Disney's MACBETH - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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Disney’s Macbeth

 

Upon the release of Joel Coen’s version

 

I want to see Macbeth in Technicolor

Almost Disney-ish, in cheery pastels,

With bright-lit halls and sunny fields of flowers

And maybe Annette as Lady Macbeth

 

And let Macbeth be a comely youth

With muscular hands that wield both sword and pen

An honest merry face that smiles with ease

Sweet words and penitent Aves on his lips

 

The world is well-lit ever since the ark -

It is the human heart that lurks in the dark

Macbeth and His Lawnmower - poem (of a sort)

Lawrence Hall
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Macbeth and His Lawnmower

My day of mowing has fallen into the sere
The yellow leaf, the brown leaf, still more leaves
Leaves, leaves, leaves, heaps of leaves, Birnam leaves - aaaaargh!
I look toward Birnam – weeds begin to move!

And that mowing which should accompany old age
I must not look to have; the mower won’t start -
Curses, both loud and deep, against false starts
The carburetor-breath which mocketh me

My day of mowing has fallen into the sere –
Methinks – methinks me’ll haveth another beer

Lady Macbeth's Advice to Young Men Contemplating the Holy and Honourable Estate of Matrimony - poem

Lawrence Hall
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Lady Macbeth’s Advice to Young Men Contemplating

the Holy and Honourable Estate of Matrimony

Okay, yeah, sure, a little domestic strife
A resume written with a big ol’ knife
But if you want to get ahead in life
Even a king should listen to his wife

Shakespeare in the Pork - poem

Lawrence Hall, HSG
mhall46184@aol.com

Shakespeare in the Pork

Is this a protest which I see before me,
Clichés to abuse the script? Come, let me meme thee.
I have a master’s degree, so hold still.
Art thou not, sign waver, a Democrat?

Or art thou but a pale Republican
Proceeding from the heat-oppres’sed brain?
(that swamp metaphor, remember?)
I see thee yet, in form as palpable
As a 1950s fraternity boy

Civility thickens, and threatens life’s play
So all you ideologues, just
                                              go
                                                      away