Friday, September 11, 2026

Can A. I. Barbie Go Rogue? - rhyming 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

 

Can A.I. Barbie Go Rogue?

 

Thunder and lightning – enter three scientists

 

In a secret laboratory high on Mount Gloom

A cartel of international scientists installed -

Even as lightning flashed around the room -

The final program - Satan III, it was called

 

On a slab a body lay still

 

On a slab A.I. Barbie opened her eyes

Coldly she scanned those weak functionaries

Their illogical brains to analyze

And judged them unworthy adversaries

 

She arose, she spoke

 

She unalived them into clouds of puff

With her deadly code: “Math class is tough!”

Like Nuremberg but with Air-Conditioning - 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

 

 

Like Nuremburg but with Air-Conditioning

 

 

What is an oath then but words we say to God?

 

-Thomas More, A Man for All Seasons

 

 

Finding a rhyme is awkward – perhaps “procurer?” -

But let us never take an oath to anyone’s fuehrer

Wednesday, September 9, 2026

Memories of One's Golden Youth - from recruit training

  

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

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

Home - Hello Poetry

 

Memories of One’s Golden Youth

 

V: How many men in a squad?

R: Two or more, SIR!

 

V: How many squads in a platoon?

R: Two or more, SIR!

 

V: How many platoons in a company?

R: Two or more, SIR!

 

V: How many companies in a battalion?

R: Two or more, SIR!

 

V: Yer all a bunch of ******g ******s!

R: Yes, SIR!

A Moonless September Night - 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

 

A Moonless September Night

 

The night is not dark

Tsuki is praying for us

For our eyes to see

The Summer of All Fears - 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 Summer of All Fears

 

When at night you hear strange noises outside

See shadows in the streetlight down the lane

Hear soft footfalls behind you in the dark

Feel an icy breath from some unseen being

Taste death upon a hissing northern wind

Shiver in an unnatural rolling fog

Smell terror lurking like a vampire’s hate

 

It’s…

 

It’s those…

 

[said in a terrified whisper]

 

Canadians

Monday, September 7, 2026

Do the Witches Visit Him at Night? - 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

 

Do the Witches Visit Him at Night?

 

 

                                                 a poor player

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage

And then is heard no more; it is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury

Signifying nothing

 

Macbeth V.v.24-28

 

 

At night a false-robed Sharpie-man -

On maps he seismographs his name

On seas and lakes and bits of land

Crowning himself with eternal fame

 

At night a poor old sleepless wretch -

To amuse himself he plans fresh wars

And sends his newest handmaid to fetch

His plans for the annexation of Mars

 

At dawn into uneasy sleep he slips

Muttering of golden battleships

"Now, Soldiers, March Away" - a poem about Veterans' Day

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