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My Review of Philip Larkin’s “High Windows”

I recently read “High Windows” by Philip Larkin, https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B009R67L46/. Then, yesterday evening I discussed Larkin’s poetry with my old friend, Jeff.

Where I to be asked by someone unfamiliar with poetry, for a list of poets with whom they might start, Larkin would undoubtedly be amongst my recommendations. His verse is packed with meaning whilst not being overly difficult to grasp, making it an ideal starting place for the person with little, or no knowledge of poetry.

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Morality

We spoke of morality.

I listened, with respect

To your view.

For you

Are no mere object,

And I,

Do not objectify.

Women are ends

In and of themselves,

And not means

to another’s selfish ends.

The poet delves

Romantics play with semantics.

And poets obfuscate scenes.

A Talented Young Poet Named Leigh

When a talented young poet named Leigh

Said, “I want you to anthologise me”.

They put her in a book

Where you and I can look.

As she’s talented as talented can be!

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When a beautiful young poet named Leigh

Said, “I want you to anthologise me!”.

They put her in a book

Where certain kinds of gentlemen look.

And don’t tell that mother of Leigh!

Immortalised in Rhyme

a young lady whose name is Lyme

Said, “please immortalise me in your rhyme”.

So I wrote of our passionate night

With a buxom young lady called White.

And now she’s immortalised in my rhyme

My Review of “The Wolves of Vimar” by V. M. Sang

I recently finished reading “The Wolves of Vimar”, by Vivienne (V. M. Sang). I greatly enjoyed the book and I have posted the below review on Amazon:

“I don’t usually like fantasy literature, however this was an excellent read which I thoroughly recommend. I shall be reading the other books by this author.”

You can find “The Wolves of Vimar” here, https://www.amazon.co.uk/Wolf-Pack-Wolves-Vimar-Book-ebook/dp/B00CJ16VZ6/

When A Naughty Young Lady Named Lou

When a naughty young lady named Lou

Spanked me with her brand new shoe.

And she said, “are you enjoying?”.

I said,”your shoe your destroying,

And you’ve beaten me black and blue!”.

I stepped Away From My Rhyme

I stepped away from my rhyme

And, for a time

Did smile, while the eternal rain

Touched my fleeting hand.

A few will understand

This rhyme, and rain.

Claire’s Pear

When a young lady named Claire

Said, “have you seen my pear,

Over there, in that bowl?”.

I Said, “bless my soul,

That is a very fine pair!”.

The Morning After, The Night Before

The morning after, the night before

I hear, emptiness’s baying roar.

I shall give in to wordplay

Which, helps the stretching day

Pass. I shall drink

My tea.

Watch the devil wink

And think

On 3.

A Gentleman Said

A gentleman said, “your attentions must cease

Towards my sweet and naive young niece!”.

I said, “is that Miss Claire,

With her lovely long, blonde hair?”.

He said, “that is my other niece!”.