Friday, June 6, 2025

What Did He Say? - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

What Did He Say?

 

She sat on the porch with her big orange cat

All cuddled up happily in her lap

When we arrived to drive her to an appointment

In a large building in the center of town

 

 

The doctor said something about stage 2

 

 

She had little to say as we drove away

And when we left her at her home again

She sat on the porch with her big orange cat

All cuddled up happily in her lap

Monday, June 2, 2025

The New Poets of England and America - poem

  

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

The New Poets of England and America

 

 

Young poetry is the breath of parted lips.

 

-Robert Frost, introduction

The New Poets of England and America

 

 

They’re no longer new; they’re not even alive

Those post-war young voices of strength and hope

Working through the wastelands after men of destiny

Blitzed beauty with bullets, bombers, and barbed wire

 

Some of them soldiers, and war-weary all

They were worn out, but determined and young

Digging out the words they had hidden away

Cleaning them up for service to humanity

 

They were young; they were very much like you

Doing their duty as artists and poets must do

 

 

The New Poets of England and America

Ed. Donald Hall et al

Introduction by Robert Frost

New York: Meridian Books, 1957

Sunday, June 1, 2025

The Texas Sanhedrin - doggerel

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

The Texas Sanhedrin

 

 

Sponsored by Sen. Phil King, a Republican from Weatherford, the bill requires every classroom to visibly display a poster [of The Ten Commandments] sized at least 16 by 20 inches. The poster can’t include any text other than the language laid out in the bill, and no other similar posters may be displayed.

-Ten Commandments in every classroom: Texas bill nearing law | The Texas Tribune

 

Our legislature suppresses the pilgrims’ way

They’ve established a government church; we must obey

And from its edicts free Texans dare not stray

(Though the lawmakers work on the Sabbath day!)

When Teachers Fold Their Leathery Wings and Sleep - poem

  

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

When Teachers Fold Their Leathery Wings and Sleep

 

“This is the day the Lord hath made…”

 

When teachers fold their leathery wings and sleep

Hidden away in their bat-cave deep

In the darkness where foul things lurk and creep -

Only then may children freely laugh and leap

 

No more tiresome lessons about “lie” and “lay’

A child may lie in the glass or lay in the hay

Run out to the lawns and fields to play

And joy in the freedom of each summer day

 

The 20th of June? A fallacious rule -

Summer begins on the last day of school!

Saturday, May 31, 2025

I Miss Kosher Sam's - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

I Miss Kosher Sam’s

 

Wish I could remember what street it was on

It’s been so long ago, when Kosher Sam’s

Was my coffee shop, and I was young

One day I also ordered a slice of cake

 

The cheerful waitress asked me how it tasted

I suggested that maybe it was a little bit dry

She grabbed it up and rushed it to the kitchen

She and another waitress and The Sam Himself

 

They took clean forks and tasted and talked about it

They took more forks and tasted and talked again

And appeared to come to a mishpat at last

Sam brought to me what was left of the cake

 

“There’s nothing wrong with this,” he firmly ruled

I took and ate (tho’ it really was a little dry)

On an evil day I left San Diego

I wish I’d stopped to say goodbye to Kosher Sam’s

Monday, May 26, 2025

"At the Barracks Gate" - poem

  

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

At the Barracks Gate

 

 

“Underneath the lantern by the barracks gate”

 

-Lili Marlene

 

 

There were two lanterns at our barracks gate

After standing inspection for Cinderella Liberty

We passed beneath them to catch the Number 7 bus

Past Balboa’s eucalyptus trees, into downtown

 

Where sins of the flesh awaited our E-1 fantasies

But instead we went to Mass, found a coffee shop

Nervously walked along Lower Broadway

Tried desperately to look like old salts

 

Carefully stayed away from Lili Marlene

And ‘phoned our parents from the lobby of the U. S. Grant

"And the Moonbeams Kiss the Sea" - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

“And the Moonbeams Kiss the Sea”

 

 

For A.V on the Happy Occasion of Her Graduation

 

 

I hope and believe that at Harvard still

In the springtime of their golden youth

Lovers sit upon the lawn’s green morning grass

Before class

       and read Shelley to each other

Children Die; The Authorities Babble - takeaway from a press conference of 5 July 2025

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