Saturday, March 28, 2015

Had Byron Lived a Few Years Longer

Had Byron Lived a Few Years Longer

V:

She stalks in Makeup, like a fright
Of Senior Specials and takeout fries;
And all that’s worst of snark and bite
Meet in her painted layers of guise:
Thus billowed in that fluorescent light
Which Heaven to youthful lads denies.

R:

He talks of Makeup, silly old wight
Of faded beauties – through his old eyes!
Tho’ his slim waist and muscled might
Have long departed – he is no prize!
Thus now of greater width than height
Which Heaven to happy girls denies.


Lawrence Hall
mhall46184@aol.com

Friday, March 27, 2015

A Morning in March

Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com

A Morning in March

This morning is a sonnet sweetly sung
First by the breeze sighing through apple leaves
Then by the sun laughing across the grass
And by murmuring doves and nattering sparrows
Fussing with squirrels under a happy oak
Dressing itself in the fashion of spring
Covering the barrenness of winter with
Young leaves only now learning how to flirt
In anticipation of summer days:
This morning is a sonnet sweetly sung

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

The Morning Paper and a Cigarette

Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com

The Morning Paper and a Cigarette

The morning paper and a cigarette,
A cup of coffee to complete the theme
A booth with creaky, cracked leatherette seats
And a sticky-top table stained with stories
A joint called Al’s, just off the interstate
Dry desert cold lingering from the autumn night
Until the sun rises to light the way
To California, and The Hungry i
For now: the desert, a cup of coffee,
The morning paper, and a cigarette

The Morning Paper and a Cigarette

Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com

The Morning Paper and a Cigarette

The morning paper and a cigarette,
A cup of coffee to complete the theme
A booth with creaky, cracked leatherette seats
And a sticky-top table stained with stories
A joint called Al’s, just off the interstate
Dry desert cold lingering from the autumn night
Until the sun rises to light the way
To California, and The Hungry i
For now: the desert, a cup of coffee,
The morning paper, and a cigarette

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

The Great Gatsby

The Tedious Gatsby, Old Sport

I took up Gatsby, and I read,
And now I’m glad that Gatsby’s dead.

Sunday, March 22, 2015

A Letter from France, 1919

Mack Hall, HSG
Mhall46184@aol.com

A Letter from France, 1919

At an estate sale I considered buying an old letter, and decided not to. Then I considered it again, and bought it after all. It is written from France on stationery printed “AMERICAN YMCA” and ON ACTIVE SERVICE WITH THE AMERICAN EXPEDITIONARY FORCE.” The envelope is franked “SOLDIER’S MAIL” and features the “OK” and the illegible signature of the censorship officer.

A young man from Orange, Texas, probably a teenager, writes of occupation duty, erratic mail service, the marvels of electricity (few American homes had electricity in 1919), and of frustration because he and his regiment have been kept behind in France for months after their active service in combat.

Although the penmanship from this doughboy of a century ago is elegant, the paper and the ink have both deteriorated and so I may have erred in transcription. The letter is addressed to:

Mrs. M Akins
R. A. Box 69
Orange
Texas

Febuary 5, 1919

My Dear Mother & All:

Well I hope you have heard from me by this time as the last letter I got from you said that you had not heard from me in 3 months and I don’t know what the matter was as I write very often and I sure mail them. Well what kind of weather are you having at home we are having bum weather now it has quit snowing and going to raining but it is not so very cold but last week it was awful cold. Well we are still working on the French roads and I think we are doing fine as you know all of the boys are disgusted as we have been over hear almost 15 months and haven’t got to go home yet and there were some regiments over here that weren’t over here hardly no time and now have gone home and we are still in France and I sure do want to come home awful bad. I sure do want to come home but I guess I will just have to stick it out. Say the country here sure is wonderful you have heard of cave dwellers well there are miles and miles here along the river front some of the prettiest houses you ever seen just dug out in the solid rock and the farms here are all nice all the towns around here have eletcric lights and they sure look old I mean the cave dwellers. And there sure some crooked stretts here and they are about wide enough for a baby buggy.

Well I will ring off for this time and write more the next love to all

Ralph H Akins 17104
30th Company
20th Engineers
American E. F.

Almost a century later we are left wondering about young Ralph, about when he finally got to go home to Orange, what his mom cooked him for supper that first night back, and what he did afterward in life.

-30-

Saturday, March 21, 2015

What Was in the White House Package?

Mack Hall, HSG
Mhall46184@aol.com

What Was in the White House Package?

That the Not-So-Secret Service seems to consist only of superannuated frat boys carrying firearms is old news, so there is no surprise about their latest comedy routine from The Naked Gun: From the Files of Police Squad.

Paging Detective Frank Drebin…

In their latest (as of this scribbling) comedy routine, a couple of the Secret Action Hero lads drove to the White House under the influence of a late night of merriment and good fellowship, and compromised an investigation into a suspicious package (are there any trusting packages?) left at the gates.

If the local coppers / flatfoots / Peelers / gumshoes / Sherlocks / constabulary / Officer Semanskis had been permitted to investigate we would have known all about the package within a day or two. Given that The Happy Hour Cocktail Commandos are in charge, we can only speculate about what was in the suspicious package left at the White House gates. Some possibilities:


1. An advance copy of the new federally mandated cookbook for schools and hospitals: Gruel – It’s Not Just for Victorian Orphanages

2. Transcripts of a former secretary of state’s misplaced emails

3. A map to Vladimir Putin’s secret hideout where he plans world domination, beginning with Disneyland

4. A copy of the U.S. Constitution

5. A book of Hillary’s cookie recipes

6. Pizza

7. The complete The Brady Bunch Meet The Flintstones on DVD, including The Lost Episodes

8. An invitation to join Governor Christie and his wife for a game of bridge

9. The remains of a fence-jumper who misjudged speed, distance, height, and those really sharp spikes

10. The complete edition of late-night TV Secret Service Jokes in three DVDs dropped by a renegade drone

But I must close now. It’s midnight, and there’s a knock on the door. Wonder who it could be…

-30-

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

A Funeral

Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com

A Funeral

The hymns have been sung, and the Gospel read;
We prayed for everyone except the dead