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      Would Robin Hood Steal a Post Office Pen to Give to the Poor?

              “Oh, he’s so handsome, just like his reward posters!”

                         -Sis in Disney’s Robin Hood, 1973

I haven’t seen a reward poster in ever so long
Post-office portraits of men grizzled and mean
Each of ‘em wanted for some felonious wrong
(And living a life uncouth and unclean)

Maybe one of ‘em stole a post office pen
$500 or a year in prison
For committing that heinous federal sin
(He told the judge he thought it was his’n)

I haven’t seen a reward poster in years
(But still I’d leave that pen alone, my dears)

Lawrence Hall
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                                 Prince William Sans Culotte

            Prince William, Duchess Katherine, and the Children
                                   Pose for a Christmas Snap

Is the reason for pants minus
That a pair of trousers itches?
Oh, please, Your Royal Highness -
Put on your britches!

Have you ever wondered why
The larks fly high in clear blue sky?
Pondered how it all makes sense
Avoiding those who sit the fence?
Peered into a bubbling brook
And thanked what impulse made you look?
Argued good was partly bad
A quandary sought but strangely sad?
Spent the moment lost in thought
When better options sought, you ought?
Delved into a sticky place
And wore the egg upon your face?
Insisted black was really blue
Until she made a fool of you?
Strode ahead to win the race
To find you couldn't hack the pace?
Wished the day would turn to rain
Till flooding made it all insane?
Stamped your foot and called it right
When right was wrong and caused a fight?
Laid back on a lazy day
Till conscience called you out to pay?
Drank that whiskey from the jar
To make the spinning room...bizarre?
Left that which should be done, undone
....and found her bitter ire...no fun?
Walked into an empty church
To feel God left you in the lurch?
Pondered what it's all about
Then freaked when whisper turned to shout?
Really cared to make a play
Tho foolishness won't win the day?
When Covid spat the vaxless few
Ya feel we kinda pressured you?
Suspect this written stuff don't rate
Probably just.... irritate?

Well, truthfully?

M.
12 December 2021

Lawrence Hall
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                                         Beaten and Shot

          To Blessed Stanley Rother, Padre Francisco, Padre Apla’s
                                            – a petition

Missionaries and martyrs, pray for us
That we may still our anger and intemperance
And listen not to the voices of hate
But rather to the small still voice 1 of love

Missionaries and martyrs, pray for us
That we may think before we write in blood
And resolve our differences through God’s peace
With prayer, understanding, and fellowship

Missionaries and martyrs, pray for us
That we never state a thesis as death

Blessed Stanley Rother – thank you


1 1 Kings 19:12

Myopic the media swaying the mob,
Sniveling fantasies, coaxing the slob.
Co-opting response from opinion-less types
In fashioning rainbows for homos and *****,
Rampaging racism's silver, sharp teeth
Whilst prodding the vulnerable's spongy beneath.
Slipping the knife deep into the flank
Whilst the loud ostentatious are flaying for rank.
Slaying the leaders why ever they stand,
Assassins deployed in a leaderless land.
Spreading black lies for the diet of fools
In cognitive misuse of our media tools
Then blatant superficiality flares
Causing apathy rule, where nobody cares,
It all resolves to a meaningless blah
Where disinterest abandons all truth, as bizarre,
The narcotic dysfunction in media sway
Is tragically mauling humanity's way.

M
10 December 2021

Lawrence Hall
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                                                       Offenders

                                   to St. Jude – a petition for prisoners

In the system they’re called offenders
No one knows why; the offenses are over
Concrete dorms, three-high bunks, white uniforms
And overhead the sting of fluorescents

I’m not going all Pollyanna here
All of them know the poisonous passions of ****
The stench of blood, the sting of fluorescents
In fearing eyes in a gas station at night

The stench of cells, the sting of fluorescents
In glaring eyes in the booking area at night
Humiliations, transports, stripped and searched
Form a straight line with hands behind your backs

But still, a man’s a man

The difference between a man inside the wire
And a man outside the wire
Is often only that one man is inside the wire
And the other man is outside the wire

“For all have sinned…”

Christmas is coming

Will there be a letter from home?

St. Jude, help all of us to be better men

In spite of ourselves

If a flame begins to flicker
It must be tended to.
But you must not ever
Heap on so much wood
That it smothers the flame
And the fire goes totally out.
          ljm

Lawrence Hall
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                You Were in Bethlehem – Don’t You Remember?

                             Setting up the family Creche

When you were a little child you knelt before
The Infant Jesus there in Bethlehem
Among the animals you placed your toys:
Barbie and Buzz, and Woody the Cowboy too

Even the Wise Men smiled to hear you sing
To the Holy Family your baby songs
In cold Judaea in the long ago
The Christmas story is true, and you were there

And so forever

You are a Christmas child and kneel before
The Infant Jesus – here in Bethlehem

Lawrence Hall
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                                      A Polar Bear’s Diet

Do polar bears caution each other about
The dangers of eating human livers?