You are here in the morning light
You are here in the darkening night
Eternal, ancient, unceasingly new
You are known to many, lost to a few
In the wonder of breathing you lie
In the wonder of being, all seeing eye
In mountains in valleys, seascape and sky
You speak to the world, never saying a word
Your voice  a sweet cry, from the throat of a bird
No matter if we know or believe
You are here to give, we to receive
Our laughter and tears tossed in the sea
As the waves rise and fall, old history
You are what you are, you are glory
Enriching our lives, never ending your story

......................

You are here

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

        Everyone Writes a Drivelly Poem about the Winter Solstice
                                           And entitles it
                                         “Winter Solstice,”
                           And yet Somehow the World Goes On

The sun seems to stand still, and too, the world
An Ouroboros of lockdowns and masks
And the increasing divisions of partisans
In yet another republic devouring itself

There is an insubstantial Christmas truce
Undeclared, a catching of breath and will
In hopes that two-faced Janus will close his doors
Against the failings of the coming year

The sun seems to stand still, and too, the world
We also wait, and search the skies for a Star

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

                             Christmas Day in the Covid-Time

There are no children around the tree this year
To make Christmas complete with their happiness
No Barbie dolls, electric trains, or bikes -
We are distanced in everything but love

No relatives come and go, not even the one
Who will park his pickup truck on the lawn
No fruitcakes given and received, no hugs -
We are distanced in everything but love

But still there is the fire, the dog, and us -
We are distanced in everything but love

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

          The Feast of Saint Stephen as Observed at the Truck Stop

                            On the occasion of meeting a friend
                         for breakfast on the Feast of St. Stephen

Now the overpass looked down
On the Feast of Stephen
With some garbage strewn around
Moldy and uneven
Brightly shone the neon light
Though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight
Pumping diesel fuel

(This is gonna be one of the Greats, eh!)

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To wallow in and under drown,

To shape a tear, to form a frown.


Exaggerations embracing pain,

They weave a spell to summon rain.


A heart to crush, a mind to flood,

And veins that throb with rivers blood.


Confusion swims where soft truth flies,

A cauldron to mix a concoction of lies.


These fires scar, yet sear no flesh,

While times slow healing turns souls to ash.

Everybody needs it
For one thing or another
If not from a professional
We get it from each other
We talk and laugh and joke
About the things that are our troubles
To lighten our minds
And stop them crumbling to rubble

The words that come are useless
They just cannot convey
The passion and the meaning
Of what I want to say

I get so **** frustrated
At the feelings locked inside
That have no way of escaping
And flying far and wide

I don’t show much emotion
And wish that I could change
To tell the ones I love
What’s really on my mind