Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
Daydreams For Ginsberg
I lie on my back at midnighthearing the marvelous strange chimeof the clocks, and know it's mid-night and in that instant the wholeworld swims into..
© Jack Kerouac
Bus East
Society has good intentions Bureaucracy is like a friend5 years ago - other furies other losses -America'strying to control the uncontrollable Forest..
© Jack Kerouac
Bowery Blues
The story of manMakes me sickInside, outside,I don't know whySomething so conditionalAnd all talkShould hurt me so.I am hurtI am scaredI want to..
© Jack Kerouac
4th Chorus Mexico City Blues
Roosevelt was worth 6, 7 million dollarsHe was TightFrog waitsTill poor flyFlies byAnd then they got himThe pool of clear rocksCovered with vegetable..
© Jack Kerouac
3rd Chorus Mexico City Blues
Describe fires in riverbottomsand, and the cooking;the cooking of hot dogsspitted in whittled sticksover flames of woodfirewith grease dropping in..
© Jack Kerouac
2nd Chorus Mexico City Blues
Man is not worried in the middleMan in the MiddleIs not WorriedHe knows his KarmaIs not buriedBut his Karma,Unknown to him,May end -Which is..
© Jack Kerouac
241st Chorus
And how sweet a story it isWhen you hear Charley Parkertell it,Either on records or at sessions,Or at offical bits in clubs,Shots in the arm for the..
© Jack Kerouac
211th Chorus
The wheel of the quivering meatconceptionTurns in the void expelling human beings,Pigs, turtles, frogs, insects, nits,Mice, lice, lizards, rats..
© Jack Kerouac
1st Chorus Mexico City Blues
Butte Magic of IgnoranceButte MagicIs the same as no-ButteAll one lightOld Rough RoadsOne High IronMainwayDenver is the same'The guy I was with his..
© Jack Kerouac
149th Chorus
I keep falling in lovewith my mother,I dont want to hurt her-Of all people to hurt.Every time I see hershe's grown olderBut her uniform alwaysamazes..
© Jack Kerouac
10th Chorus Mexico City Blues
The great hanging weak teat of Indiaon the mapThe Fingernail of MalayaThe Wall of ChinaThe Korea Ti-Pousse ThumbThe Salamander Japanthe Okinawa Moon..
© Jack Kerouac
To A Rhinoceros
Rhinoceros, your hide looks all undone,You do not take my fancy in the least:You have a horn where other brutes have none:Rhinoceros, you are an ugly..
© Hilaire Belloc
Time Cures All
It was my shame, and now it is my boast,That I have loved you rather more than most.
© Hilaire Belloc
The Yak
As a friend to the children commend me the Yak.You will find it exactly the thing:It will carry and fetch, you can ride on its back,Or lead it about..
© Hilaire Belloc
The World Is Full Of Double Beds
The world is full of double bedsAnd most delightful maidenheads,Which being so, there’s no excuseFor sodomy of self-abuse.
© Hilaire Belloc
The Whale
The Whale that wanders round the PoleIs not a table fish.You cannot bake or boil him wholeNor serve him in a dish;But you may cut his blubber upAnd..
© Hilaire Belloc
The Vulture
The Vulture eats between his meals,And that's the reason whyHe very, very, rarely feelsAs well as you and I.His eye is dull, his head is bald,His..
© Hilaire Belloc
The Tiger
The tiger, on the other hand,Is kittenish and mild,And makes a pretty playfellowFor any little child.And mothers of large families(Who claim to..
© Hilaire Belloc
The Telephone
To-night in million-voiced London IWas lonely as the million-pointed skyUntil your single voice. Ah! So the sunPeoples all heaven, although he be but..
© Hilaire Belloc
The Statue
When we are dead, some Hunting-boy will passAnd find a stone half-hidden in tall grassAnd grey with age: but having seen that stone(Which was your..
© Hilaire Belloc
The South Country
When I am living in the MidlandsThat are sodden and unkind,I light my lamp in the evening:My work is left behind;And the great hills of the South..
© Hilaire Belloc
The Scorpion
The Scorpion is as black as soot,He dearly loves to bite;He is a most unpleasant bruteTo find in bed at night.
© Hilaire Belloc
The Rebel
There is a wall of which the stonesAre lies and bribes and dead men's bones.And wrongfully this evil wallDenies what all men made for all,And..
© Hilaire Belloc
The Pelagian Drinking Song
Pelagius lived at KardanoelAnd taught a doctrine thereHow, whether you went to heaven or to hellIt was your own affair.It had nothing to do with the..
© Hilaire Belloc