Sunday, March 22, 2026

That Which was Mandatory is Now Forbidden - 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

 

That Which was Mandatory is Now Forbidden

 

 

    Let no images

     Be hung with Caesar’s trophies

 

-Flavius in Julius Caesar I.i.73-74

 

 

Now hidden are the statues of Cesar Chavez

His name, his fame, once celebrated everywhere

Were furtively cleansed in the dark of night

Lest any of his works live after him

 

He is closeted now in the basement of some museum

Playing poker with Abraham Lincoln and Columbus

While Mother Theresa and Winston Churchill

Exchange Shakespearean bon mots

 

The famous of the past are irrelevant, you see

 

Because

 

No one is as perfect as you and me

 

(Takeaway – from year to year I understand less and less)

The First Casualty of War - 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 First Casualty of War

 

Is a 19-year-old PFC

Coloring Outside the Lines - 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

 

Coloring Outside the Lines

 

If everyone is coloring outside the lines

Except one child, who is defiantly following a grid

Among those crayon trees and tomato vines -

Who, then, is the most imaginative kid?

Thinking Outside the Box, Bag, or Other Sustainable Rain-Forest Ethically-Sourced Container - 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

 

Thinking Outside the Box, Bag, or Other

Sustainable Rain-Forest Ethically-Sourced Container

 

 

If Everyone is Thinking Just Alike

They are Trump’s cabinet

 

Now let’s all go get tattoos

Tuesday, March 17, 2026

Oscars 2026 - Specimens in a Glass Cage: 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

 

Oscars 2026 – Specimens in a Glass Cage

 

After watching for a few minutes of given time

Their clumsy humor and predictable set-pieces

Subsuming souls into their toxic clime

 

One realizes

 

That these unhappy creatures are not our species

"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

Home - Hello Poetry

 

“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?

A Carpenter's Pencil - poem

  Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com Dispatches for the Colonial Office LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and ...