A Full Moon Every Night
Lawrence Hall
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                                   A Full Moon Every Night

I’d like a full moon every night. But why?
The cycles, the dance of the solar calendar
The dance of the shadowing lunar calendar
The stern regulae of the liturgical calendar

All swing in orbits through the universe
Orbits that vary wildly yet keep returning
Returning to each other in sacred waves
That in their seasons send the moon to us

But I’d like a full moon every night anyway
And why?

Because she’s pretty

Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com  
https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

      A Note about Greeting Even the Most Beneficent Reptiles

I speak to them softly
But the tree frogs look at me
Disapprovingly

Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com  
https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

                                   A Full Moon Every Night

I’d like a full moon every night. But why?
The cycles, the dance of the solar calendar
The dance of the shadowing lunar calendar
The stern regulae of the liturgical calendar

All swing in orbits through the universe
Orbits that vary wildly yet keep returning
Returning to each other in sacred waves
That in their seasons send the moon to us

But I’d like a full moon every night anyway
And why?

Because she’s pretty

Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com  
https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

      A Note about Greeting Even the Most Beneficent Reptiles

I speak to them softly
But the tree frogs look at me
Disapprovingly

Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com  
https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

                                     ­     Mysteries for the Day

Mysteries for the day
A pebble and a pine cone
They are enough

Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com  
https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

                             The Water at Camp Lejeune

And the water in Viet-Nam, chlorinated muck
Flavored with Agent Orange and other guck
Was good enough for us – that’s our tough luck

Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com  
https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

                              Comrade­s Who Checklist Poets

                      A Poet’s Autobiography is his Poetry

                                       -Yevtushenko

A poem is itself

So I’m not going to play any victim cards
I’m not even seated in their game
Ticking self-pity boxes is their game
Not mine

A poem is itself

I am not anyone’s propagandist
All are free to read a poem or not
Like it or not for its artistry and craft
(Or lack thereof)
But I won’t be a confessional professional

A poem is itself

A worthy editor is a pearl beyond price
But a literary commissar is nekul'turnyy

For a poem is itself