When getting my nose in a book
Cured most things short of school,
It was worth ruining my eyes
To know I could still keep cool,
And deal out the old right hook
To dirty dogs twice my size.
Later, with inch-thick specs,
Evil was just my lark:
Me and my coat and fangs
Had ripping times in the dark.
The women I clubbed with sex!
I broke them up like meringues.
Don’t read much now: the dude
Who lets the girl down before
The hero arrives, the chap
Who’s yellow and keeps the store
Seem far too familiar. Get stewed:
Books are a load of crap.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Soul Receives From Soul by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Олег Бундур – На высоком берегу
- Where we fall by Osman cisse Hanif
- Finding freedom from invisible bonds by Sunil Sharma
- Robert Burns: Craigieburn Wood:
- Eudaemon
- Олег Григорьев – Увязался М. за Ж.
- Quatrain 1693 (Farsi with English Translation) by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Paradise Lost: Book 11 poem – John Milton poems
- Владимир Корнилов – На колоннаде
- After Love by Sara Teasdale
- A Work Of Artifice by Marge Piercy
- Chloris in the Snow by William Strode
- Esteem for Chloris by Robert Burns
- I know The Music (unfinished) by Wilfred Owen
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
Philip Arthur Larkin (1922-1985), Commander of the Order of the British Empire, a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature, Cavalier of the Order of the Companions of Honour, was an English poet, novelist, and librarian.