He Sits and Reads Poetry all the long day

Kevin Hulme

He Sits and Reads Poetry all the long day,

While the World in it's Humour spins Merrily away.

When there's bilious Hot Air by all Puffed-Up MPs,

He's lost in his Chair in all Comfort and Ease.

While Athletes do preen Winning various feats,

He walks in Nirvana by the Shade of John Keats.

When legs shin up Mountains at a Perilous cost,

He's asking for Roses with Robert Lee Frost.

While Peace Makers sigh with diminishing hope,

He Bathes in the Glories of Tennison and Pope.

For War is the indulgence of the Crippled of Mind,

So in Longfellow and Shelly there's a Peace he can find.

And while Newspapers Snipe , their Venom so Made,

He reads of those Hymns to Laura once Paid.

To Heavenly Beatrice who snared the good Heart,

Of a Florentine Poet and Burnished his Art.

Those  Grandees of Rome that feed the dull mind,

With their Honeyed Sweet Verse that Blossom with time,

So with Homer and Virgil he could never yet spurn,

As our Leaders do fiddle while the World slowly burns.

Companions are a nuisance, he feels no demand,

What need of dull friendship with Sandburg at hand.

So he sits and Reads Poetry all the long day,

While the World in it's Madness Spins merrily away.

For beyond the glass Pane are workings Obscene,

So he treads the soft Blades of Elysian green.

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  • sorenbarrett

    Loved this one Kevin I can identify with this a great deal. I do spend a good deal of time reading poetry a fave

  • Kevin Hulme

    Thank you. Glad you enjoyed it. And for the fave. 👍

  • Tristan Robert Lange

    What a fantastic piece, Kevin! The world outside is consumed by ego, conflict, and spectacle while poetry offers wisdom, beauty, companionship, and peace. As both poet and reader, this resonated deeply with me. Wonderful write, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

    • Kevin Hulme

      Thank you for your message and Reading.
      Also for the fave.

    • Thomas W Case

      Man’s hiding in books like a bunker, but you can’t blame him—the world outside’s loud and mean.
      Still, there’s a whisper here: even Elysium can turn into a place you go to not come back.

      • Kevin Hulme

        'There is no Frigate like a Book to take us Lands away.' as Emily Dickinson once said. Thank you for Reading and Comment.



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