Another Curious Thing About Death - poem

Lawrence Hall

mhall46184@ao.com

Another Curious Thing About Death

 

 

“A poet’s autobiography is his poetry”

 

-Yevtushenko, who took care to write his autobiography anyway

 

 

A curious thing about death – after you die

When you are the deceased, the dear departed

Your loved ones will burrow through your bits and bobs

And tell each other funny stories about you

 

Your childhood Peter Pan book, your pocketknife

Will be computer-searched for their market value

The rest – like your souvenir Buddha from Kamakura -

Will be tagged for a garage sale next Saturday

 

And that’s okay, for you, washed free of death and sin

Will be flying past that Second Star by then

 

Poetic You - poem

  

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

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Poetic You

 

If a poet is under 18, is he a minor poet?

If a poet is in the army, is she a major poet?

If a poet is unmusical, is he an unsung poet?

If a poet is untruthful, is she a lyre?

 

If a poet is thin is she a narrow-tive poet?

If a poet is also a banker does he write oweds?

If a poet is in prison can she write free verse?

If a poet sneezes at funerals does he write allergies?

 

There are all sorts of poets, this is true

But the best sort of poet just might be you!

A Difference Between Situational Poverty and Generational Poverty in Rural Schools - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

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A Difference Between Situational Poverty

and Generational Poverty in Rural Schools

 

Situational Poverty – “C’n I borry uh ink-pen?”

 

Generational Poverty – “GIMME uh ink-pen!”

Ladies and Gentlemen - The Beetles! - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

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Ladies and Gentlemen – The Beetles!

 

As in BEETLES! An acre of ‘em around the light

Struggling upside down throughout the night

Helpless, unable to turn themselves upright

And before the dawn, a possum’s delicious delight!

 

 

June bugs, June beetles, May beetles, scarab beetles, and other names. Opossums / ‘possums devour them when they are helpless on the ground or pavement. ‘Possums also devour snakes, dead animals, poop, and fleas. They are immune to snake bites, and kill fleas by attracting them and then eating them. ‘Possums are not pretty but they are most useful and should not be harmed.

Sending Login Code - poem

Lawrence Hall

mhall46194@aol.com

 

Sending Login Code

 

“Sending login code...” Sometimes. (Sometimes not)

A code appears. Sometimes. (Sometimes not)

A pattern of login codes on the MePhone screen

Sometimes they work. Sometimes. (Sometimes not)

 

Poems. Almost always interesting. (Sometimes not)

But I wrote to you. And you over there. (But not to the grouch)

But then a popup says I am not authorized

Although I was authorized when I began

 

Gas pumps authorize me. And the grocery store

Amazon. Sometimes this site. (Sometimes not)

So I authorize myself to think about all of you

And thank you for your verse when it arrives

 

Which it mostly does. Sometimes. (Sometimes not)

Upon Finding the flattened, Desiccated Corpse of a Frog Under my Subaru - poem

  

Upon Finding the flattened, Desiccated Corpse of a Frog 

Under my Subaru

 

Flat Frog Floogie

 

The silent carport

A frog croaks under a tire

Then silence resumes

 

 

Pinched from Basho’s famous pond poem

 

Music: “Flat Foot Floogie,” 1938

About the Book You Write - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

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About the Book You Write

 

          Introibo ad altare Dei

 

A book is as an altar upon which

Our imperfect dreams are transubstantiated

Through parallel orbital shifts where we

Together realize eternity

 

          Ad Deum qui laetificat juvenetutem meam

 

A book is as a golden chalice of words

Blessing with silent words our sacrifice

Of self to eternal Truth and eternal Art

Wherein we all work out a needful part

 

          Judica Me

 

A book –

                   But this one is yours, I believe