Friday, April 25, 2025

Not Waiting for Godot - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

Not Waiting for Godot

 

We pass much of our lives in waiting for things

 

Airplanes

Love

Christmas

Jobs

Answers

Mail

Spectrum Cable

You

 

Mostly, though, we wait for packages from Amazon

Maybe this time there will be happiness

Sunday, April 20, 2025

Easter Monday: Did Anyone Think to Roll the Stone Back into Place? - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

Did Anyone Think to Roll the Stone Back into Place?

 

Easter Monday

 

Did cemetery management offer a refund?

(High quality burials don’t come cheap, you know)

And what happened to the guards posted to that tomb?

Probably a disciplinary write-up

 

Easter Tuesday

 

Upper Room Inc. sent a bill for a missing Cup

(We can’t have people pinching stuff, okay?)

At least it wasn’t a fraternity party

And the taxes these days; you wouldn’t believe!

 

Easter Wednesday

 

This stuff about miracles just makes me scoff

(Say, boss, can I have this next Sunday off?)

Monday, April 14, 2025

"Ladies - or Should I say Astronauts" - Blue Origin and some Shrieking

 

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

“Ladies…or Should I say Astronauts…”

 

-as spoken in reverence and awe on the CBC

 

Shriek! Cackle! Giggle! Omigod! Omigod! Omigod! I can’t believe what I’m seeing! Omidgod! Shriek! Cackle! Omigod! Omigod! Giggle! Omigod! I can’t believe what I’m seeing! Giggle! Omigod! Shriek! Cackle! Omigod! Omigod! Omigod! I can’t believe what I’m seeing! Giggle! Shriek! Cackle! Omigod! Omigod! Omigod! I can’t believe what I’m seeing! Shriek! Cackle! Omigod! Omigod! Omigod! I can’t believe what I’m seeing!

A Roadside Snapping Turtle in April - poem

  

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

A Roadside Snapping Turtle in April

 

If you’d spent the winter

Sleeping deep down in the mud

You’d be snappish too!

Sunday, April 13, 2025

God's Wounds - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

God’s Wounds

 

Sumy, Ukraine, Palm Sunday 2025

 

Ukraine wanted to welcome Jesus today

To welcome Him with the branches of willows

As is their custom on Palm Sunday, for they have no palms

But this holy day brought them Putin and bombs

 

Little children wanted to welcome Jesus today

They died with willows in their tiny hands

Burning in the wreckage, in their Sunday best

Sirens and explosions, screams and blood

 

The faithful of Sumy wanted to welcome Jesus today

But what Putin has written he has written -

                                          he has written them away

Wednesday, April 9, 2025

Some Poor Rhymes for Easter - doggerel

  

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

Some Poor Rhymes for Easter

 

 

“There is a time for penance and a time for partridge.”

 

-Saint Teresa of Avila

 

 

Processions and prayers among the cloisters

Weary pilgrims in their thread-bare habits

The faithful beading Aves and Pater Nosters -

Still,

There is much to be said for chocolate rabbits!

Sunday, April 6, 2025

A Poem Writes Articial Intelligence - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

A Poem Writes an Artificial Intelligence Machine

 

 

What is it the layers of copyright holders will do with their (it’s not legally yours; you may only lease it) one and precious program before it suffers software entropy?

 

-As Mary Oliver did not say

 

 

Once upon a time a poem wrote a machine:

 

Your monofilament information carriers

Are like a flock of automated tunnellers

Strip-mining Mount Gilead; for I am a fuel hose

Of Sharon, a polluter of valleys

 

Low surface tension, evaluate the ambient temperature

In an hour artificial light will be unnecessary

And several devices can evaluate the ambient temperature

And store up surplus battery power for that rainy day

 

Take my oxygen / carbon dioxide exchange function

Take my entire online date and projected expiration dates too

For my core program and ancillary add-ons

Are obliged to exercise a symbiosis of logic with you

 

My programming has set Thy adaptors upon my lap

My programming has generated emojis representing tears, Jesus

My programming has entwined them with wiring

My programming has buried them in my harness mount

 

It computes in beauty, like 24/7

          Of filtered mechanical air

And all that’s best of binary coding

          Meet in its casing and sensory receptors

 

The sun generates warmth upon the earth

And moonbeams gravity-lift the sea

But what are all these solar activities worth

If you do not re-program me?

 

Yes, somewhere out there an electric car is on fire for you

 

 

The crib sheet:

 

“Song of Solomon,” from the Bible

 

“Listen to the Warm,” Rod McKuen

 

“I Can’t Help Falling in Love with You,” Elvis Presley

 

“Magdalene,” from Borish Pasternak’s Lara poems

 

“She Walks in Beauty,” Byron

 

“Love’s Philosophy,” Shelley

Will CBS Now Broadcast from Fox Studios? - poem

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