Monday, October 26, 2015

A Few Fragmented Thoughts in Search of a Thesis

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Mack Hall, HSG Mhall46184@aol.com A Few Fragmented Thoughts in Search of a Thesis A cracker purported to be from the Titanic (how do...
Saturday, October 24, 2015

Listen to the Moon - A Poem

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Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com Listen to the Moon When you are very old, speak to the moon, Just as you did when you were very young...

The True-Born Englishman Wants his Nap - A Poem

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Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com The True-Born Englishman Wants his Nap Whenever an Englishman wants to sleep He attends a cricket mat...

Another Inadequate Baptismal Metaphor - A Poem

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Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com Another Inadequate Baptismal Metaphor September rain is a baptism of sorts Redeeming summer’s woods a...

Where are the Squirrels of Spring? - A Poem

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Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com Where are the Squirrels of Spring? (John Keats wrote much of the first line; I helped him with the res...

Deer Season

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Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com Deer Season An autumn morning in the chilly woods The campfire mostly ashes grey and warm Some early...

Night Terrors - A Poem

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Lawrence Hall mhall46184@aol.com Night Terrors When in the darkness monsters creeping near Chase all the dreams from a little boy’s h...

Halloween Follies of 2015

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Mack Hall, HSG Mhall46184@aol.com Halloween Follies of 2015 Halloween is dismissed by some as a superstitious folly, though of course i...
Sunday, October 18, 2015

An American Hero Who Wasn't an American

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Mack Hall Mhall46184@aol.com An American Hero Who Wasn’t an American An American hero died this week. He wasn’t an Americ...
Sunday, September 27, 2015

Prayer for Saint John Paul II with a Bar Code - Poem

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Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com Prayer for Saint John Paul II with a Bar Code A homily scrunched onto a prayer card A catal...

Blood Moon - Poem

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Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com Blood Moon The end of the world is upon us again Twice in one month our planet has been curse...

The Long Retreat - Poem

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Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com The Long Retreat Everything seems to be sad twilight now Our golden dusk has dimmed, and sl...

Song of the Wild Sheep - Poem

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Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com Song of the Wild Sheep Does a sheep ever long to be a free spirit? While waiting in a pen for she...

Cane, Shillelagh, or Pilgrim’s Staff?

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Mack Hall, HSG Mhall46184@aol.com Cane, Shillelagh, or Pilgrim’s Staff? A walking stick does not walk at all; it is carried by ...
Monday, September 21, 2015

On the Shortage of Farmhands - Poem

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Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com On the Shortage of Farmhands Or Got Gratitude? No televised awards for milking c...

Autumn Equinox with Heat and Dust - Poem

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Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com Autumn Equinox with Heat and Dust Perhaps old Janus is an autumn god His door is open to the summer...

An Offset Wing - Poem

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Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com An Offset Wing A pine nut rotors down, suspended from Its only wing for this its only flight ...

Notification of Death - Poem

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Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com Notification of Death A sheet of paper is a forest leaf Two sides of life reflected in the sun...

The Joint Task Force Combat Commando Pillow Brigade of Fluffy Death

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Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com The Joint Task Force Combat Commando Pillow Brigade of Fluffy Death During the American Revolut...

Room at the Inn

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Lawrence Hall, HSG Mhall46184@aol.com Room at the Inn If Jesus had been born in Newfoundland, the folks there would have found r...