Remembrance of Poetry Magazines past - poem (fancy that)

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

                               Remembrance of Poetry Magazines Past

 

 

Our intellectual Marines,

Landing in little magazines

      Capture a trend.

 

-Auden

 

 

          UP THE REVOLUTION

A travel-back-in-time wish for me might be

          ECOLOGY NOW

To those hippie book shops in San Diego

          //// THE PIGS

Mimeographed little poetry magazines

          GIVE PEACE A CHANCE

With their mimeographed art-class covers

MAKE LOVE NOT WAR

 

TUNE IN TURN ON DROP OUT

Posters for the protest in Balboa Park

          DROP ACID NOT BOMBS

Sunlit little tables and cigarettes

          //// NO WE WON’T GO

Chipped cups of Jamaica Blue Mountain

          POWER TO THE PEOPLE

Percolating The Revolution in CAPS

          DON’T TRUST ANYONE OVER THIRTY

 

          PEACE LOVE AND HARMONY

Hippie chicks in turtlenecks and berets

          FLOWER POWER

Their delicate laughter scorning the Proletariat

          NEED RIDE TO SAN FRANCISCO COOL PEOPLE ONLY

 

And, like, do you dig Yevtushenko?

Cats, Coffee, Choices, Autumn Leaves, Friends - short poem

  

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

Cats, Coffee, Choices, Autumn Leaves, Friends

 

I sat outside this golden autumn day

Thinking about things, as old people do

And about the thoughts you send my way –

I thought

About choices. And Coffee. And cats. And leaves.

And you.

Northern Lights and a Little Magic - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

Northern Lights and a Little Magic

 

I walked out to the hayfield under the stars

To see the Northern Lights that weren’t there

But the grasses whispered in the autumn night

And then best of all

I heard you singing

Cranky Old Aunt Robert - poem

  

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

Cranky Old Aunt Robert

 

“I just don’t go to funerals anymore,” he said

Oh, he was all right, the town’s bachelor lawyer

He was just like that, as everyone agreed

A bookish old lawyer and the town eccentric

 

When we were young, he and I read Paradise Lost,

Along with Friend Tod, of happy memory

But with time he recused himself from life

And had me ‘phone him about the town doins’

 

“I just don’t go to funerals anymore,” he said

But a week or two later

                                            he did

Your Words, Your Way - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

Your Words, Your Way

 

At the end of the day, your words, your way

Now healing and sealing the wounds of your friends

Giving grace and peace to the Vespers hour -

We open your book and look, and read your joy

 

At the beginning of night, your words, your light

Through your verse rehearse the teachings of peace -

They are to us a healing waterfall of dreams

And then a covering warm with autumn-night stars

 

Now you sleep too; this soft blanket is for you

For your happy dreams, sweet and true, all night through

We See Stories as We Walk - poem

  

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

As I was a-walking One Morning for Pleasure – 

We See Stories as We Walk

 

 

From “Git Along, Little Dogies”

-American, traditional

 

 

The road doesn’t end here, but something did

In the lonely dark, with a cigarette and beer

A can of Miller Lite drained out last night

And a cigarette end, to mark an end

 

An end to love, now faded in the sun

One of each, not two, an empty man

Going home alone, stopping here a while

And wondering why his everything went wrong

 

The road doesn’t end here, but something did -

And maybe there’s a job waiting in Wyoming

Is There a Thai Army Knife? - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

Is There a Thai Army Knife?

 

 

“A man’s not dressed without his pocketknife”

 

-my father, and surely yours

 

 

At Christmas friends give me Swiss Army Knives

Precisely engineered with all those nifty tools

A most useful adjunct in all men’s lives

For camp and work, this little gadget rules

 

Most days I carry my British Army Knife

Rough and tough; it’ll take it on the chin

The workman’s friend both in peace and strife

(Oh, golly-gosh, the hinge is broken again!)

 

What knife is carried by a Thai G.I.?

Does the Garuda or Elephant adorn its grip?

When guarding a great nation’s land and sky

A soldier needs a blade of fine craftsmanship

 

And in peace, too:

 

It’s true of every worker, all through his life -

A man’s not dressed without his pocketknife

 

(Just ask your father)