Sunday, June 22, 2025

Bombs on the First Sunday in Summer - poem

  

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

Bombs – All Sizes

 

-As Jack Kerouac did not say

 

 

If we are all going to be destroyed…let that bomb when it comes find us doing sensible and human things praying, working, teaching, reading, listening to music, bathing the children, playing tennis, chatting to our friends over a pint and a game of darts—not huddled together like frightened sheep and thinking about bombs. They may break our bodies (a microbe can do that) but they need not dominate our minds.

 

-C.S. Lewis, “On Living in an Atomic Age,” 1948

 

 

Bombs fall tonight, but then they fall every night

Conceived over single-malt, born of the generals

Suffering not at all as their electronics systems

Guide them in the ways the Bible salesman deems

 

Bombs fall tonight, on a nuclear facility, they say

We can only ask the ashes and winds

While in our triumphalist Ozymandian presumption

We fancy that bombs will never fall on us

 

Bombs fall tonight – and have we been doing

Sensible and human things?

Sunday, June 15, 2025

Chopsticks International - Rhyming Couplet

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

Chopsticks International

 

Forgive me for any insensitive remarks

But do piano students in China practice “Forks?”

Friday, June 13, 2025

Will He Borrow Augusto Pinochet's Old Uniform? - poem

  

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

Will He Borrow Augusto Pinochet’s Old Uniform?

 

While reviewing his troops from his high platform

          Hup! Toop! Threep! Fourp!

Will Our Leader stand tall in uniform

          Right shoulder HARMS!

Glittery with medals and a shiny firearm

          Boom! Tiddy! Boom! Tiddy! Boom-Boom-Boom!

Swelling with pride in his goosestepping swarm

          Ta-ra-ra-BOOM-dee-ay!

Let Us Celebrate NO TYRANTS DAY - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

Let Us Celebrate No Tyrants Day

 

 

“We have no king but Caesar!”

 

-A long-ago mob as written in St. John 19:15

 

 

Even the King of Kings is under the Law

And too, since Magna Carta, our earthly King -

From the people and their voices he can only draw

Such powers as their assemblies vote to bring

 

But may God protect us from a Common Man

Slithering to supremacy through serpentine speech

Emboldened by the power of cabal, club, and clan

Mobs chanting for their master, a soul-sucking leech

 

God gives us His grace in a King and Queen

Republics just give us the guillotine

Tuesday, June 10, 2025

Pushing the Envelope - poem

  

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

Pushing the Envelope

 

What envelope is being pushed?

From whom to whom – across the room?

And why should it be pushed at all?

Is the envelope an English A-1?

An American business-size?

A birthday check for someone to steal?

Pushing a broom, pushing a sale

Pushing a pen – some sense in those

But what is the purpose in pushing

An envelope?

                             And did you stamp it?

Saturday, June 7, 2025

Blueberry Portal - poem

 

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

Blueberry Portal

 

 

“In dreams the fool is free from scorning voices”

 

-C. S. Lewis, “Dymer”

 

 

In the drowsy, bee-sy afternoon

Picking blueberries in the white-sun heat

Voices. Conversation. But it’s only the bees

While the blueberries dance and spin and whirl

 

What do bees talk about? They don’t tell me

And I don’t need to know – but we’re all friends

And the dancing blueberries – they’re having fun

They welcome me into another world

 

The leaves write me little love-letters that say

How happy to have you home for an hour today!

They’ll Be Kissing Someone Else’s Boots Next Year - rhyming couplet

 Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

They’ll Be Kissing Someone Else’s Boots Next Year

 

I saw a cleaner landscape as I traveled today:

All the TRUMP flags have mysteriously gone away

Darwinianism Stalks the Suburbs - poem

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