Lawrence Hall
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Dispatches for the Colonial Office

                                      An Unhappy O. Henry Ending

His picture is on the telescreen tonight
Stepping onto a twin-engine executive jet
Then posed in an easy-street seat in the back
Uniformed crew, someone to bring him a snack

The same smug grin he had when he dropped out of school
“I’m tired of this nowhere town,” he sneered
“I’m gonna go somewhere and get me a life;
I don’t need you or any of this mess”

And life is what he got, and a suit in orange
And a free ride home to his nowhere town

the world enters unannounced.
the body gives its final measure.
the rhythm that keeps time
             for every word.

Diakonia's goal is to change unfair political, economic, social and cultural structures that generate poverty, oppression and violence

Is yours until he gets married,
Then the rest depends on his wife,
If she values family and embraces you as one,
You are lucky and blessed,
Don't let go of her,
Appreciate and value her,
You get to have your son with you.
Otherwise be prepared  without any expectations,
Financially,
Emotionally and
Socially.
26/9/2025
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one of a few, mutterances;

you're "killing me!"

every poem of yours delights, enchants,
you are blossoming
and i ear and eat your poem petals,
your white rose petals,
so tritely perfect,
to the hard word floor,
freshly enlivening,
freshly dying,
and hope
my, my mind stays quiet.
though my
breathing pounds,
an overboard sailor,
washed ashore
by the surf in a
Baltic Sea storm


i read you,
and I am there,
i read you,
and then i'm gone,

taken,
i'm taken,
i'm taken away
but my body yet lies,
a fallen victim to the power,
your word~ly empowering,

to imagine