Sunday, February 26, 2023

You Don't Imagine Your Sunday School Teacher - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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Poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

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Fellowshipandfairydust.com

 

You Don’t Imagine Your Sunday School Teacher

 

You don’t imagine your Sunday school teacher

As a once-upon-a-time young girl

A slender young girl with flowers in her hair

Running barefoot through a summer field

 

To meet her other self at the edge of the trees

Where the honeysuckle vines cling to each other

You don’t imagine your Sunday school teacher

As a once-upon-a-time young girl

 

Except sometimes when she pauses and sighs

And her eyes look beyond the Jesus-poster walls

Saturday, February 25, 2023

The Ninth Commandment 2.0 - doggerel


Lawrence Hall

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Fellowshipandfairydust.com

 

The Ninth Commandment 2.0

 

It’s on the InterGossip; it must be true

Now let us see what people are saying about you!

Thursday, February 23, 2023

The Honorable Kevin McCarthy Recognizes Tucker Carlson - doggerel

 

Lawrence Hall

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Poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

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Hellopoetry.com

Fellowshipandfairydust.com

 

The Honorable Kevin McCarthy Recognizes Tucker Carlson

 

And only Tucker Carlson

 

The First Amendment defends everyone’s views

And does not surrender the nation to Fox News

Wednesday, February 22, 2023

Honorable Liar, Honorable Liar, Honorable Pants on Fire - doggerel

 

Lawrence Hall

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Fellowshipandfairydust.com

 

Honorable Liar, Honorable Liar, Honorable Pants on Fire

 

If we pay attention over time

We learn about our government this jot:

Lying to Congress is a crime

Lying from Congress is not

 

Ozymandias 'N' Things - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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Poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

Logosophiamag.com

Hellopoetry.com

Fellowshipandfairydust.com

 

Ozymandias ‘N’ Things

 

I met a UPS driver from an antique land

Who said – “Down the road two shopping malls

Decay along the road, on either hand

Broken doors lead into empty, echoing halls

 

The blown-out signs are ghostly anymore

Their electric lights are dead; the letters decay

Around the logo of each long-dead store

And in their emptiness they seem to say:

 

Look upon my works, ye mighty –

 

Sears, Radio Shack, Montgomery Ward, Mr. Pickwick, Circuit City, Bonwit Teller, Gimbel’s, Brooks Brothers, Woolworth’s, Marshall Field’s, Kresge’s, Blockbuster, Border’s, CompUSA, Sharper Image, Tower Records, Toys R Us, B. Dalton, Levitz, Waldenbooks, Thom McAn, Linens N Things, KB toys, Mervyn’s, Lord & Taylor, Joske’s

 

- and despair”

Sunday, February 19, 2023

New York Invaded by Communist Spy Alligator - weekly column 2.19.2023

 

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

New York Invaded by Communist Spy Alligator

 

On Sunday morning a four-foot alligator was found swimming in Brooklyn’s Prospect Park Lake.

 

Reptiles of a sort are not uncommon in New York, but not alligators.  The question being asked all over America this week is if this was a Communist Chinese spy alligator checking out the nuclear capability of the paddle boats.

 

President Xi has neither confirmed nor denied that this was in fact a Communist Chinese weather alligator.

 

Park workers pulled the creature out of the water for something less than $450,000 each and took it to an animal care center for evaluation: “Well, yeah, that’s an alligator.  A cold alligator.”

 

Greta Thunberg will burn tons of fuel to fly to New York in a luxury jet, assemble the park staff, and Miz Grundy at them, “How dare you! How DARE you!” The park staff will obediently applaud her.

 

Canadian Prime Minister Trudeau will state that he gave the order for New York park workers to seize the alligator as part of our NORAD agreement.

 

Al Gore will blame global warming.

 

Meaghan and Harry will blame Queen Camilla.

 

Congressman George Santos will claim that with one hand tied behind his back he wrestled that twelve-foot, 1,200-pound alligator into submission and thus saved New York from Godzilla.

 

We don’t know what the Vice President said; no one does.

 

President Biden is expected to address the nation this evening and stand tall for America against any waterborne incursions by unidentified reptiles.

 

Fox News may or may not claim that New York was not invaded by illegal alligators during the Trump presidency.

 

Somewhere a kindergarten class will be directed to sponsor a naming contest for the poor little misunderstood alligator. AlligatoryMcAlligatorFace will win. Bet on it.

 

North Korea will launch a nuclear-capable alligator toward Japan.

 

Since Sunday there have been reported alligator sightings in Stoner, British Columbia, along the coast of Nunavut, and at a Tim Horton’s at Niagara Falls. It’s a plot. They’re coming. Watch the skies! Watch the rivers! Watch the bathroom drains! Watch the Air Force generals give each other more medals!

 

-30-

 

Saturday, February 18, 2023

The Saturday Morning Tee-Ball Hero - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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Poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

Logosophiamag.com

Hellopoetry.com

Fellowshipandfairydust.com

 

The Saturday Morning Tee-Ball Hero

 

This one’s for you, tee-ball dads!

 

A little moppet scampers around the tee

Waving her plastic bat as a warrior’s sword

Or as a fairy-wand to magic the day

Her first-ever tee-ball lesson with Dad

 

He places the ball upon the tee; she swings –

“Now wait until Daddy takes his hand away…”

WHACK!

He didn’t know the bat was all that hard!

 

He rubs his hand and adjusts his cap; she laughs –

At her daddy the Saturday tee-ball hero

Friday, February 17, 2023

On the Consumption of Art - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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Poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

Logosophiamag.com

Hellopoetry.com

Fellowshipandfairydust.com

 

On the Consumption of Art

 

An artist writes about the consumption of art

As if a painting, a poem, a video

A statue in the lobby of the medical center

Were a tin of meatballs and spaghetti

 

But we do not consume a work of art

Sometimes we almost seem to marry it

Joining art in a sacrament of love

Beyond the velvet ropes of ownership

 

That which can be possessed can be consumed

But neither art nor love is a commodity

Thursday, February 16, 2023

Not Exactly Saint Mark - short poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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Fellowshipandfairydust.com

 

Not Exactly Saint Mark

 

“Who do you say that I am?”

 

‘“Whom,’” replied the local schoolmaster.

Wednesday, February 15, 2023

Attitude Check - short poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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Fellowshipandfairydust.com

 

Attitude Check

 

Climb down off your white horse

And sit in the shade of the trees

To drink from your canteen

A taste of humility

The 'Way-Cool Coffee Shop - poem

 Lawrence Hall

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Fellowshipandfairydust.com

 

The ‘Way-Cool Coffee Shop

 

Down in the street little eddies of wind were whirling dust and torn paper into spirals, and though the sun was shining and the sky a harsh blue, there seemed to be no colour in anything…

 

-George Orwell, 1984

 

Dirty windows glare out onto the parking lot

Where debris is blown by the sour winter wind

While worn-out Mardi Gras decorations

Slap against old awnings and creaking poles

 

The get-it-yourself coffee is cold

Every pump: the purported French Roast

Vienna Nights, Istanbul Breakfast Blend

Jamaican Mountain Select, American Road

 

They go well with the rubbery croissant

And its greasy smear of farm-fresh spread

Sunday, February 12, 2023

The Great Canadian-American Balloon Shoot - weekly column 12 February 2023

 

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

The Great Canadian-American Balloon Shoot

 

Last week Prime Minister Pierre Trudeau stated that he had ordered an American fighter aircraft to shoot down an unidentified flying object over northern Canada.

 

The Canadian prime minister can give orders to the American military?

 

One’s initial response might be to quote a character in John Wayne’s flawed but visually interesting film The Alamo who asks the rhetorical question, “Who do he think he am? Andy by-God Jackson?”

 

But in fact, yes, under NORAD agreements and duties shared by The Dominion of Canada and the United States of America there are occasions when Canada has strictly delineated and limited authority over U.S. military forces just as there are occasions when the U.S. has strictly delineated and limited authority over Canadian military forces.

 

Tilting the point-of-view of a globe (a flat map won’t do) from the north shows that the quickest routes for hostile attacks on Canada or the U.S.A. from some nations is over the polar ice. NORAD is a sine qua non for North America’s safety.

 

It's just that one does not imagine Mr. Trudeau ordering anything more militant than a vegan takeout.

 

But then, much the same obtains for our national leadership, which seems to have taken its methods of debate not from Major Roberts but from Cruella deVille.

 

As of this writing, the United States has shot down (maybe) off the coast of South Carolina a balloon following its leisurely tour of North America, a “cylindrical object” (maybe) over Deadhorse, Alaska (which may explain why the poor horse is dead), and, per the orders of Prime Minister Trudeau, another cylindrical object (maybe) over the Yukon. Sergeant Preston has not yet found the downed object.

 

On Sunday afternoon Mr. Trudeau said that Canada will recover the object. Canada. Leave Canada’s stuff alone [Justin Trudeau (@JustinTrudeau) / Twitter]. Mr. Trudeau ordered the United States to shoot down the UFO (that may or may not exist) and then Mr. Trudeau ordered the United States not to recover it. Yes, sir, Mr. Trudeau, sir.

The United States claims to have found parts of the balloon, but the cylindrical objects, like North Vietnamese patrol boats in the Gulf of Tonkin long ago, seem to be unsolved mysteries.

 

A fourth “radar anomaly” was seen or not seen over Montana on Saturday night [Montana congressman says mystery object detected above Havre remains above US | Daily Mail Online]. Mr. Trudeau has not ordered the United States either to shoot it or to stay away from it.

 

And, as your ‘umble scrivener ends this on Sunday evening, the news reports another mysterious something shot down over Lake Huron. Maybe.

 

We should all ask Representative George Santos of the 3rd Congressional District of New York for the truth of the matter.

 

-30-

Saturday, February 11, 2023

Super-Servile Sunday - a rebuke of Superbowl-ness

Lawrence Hall, HSG

mhall46184@qol.com


                                                              Super-Servile Sunday

 

O sink not down to that corrosive couch,

Docile before the Orwellian screen
That regulates the lives of the servile,
Dictating dress and drink, demeanor, dreams;
Declare your independence from the sludge
Of vague obedientiaries who drowse
Away their empty lives in submission
To harsh, diagonal inches of rule,
Poor weaklings chanting tainted tribal songs
In chorus hamsterable, huddled, heaped,
While costumed in their masters’ liveries,
And feeling little while thinking even less,
The very model of the State’s non-men,
Predictable and dull, submissive ghosts
Crowded, herded in cosmic cattle chutes,
Reflected in dim, noisy nothingness.

But you, O you, be not of them, but be

A wanderer in the moonlight, one known
To God, there in His holy solitude.


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The Pastor Who Pinched my Walkman - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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Fellowshipandfairydust.com

 

The Pastor Who Pinched my Walkman

 

He was on television receiving an award

Community service to marginalized youth

And chairman of a committee of community pastors

For the promotion of community somethings

 

I remembered him from the fifth period

He was a funny kid when term began

By May his eyes had narrowed and his smile was gone

So was my Walkman, but I wished him well

 

When after a few more years he was sentenced to prison

It wasn’t for pinching somebody’s Walkman

Dreams Blown Apart at 60,000 Feet - Poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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Logosophiamag.com

Hellopoetry.com

Fellowshipandfairydust.com

 

Dreams Blown Apart at 60,000 Feet

 

Spiraling down from the empyrean blue

Like a gutter-flung cigarette stub

Or a vapor trail over winter fields

Dreams blown apart at 60,000 feet

 

A spy balloon cannot compete with love

In its ascent to impossible heights

An unexpected launch

                                                 a sudden death

A fallen mystery lost among the ice

 

That brief encounter in the turn of a dance

Shot down with only her disapproving glance

Friday, February 10, 2023

Does the Moon Write Back? - very short poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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Fellowshipandfairydust.com

 

Does the Moon Write Back?

 

Sometimes I wonder: does the moon ever write

A poem about me or you?

Thursday, February 9, 2023

Everybody Writes a Poem About the Moon - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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Fellowshipandfairydust.com

 

Everybody Writes a Poem About the Moon

 

Everybody writes about the moon

Often trying to force a balky rhyme

Along the continuum of spoon and croon

Which just won’t fill the bill, the quill, or the time

 

But the moon is there, whether we write or not

Silver and cool, beyond our scribbled praise

In contrast to the sun, golden and hot

Promoting himself through all of summer’s days

 

Everybody writes about the moon

Who in her being is all the rhyme we need

Tuesday, February 7, 2023

What Communists Learned from History - weekly column, 5 February 2023

 

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

What Communists Learned from History

 

Maxwell Smart and The Chief conferring under The Cone of Silence might have come up with a more effective method of downing the Chinese spy balloon than our Space Command or whatever it is we’ve got defending us from The Helium Peril.

 

Yes, we do have a Space Command [Home (spacecom.mil)] complete with all sorts of costumes, a theme song entitled “The Space Force March,” and seven “warfighting units” – yes, that’s what they’re called, “warfighting units” - with cool shoulder patches.

 

Photographs show that the Space Command features at least six different kinds of attractive uniforms, so if this nation cannot control its own skies it can at least control fashion shows.

 

One of the uniforms is of a forest leaf pattern, which is curious given that spacecraft and space itself are devoid of forests. 

 

According to its own site the Space Command is responsible for defending us against threats (maybe Klingons?) more than 100 kilometres above the surface of the earth, so technically a Chinese balloon is not in their remit. Still, it could have been a chance for the Space Command to set phasers on stun and show the guys from Peking just who’s boss of American skies.

 

As for the purported civilian weather balloon, nah; no one believes that form of camouflage. Lots of nations spy on each other with balloons, airplanes, fishing boats, and other vessels and devices, all of them said to be civilian craft for the purpose of plausible deniability. Spies lie; it’s what they do.

 

An Air Force fighter shot down the spy balloon and its gadgetry with a missile said to cost over $400,000.  The merry lads in Peking claim to be outraged about the shootdown but probably they are merely amused. A balloon is low-tech and probably costs less than a missile, and this one was allowed to float over North America for days while gathering information. Whether or not it was effective it was inexpensive, and Uncle Xi enjoyed pulling Uncle Sam’s whiskers.

 

The irony is that we all read, heard, and saw the story on electronic devices made in Shanghai. If the Communists want to know what we’re talking about they could probably tap a few keys and have the computerized thermostats in our refrigerators listen in.

 

And, say, don’t you think the coffee machine has been acting a little suspiciously lately?

 

This nation has been attacked, not simply watched, through the military use of balloons. In 1944-1945 the Japanese launched against North America thousands of balloons armed with explosives and incendiaries [New Documentary Delves into the Japanese WWII Terror Weapon: The Fu-Go Balloon Bomb (historynet.com)].  Several thousand of these made landfall and killed six people and caused some damage. Some of these devices might have failed and if so a few unexploded bombs remain lost in the woods and mountains of the American West.

 

Modern Communists learned history well from the imperial Japanese of eighty years ago – cobble together a few rudimentary barometric mechanisms for controlling height through the measured disposal of gasses and ballast and know the seasonal air currents on the same academic level as a seventh-grader. Launch. Wait. See.

 

Now, then, what clever boy or girl in some hostile nation is up to some unexpected mischief based on lessons learned from the German Enigma or the British Turing-Welchman Bombe?

 

-30-

Sunday, February 5, 2023

Assisted Living -poem

 

 

 

Lawrence Hall

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Poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

Logosophiamag.com

Hellopoetry.com

Fellowshipandfairydust.com

 

“Remarkably Like Any Other Place”

 

For Tod

 

Who is in assisted living

Assisting others in living

 

Rich: This is an awful place.

 

More: Except it’s keeping me from you, my dears, it’s not so bad. Remarkably like any other place.

 

Alice: It drips!

 

More: Yes. Too near the river.

 

-Robert Bolt, A Man for All Seasons

 

Life is a pilgrimage from cell to cell:

The bedroom of one’s childhood, the college dorm

The noisy barracks, merry in spite of all

Eighty conscript soldiers bunked out in rows

 

The marriage home set forth among trees and grass

A comfortable chair with a lamp and books

The office with its official desks and files

And Sunday liturgies in an accustomed pew

 

All these are now condensed into a cell

Where God has chosen to live and wait with you



(I suppose I'd better clarify that my friend Tod sees his room as a monastic cell, not a prison cell!)

Friday, February 3, 2023

That Chinese Spy Balloon - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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Logosophiamag.com

Hellopoetry.com

Fellowshipandfairydust.com

 

That Chinese Spy Balloon

 

“Number Six is dead. Rover got him.”

 

-Patrick McGoohan’s The Prisoner

 

A spy balloon lurks over Montana

And nobody seems to know what to do

Against the intruder Top Guns launch themselves

But only circle around it piteously

 

They slink away, intimidated by a balloon

That takes its pictures and samples with insolence

Unmenaced by our Merovingian regime

Generals bemedaled like Russian doormen

 

Our leaders stumble over each other’s gaffes

While in Shanghai the Politburo laughs

MUSICAL TABLES, Billy Collins - a brief review

 Lawrence Hall

mhall46184@aol.com


Musical Tables, Billy Collins: A White-Space Ripoff

If you purchase this volume as a notebook with a few piquant aphorisms already scribbled here and there on its pages you will have some value for your $26 (now under $20 via Amazon).  If you buy it as a volume of poetry you will delight in many of those brief witticisms but as a whole might be disappointed that Mr. Collins and Random House have your money and you have lots of wasted wood pulp.


Thursday, February 2, 2023

El Camino Real de los Tejas - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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Fellowshipandfairydust.com

 

El Camino Real de los Tejas

 

A WPA highway crumbling in the sun

Oriented west where dreams disappear

Among the beer cans and the cinder blocks:

El Camino Real de los Tejas

 

Sharing a joint, throwing rocks at snakes

Where the Santa Fe tracks used to run

Now there’s not even a bus out of town:

El Camino Real de los Tejas

 

They don’t even know that they’re the sons of kings:

In exile along El Camino Real

Appropriating Babushkas from the Orthodox - poem

 


Lawrence Hall

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Logosophiamag.com

Hellopoetry.com

Fellowshipandfairydust.com

 

Appropriating Babushkas from the Orthodox

 

(upon the first Sunday home from the hospital)

 

A babushka badly in need of a hearing aid

Asked me if I would sub for the missing lector

I apologetically said I really didn’t feel up to it

And would she please ask somebody else.

 

I tracked her progress back to the narthex by sound:

 

“HE SAYS HE DON’T WANNA HE’S SICK!”  “HE SAYS HE DON’T WANNA HE’S SICK!” “HE SAYS HE DON’T WANNA HE’S SICK!” “HE SAYS HE DON’T WANNA HE’S SICK!” “HE SAYS HE DON’T WANNA HE’S SICK!”  “HE SAYS HE DON’T WANNA HE’S SICK!” “HE SAYS HE DON’T WANNA HE’S SICK!” “HE SAYS HE DON’T WANNA HE’S SICK!”

 

But it’s all good; God gives us babushkas

To show us that the Faith, like the babushkas

 

Will never go away