Lawrence Hall, HSG
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                              Blue Moon and a Spooky Old Tree

To watch the moonrise is almost liturgical
Her bright silver light behind the far-off pines
Rising and glowing and larger and larger
Silent and silver, lifting above the woods

I set a camera to watch Moon through the night
Electronics see the night and light differently
The old apple tree appears white and skeletal
And ghosts pretending to be insects flit about

Moon and trees and ghosts when left alone
Make merry mischief knowing that I am gone

Lawrence Hall, HSG
Mhall46184@aol.com

                 The Gravitas of Our Vice-Presidential Candidates

               In the end it was the worst speaker of the lot who received
               the most applause. People made no effort to follow him and
               merely roared approval at his every word…

                                       Doctor Zhivago, p. 36

Like high school boys behind the old school gym
In micturic dispute about distance and size
Two men exchange puerile scurrilities
A pair of puffed-up *****-mouthed posers

They know all about army guns ‘n’ stuff
Each hero manque’ stuffier than the other
About their ranks and tanks and thousand-yard-stares
And whose AR is the bigger one

Like high school boys behind the old school gym –
And why must we the people put up with them?

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Lawrence Hall, HSG
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                            The Moon is Upon Her Throne Tonight

The moon is dressed in her shining best tonight
With silvering joy and lunar happiness
Flying and flowing, flung from her starry wand
Flying and falling upon her glowing-night realm

We loyal subjects peek from our windows to see
An argent pageant royal of beauty and truth
Even in summer the lawn is a frosty field
For her monthly dance, by her command

The Lady of the Moon is our Summer Queen
As she will be, and is, and ever has been

Lawrence Hall, HSG
Mhall46184@aol.com

                                  We Know Where the Holy Grail Is


           “They all say they’ve got the Holy Grail. So who’s right?”

                      The Holy Grail: Many places say they have it.
                       So who’s right? | CNN


We know where the Holy Grail is
Each Sunday we see it on the Altar
As a cup, indifferent in its origins
In the catalogue of a church supply

A rabbi, a carpenter, and God
Walk into a rented room
And a Passover Kiddush cup is blessed
With the Viaticum, for all of us

A Passover seder is neither first nor last
It is forever – and here is the Cup

Lawrence Hall, HSG
Mhall46184@aol.com

                            Where do Sunflowers go in August?


                 May our love for the Sun, the will of God, be as strong
                 as the sunflower’s…

                                     -attributed to St. John of Tobolsk


With the mower I took the sunflowers down
The withered remnants, stalks and heads and seeds
Those few remaining seeds rejected by the birds
For reasons of their own

With the mower I circled ‘round and round
Building a thickish thatch as a sort of nest
For seeds in anticipation of autumn
The seasons know their own

With the mower I saw high summer gone
I mowed – or had I mown?

Lawrence Hall, HSG
Mhall46184@aol.com

     Comparing Our Secret Service with Barney Fife is Inappropriate

                            Because we love and respect Deputy Fife

In art, incompetence can have a certain charm
But in stupid men with guns the charm is lacking
Our agents can’t even keep themselves from harm
Their greatest skills are in shacking and slacking

Colombian girlies and slanting roofs
Unman the best of them; they lose their guns
They lose laptops, but never their 90-proof
And break into private property for poopy runs

To them a President entrusts his life –
He’d surely be safer with Deputy Fife