The Bright Green Wheelie-Bin - poem

  

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

The Bright Green Wheelie-Bin

 

(Much Superior to a Red Wheelbarrow)

 

The wheelie-bin is pretty in its own way

Thick plastic moulded in ecological green

To be rumbly-dragged on garbage day

To the end of lane to grace our suburban scene

 

Very little depends upon the wheelie-bin:

Unpleasant household garbage on its rounds

The really useful stuff has been well dug in

The loam – potato peels and coffee grounds

 

But note ye well - this garden plot thickens

For we have sparrows and crows

but no white chickens

No More Pronouns, Then? DEI, Mr. Trump, and Mr. Shakespeare

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

No More Pronouns, Then?

 

 

A version of Henry V, that, yea, verily, will offend neither the rightistas nor the leftistas

 

 

Few, happy few, band of brothers;
For to-day that sheds blood with
Shall be brother; be ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think accursed were not here,
And hold manhoods cheap while speaks
That fought with upon Saint Crispin’s day

 

Or better yet:

 

Few, happy few, band of siblings;
For to-day that contributes bodily fluid with
Shall be sibling; be ne’er so vile,
This day shall equalise even more equally an existing state of equality:
And persons in a subset of the United Rulerdom now a-bed
Shall think mildly disapproved were not here,
And hold personhoods cheap and so in need of therapy while speaks
That negotiated with upon the 25^th of October

Do Dreams Fade Away at Dawn? Or Do We? - short poem

  

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

Do Dreams Fade Away at Dawn? Or Do We?

 

Do dreams beyond the dreamer dream

The imagined lands from deepest night

In which we live and seem to love -

Do they exist at morning’s light?

It Became Necessary to Destroy the Constitution to Save It - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

It Became Necessary to Destroy the Constitution to Save It

 

-as an unnamed army major in Viet-Nam did not say

 

 

When old Rip Van Me wakes up each morning he finds

A world unlike the one when his nap began -

Who are these angry faces on great screens?

Why are there cracks in the Capitol dome?

 

Arrests and deportations, mobs with clench’ed fists

Grim armored vehicles patrolling our city streets

A presidential advisor hurling Nazi salutes

Personal loyalty checks within our surveillance state

 

When old Rip Van Me wakes up each morning he finds

A nation of madmen who have lost their minds