Today is filled with an unusual stillness,
With nary a breath of wind.
Perhaps now is a good time to rest.

I have solitude in my mind.
Today’s stillness has taken over
My entire being.
Thoughts vanish in an instant.

I sit here perfectly stock-still.
My immediate world
seems to be halted.

Please, let something move.
Everything feels so calm and placid.
I don’t want to feel lifeless.

Such extreme stillness,
Bordering on the edge of madness,
Am I slipping into insanity?

Will I pull myself out of
The periphery of lunacy
To step back into this
Mad, mad, mad world?

I am an architect,
I am a lawyer,
I am an accountant,
I am an engineer,
I am a surgeon
I am pharmacist,
I said,
I made you all,
I
Am
A
Teacher
28/7/2025

Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com
Dispatches for the Colonial Office

               She Had *** with Her Brother Says The Daily Wail

She had *** with her brother says The Daily Wail
And was eaten in prison, there without bail
By vampires who live in deep tunnels beneath
A park bench situated in Hampstead Heath

Amelia Earhart’s plane has been found again
She was married to ******’s identical twin
And ******, you know, was secretly straight
Cruisin’ for chicks near the Brandenburg Gate

DNA proves that a Kennedy son
Lives under an alias in Area 51
And commutes to Stonehenge on a weekly basis
Transported by Martian hydroponic stasis

But back to the man who had *** with his sister
Did he use preferred pronouns whenever he kissed her?

Can you see that it’s time
With no watch on your arm
Is there hope to survive
If you’ve done bought the farm
When all things feel right
Does the moment just flow

How can a man say
What he doesn’t know

If your neck deep in the stream
Shouldn’t you know how to swim
If there’s truth in the ring
Should you step out and give in
Do all mountain tops
Come with a *****

How can a man reach the heights
If his life view is low

Are you late to the central
In Eastern time
If it’s really that simple
Then why’s it so hard to find
Have you often faltered
Where you’ve clearly been

How can a man love
If he’s never let love in

If your deep in the dream
Can you be what you want to be
If your dream was a train
Would it run out of steam
Could you hold onto the promise
If the words aren’t there to lend

How can a man start over
Once he’s reached his end

69 Ways to Please Your Lovers**

Amidst the silence, a sound arose, and there we were, lost in each other as I wove a poem of passion, letting your strokes guide my words and capturing the magic of our moment.

Yet, a wave of guilt washes over me: I haven’t reached that blissful peak. This realization leaves my poem incomplete. I crave that 70th way to truly satisfy my lover and make this experience unforgettable.

Teachers stand on the shores of Time
Braced against howling winds of Change,
Nock living Arrows on straining bows,
Launch their Charges into darkening skies.
Teachers know they cannot long endure,
See Time moving with their aging eyes,
Do their best each future to assure,
Release each bolt and and bless it as it flies.

“Epistle at Noon”


Steam curls from the chipped mug—
a psalm rising in arabesques
against the sunlit kitchen tile.

My spoon taps a rhythm
like distant temple bells,
calling memory from its slumber.

Between the coffee’s warmth
and the hush of half–read pages,
I find an unexpected covenant:
mercy in ordinary motion.






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