the Lane - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

You Were Dancing Up the Lane

 

In an old lawn chair I sat and dozed

And felt amber dusk sealing the day

Though I was weary and my eyes were half-closed

I heard you – you, whistling a romantic lay

 

You were skipping barefoot up the lane

Your skirt all a-dance for your heart’s desire

O Lady-Queen of our happy demesne

With flowers for me, your most devoted squire

 

I awoke, I blinked – I was all alone -

The sun had set on us, many years gone

 

But I saw you dancing up the lane…