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Myth Dispelled: Youngsters Do Read!

Nicholas C. Rossis

New York Public Library

I have written before about the reality behind the myth that youngsters no longer read. Now, a Pew Research Center survey has the surprising answer to the question, which adult generation is more likely to have visited a public library in the past year: it’s the Millennials. Yes, the same Millennials widely accused of not reading!

A new analysis of Pew Research Center survey data from fall 2016 finds that 53% of Millennials (those ages 18 to 35 at...

Heels and Fingers

The heels are gone
Yet her scent lingers on.
Delicate fingers
Strummed a tune
That was over all too soon.

There were 2 heads
Laid upon my bed,
Now there is but one
Yet her scent lingers on.

Perfume fades over time
Until all scent is gone
But recollection of heels and fingers
Lingers
On in rhyme.

Venus

I found Venus in my bed.
Well that was her name she said
And I
Can not believe that a goddess would lie …

An Autumn Girl

An autumn girl.
Falling leaves whirl.
Trees naked stand
Their branches reaching for the great sky
And I.

No More

Once I desired the fecund fruit.
Passion’s flute
Sounded loud and clear.
Now I hear
The great tide withdraw.
Venus shall tread no more
On this barren shore.

Set a fly to catch a spider

Diving deep I hold my breath.
Who knows what will creep
Out from this rock
(I am beyond shock),
For this is the World Wide Web where spiders wait
And find too late
That the juicy fly
They hoped to entangle is … I

The Shame Game

Shall we play
The game
Of shame
Where you pass
Moral judgement on me
But fail to see,
In the glass
The slightest trace
Of disgrace
In your own sweet face?

Shall I say
By way
Of defence
That you did such and such?
Tis all too much
And a pretence
Of defence
As 2 wrongs do not make a right.
So we fight
And the bed is cold at night.

There was a young man from Pakistan

There was a young man from Pakistan
Who married a girl called Anne.
She was extremely pretty
And worked in the city
For a man by the name of Dan

Public Speaking

I heard his peroration
About the good of the nation
And how we must all stick together
Through stormy weather.

I heard another
Say all men are my brother.
And rich old Jack
Must give what collective Jill does lack.

Looking back at that hall
I recall
The people cheering.
Others jeering,
And the cynics sneering.

The Lost Soul

In the beginning

Sinning

Is like touching a live wire.

You know

That you mustn’t go

There But desire

Twitches

And reputation, riches,

Are for a moment forgot

In pleasure’s  hot

Flush

And rush.

 

Later sinning

Becomes habit forming.

The devil is grinning

And there is no chance of reforming.

You fight

At night

Under sweated sheet.

When the morn breaks

The bird takes Flight

Leaving you in defeat.