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 Feb 2022 Wk kortas
Lawrence Hall
Lawrence Hall
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https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

                                  For Jack on his 16th Birthday

                              Music, Magic, and Father Brown

In the long ago I was reading a book
(And doubtless thinking many brilliant thoughts)
Sitting in my car outside Our Lady’s Church
Waiting for some old-lady meeting to end

And suddenly, silently, there you were
A little boy standing at my shoulder
Peering through the window, and then you said
These thoughtful words: “You look like Father Brown.”

And suddenly, silently, here I am
Standing at your shoulder and looking up
For now you are taller than I – and that
Is in the nature of how things should be

But a blessing now on your birthday, you see
For you and Cate are always a blessing to me!
"They grow up so fast."
 Feb 2022 Wk kortas
Lawrence Hall
Lawrence Hall
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https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

                                     ­ Disney’s Macbeth

                     Upon the release of Joel Coen’s version

I want to see Macbeth in Technicolor
Almost Disney-ish, in cheery pastels,
With bright-lit halls and sunny fields of flowers
And maybe Annette as Lady Macbeth

And let Macbeth be a comely youth
With muscular hands that wield both sword and pen
An honest merry face that smiles with ease
Sweet words and penitent Aves on his lips

The world is well-lit ever since the ark -
It is the human heart that lurks in the dark




Macbeth and Lady Macbeth are young - why does no one work with that?
#macbeth
What a piece of work is man,
all of our wet viscera
interconnected
like, even spleen and cheek

No more is this clear
than when your kidneys get sick
and send phantasmagoria
to your tired brain bits

All hail antibiotics
-


we are all imaged by those
who would see us at our best

along with the paint that
inevitably chips away
in yearly frosts
and summer
droughts

because we will remain
—as always—
the easel upon which
God was inspired to
draw us...



s jones
Feb 2022



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 Feb 2022 Wk kortas
Lawrence Hall
Lawrence Hall
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https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

                       Of Course I Didn’t Worship at The Super Bowl

As a man who had better tend to his soul
Of course I didn’t worship at the Super Bowl
Bah! Humbug!
 Feb 2022 Wk kortas
Lawrence Hall
Lawrence Hall
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https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

                               Everybody’s Subversive Now

Speaking truth to power my truth your truth
Interrogating the great reset iconic
The Davos crowd the world economic forum
Break the rules no wrong answers deep state disruptive
Buzzwords without borders globalist power
Synod on synodality
Social media toolkit inclusive
Sustainable neocolonial
Decolonise postcolonialism
Finding your voice authentic community
None of this will really matter
Building castles on the tide line
Lacing up the running shoes
Going through the motions of a life
Knowing it won’t mean a thing
In the final tally of the universe

Scratching marks on paper
Too stiff for use as **** wipes
And unwanted in any other place
Killing trees in order to not die alone
Wrapped in grief and
Sitting 3 feet from despair

The reach is just a bit too short
To push the final button.
       ljm
Another one from my Blue Period
 Feb 2022 Wk kortas
Lawrence Hall
Lawrence Hall
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https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

                                       Who is this Stranger?

Who is this stranger sitting beside me
On the road from one place to another
A nephew who in the long ago
Was my partner in Dark Tower and chess

He is a grown man now, balding a bit
Who wants to save my soul from damnation
A religion he invented last year
He’s got a website; I could look it up

As a boy he was so good at chess
As a man he can’t sort out all the pieces
I sometimes feel that in my part of the world I'm one of maybe ten people who aren't pastors / ministers / bishops / master bishops / reverend doctor master bishops / ad infinitum.

And I am one of maybe ten people who doesn't own an AR rifle.
She sent three thousand mother’s daughters
Up the Church aisle to be married
But the Wedding Director’s only daughter
Slinked off to Vegas and was married by Elvis.
ljm
A whole new well of tears.
 Feb 2022 Wk kortas
Lawrence Hall
Lawrence Hall
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https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

                                   My Songs are off Spotify

I’m going to take my songs off Spotify
Not that I know what Spotify might be
Or that I have any songs to take away
Only that it seems to be a thing these days

I want to be censured by Republicans
Not that Republicans know what they might be
Or that they ever notice me at all
Only that it seems to be a thing these days

I want to think today and pray for you -
Now those are exactly the things to do!
A poem is itself
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