Tuesday, March 17, 2026

Dignified Transfer - poem

  

Lawrence Hall

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Dignified Transfer

 

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Except for the line breaks, verbatim from:

 

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I Admire You - poem

  

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

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I Admire You

 

I admire you – because, you see, you argue with me

Because

You give your neighbors cookies instead of suspicion

You nudge verbs against nouns and find truth

You listen for music I can never hear

 

I admire you – because you play in the garden with words

Because

          You’re having a love affair with the world

          You help people who will never like you

          You make the sun rise each day with your song

 

I admire you – because you, see, you argue with me

          (Even though you know I am soooooooooo right!)

Unknown Saint - 25 Cents: poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

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Unknown Saint – 25 Cents

 

A little plastic statue of a saint

(In context, am I permitted to say “tchotchke?”)

A woman in white with a flowered crown

And a tiny crucifix in her tiny hand

 

She stood between a broken-bladed pocketknife

And an HO gauge caboose without wheels

There was a Barbie with her arms ripped off

And an I LIKE IKE button from 1952

 

The little saint now stands upon my shelf

Gently to remind me of my better self

The Unnatural Abhor a Vacuum - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love

Home - Hello Poetry

 

The Unnatural Abhor a Vacuum

 

What Happens Now to Kristi Noem’s Warehouse Jails? - The Atlantic

 

With their chatelaine gone all those warehouses

Sheeted in corrugated iron under the summer sun

And encircled, festooned, with razor wire

Stand empty in the desert, waiting for – you?

 

Their industrial disassembly lines

Scientifically designed to rip away lives

And lest they rust away from neglect and disuse

There must be bodies to feed into them

 

Starving on thin soup from stainless steel bowls

And pity the guards – who are starving their own souls

He Could Have Bench-Pressed a Honda - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love

Home - Hello Poetry

 

He Could Have Bench-Pressed a Honda

 

In his youth he could have bench-pressed a Honda

He posed with cheerleaders whom he was quite fond of

One seated on each arm, his muscles to flout

In photographs their grandchildren now wonder about

 

On the field of sport he could do it all –

His forward passes like lightning would fall

Many a massive lineman fell to his block

And many a quarterback to his gentle knock

 

He was the class stud; I was the class fool

He’s now a janitor at our old school

 

(And I’m still a fool…)

Saturday, March 7, 2026

We Haven’t Seen Good Ol’ Charlie Brown in a While - poem

  

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love

Home - Hello Poetry

 

We Haven’t Seen Good Ol’ Charlie Brown in a While

 

Schroeder tickles the ivories for easy-listenin’

In the Gold Room over at the Airport Inn

Linus is Teacher of the Year at the middle school

Marcie built a chain of prosperous boutiques

 

Lucy waits tables at Franklin’s Lounge DeLuxe

Carefully counting her tips and tattoos

Frieda’s Kuts ‘n’ Kurls features the best gossip

Peppermint Patty is a professor at Penn State

 

We haven’t seen good ol’ Charlie Brown

 

Not since the district court judge pronounced his sentence:

“Wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-WAH.”

Kristi Noem's Deportation Flight - doggerel

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love

Home - Hello Poetry

 

Kristi’s Deportation Flight

 

The president decided that she

Is a clear and present pain

She needs to go away, said he

(But does she get to keep the plane?)

The Drudge (POPUP) Report is (POPUP) Crushin’ (POPUP) Itself - not exactly a poem

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