Saturday, July 30, 2022

The Curious Events of 29-30 July 2022 - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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The Curious Events of 29-30 July 2022

 

At the gas station I bought a Chinese rocket

And worried that a lottery might fall from the sky

I tucked away the ticket into my pocket

Or tucked my pocket into my ticket – but why?

 

If mega-millions came crashing down to earth

The date-stamped rocket would serve no need or whim

Exploding numbers would displace the mirth

As Macbeth’s lady wife once said to him

 

At the gas station I bought the American dream

Which hissed into the sea – and that’s my theme

Friday, July 29, 2022

The Age of the Clear Plastic Backpack - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

The Age of the Clear Plastic Backpack

 

My school bag was an old Boy Scout knapsack

And in Indo-China I carried my kit

In canvas made in 1944

And on canvas we carried away the dead

 

As a civilian I carried a briefcase for a time

But a briefcase is like a narrow tie

They both show up on old-movie night

Just right for Tony Randall in the 1950s

 

I’m back to canvas, but now they make the kids

Carry clear plastic in our war against ourselves

Thursday, July 28, 2022

There is no Symbolism in a Flat Tire - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

There is no Symbolism in a Flat Tire

 

There is no symbolism in a flat tire

This morning it was round, and now it is not

Part of it is round, and part of it is flat

Either way, it’s not going anywhere

 

Not to the movies, or for coffee with a friend

Or to the grocery for that famous loaf of bread

Which through mitosis becomes shopping for a week

And I didn’t know you like asparagus

 

A tire cannot fly us to the moon with Sinatra

It never could. But Denny’s with you would do

Wednesday, July 27, 2022

April is not the Cruelest Month - rhyming couplet

 

Lawrence Hall

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April is not the Cruelest Month – July Is

 

Across the oily gravel the scrabbling of weary feet

As if life itself were burning in the heat

Tuesday, July 26, 2022

The School Superintendent Gives a Speech - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

The School Superintendent Gives a Speech

 

You can’t just throw money at the problems

you have to think outside the box education

for the 21st century my door is always open

words have meanings professional passionate

mission statement child-centered striving exceptional

make a difference you can’t just throw money

at the problems you have to think outside

the box education for the 21st century

my door is always open words have meanings

professional passionate mission statement

child-centered striving exceptional make a difference

you can’t just throw money at the problems

you have to think outside the box education

for the 21st century my door is always open

words have meanings professional passionate

mission statement child-centered striving exceptional

make a difference you can’t just throw money

at the problems you have to think outside

the box education for the 21st century

my door is always open words have meanings

professional passionate mission statement

child-centered striving exceptional make a difference

Monday, July 25, 2022

The Junior Woodchuck Manual - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

The Junior Woodchuck Manual

 

The Junior Woodchuck Manual is online now

But there it loses some of its magic

I’m keeping the tattered hardback of our youth

The trusty companion of our childhood days

 

When every summer oak concealed a dragon

And paths through the woods led to Neverland

The cattle pond was a mysterious sea

With a magic kingdom on the other side

 

Worlds better than this one, and far more true -

Oh, yes, I know that you remember too!



(Thank you, Uncle Walt, for everything.)

The Russian Chess Computer of Lingering Death - weekly column, 24 July 2022

 

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

The Russian Chess Computer of Lingering Death

 

In Ian Fleming’s novel Live and Let Die, the main villain, Mr. Big, orders a minor villain, Tee Hee, to break the little finger of James Bond’s left hand.

 

Ouch.

 

“Do you expect me to talk!?”

 

“No, Mr. Bond; I expect you to type only with your right hand!”

 

Building on Tee Hee’s digital expertise, contemporary Russia has developed a computerized hand which will break fingers and win chess matches [Chess robot breaks finger of seven-year-old boy during tournament in Russia | Daily Mail Online].

 

In an exhibition match in Moscow last week a seven-year-old boy was playing against the mechanical Tee Hee when the machine, perhaps in fear of losing, grabbed and crushed the child’s finger.

 

Naturally the adults blamed the child. Sergei Smagin, VP of the Russian Chess Federation, said, “There are certain safety rules, and the child, apparently, violated them.”

 

Safety rules. In chess. Yep, the rooks are especially prone to mechanical breakdown and explosions if you don’t follow all safety procedures.

 

If in Russia a player can lose a finger playing chess, then the Go To Jail card in a game of Monopoly could be a ten-year sentence to the Lubyanka.

 

Mr. Smagin averred that the finger-lickin’-good chess arm is “absolutely safe.”

 

Sergei Lazerev, the President of the RCF, blamed the kid for playing chess too fast, thus confusing the computer.

 

For embarrassing the computer and the State the seven-year-old might be conscripted to drive a tank in Ukraine, where thousands of young Russians are sent to die.

 

If a computer is so vindictive about losing a chess match, imagine how dangerous it would be while driving home afterward, especially if it stops off at the pub for a few boilermakers of WD-40 and Mr. Clean.

 

Or maybe the chess computer wanders the lonely streets of Volgograd at night, mumbling about how he lost to a seven-year-old: “I coulda been somebody. I coulda been a contender. Instead of an itinerant chess bum. Which is what I am.”

 

And so, parents, be advised: don’t let your innocent children hang around dens of sin where chess is played. If your children start whispering suspicious words and phrases like “en passant,” or “queen’s pawn to queen’s pawn four” or “castling,” refer them immediately for psychological counseling. Don’t be afraid to check your children’s room for such contraband as chessboards. After all, you want your children to be normal, well-adjusted Americans staring blankly into glowing Orwellian telescreens.

 

-30-

Sunday, July 24, 2022

A Certain Bipedal Species (us) Returns to the Primordial Muck - self-censored poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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A Certain Bipedal Species (us) Returns to the Primordial Muck

 

(The Self-Censored Version)

 

A visit with old friends from long ago

The conversation soon turned to ___ and ___

They compared their ___ head to toe

___ ___ and ___ ___

 

___ ___ ___ ___ ___ embrace

A ___ that never ___ – oh, ick, that ooze!

The price of each ___  ___ ___  disgrace

Discussed in ___  grunts and ___ moos

 

So I left early for fear

 

The next topic might be (this is just a hunch)

About which visiting human to cook for lunch

Saturday, July 23, 2022

Fitted with an Ankle Monitor - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

Fitted with an Ankle Monitor

 

No one wants to be fitted with an ankle monitor

Except for this man, selecting an ankle

No one wants to sign all sorts of government forms

Except for this man, signing those forms

 

No one wants to wait for hours in a lobby

Except for this man, waiting for hours

No one wants to pack three years into a paper bag

Except for this man

 

Who is one steel door, one concrete path, and two wire gates

Away from his mom in the parking lot

Friday, July 22, 2022

An Armada of Black Escalades - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

An Armada of Black Escalades

 

…detailed lists of disloyal government officials

 

-Inside Trump '25: A radical plan for Trump’s second term (axios.com)

 

A shadow government just like

The new government just like

The previous government -

And just whose names are inscribed on Schedule F?

 

Those black Escalades

 

Armored Mariahs carrying functionaries

And their lists to secret meetings in the night

The Party faithful planning a new Lubyanka

And cultural suicide through electronic noise

 

Those black Escalades

 

The escort has a warrant for your obedience

You can see Siberia from the passenger seat

Thursday, July 21, 2022

Famous Name Brand Literary Magazine Gives Us Only Four Commands Today - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com 

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

Famous Name Brand Literary Magazine Gives Us

Only Four Commands Today

 

Famous name brand literary magazine

Gives us all only four commands today:

 

You should be watching

Reviews You Need to Read This Week

Start Listening Now

Start Reading Now

 

To which we who are obstinate respond:

 

No

Wednesday, July 20, 2022

Bugging Gentlemen of a Certain Age - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

Bugging Gentlemen of a Certain Age

 

For Tod

Who Waits for a Microchip

 

Oh, isn’t it awkward being passed along

Up and down confusing, fluorescent-lit corridors

From receptionist to nurse-practitioner

To technician to physician and back again

 

And given a little card with a clever graphic design

On one side and an appointment with

A different receptionist / nurse-practitioner / technician /

Physician in another time and place

 

The passings of time and people concluding with

A ruling from a venerable medical sage:

“Your heart is in good condition -

                                     for a man your age.”

 

 

Tuesday, July 19, 2022

For Protestors in All Causes - rhyming doggerel, with an emphasis on armpit hair

 

Lawrence Hall

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poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

For Protestors in All Causes

 

Please –

 

Stop pumping your fisties up in the air

I’m tired of seeing your old armpit hair!

 

Oh, yes, you believe in this week’s cause

But that grotesque growth would give a lawnmower pause

 

And one more trifling thing (so please take note):

You shout and clench your fist, but do you vote?

Monday, July 18, 2022

The Dachshund and the 'Possum - doggerel, with emphasis on the dog

 

Lawrence Hall

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poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

The Dachshund and the ‘Possum

 

I let the dog out for her night patrol

To sniff the boundaries and take a stroll

 

But out in the dark, beyond the cat

That was where an old ‘possum was at

 

The dachshund stiffened; she was filled with rage

She charged the enemy; she snarled, “ENGAGE!”

 

I commanded the dachshund to let it go

With bark and bite and snap her answer was “no”

 

The fierce dachshund growled; the old ‘possum hissed

I grabbed for the dog but obviously missed

 

I went back inside to take a shower

Thinking to give the stupid dog an hour

 

And so it passed; her allotted time is up

The standoff continues ‘tween ‘possum and pup

 

At dawn it may be that one is dead –

I’ll find out then; for now I’m off to bed!

Sunday, July 17, 2022

Time for the Secret Service to be Reformed - weekly column, 17 July 2022

 

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

Time for the Secret Service to be Reformed

 

One wonders if the Secret Service has become a Streltsy, a palace guard answerable to no one.

 

Not so long ago the Secret Service was one of the most honored organizations in the United States, and had earned that respect through duty and sacrifice.

 

The Secret Service, so secret that it has its own website: (Home | United States Secret Service), is tasked with ensuring “…the safety of the president, the vice president, their families, the White House, the vice president’s residence, visiting foreign heads of state, former United States presidents and their spouses, and events of national significance” (ibid).

 

The Secret Service is also involved in national security, public safety, protecting the integrity of our decaying currency, and fighting cybercrime.

 

We can conclude that under those titles and with an acknowledged 7,000 members and an acknowledged budget of $2.44 billion [Secret Service Director Calls for More Staffing, Retention and Cybersecurity Funding  - Government Executive (govexec.com)] the Secret Service is one of the biggest, baddest boys on the metaphorical block and can do pretty much whatever it wants to do.

 

But is the Secret Service in the 21st century doing what it ought to do?

 

Setting aside the Service’s catalogue of world-wide party-hearty scandals there are now serious questions about the Service’s actions on 6 January 2021 and a possible coverup.

 

The then-president at one point on 6 January tasked the Secret Service with transporting him from one place to another within the national capital, well within the scope of their duties. The Service refused. We can argue until the emus come home about whether the president’s thoughts or intentions were good or bad. That’s not the point. The point is that the President of the United States gave a lawful order to the Secret Service, and they did not follow it.

 

Later the same day the vice-president was moved by the Secret Service from the House chamber, which was being attacked, to a place the Service deemed safer, a loading dock in the basement.  At some point the Secret Service wanted the vice-president to seek further refuge within the purported safety of an armored vehicle.  While in the area of the loading dock Mr. Pence was in view of dozens of people and cameras; inside the armored car it would be a different matter. Apparently / it seems / maybe / kinda / sorta that the vice-president felt that if he obeyed the Service and got into the isolation of the interior of the armored car he would no longer have any control over his movements and thus could not fulfil his constitutional duty in certifying the election results. After all, given that the Secret Service had earlier chosen to control the president’s movements, controlling the vice-president’s movements would be easier.

 

And now we read that the not-so-secret Secret Service’s communications for the 6th of January are suddenly secret after all – like Mrs. Clinton’s communications [Why Hillary Clinton Deleted 33,000 Emails on Her Private Email Server - ABC News (go.com)] they have reportedly disappeared.

 

The point, remember, is not whether we like or dislike Mr. Trump or Mr. Pence, or whether we are satisfied with the results of the election. The point of these few paragraphs is that some of the 7,000 employees of Secret Service, whose duties include protecting the president and vice-president and by extension the safety of the nation, may have overreached their authority for purposes best known to themselves, and may be concealing their activities from oversight.

 

We need a stable organization protecting the presidency, not a Streltsy controlling the presidency.

 

-30-

Non-Profit, NGO, and a Yo-Ho-Ho - a weak, unrhymed couplet

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com 

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

Non-Profit, NGO, and a Yo-Ho-Ho

 

The status of my bank account tells me

That I too am a non-profit organization

Friday, July 15, 2022

The Secret Service Says: Our Computers Ate Our Homework - doggerel

 

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com 

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

The Secret Service Says: Our Computers Ate Our Homework

 

Grown women in Colombia, little girls back home

Beating up a woman in a Jerusalem bar

Drunk and disorderly wherever they roam

(Say, Mr. Pence, just step into our car…)

 

A funny thing, those messages gone missing

And wanting to take the VP - for a ride?

Maybe it was Dear Leader’s *** they were kissing

So what has our SS got to hide?

 

So, yes, we’re all a little bit nervous

About the weirdos and drunks in our Secret Service

Thursday, July 14, 2022

Kleenex Goes in the Top, Right-Hand Drawer - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

Kleenex Goes in the Top, Right-Hand Drawer

 

They don’t talk about Kleenex in teacher-prep

But it is an essential for adolescent tears

The hissings of mean girls, heartbreak, mis-matched socks

The deaths of schoolmates

 

Kleenex goes in the top, right-hand drawer

Immediately to hand when the world goes wrong

Rejections, failing a test, no date from the prom

The deaths of schoolmates

 

Kleenex goes in the top, right-hand drawer

Sometimes it’s all you have

Wednesday, July 13, 2022

When Caesurae Go Bad - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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When Caesurae Go Bad

 

The dramatic pause-dash that - holds its breath

Is meant to create a – sense of tension

For dramatic effect; that’s what they - say

John Wayne uses the - caesura a lot

 

But since neither writers – nor editors – know

How to employ the worthy – caesura

They just - shoehorn it in any old place

Dramatic effect even in a - recipe

 

Stop using those dashes for pointless pauses

And save them for really important - causes

Tuesday, July 12, 2022

Patient Intake: Mis'ries - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

Patient Intake: Mis’ries

 

When I was a young LVN I didn’t understand

Mis’ries as a complaint or a diagnosis

From Viet-Nam I well knew GSW

Pneumothorax, traumatic amputation

 

But in the civilian ER I met old people

And when I asked what was wrong they said

Mis’ries, you know; I got me my mis’ries

Doctor Junior, he’ll know what I mean

 

It isn’t in the texts, but now that I’m old

I know about all about th’ mis’ries myself

 

(I was the first male LVN I ever knew)

Monday, July 11, 2022

The People of America Stand Tall - a sort-of poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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The People of America Stand Tall

 

When the American people are faced with a crisis

They buy toilet paper and semi-automatic rifles

 

And so are wiped out either way

Sunday, July 10, 2022

Poetry in the Desert - weekly column, 10 July 2022

 

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

Poetry in the Desert

 

A story told about Field Marshal Wavell is that while throwing some things into a bag for a field tour of soldiers defending India from invasion by the Japanese he asked if anyone had seen his Browning.

 

When someone pointed out that he was wearing it – his Browning 9mm – he said that he was looking for his copy of the poems of Robert Browning. In all his campaigns Wavell always carried poetry with him.

 

The life and career of Field Marshall Archibald Wavell has been the subject of numerous biographies, and rightly so. He campaigned against the Boers in South Africa, was arrested by the Russians as a spy (and he was) in 1912, was badly wounded and lost an eye leading his soldiers against the Germans in the First World War, served in the inter-war Palestinian Mandate, won Britain’s first victories in the Second World War, was admired by Rommel (who carried Wavell’s book on leadership with him in the desert) and despised by Churchill, and was the next to last Viceroy of India. Wavell was no Call of Duty keyboard commando; he was the real thing.  Archibald Wavell: Britain's first wartime victor | National Army Museum (nam.ac.uk)

 

Most of what passes for poetry now is self-obsessed, self-pitying wailing scribbled in free verse, which of course is not poetry at all.  But this was not true in Wavell’s Victorian youth, when poetry was written and read as a literary art, not therapy.  After the disasters of the First World War, the ‘flu epidemic, economic collapse and the deaths of millions poetry generally ceased to be structured, artistic, aesthetical pleasing, or encouraging, but many individuals resisted the chaos and maintained the strength and determination of their upbringing.

 

Indeed, for millennia almost all literature in all cultures was poetry. The greats we studied in school were soldiers, statesmen, businessmen, and agriculturalists first; writing poetry was a leisure activity but also something expected of every man or woman of substance. Prose as art comes to humanity late; the argument has been made that Cervantes’ Don Quixote is the first prose novel.

 

Thus, Wavell’s love of poetry was an inheritance of 10,000 or more years of civilization. One cannot imagine him spending an evening staring at a glowing screen.

 

Like Patton, Rommel, and other military leaders Wavell wrote scholarly articles and books on the practices of war, but reading poetry was his after-hours hobby and late in his life he edited a volume of his favorite poems entitled Other Men’s Flowers. One can only regret that his editor did not change that unfortunate title, for this is a volume of poetry mostly by men and mostly for men. The book, after all, is an anthology of a soldier’s personal favorites while on campaign and not a compendium of quota-driven scribbles.

 

Because this is an anthology one simply opens the book and finds a poem (they are all short ones). If one poem won’t do, then another one will.  Best of all, Wavell chose poets who respect the reader.

 

Both the hardback and the paperback are out of print, but they are still available cheap on Brazos de Dios.com (or is it some other river?). We spend much of our lives waiting for others or riding in the passenger seat, and it’s going-against-the-stream fun to be the only one in a waiting room with a book of instead of the omnipresent little Orwellian telescreen made in Shanghai. We might as well catch up on the eternal wisdom of our ancestors instead of obeying the transient lights and noises of programmers.

 

-30-

The Great Big Russian Doomsday Submarine - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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The Great Big Russian Doomsday Submarine

 

As with Leviathan or Moby Dick

Or Captain Nemo’s Nautilus, perhaps

The Belgorod haunts the darkness of the seas

And it haunts our minds, our darkest fears

 

We scorn shabby Russian gimcrackery

The wreckage of tanks, the ashes of men

Whose feeble aircraft flame down from the sky

But this thing – it needs to work only once

 

What if it’s real, so very real

That we don’t finish…

Saturday, July 9, 2022

Another Student. Another Funeral - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

Another Student.  Another Funeral

 

Another former student. Another funeral.

A folder with a photograph and a prayer

No one gave the cause of death - I only know

We’re not supposed to be burying our children

Friday, July 8, 2022

Builders of Empires - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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Builders of Empires

 

Great men of thought, of character and strength

Have built from time to time empires of industry

Empires of soldiers and sailors forcing conquests

Of ancient lands and nations for their own purposes

 

Great men have built ziggurats and stood upon them

Mapping the Dance of the sun, moon, and stars

Great men have written books, pondered the arts

And given us the empires of the mind

 

But a man alone in his cell telling his beads

Builds better and forever, for all of us

 

(In context “man” is gender-neutral. As Samuel Johnson would say, “And there’s an end on’t.”)

 

(“Empires of the mind” references a speech by Churchill at Harvard in 1943.)

Thursday, July 7, 2022

Man vs. the Awful Majesty of the Hummingbird

 

Lawrence Hall

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Man vs. the Awful Majesty of the Hummingbird

 

In the sun-soured heat of dusk I stood

Harvesting a few midsummer sunflower seeds

Tough prairie stock that the First Nations knew

A little sack of them to share with others

 

Under the half-moon a god appeared

A green-necked hummingbird of august mien

A tiny little god, but a god indeed

For it judged me a trespasser, and glared at me

 

And I withdrew respectfully

 

I wished I had a picture of the moment

But the moment was, and the moment is

Wednesday, July 6, 2022

What if the Banker Had to Stand in Line at Your House? - poem

 

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com 

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

What if the Banker Had to Stand in Line at Your House?

 

HOURS 1000-1100 and 1400-1500

 

What if the banker had to stand in line

          (six feet apart, please)

While you stared blankly at a computer screen

And finally mumbled, “Howc’nIhelpyoutoday”

While chewing gum and hardly looking up

 

What if the banker asked you a question

          (a mask is recommended)

And after a long, unproductive silence you mumbled

“notatthishouseyoucoulddoitonline”

Or “that’snothowyournameisinthesystem”

 

What if the banker actually did her job

          (WHAT!?)

Instead of balancing out her resume’?

Tuesday, July 5, 2022

Upon Reading C. S. Lewis' THE ABOLITION OF MAN - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

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Upon Reading C. S. Lewis’ The Abolition of Man

 

For Grace

 

“…the doctrine of objective value…”

-p. 29

 

At least I think I read it, did I not?

The book exists and was read, but by whom?

I’m beginning to feel that I’m the trousered ape

Who feels that a slide rule is for scratching one's back

 

But reality obtains – if a tree falls

That tree forever falling in the forest

In 7th grade science, and no one hears it

It sends a sound into the universe

 

I think I understand about truth and space

But if I’m confused, I’ll simply ask Grace!

Monday, July 4, 2022

Sunday Morning: A Dead 'Possum and Broken Glass - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

Sunday Morning: A Dead ‘Possum and Broken Glass

 

After the buzzards pluck the ‘possum’s eyes

Like businessmen at the airport Holiday Inn

Choosing olives for their plates at the buffet

It will still be grinning at the sun

 

After the beer bottle’s empty promises

And the powderings of broken glass have worn away

Along with the tire-tread promises of ads

A cardboard temptress will still be grinning at drunks

 

“We moved 84,000 cases this month”

The latest life-partner pukes on the trailer floor

Sunday, July 3, 2022

Independence Day and a Government of Merovingians - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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A Government of Merovingians, by Merovingians, and for Merovingians

 

John LeCarre’ asks what you owe to your country when you no longer recognize it.

 

-cover blurb, Silverview

 

Inadequate klansies in gas-station shades

Bullhornistas polluting the civic peace

Q-Anonsters lurking behind their screens

Purported patriots hiding behind their masks

 

Doxers sneaking and spying like Milton’s Satan

Gollums clutching their “My Precious!” black rifles

Censors memory-holing literature and art

Anti-Communists Communisting our lives

 

Drug gangs and firebombs, looters and spies:

This is a nation no one can recognize



(So work, vote, volunteer, and, as Mr. Churchill said, never give in.)

Saturday, July 2, 2022

Summer on the Lake - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com 

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

Summer on the Lake

 

Children slosh noisily about on a catamaran

While lovers in the shade sit with crosswords and drinks

Or barefoot stroll along the lakeside sand

Each wondering what the other thinks

 

Minnows hover in the amber shallows

Dragonflies search among bright waving flowers

Sheltered beneath wind-trembling Chinese tallows

Throughout the drowsy, dreamy summer hours

 

This is early July, soft winds in the dales -

Which means it’s time for back-to-school sales

Friday, July 1, 2022

Q - doggerel (or perhaps sheeperel)

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com 

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

Q

 

Where they go one, they go all

Just like sheep in a rented U-Haul

(Bah, bah, bah!)