Wednesday, July 29, 2026

A Comma-nist Manifesto - poem about comma usage

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

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

Home - Hello Poetry

 

A Comma-nist Manifesto

 

Like tiny little tadpoles, commas are fun

Randomly swimming in a pool of words

Feeding on microscopic organisms -

They might grow up to be dictionaries

 

Unless they are devoured by an A.I.

Do Oxford commas wear tiny Cambridge shoes? 

Or do they simply float about, separating clauses

As commanded by Fowler1, but not by a fisher

 

Commas will mend a certain grammatical flaw

Lest “Let’s eat, Grandma!” become “Let’s eat Grandma!”2

 

 

1 Fowler’s Modern English Usage, Oxford University Press, many editions

2 Possibly every language teacher has employed this old wheeze.

Everyone Has a Dream - not really a 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

 

Everyone Has a Dream

 

He wants his head set atop Mount Rushmore1

I think that’s a fine idea

 

 

1 Six Grandfathers Mountain

The Gospel According to the Ladies' Altar Society - 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 Gospel According to the Ladies’ Altar Society

 

The announcement for and the exposition of

The Ladies’ Altar Society Craft Fair and Sale

Should not last longer than the homily

A Full Moon at Goodwill - rhyming couplet

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

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

Home - Hello Poetry

 

A Full Moon at Goodwill

 

As I was giving the housewares a pass

A fat man dropped his shorts to scratch his ***

A 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

 

A Dignified Transfer

 

Shocky and stunned, ears ringing in the sudden silence

Trembly hands scooping up meaty body parts

Meaty body parts, sticky blood, greedy flies

All into a baggy, a zippered body bag

 

A dignified transfer

 

A curvy fragment of skull, some kid’s curly hair

Is that…? yes…he was so funny…don’t think about it

The living already dusted off, the dead remain

Can we get them out tonight? I dunno, man

 

A dignified transfer

 

The president will execute his practiced salute

In a dignified transfer

                                            after the 18th hole

Shimmering Summer Sun - a poor attempt at haiku

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

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

Home - Hello Poetry

 

Shimmering Summer Sun

 

Tired earth gasps for breath

Beneath this mid-summer sun

Bees buzz for a breeze

Hands without a Watch - 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

 

Hands without a Watch

 

 

Thanks to Mike Hauser for his idea about a watch without hands

 

 

Hands without a watch have nowhere to point

They are neither formless nor void, but still

But they cannot describe an orbit of time

Nor convey structure to a seeker of order

 

Hands without a watch have nowhere to go

Unloved they float without meaning or being

In desolate freedom without meaning or being

In emptiness without meaning or being

 

Hands without a watch cannot frame the ordinals

Or quantify the hours in ordered cardinals

A Summer Processional in Honor of Structured Poetry

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