Tuesday, March 17, 2026

"Just for Fun" - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

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

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“Just for Fun”

 

Now someday when those demented old men

Are guided each to his courtroom seat

To account again for terror and sin

And face the judgements the magistrates may mete

 

Smoke, vultures, and lies will still stain the skies  

Over rotting blood shed from the shallow-buried dead

While unseeing eyes echo stricken Rachel’s cries

(“An excursion,” and “just for fun,” one of them pled)

 

But we will share the shame in that docket too

When the Almighty asks of each of us

                                        “What did YOU do?”

Napoleon Surveys His Split-Screen Image of Moscow and Teheran - 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

 

Napoleon Surveys His Split-Screen Image of Moscow and Teheran

 

I.

 

Operation Roar of the lion Epic Fury

Little Excursion Art of the Dignified Transfer

 

II.

 

The war is very complete beginning, middle, or end

Four to five weeks unconditional surrender

Four to six weeks very soon short term short term

We’re winning the war by a lot pretty much

It’s not protracted this is not endless

Some time to achieve whatever the time is

Substantially ahead of our time projections

 

III.

 

I will receive the surrender delegation now

 

Whaddaya mean there’s no surrender delegation?

 

Someone’s smoking. Someone’s smoking. Stop it!

 

Is there a little touch of frost in the air?

Dignified Transfer - 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

 

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

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

Home - Hello Poetry

 

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

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

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

Home - Hello Poetry

 

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…)

Oscars 2026 - Specimens in a Glass Cage: poem

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