A Question I Must Ask of Myself
The question is asked: What good shall I do today?
It is a fair question. I don’t know who asked it first
But this morning the only importance
Is that I ask this question of myself
Category: Poetry
Worship at the Super Bowl
There are few crimes more likely to drive a man
A man, a sensitive man, a thinking man
To existential despair
Slumber
…to leave reality
and sty to fantasy
Oh the bliss of slumber
‘tis jovial wonder!
But is it True? Modern Mayhem & More
Let’s unpack the cliches and hyperbole
The nuclear option and we’ve got this
What we know now we have our options frontline
Off the table Armageddon option
But a Worm
Who am I to thee draw nigh?
and who am I that thou wouldst die?
Snow Clouds for Children on a January Dawn
There could be snow later, and that would be nice
Children can grow up here and never see snow
Today they might go out and play in it
While we old folks tut-tut, “You’ll catch your death…”
Guilt
What have mine hands wrought? Light away and darkness brought? Am I become mad? Alack, mine hands are red clad?
Read MoreWho Betrayed Anne Frank?
A spokesman for the F.B.I. /
Notes that Jewish hostages were taken…
Butch and Sundance: The Latest Remake
Well, now, Butch and Sundance (I’ll tell you no lies) /
Stop the U.P. right in its trackages…
A Street Called Parallel
When I was a girl, in small-town America, /
There was a street called Parallel, /
Where we Protestants ran alongside the /
Catholics – an historical microcosm of /
Our ancestral nations.
A Time Capsule for our Noblest Soldier
If there must be time capsules buried beneath /
Statues of bold men wearing uniforms /
As a remembrance of man’s noblest ideals /
Let us have one for dear ol’ Sergeant Schultz
We’ll Write a New Idyll This Year
Janus faces both ways, and so do we /
A last, lingering look at the year that was /
And then a turn to the year we must meet /
Marching to it through Janus Pater’s doors
Heavenly Hosts
Angels of God, oh glorious host /
Protect those who need you most /
Guide and teach us ever this day /
And keep all of our temptations at bay.
While We Search The Heavens For That Star
That star that led us to a stable long ago /
And now bathes our souls with its silver glow
A Christmas Prayer
We pray that this Christmas Day
Brings you peace,
Hope,
Love for God and Man,
Another Christmas
We bring our gifts to Mary’s fair-born Child: /
A pen, a broom, a book, a welding rod, /
A wrench, a mop, some papers neatly filed – /
Our daily labors offered up to God /
Packages, Packages, Packages…
A collection of poems by Lawrence “Mack in Texas” Hall (Rated G) A Cargo Cult Conversations are about packagesPackages considered, packages orderedPackages delivered and packages stolenPackages as the cosmic medium of exchange Conversations are about packagesPackages that give meaning to our livesPackages pinched by plundering porch piratesPackages snatched by maskers in masks What is it […]
Read MoreL’insomnie
The dreamless state be a mighty foe. /
O good Lord do grant it a great below; /
Send forth thy ministers of fierce flame /
For Training Purposes this Life May be Monitored
Dear Lord, Thank you for this day /
I ask you that I may /
Pray it, Play it, And Work it /
Most to your pleasure
Overhaste
Impatience is a poison. /
‘Tis a cloud that covers wit. /
It converts sense to chaos /
And teareth cool temp’rance down.
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