Monday, February 8, 2021

A Saint Valentine's Day Gift for my Daughter - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

A Saint Valentine’s Day Gift for my Daughter

Who Lives Far Away

 

Sunday Morning

Via electrical mail

 

Dear Child,

 

An agent of the federal government

May or may not deliver a package to you

Tomorrow, or not just one but maybe two

Or maybe one package at one time and

 

Maybe the second package at another

Or maybe there is only one package

Or maybe two, or, like Schrodinger's Cat

You may consider that there is a package

 

In your mailbox and be content with that

As a perception of reality

 

Love,

 

 

Your Old Dad

Saturday, February 6, 2021

Super Servile Sunday - poem / re-post

 

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 fling

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 through cosmic cattle chutes

Reflected in dim, noisy nothingness.

 

But you…

 

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

A wanderer in the moonlight, one known

To God and to His holy solitude.

Another Day of Rioting - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

Another Day of Rioting

 

There they go again, screaming at each other

In a land of plenty, but all wanting more

Through posturing, threatening, bullying

And blaming each other for the wreckage

 

There they go again, screaming at each other

Bluejays and cardinals are the noisiest of all

And squirrels muscling in on the action

Crows refereeing from branches up high

 

There they go again, screaming each other

Around their seed-feeder beneath their oak

Friday, February 5, 2021

Time Change, Battery Change, Spare Change - weekly column

 

Mack Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

Time Change, Battery Change, Spare Change

 

“Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in.”

 

-Thoreau

 

One of my better ideas - well, okay, one of my few good ideas - was to learn from the InterGossip how to pop the back of a wristwatch and change the battery.

 

Most watches are electrical now, which saves the wearer the unspeakable agony of winding a watch once a day. Whew! Thank goodness for labor-saving gadgets. Now there’s time (so to speak) to write that book you’ve been planning.

 

Batteries fail, though, and jewelers charge an hour hand and a second hand to change them. If you can do it yourself, you can save lots of pocket change for that time change.

 

For watches with pop-off backs I use a jewelers’ screwdriver as a pry.

 

For a threaded back, you will need a watch wrench. A pipe wrench won’t do.

 

When my Swiss Army Watch (maybe or maybe not made in Switzerland; the band was labeled “Made in China”) battery failed I bought via the Intergossip an adjustable three-point wrench for opening watches with threaded backs.

 

The first time I opened my shiny, heavy, sturdy, manly Swiss Army Watch I was surprised to see that the functional gut of the thing was a tiny motor housed in tiny little plastic sleeve. And it didn’t last long. After my second disposable Swiss Army Watch I went back to cheap Timex watches, which have lasted much longer.

 

When you remove the back from a watch you should do so in a clean, dry atmosphere so that the watch’s innards don’t get dirty or damp. Before you remove the old battery take a picture of it so you can place the new battery correctly. Note the make and numbers on the battery, and then access a battery chart on the InterGossip – different makers of the same battery number it differently, and if you don’t have the same brand in your tool box or if it’s not available at the store, you will know what other brand will serve.

 

From the InterGossip I bought a big card of all sorts of different off-brand watch batteries / button batteries, and I can usually find what I need. If not, I then drive to the store and buy one that will do, although it will be pricier.

 

If I owned an expensive watch I would be reluctant to take off the back at all, but since I have only a couple of Wal-Mart Timex watches (one with a brown band, one with a black band), I don’t worry about it. And I haven’t botched a job yet. You’ve got an old Timex reposing peacefully in the back of a drawer; practice with that.

 

Young people don’t wear watches anymore; they check the time on their little Orwellian telescreens, but for a high school student a cheap watch is a nice beginning-of-term gift. During their junior and senior years students have to take so many STUPID tests for college admissions and scholarships, and pulling out a MePhone even to check the time is an instant turn-in-your-test-and-go-home-now thing; a watch for telling time (unless it’s got a little calculator in it) is safe.

 

Beside, the other students will be fascinated: “Is that a wristwatch? I’ve seen them in old movies!”

 

CAUTION: WATCH BATTERIES / BUTTON BATTERIES ARE DANGEROUS TO CHILDREN AND ANIMALS. Little batteries are tiny and shiny, attractive to little children, animals, and some sophomores. If swallowed there is enough electrical kick in a button battery to burn through the wall of the esophagus or stomach

(Swallowed Button Batteries Must be Removed: Study (webmd.com)).

 

When I change the batteries in a watch or toy I do so over the open drawer of my desk so that if I drop a battery or one of those tiny little screws it’s safe.

 

Watches, like pocket notebooks and fountain pens and pocketknives, are out of fashion now, but they’re useful and even fun.

 

-30-

 

Prayer Group in a Cinder-Block Room - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

Prayer Group in a Cinder-Block Room

 

A Prisoner's Voice:


We’re all here for all sorts of different crimes

I made it for about three years last time

Built my business back up, rented a house

Married my baby-momma and started being a dad

 

And I was feeling good about everything

My old customers came back and trusted me

I was sure grateful to them; went back to church

My wife and kids and mom were proud of me

 

I got cocky; I thought I had it all whipped

I’m back in this white suit for another ten

Thursday, February 4, 2021

“San Francisco Sues its Own School District to Reopen Classes” - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

“San Francisco Sues its Own School District to Reopen Classes”

 

-Associated Press

 

Student Voices:

 

“I need help in understanding Don Quixote

Karamazov for me,” replies her friend

“For Christmas I received the Q edition

of The Oxford Book of English Verse,” says another

 

(And the Board exclaims, “The Q edition!? Eeeeeeek!”)

 

“I’m prepping Latin with our parish priest”

“Well, I’m tackling The Faerie Queene this year”

“I’m writing our class play in iambic hexameter”

“I wish I could read Pushkin in the original Russian”

 

(And the Board asks, “Pushkin? What’s their team like this season?”)

 

Student Chorus:

 

“We’ve got to study harder, everyone agrees

Lest we be as dense as our school’s trustees”

 

 

 

Wednesday, February 3, 2021

If Your Life Were a Time Capsule - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

If Your Life Were a Time Capsule

 

If your life were a time capsule of sorts

In what cornerstone would you brick in in

Against a mysterious opening day

When someone in the future would open you up

 

What would be found in the shell you left behind?

Shifting memories of moments of ecstasies

And mournful ghosts of sorrows best suppressed

And careful lists of long discarded dreams

 

If your life were a time capsule of sorts

What would you choose of you as a temporal deposit?

Monday, February 1, 2021

The Presentation of the Rodent - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

 

The Presentation of the Rodent

 

“The Feast of Candlemas…is perhaps the most ancient festival of Our Lady.”

 

-Missale Romanum

 

The Catholic funeral home calendar

Prints “GROUNDHOG DAY (USA)” in generous type

“The Presentation of the Lord,” well, not so much

And “                                1 not at all

 

Perhaps one day we faithful will look out

From our dark-tunneled burrows of lost time

And gaze upon the morning shadows to ask

If there will be 2,000 more years of civilization

 

Because in the Temple

 

Our Lady presents unto our Lord the Child

But we present unto ourselves - a rat

 

 

 

1 The Purification of Our Lady

 

Follow the Science Down Rabbit Holes - poem

 

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

Follow the Science Down Rabbit Holes

 

Infections are up and deaths are ‘way down

Or is it that infections are down and deaths are up?

Schools must be closed and the restaurants open

Or schools must be open and restaurants closed

 

Vaccinations are available, except when they’re not

And are necessary for all, except when they’re not

And masks are necessary, except when they’re not

And Saint Blaise blessed us at some thirty feet 1

 

The captains and kings 2 and whitecoats falter

 

And the rest of us

 

Can only leave all at the foot of the Altar

 

 

 

 

1 Per the bishop’s order, throats were blessed at a distance in petition to Saint Blaise, with the priest adding, “And we can hope there is a blessing.”

 

2 Kipling, “Recessional”

Sunday, January 31, 2021

A Young Roman Responds to Saint Benedict - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

A Young Roman Responds to Saint Benedict

 

“We are about to open a school for God’s service…”

 

-Rule, St. Benedict

 

Okay, but what about your S.T.E.M. offerings?

Does your footer pitch have artificial turf?

The books are too heavy - I have a note

My feelings are covered by the ADA

 

Silence? But I gotta have my tunes, man!

“Correction of Youths?” My mummy will sue!

“Daily manual labor” – may I be excused?

“No talk after Compline” – But can I text?

 

OMG OMG nonononono OMG, no?

 

Not for me, dude; and this I’ve got to say:

I know that your program’s famously prestigious

But I am, like, spiritual, not religious

And, hey, you know, you’re just not Harvard, okay?

Saturday, January 30, 2021

Sensuous Sophia the Sex Robot - doggerel

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

Sensuous Sophia the Sex Robot

 

I guess that’s okay, the wise man mutters,

But is she any good at cleaning gutters?

Friday, January 29, 2021

A Child of God and of Long Summer Afternoons - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

A Child of God and of Long Summer Afternoons

 

Do you remember lying on the grassy bank

On a summer afternoon, holding very still

Watching the minnows only inches from your eyes?

And do you remember the earthy smell

 

Of the amber-colored water?

 

How many moments in your adult life

Have been as good as that?

Thursday, January 28, 2021

A Child of God and of Summer Afternoons - weekly column

 

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

A Child of God and of Summer Afternoons

 

Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in.

 

-Thoreau

 

In an early episode of Gunsmoke Marshal Dillon reads in the newspaper that passenger trains will soon be traveling at 25 miles per hour. Chester says something to the effect of, “Mr. Dillon, I just don’t think that God meant for people to travel that fast.”

 

I’m kinda with Chester on that.

 

Sadly there is very little travel at all just now except for GossipNet influencers and the hyper-wealthy who from their leaky old Sears & Roebuck john-boats anchored in Cannes proclaim their love for the rest of us.

 

I miss john-boats with their childhood association of paddling about in the creek or pond. The cover story was fishing, and maybe a perch or two would find its end with a Odysseus-and-the-Sirens earthworm, but that was just an excuse for escaping parental control for a summer afternoon, splashing about just off a sandbar in the shady shallows, and enjoying the un-air-conditioned life before having to go get the cows up for the evening milking.

 

John-boats in illo tempore were flat-bottomed, made of wood, 12 or 14 feet long, with a broad flat nose for slipping onto a sandbar or into the reeds. As perfect shallow-draft vessels for wetlands their American Indian and ‘Cajun ancestries were obvious.

 

You could fit a little Evinrude to a john-boat if you wanted, but that would have missed the point, like putting a carburetor on a fishing pole.

 

A john-boat’s technology was limited to the entertainment system, a transistor radio for listening to The Big Bopper from Beaumont.

 

(Beaumont had traffic lights, or so someone said.)

 

There was no depth-finder unless you sank the boat; then you had to sort out the depth for yourself.

 

Do you remember lying on the grassy bank on a summer afternoon, holding very still to watch the minnows only inches from your eyes? And the earthy smell of the amber-colored water?

 

How many moments in your adult life have been as good as that?

 

-30-

Where Do I Apply to be Corrupted? - doggerel?

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

Where Do I Apply to be Corrupted?

 

                        BOOK: KGB began grooming 'young and vain' Donald Trump                                                       40 years ago by saving him from financial ruin...

 

-U. K. Daily Mail

 

 

This rumor has irrupted

 

Life is interrupted

 

Outrage has erupted

 

          But I want to know

 

          Where can I go

 

To be corrupted?

Wednesday, January 27, 2021

Murder Most Cosy - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

Murder Most Cosy

 

A murder cannot possibly be cosy

With blood all over the vicarage floor

And while Miss Marple is politely nosy

There is still the problem of all that gore

 

A murder committed in an English village

Is hardly cosy to m’lord who died

Surrounded by hop fields under tillage

He still is dead (tho’ in the countryside)

 

A murder cannot possibly be cosy –

But is the widow finding life now rosy?

Tuesday, January 26, 2021

Learning to Comb Your Hair - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

Learning to Comb Your Hair

 

Do you remember learning how to comb your hair?

Your mother had you look into the mirror

          (What a handsome young man!)

And watch as she made magic with a comb

 

First, she chased all your hair forward and down

Until your eyebrows laughed for the fun of it

And then she chose an imaginary line

And parted the strands for the rest of the day

 

Hooray!

 

Do you remember learning how to comb your hair?

(Now in your mother’s memory send up a prayer)

Monday, January 25, 2021

Our Vines Have Tender Marsupials - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

Our Vines Have Tender Marsupials

 

In summer the ‘possums come seeking my garden

In grey winter they come seeking dog food

Tonight they cling high up in the bare vines

Hiding from the dachshunds snuffling below

 

All the animals’ eyes stare back at the flashlight

Unsure of their duties in the misty rain

Whether to climb, to move, to bark, to hiss

And so we all pause to ponder the mysteries

 

Fear, hunger, confusion, artificial light –

Pretty much metaphors for the covid time

 

(The title is a play on Our Vines Have Tender Grapes, MGM, 1945)

Sunday, January 24, 2021

"This Waiting Room of the World" - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

“This Waiting Room of the World”

I’ve always found this a trying time of the year.  The leaves not yet out, mud everywhere you go.  Frosty mornings gone.  Sunny mornings not yet come.  Give me blizzards and frozen pipes, but not this nothing time, not this waiting room of the world.

 

-Jack in Shadowlands

 

Slow raindrops are the pulse that marks the time

Which falls with them upon the browning leaves

Each one of them a railway station bench

In a darkened world where trains have ceased to run

 

The ticket window is closed the rest of the day

But someone says the local will run tomorrow

Maybe around two if the tracks are cleared

Of all the hopes that seem to block the line

 

But maybe not, for nothing seems to move

And the journeys of life are forbidden to us

Saturday, January 23, 2021

Salt and Mrs. Lot - doggerel

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

Salt and Mrs. Lot

 

We are told that Mrs. Lot was turned into

A pillar of salt for looking back to view

The flames of cursed Sodom and Gomorrah

For looking to the past, instead of tomorrow

 

Maybe

 

Friday, January 22, 2021

Some Say This is the End of the Trump Era - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

Some Say This is the End of the Trump Era

 

Some say this is the end of the Trump era

          Some with glee

          Some in mourning

 

Some say this is the beginning of the Biden era

          Some with glee

          Some in mourning

 

But I say that this is your era

          As it always was

          And always will be

 

And you realize that this is your era

          Sometimes with glee

          Sometimes in mourning

 

You need no leader, no master, no whip

          Obey yourself

          And lead yourself

 

You wear no one else’s name

          For you have yours

          And you are free

 

You are not defined by an era

          Define yourself

          And honor yourself

 

Make the picture of your hero

          A self-portrait

 

          Sometimes with glee

          Sometimes in mourning

 

But always you