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Feb 2022 Wk kortas

Lawrence Hall

Lawrence Hall
[email protected]
https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

                               More Real and More Beautiful

          “This is still Narnia, and more real and more beautiful than
            the Narnia down below, just as it was more real and more
            beautiful than the Narnia outside the stable door!”

                          -Lucy in C. S. Lewis’ The Last Battle

More of the old family land is to be sold off
Forests of my childhood and happy fields
Where breezes still ripple the summer grass
Soon to be beaten and carved as lots and plots

The bales of hay, each barefoot day – all lost
And down the hill where runs a magic rill
My Sherwood Forest will be cleared of good trees
Its dreaming paths overlaid with sewers and streets

And along the fence little tufts of grass
Where all those noble dogs of long ago lie buried
My companions in all adventures
Awaiting my whistle to roam with me again

Well, I will pack them and all my childhood up -
And someday pour them from a golden Cup

"Behold, I make all things new."

#narnia #childhoodpets

Feb 2022 Wk kortas

A Master's Degree from the Dairy Queen in Huntington, Texas

Feb 2022 Wk kortas

Lawrence Hall

A Master's Degree from the Dairy Queen in Huntington, Texas

Lawrence Hall
[email protected]
https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

    A Master’s Degree from the Dairy Queen in Huntington, Texas

                        And for The Ataman, Dr. Barbara Carr
                                           of Happy Memory

Well, not exactly, but the Dairy Queen
Was my late-night coffee stop on the way home
From all those evening classes in Nacogdoches
I should have asked the girls to sign the diploma

(Is the juke box still broken?)

I worked on that degree for seven years
One class at a time, sweet Jesus, oh, yeah
And God bless Dr. Carr for all those extensions
And the fluorescent-lit journeys through Mother Russia

(Does the ice cream machine still make that funny grinding noise?)

Seven years! I’m not all that smart
But persistence is its own kind of art

Feb 2022 Wk kortas

SNIDE COMMENT

Feb 2022 Wk kortas

Lori Jones McCaffery

SNIDE COMMENT

My how the staid and tradition-bound
House of Windsor has changed
When an avowed harlot is to be crowned Queen Consort
To rule beside a ****** co-conspirator on the Royal Throne.
Princess Diana must be spinning in her grave.
Not to mention Princess Margaret.
ljm

My take on the current state of the Royals. My how the mighty have fallen.

Feb 2022 Wk kortas

Widths

Feb 2022 Wk kortas

Dave Robertson

Widths

We were woollen
as the coach pulled up
alongside the C of E school

our swimming provided free
and municipal
so the stung eyes and barked, sodden ideas
were mitigated

at least if we fell
into the rank brown swells nearby
our inevitable drowning
could be offset:

the boy could swim
and was a king at buying the 5p
Highland Toffee from the machine

#swim #swimminglessons #1980s #villagelife #villageschools #cottingham

Feb 2022 Wk kortas

plastic fork

Feb 2022 Wk kortas

essie

plastic fork

lifetimes
of being plastic,
used and thrown away.
repeating the process

over and
over and
over and
over again.

discarded to
the nearest metal can (not even recycled!)
when i no longer serve my
fleeting purpose.

now
i am shiny and
washed by gentle hands and
placed on soft towels to dry

disposable cutlery
no more!
i am now
silverware

silly goofy little poem about being treated right for the first time. i realize i only write poetry when i'm sad, so that's why i've been gone so long. i am happy now more days than not, which is very new for me.

Feb 2022 Wk kortas

Despite Common Belief.....

Feb 2022 Wk kortas

Marshal Gebbie

Despite Common Belief.....

Strangely and despite common belief.....

I believe in serendipity's place in every man's life.
But witness the translucence of truths espoused by many of my bellicose, fellow man.
See the random inconsistencies that arise, almost subconsciously, in the discourse of everyday animated conversational exchanges.
Doubt the sincerity of the man who is a known, recidivist borrower and poor re-payer of loans.
Take enormous pleasure in blue sky, heroic trees and white billowing clouds.
Encompass warmth and affection for he or she who reciprocate something of value.
Look for the best in the person before me
Hate and loath those who spread malevolence and warfare on the planet.
But am reduced to tears by an unanticipated kindness or sensitivity.
Appreciate and embrace the bonds of family and really close friends....

And commit my life and everlasting love to the wonderful woman, Janet, who shares the good times and the bad in this life, irrespective, I might add, of my failings and many, many shortcomings.

M.
Foxglove@Taranaki
NEW ZEALAND
21 Feb 2022

Feb 2022 Wk kortas

"Je Vis Assis"

Feb 2022 Wk kortas

Evan Stephens

"Je Vis Assis"

"Je vis assis, tel qu'un ange aux mains d'un barbier" -Rimbaud
"I spend my life sitting, like an angel in the hands of a barber"

Here it is, another day.
This one is called Monday.

The sour yellow-white wax
smears bright as feathery snow

towards the westing.
"I spend my life sitting,

like an angel in the hands of a barber."
Clouds are old sailcloth,

gray hunches traded away
at voyage's end in exchange

for a handful of sallow moon.
I am missing a lot of necessary things.

I fill the gaps as I can, but, well...
I let my beard grow out, so that I look

as unwholesome as I feel.
Small birds chirp on branches

bare as flayed phalanges.
If love is man unfinished,

then so is death.
Brown hierarchies ride along

in the early holiday afternoon,
while brick squats off the road.

Here it is, another day.
This one is called Monday.

Feb 2022 Wk kortas

Calling

Feb 2022 Wk kortas

Bobby Copeland

Calling

I call on Blake for energy,
And Dickinson for everything.
And you my dark and distant muse
For new directions, founding stones,
The resurrection of a shrine,
Where I, an idler, hear your song--
Asleep and dreaming or awake,
Imagining your warm return.
White feathers of the world descend
On you, clear-hearted child of Jove
And memory. I made you smile
Once through the night. I'll try again,
If you're inclined, if you recall
Just how it worked as we reclined.