Assorted Broken Saints
After doing some time in this fallen world
We all are broken, and missing a few of our parts
Having lost some hopes and strengths along the way
But we keep chooglin’ along, making it work
Tag: Poetry
Palm Sunday without Air-Raid Warnings
Palm Sunday is easy for the rest of us
A procession with palms from the parking lot
Praising God through an asphalt Jerusalem
A Subaru on His right hand, a Dodge on His left
To Ask to be Exempt Would be Unreasonable
We all have lists of absent friends Who were with us one week and Covid the next With unfinished stories and little jokes We meant to tell each other the next time we met
Read MoreSpring, Spring, Spring
Spring, it won’t be long before the hills are covered in green
Spring, I want to roll in all the scents that flowers bring
We All Dream of Our Own Library Someday
We all dream of our own library someday
Shelf after shelf of finely bound editions
An oak-paneled room with a stone fireplace
And French windows that open to the sea
Select All Images with Traffic Lights
When the ink on his Gospel had barely dried
Saint Matthew was interrupted by angelic sights
And then to him a Voice from Heaven cried:
“Select all images with traffic lights!”
I Grew Up In Mayberry
I passed two men who were building a fence
With hands and tools and strength and uncommon sense…
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?
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.
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
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 MoreFor 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
Thanksgiving Dinner
Don’t forget the napkins, set the plates so /
Upon the tablecloth with its delicate lace /
Silverware all in an orderly row /
And never, ever neglect to say grace
Around the House
There is music around the house today: /
The old refrigerator hums a tune from Frozen /
Handel might envy the washer’s Water Music /
And the off-center dryer waltzes Blue Danube
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