Ladies and Gentlemen - The Beetles! - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

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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

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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

No Reichskirche Here - very short poem

  

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

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No Reichskirche Here

 

 

Direct us to the Peace that must endure

 

-Hugh Lofting, Victory for the Slain, p. 60 in the Walmer Poetry edition

 

 

The god of the Secretary for War is his god -

We do not concern ourselves with either of them

The Book on Your Bedside Table - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

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The Book on Your Bedside Table

 

(not to mention the cat at your feet)

 

When you went to bed last night

Before you switched off the light

And pillow-settled your sleepy head -

What were the last five words you read?

That Which was Mandatory is Now Forbidden - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

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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)