Monday, October 12, 2026

"The Man with the Spanish Helmet" on the Barracks Wall - 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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“The Man with the Spanish Helmet” on the Barracks Wall

 

 

Hospital Corps Barracks, Naval Hospital San Diego,

ca. January 1970

 

 

A barracks wall is a studio wall:

Miss April, smokin’ hot sin on a dead bear’s skin

Miss October, tall (in need of a shawl)

Miss January, thin, an aethereal djinn

 

But among these beauties (grandmothers now)

A Spanish helmet and a stern old man

A white-haired don still strong in chin and brow

Like yours, his eyes for truth and wisdom scan

 

So then who wears that dreamer’s helmet? Who?

Why, the Dreamer with the Spanish Helmet is

     you


Variant ending:


“The Man with the Spanish Helmet” on a Barracks Wall

 

 

Hospital Corps Barracks, Naval Hospital San Diego,

ca. January 1970

 

 

A barracks wall is a studio wall:

Miss April, smokin’ hot sin on a dead bear’s skin

Miss October, tall (in need of a shawl)

Miss January, thin, an aethereal djinn

 

But among these beauties (grandmothers now)

A Spanish helmet and a stern old man

A white-haired don still strong in chin and brow

Like yours, his eyes for truth and wisdom scan

 

So then who wears that dreamer’s helmet? Who?

And why is he looking not at me but at

                                                                    you?


Sunday, October 11, 2026

Do ICE Agents Teach Sunday School? - derivative 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

 

Do ICE Agents Teach Sunday School?

 

 

A furore monstrorum glaciei libera nos Domine

 

 

Now I lay me down to sleep

But in the night the ICEmen creep

I cannot sleep; I’m still awake -

I fear the ICEmen will come and take…

Friday, October 9, 2026

We are All Pretty Much Exiles, You Know - 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

 

We are All Pretty Much Exiles, You Know

 

We are all pretty much exiles, you know

We scribble verse to reconstruct our home

That half-remembered never-seen mystery

Within our hearts, sailing beyond the stars

 

Half-worlds threading from chewed-yellow-pencil leads

The sharpener says, “Now this may sting a little”

As cedar spirals down to the kitchen floor

Poor pairs of rhymes that never find each other

 

They’ve gone and closed the Main Street picture show

We are all pretty much exiles, you know

While Repairing a Widder-Woman's Door Locks - a poor senryu

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

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

Home - Hello Poetry

 

While Repairing a Widder-Woman’s Door Locks

 

A widder-woman

Drove her car (crash!) into mine

She doesn’t know why

A Certain Ancestor - 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 Certain Ancestor

 

Yes, sir,

When God made him

God broke the mold

Most angrily

Hugo Boss Swastikas Have Been Replaced - 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

 

Hugo Boss Swastikas Have Been Replaced

 

 

And I am one silent cry

over the many thousands of the buried

 

-Yevtushenko, “Babiy Yar,” in Yevtushenko: Selected Poems

Trans. Milner-Gulland and Levi, Penguin, 1963

 

 

The Hugo Boss swastikas have been replaced

By another bit of cloth with squiggles

But the torches are the same

The fashionable lies are the same

Grilled Mongolian at the Barber Shop - 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

 

Grilled Mongolian at the Barber Shop

 

An Overdue Haircut from Miss Tasha

 

While I was being shorn of excess hair

V: “Make me look like a young Robert Redford, please”

R: “We don’t do miracles here, Mr. Hall”

A lady enthroned a few chairs over

Mentioned the menu at The Mongolian Grill

“What the h*** is this?” she quoted herself

 

I thought I might ask if the plat du jour            

As served was a lightly grilled Mongolian

But Wednesday had already made that joke

About Girl Scout cookies and real Girl Scouts

 

So thoughts of topics carnivorous I let pass

And admired myself in Tasha’s looking-glass

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

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