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                                              I Envision a World...

I envision a world in which the death penalty
Is never again
Used against woman or man
Except for journalists who write “iconic”
(For them old Socrates’ hemlock tonic)
And poets who write “cerulean”
(And for them the serpents that stung St. Julian)

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               We Too Are Authors of All the Books We Have Read

I still read books just as I did when young
With pen in hand (no longer pipe in mouth)
For underlinings, arrows, and marginal notes
Mapping out the adventures as I go along

And we give God thanks for

Writers and artists and craftsman with clever hands
Uncredited loggers and tanners of hides
Makers of glue and thread and blocking machines
And the white-capped printer with inky hands

Books have many authors, and the Author of All
Blesses them and us with their waves of words

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         Upon Reading Who by Fire: Leonard Cohen in the Sinai

Cohen took his soul out into the desert
He may have left part of it there to burn
Upon the sands of war and the sands of time
A chord that echoes in an Egyptian wind

As with a corpse-like tank in hull defilade
Or an *** rusting among the rocks
The prayers of Yom Kippur in whispers sung
The desert waits for us to worship there

Cohen took his soul out into the desert
We should gird our ***** and go look for it

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                     You’ve Reached Your Limit of Free Articles

Much of life now flows through little screens
News of the day about sad foreign wars
          And of course
Gossip about famous actors and great queens
And advertisements for electrical cars

If we are more than Darwinian particles
Whom bishops teach electronically
          Then maybe
“You’ve reached your limit of free articles”
Is a marker of one’s mortality

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                           Mercenaries Off Down That Road

Their medic got killed and I was sent
To stabilize their wounded and ignore their dead
And mind my own business in all other things
Because they weren’t who we were

Someone said that they were C.I.A.
And they were okay to see me; didn’t talk much
Our C.O. told me to stay away from them
After the unmarked dust-off lifted away

I got to thinking that the war I was assigned
Shouldn’t have been any of my business either

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                            Two Little Girls Grew Up Here

Two little girls grew up here in this happy place
Trees and lawns and puppy dogs and peace
From sandals and shorts to graduation gowns -
Sometimes when gardening I find their little treasures:

A plastic watch face whose bright colors remain
The broken handle from a toy teacup
A cap pistol with a rusted mechanism -
I don’t know what belonged to my own child

Or to that little girl from long ago
Who, when she was grown, drank herself to death

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                              When a Government Goes Bust(ier)

Representative Cawthorn with his big old gun
Representative Cawthorn in his lingerie
North Carolina voted him their Number One
But as for us we’ll vote some other way

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                         To be Released from Prison Tomorrow

Tomorrow his mother and his little girl
Will meet him at the gate and take him home
No more white suits and big boondocker boots
No wire, no bells, no lining up for counts

Yes, all of us congratulated him
We cheered, we wished him well, we said a prayer
Prisoners and volunteers and a passing guard
We clapped his back and said goodbye to him

Al took his hand; he looked at him and spoke
The sternest, wisest, kindest words of all:

                       “I never want to see you here again.”

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                         The Stopping Power of the American Incel

                         “I’m giving all my grandchildren AR rifles.”

                                          -my brother-in-law

And if my nieces and nephews fire their guns
To **** their classmates or some passers-by
Or maybe the neighbors’ little pre-school sons
They’ll still love the Second even as they fry

The killings in our streets we continue in jail:
Electrocution, drugs, shooting, or gassing
Or maybe by hanging – note how they choke and flail -
And the Ballcap Church will bless their passing

We’re such a shining city on our high hill
Compensating for our loser-ness with each patriotic ****

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Gang Activity
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                                                Gang Activity

It wasn’t about the motorcycles
It was never about the motorcycles
The motorcycles were never a problem
It was about the Fall of Man

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Fifty Shades of Community College Night Class
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                  Fifty Shades of Community College Night Class

She was always early, sat in the front row
A middle-aged lady trying for nursing school
She had to take English 1301
Everybody did, but they were cool, you know

She was reading a book, Fifty Shades of Grey
I conversationally asked her, “Is it good?”
And conversationally she replied, “It is”
It was very popular by the end of May

The old ladies found the book full of pants-down treats -
I was the only one excited about John Keats

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                                                Gang Activity

It wasn’t about the motorcycles
It was never about the motorcycles
The motorcycles were never a problem
It was about the Fall of Man

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                  Fifty Shades of Community College Night Class

She was always early, sat in the front row
A middle-aged lady trying for nursing school
She had to take English 1301
Everybody did, but they were cool, you know

She was reading a book, Fifty Shades of Grey
I conversationally asked her, “Is it good?”
And conversationally she replied, “It is”
It was very popular by the end of May

The old ladies found the book full of pants-down treats -
I was the only one excited about John Keats

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                                                  Shelter in Place

                                  “Go inside your houses, please.
                              All these people will be taken care of.”

                               -Police Commander in Doctor Zhivago

Blue and red lights flicker across the face
Of the rigid black-clad police commander
Whose admiral’s stars all shiny and bright
Are meant to reassure us that we are safe

Blue and red lights flicker across the night
Front yards now blue now red now blue now red
The curious from their houses now blue now red
Like corpses discolored in the summer’s heat

Blue and red lights flicker across the wraps
Of a world heaved into an ambulance

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                                    M­r. Bossy-Pants Tells Us How to Live

                        “I’m an idea man, Chuck; I get ideas....”

                          -Michael Keaton as Bill in Night Shift

He never planted a garden or mowed a lawn
There are no trees near his apartment house
His household garbage goes straight to the curb
In unrecycled thick black plastic bags

He sees his SUV as only his due
But wants bicycles for the rest of us
And keeps his air-conditioning comfy-cool
He flies first class to teach us clean-air truths

He makes a bludgeon of the term “organic”
And profits thus from others’ moral panic

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                                    G­oodbye, Spooky Old Shopping Mall

I’m only here for the restrooms, foul as they are
          Employees Must Wash Hands
At the end of corridors which end in corridors
Darker and narrower as they go along
Empty spaces, empty stores, emptiness

Someone is sleeping on a decorative bench
          No Firearms / Prohibido Portas Armas De Fuego
Outside a nail salon that closed years ago
And a bookstore that closed years ago
And a boutique that closed years ago

The geriatric mall-walkers have arrived
          Hide Your Merchandise and Lock Your Car
The few remaining stores don’t open ‘til ten

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                                    “Wimbledon to Ban Russians”

                                                    -News Item

Tchaikovsky, thus, is forbidden to go
Akhmatova is well and sternly gated
No one will greet Dostoyevsky, oh, no
Tolstoy missed his train (some are elated)

Bulgakov won’t be there at center court
Nor yet his Margarita on her broom
Tsvaetaeva will certainly miss all the sport
Gogol will watch on tv in his hotel room

And is there a point to any of this
Except for a popular boo and hiss?

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                  After Fifty Years It’s Time to Change the Linen

One does not wish to live in a culture where crowds
Have persuaded themselves that “Imagine”
Is worthy of the hearing

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                I Did Not Leave the Local A.M. Radio Station –
                       The Local A.M. Radio Station Left Me

                         -As President Reagan did not say

The guys on the local talk radio used to be fun
Witty and charming, with good stories to tell
Through example, narrative, joke, and pun
They really made the early morning swell

But of late they’ve withered into the stereotype
Of geezery, wheezery, close-minded old men
Whose sole purpose now is to grump and groan and gripe –
They’re somewhere to the right of Original Sin!

Since all they do now is but scorn and scoff
I begin my day with the radio off

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          Children Playing in a Roadside Ditch on Holy Saturday

Happy children playing in a roadside ditch
Barefoot and laughing in shorts and tees
A boy grabbing up a frog to frighten the girls
A girl sloshing the boys with a bucket of muck

They pause to peer through a magnifying glass
A worm or a minnow the passerby can’t see
Because to adults, as with many things
The waterways of Fairyland are closed

Happy children playing in a magic fountain
Just as we did when we were very young

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                              Send Them Your Dawn, O Lord

We repudiate Putin and all his works
And all his pomps and all his engines of death
And all his malignant servile orcs
Who crucify humanity with lies

We are both Marys, Nicodemus, Joseph of Arimathea
We bring the holy bodies of the sacrifice
To Your Garden Tomb; we await Your dawn
Baptizing with our tears this darkest night

We have nothing to offer in our desolation
Only our murdered children and blighted lives
Our brothers and sisters in Moses and Christ
Our mothers and fathers who were disappeared
The neighbor boy who played his tunes too loud
The pharmacist who tried to stop a tank
With her fists
The traffic cop who gave us speeding tickets
MeeMaw in the bombed-out nursing home
Our cousins in the bombed-out railway station
Our brothers, they say, in some bombed-out trench
Ambulance drivers, nurses, physicians, technicians
Farmers, janitors, electricians, schoolgirls
Teachers, bankers, cleaners, grocery clerks
A woman cooking thin soup over a fire
Abandoned little house pets fighting over
A severed hand in the center of the road

Send them Your dawn, O Lord, Your Easter dawn
Send them Your dawn, O Lord, at long last -
                                                                                  dawn

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                          We Have No Enemies Among the Dead

                              For the Young Crew of the Moskva
                                                  14 April 2022

                                Eternal Father, strong to save,
                                Whose arm hath bound the restless wave...
                                O hear us when we cry to thee
                                For those in peril on the sea

                                             -The Navy Hymn

Proud admirals and presidents rattle their medals

The young - in screams among burst steam lines die
Explosions and darkness and seawater and hatches sealed
The bulkheads blown, there is no up, no down
Only pain and horror and throat-torn shrieks

Proud admirals and presidents jing-aling their medals

Training manuals, pocketknives, and comic books
Naughty pinups, letters from Mom, wrenches, and boots
Toolboxes, ball-point pens, and coffee cups
Fall with the young deep down into the sea

Proud admirals and presidents dazzle the room with their medals

Mothers and fathers grieve in emptiness
Our Leaders caution them to mind their attitude

Proud admirals and presidents – to Hell with their medals

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                                     ­     A Man with a Broom

Leaving his broom in the corridor
He came into class and sat for a while
He was worried about anger management
He had shot up a nightclub after all

That was after his brother was murdered there
He gets out in twelve days, and he is worried
He has passed over half of his life in prison
He hasn’t seen his son in over nine years

He said he has learned to place God first
Some of it might be true

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                               Flute Solo Through a Scratchy Record

From a tiny speaker in a tiny radio
From a broadcast fifty miles away
From a scratchy record some fifty years old
From the lips of a flutist no longer alive

An artist whose parents and teachers long ago
Spoke of embouchures and possibilities
Of lessons for however many dollars each
Saved from a job down at the shop or mill

And from the people, hardworking and strong
Someone worked those lives into a song

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                        Confederate Crackheads Flying a Kite

Barefoot and shirtless, pounding the sand with their feet
Old men running about in front of their trailer
In and out among the lawn-art debris
Launching a kite above their Confederate flags

Above the Trump flags, pine trees, power lines
Beer cans and broken toys and engine blocks
Marijuana rolled in an overdue electric bill
A Second Amendment sticker on a clapped-out Ford

Hollering through their few remaining teeth
A celebration of something beyond themselves

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                                     President Doctor Jill’s
                    Really, Really Secret Service Beefcake Boys

                    O that he were here to write me down an ***! But,
                    masters, remember that I am an ***; though it not be
                    written down, yet forget not that I am an ***.

                    -Dogberry, Constable of the Watch,
                    Much Ado About Nothing, IV.ii.76ff

Swimming-pool chums, closer than a brother
Flexing their guns and tats at each other

Nobody know who the new agents are
(Wanna ‘phone, wanna flat, wanna shiny new car?)

Want some shiny new tech toys, loads and loads?
What’ll you take for those nuclear codes?

Hunter’s good buddies living large on the beach
One says he misses his Colombian peach

$30K a month down in Malibu
To protect an artist (but not me or you)

Nothing to see here; now don’t get nervous
For we are the party-hearty Secret Service!

(Say, babe, what’s your sign? You come here often...?)

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                                After St. Petersburg, St. Giles’ Street

Today we’re visiting Russia with a friend
Perhaps a Russia that never really was
Ideas, tea, and holy earth; just now
We’re asking a blessing from Father Zosima

Tomorrow we’re off to England, all of us
Perhaps an England that never really was
Ideas, tea, and holy earth; and soon
We’ll stroll through Oxford with poems on our lips

And exchange Shakespearean bon mots
With the ****** barmaid at the Eagle and Child

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                   Can W- Writ- Anything Without th- L-tt-r –?

                                   Irritabl- Vow-l Syndrom-

Th-y say that-nglish is a difficult languag-
I wouldn’t know; it’s th- only on- I know
-nglish, that is, and it’s a lif—long study
But that’s okay; it k--ps m- out of the b--r joints

In -nglish w- hav- only six or so vow-ls –
A, -, I, O, U, Y, and that vagu- “ih” sound
Which m-ans that rhym- is a chall-g- in tim-
Though “How now, brown cow?” works out okay

That is, if on- wants to gr--t a cow at all
I s-ldom do, but how about you?

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                   Palm Sunday without Air-Raid Warnings

Palm Sunday is easy for the rest of us
A procession with palms from the parking lot
Praising God through an asphalt Jerusalem
A Subaru on His right hand, a Dodge on His left

Palm Sunday is easy for the rest of us
The front of the procession out of tune with the back
Or is it the other way around? Someone’s MePhone
Beeping during the Elevation - Catholics, eh

Palm Sunday is easy for the rest us -
No burning streets, no screaming wounded, no death

Jacques Says Little About Lingering
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                       Jacques Says Little About Lingering

                      Reflections after a Nuclear Stress Test

A youth almost rushes to throw his life away
In questing Shakespeare’s bubble reputation
An old man wants to cling to life a little more
Another year, please, or another day

But mortality lies within the man
A metaphorical battery that doesn’t last
In shipping and handling contents may have settled
There may be a penalty for early withdrawal

But life is not for our casual disposal
For it is an eternal summer dawn




Nuclear Stress Test
#mortality

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Old Codger Wearing a Confederate Face Mask
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                                     ­          Clinic Waiting Room

Voices:

Morbidly obese old codger wearing a Confederate-flag face mask
Old codger with a My Pillow moustache
Old codger wearing a camouflage baseball cap
Old codgeress #1
Old codgeress #2

Auctor:

Old codger (me)

I been here since 1020 the longer we wait
the more money they get they’re just in it
for the money what’s your Medicare supplemental?
America ain’t what it used to be
there ain’t no doubt about that I done had
the covid and the shots these people
been in and out and I’m still here
THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE thank you I SAID
‘THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE!’ Yeah he’s kind of
hard of hearing THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE!!!!
Yeah okay HOO-RAH! yeah HOO-RAH! you was
a Marine too? 29 Palms it raining there too?
my (something) levels was up my m.o.s.
kept me out of Viet-Nam I was in Parris Island
thank you for your service I blame George Bush
George Soros and these here public schools...

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                                     President Doctor Jill’s
                    Really, Really Secret Service Beefcake Boys

                    O that he were here to write me down an ***! But,
                    masters, remember that I am an ***; though it not be
                    written down, yet forget not that I am an ***.

                    -Dogberry, Constable of the Watch,
                    Much Ado About Nothing, IV.ii.76ff

Swimming-pool chums, closer than a brother
Flexing their guns and tats at each other

Nobody know who the new agents are
(Wanna ‘phone, wanna flat, wanna shiny new car?)

Want some shiny new tech toys, loads and loads?
What’ll you take for those nuclear codes?

Hunter’s good buddies living large on the beach
One says he misses his Colombian peach

$30K a month down in Malibu
To protect an artist (but not me or you)

Nothing to see here; now don’t get nervous
For we are the party-hearty Secret Service!

(Say, babe, what’s your sign? You come here often...?)

Lawrence Hall
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                                               Clinic Waiting Room

Voices:

Morbidly obese old codger wearing a Confederate-flag face mask
Old codger with a My Pillow moustache
Old codger wearing a camouflage baseball cap
Old codgeress #1
Old codgeress #2

Auctor:

Old codger (me)

I been here since 1020 the longer we wait
the more money they get they’re just in it
for the money what’s your Medicare supplemental?
America ain’t what it used to be
there ain’t no doubt about that I done had
the covid and the shots these people
been in and out and I’m still here
THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE thank you I SAID
‘THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE!’ Yeah he’s kind of
hard of hearing THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE!!!!
Yeah okay HOO-RAH! yeah HOO-RAH! you was
a Marine too? 29 Palms it raining there too?
my (something) levels was up my m.o.s.
kept me out of Viet-Nam I was in Parris Island
thank you for your service I blame George Bush
George Soros and these here public schools...

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                           Communists Didn’t Build the DeSoto

The tailfins of a rocket protruding from the sand
          We offer international standard rocket systems  
Out back where we stored the oxygen tanks
          in service in more than 30 NATO
Maybe thirty feet away from ICU
         and other countries (2.75’’ calibre
Thank God for poor Chinese quality control
         also called 70 mm) Operational on

Lots of countries in the rocket racket now
          more than 500 aircraft and helicopters
“Hi, honey; so how was your day at work?
          this rocket system is equipped with maintainable
The children have been waiting eagerly for you
          lightweight composite launchers with removable detents
And how nice it is that our children aren’t dead!”
          This rocket system provides full range of rocket types


The tailfins of rockets protruding from our souls
         offering extended range and terminal efficiency
I haven’t an answer for any of this
          Associated large portfolio of ammunition

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                       Jacques Says Little About Lingering

                      Reflections after a Nuclear Stress Test

A youth almost rushes to throw his life away
In questing Shakespeare’s bubble reputation
An old man wants to cling to life a little more
Another year, please, or another day

But mortality lies within the man
A metaphorical battery that doesn’t last
In shipping and handling contents may have settled
There may be a penalty for early withdrawal

But life is not for our casual disposal
For it is an eternal summer dawn

Lawrence Hall
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                                     No Howling, Please

                                   A rebuke to Ginsberg
           While acknowledging that the typewriter is indeed holy

I saw the best of my generation
Refuse to howl, not in the situational poverty
Of their birth, not in others’ noise and drugs
Not in their elders’ go-fight-our-wars-for-us

I saw the best of my generation
Doubling up in unfurnished rooms
Doubling up on the day and night shifts
Making each sweated-out life into a poem

I saw the best of my generation
Work
                     and thus rebuked for their privilege

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                                Tea with Just a Hint of Blood

Now comes an infusioning teafluencer
Armed with catalogues of adjectives
Herbaceous hyperbole cloying the page
With promises of transcendental bliss

The holy vessels of the altar shining bright
In glass and steel, accented with bamboo
In rooms green-lit by shaded window light
Unlike my best-remembered cuppa long ago

A beat-up canteen cup of Constant Comment
Along the Cambodian border that unhappy day

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                          Upon Finding a Long-Lost Pocketknife

                      A man’s not dressed without his pocketknife.

                                 -my father, and probably yours

Deep-diving into the sofa and its depths
In quest of the elusive tv remote
A shiny treasure gleamed in the musty dark:
My long-lost British Army pocketknife

O, beloved opener of tins and envelopes
Dear sharer-out of slices of summer apples
The gardener and mechanic’s most useful tool
The philosopher’s most thoughtful instrument

In all one’s studies and adventures in life
A man’s not dressed without his pocketknife

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                                     High-Speed Space Chatter

laser focus absolutely mission control
a very brief hold okay The Roaring Twenties
Ready to go final checks revs up
I can’t wait to see auto-sequence

We’ve entered a brief hold our teams will assess
we’ll be right back that hold has been released
ladies and gentlemen it is time Godspeed
we’re handing it over to mission control

our four human flight crew Godspeed
on its way to speece space

mego way to go! They just became official astronauts Carmen line well into space apogee returning from space fins all earning their keep really doing some work what an incredible sight out there critical step sonic boom man! Was that incredible! I just love hearing that sound! Touchdown New Shepherd! Welcome back to earth all I can say Jackie is wow! Will take your breath away there’s nothing like it right above that feather beginning to dump propellants that’s a key there go the main parachutes! For the Roaring Twenties crew flying today from the blackness of space to standby touchdown the West Texas desert standby touchdown standby touchdown standby touchdown Wooo!  Wooo! Official U.S. astronauts...

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                An Aging Hunter-Gatherer on Morning Patrol

Up before dawn for coffee with Venus
Cool and dry, a San Diego dawn
Medicines for the creaky old dog
Medicines for the creaky old me

Early to town for a Connie-cut
At girly Designs Et Cetera
North of town past the traffic light
The school board, taxes, marriages, and deaths

A cruise by the Sonic for cholesterol
Home to think about mowing the yard

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

                                     High-Speed Space Chatter

laser focus absolutely mission control
a very brief hold okay The Roaring Twenties
Ready to go final checks revs up
I can’t wait to see auto-sequence

We’ve entered a brief hold our teams will assess
we’ll be right back that hold has been released
ladies and gentlemen it is time Godspeed
we’re handing it over to mission control

our four human flight crew Godspeed
on its way to speece space

mego way to go! They just became official astronauts Carmen line well into space apogee returning from space fins all earning their keep really doing some work what an incredible sight out there critical step sonic boom man! Was that incredible! I just love hearing that sound! Touchdown New Shepherd! Welcome back to earth all I can say Jackie is wow! Will take your breath away there’s nothing like it right above that feather beginning to dump propellants that’s a key there go the main parachutes! For the Roaring Twenties crew flying today from the blackness of space to standby touchdown the West Texas desert standby touchdown standby touchdown standby touchdown Wooo!  Wooo! Official U.S. astronauts...

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

                       Book Reviewers: Stop Unpacking!

You unpack the words, you unpack the lines
You unpack the themes, you unpack the scenes
You unpack the hints, you unpack the signs
You unpack the beats, you unpack the means

You unpack the forms, you unpack the rhymes
You unpack the plot, you unpack the verse
You unpack the memes, you unpack the times
You unpack everything and make it worse!

With some exasperation I ask of you -
Just what does all this unpacking DO?
Tired metaphors obscure thought and are unprofessional.
#unpack

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

                  Whatever Happened to Ol’ What’s-His-Name?

Whenever I want to know about my old classmates
Those friends of youth, those moral supports
Their lives, their careers, their families, their fates,
I check the news for the arrest reports

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

                       Book Reviewers: Stop Unpacking!

You unpack the words, you unpack the lines
You unpack the themes, you unpack the scenes
You unpack the hints, you unpack the signs
You unpack the beats, you unpack the means

You unpack the forms, you unpack the rhymes
You unpack the plot, you unpack the verse
You unpack the memes, you unpack the times
You unpack everything and make it worse!

With some exasperation I ask of you -
Just what does all this unpacking DO?

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

                           We Will Build a Heaven Here on Earth

                               A Hymn of the Enlightenment

We will build a heaven here on earth
A world of peace, prosperity, and love
Where all may live in well-ordered harmony
In a land of rational fellowship

We will build a heaven here on earth
The Enlightenment will teach us how
To shape with science the former Creation
Rendering it into numbers, lines, and facts

We will build a heaven here on earth
No matter how many millions we must ****
To make it so

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

                           We Will Build a Heaven Here on Earth

                               A Hymn of the Enlightenment

We will build a heaven here on earth
A world of peace, prosperity, and love
Where all may live in well-ordered harmony
In a land of rational fellowship

We will build a heaven here on earth
The Enlightenment will teach us how
To shape with science the former Creation
Rendering it into numbers, lines, and facts

We will build a heaven here on earth
No matter how many millions we must ****
To make it so

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

                Scholarship Applications as Existential Despair

I made all AS in honors english
Shopping, video games, hanging with my friends
I am active in my cruch. And sunday school
Shopping, video games, hanging with my friends

Shopping, video games, hanging with my friends
I like hunting deer. And my family
Shopping, video games, hanging with my friends
I go out to much for anytime for hobbies

Shopping, video games, hanging with my friends -
My powerful quest of excellence never ends

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

                Scholarship Applications as Existential Despair

I made all AS in honors english
Shopping, video games, hanging with my friends
I am active in my cruch. And sunday school
Shopping, video games, hanging with my friends

Shopping, video games, hanging with my friends
I like hunting deer. And my family
Shopping, video games, hanging with my friends
I go out to much for anytime for hobbies

Shopping, video games, hanging with my friends -
My powerful quest of excellence never ends