Sunday, September 30, 2018

A Devout Sunday Morning Meditation Invoking a Firing Squad - poem (of a sort)

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Lawrence Hall mhall46184@aol.com A Devout Sunday Morning Meditation Invoking a Firing Squad “I do none harm, I say none harm, I thin...
Saturday, September 29, 2018

And the Senator's Boy is a Harvard Man - poem

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Lawrence Hall mhall46184@aol.com And the Senator’s Boy is a Harvard Man A corporal on his embarkation leave Encounters a girl: “Tell...
Friday, September 28, 2018

The Future of Texas is in Prison - poem

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Lawrence Hall mhall46184@aol.com The Future of Texas is in Prison A class for correctional officers at the local community colleg...
Thursday, September 27, 2018

The Coming Blue Wave - or is it a Red Wave? - doggerel

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Lawrence Hall mhall46184@aol.com The Coming Blue Wave - or is it a Red Wave? I can’t remember my color, can you? One side is the bad...
Wednesday, September 26, 2018

John Bolton Rattles his Moustache of War - Doggerel

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Lawrence Hall mhall46184@aol.com John Bolton Rattles his Moustache of War The National Security Advisor In all his frumpery and trump...
Tuesday, September 25, 2018

The Teletype Machine in CASABLANCA - poem

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Lawrence Hall mhall46184@aol.com The Teletype Machine in Casablanca To all officers: 504 ERROR Two German couriers DIAGNOSED WITH AFI...
Monday, September 24, 2018

Our Lady of Walsingham - poem

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Lawrence Hall mhall46184@aol.com Our Lady of Walsingham O how beautiful is Our Lady Queen! Queen of our hearts and hopes, and of the ...
Sunday, September 23, 2018

#TheNewSwastika# - poem

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Lawrence Hall mhall46184@aol.com #TheNewSwastika# #iobey #meweak #isubmit #mefollow #idon’tthink #pleasedon’tdisapproveofme #itoo #a...
Saturday, September 22, 2018

Harvest Time in the Fens: Saint Michael's Church, Chesterton

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Lawrence Hall mhall46184@aol.com Harvest Time in the Fens St. Michael’s Church, Chesterton A calendar knows little of a day, Of a...
Friday, September 21, 2018

Dispatches from the Colonial Office - poem

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Lawrence Hall mhall46184@aol.com Dispatches from the Colonial Office Sometimes they are all Up the Down Staircase : Please use the co...
Thursday, September 20, 2018

20 September 1870 - poem

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Lawrence Hall mhall46184@aol.com 20 September 1870 Like vultures hovering over the faithful dead The rank red rags of base repression...
Wednesday, September 19, 2018

A Venus Flytrap Justifies its Diet of Flesh - poem

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Lawrence Hall mhall46184@aol.com A Venus Flytrap Justifies its Diet of Flesh I mean, like, veg, you couldn’t expect me to eat A fello...
Tuesday, September 18, 2018

I Lost a Major Credit Card, Apparently in Mumbai - poem

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Lawrence Hall mhall46184@aol.com I Lost a Major Credit Card, Apparently in Mumbai For security and training purposes this call may be...
Monday, September 17, 2018

Life is an Unreliable Narrator - poem

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Lawrence Hall mhall46184@aol.com Life is an Unreliable Narrator The typewriter misses one of its keys Every word is an orphan, and th...
Sunday, September 16, 2018

Everybody Comes to Rick's Pancake House Franchise - doggerel

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Lawrence Hall mhall46184@aol.com Everybody Comes to Rick’s Pancake House Franchise Changing the channels in the middle of the night M...
Saturday, September 15, 2018

"A Cave of Young Earth Dragons" - poem

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Lawrence Hall mhall46184@aol.com The Poetry of John Keats is not Safe You may find there “a cave of young earth dragons” Or with a “s...
Friday, September 14, 2018

Crises Both Foreign and Domestic Reduced to Dogs and Cats - poem

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Lawrence Hall mhall46184@aol.com Crises Both Foreign and Domestic Reduced to Dogs and Cats World leaders thunder denunciations      ...
Thursday, September 13, 2018

We've Ridden Out Storms of Bad Reporting Before - a column about hurricane reporters

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Lawrence Hall, HSG Mhall46184@aol.com We’ve Ridden Out Storms of Bad Reporting Before There is nothing amusing about hurricanes; they ...

The Hour of Our Lord 0945 - poem

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Lawrence Hall mhall46184@aol.com The Hour of Our Lord 0945   I. Few of us seek for any of those keys Of which graduation orators s...
Wednesday, September 12, 2018

"Sounds, and Sweet Airs..." - poem

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Lawrence Hall mhall46184@aol.com “Sounds, and Sweet Airs…” Be not afeard. The isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs that...