Author: Francis Meyrick
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I am the Pin Ball
I am the Pin Ball I am the pin ball In the machine Paddled by forces Seldom seen Invisible fingers Plot my way At their mercy I ricochet.
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Caution – Moggy in the Forum (1) “Self Promotion “
Caution – Moggy in the Forum Part 1: Self Promotion People who know me, will tell you. Sympathetically. They will probably roll their eyes as well. It’s true. I have spent many an hour contentedly blogging away on my battered, steam driven lap top. Tap-tap-tappety-tap. Tap. (sneaking up on an oxymoron) TAP! That’s me. Annoying…
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Of Helicopters and Humans (27) “Serious as a Heart Attack “
Of Helicopters and Humans (Part 27) “Serious as a Heart Attack” So there we were, moseying along. Six on board. Quiet flight deck. We had been chatting earlier, but now we had fallen silent. Just in the cruise, calm flight, grey overcast, good visibility, mild sea state. Peace. All is good. The steady beat of…
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Of Helicopters and Humans (26B) Helo Underwater Escape (Part 2)
Politically Incorrect – but did it get your attention? Of Helicopters and Humans (26B) Helo Underwater Escape – Part 2 Some Thoughts on Monty Python, and the Drill Sergeant. And getting the passengers engaged. After my first Helicopter Dunking Experience, and my rather in-glorious Red-Hat Numpty performance, the years rolled on by. We tiny ants…
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Of Helicopters and Humans (26A) Helo Underwater Escape (Part 1)
Helo Underwater Escape Part 1: Playing Submarine It’s a touchy, sensitive subject. It happens a lot. Too often. People surviving the unscheduled helicopter arrival on a surface of water, perfectly well. Not a scratch. Not a bump. Then, the choppy rolls over, or sinks. And some of the poor guys drown. Some get out. How…
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Lin-hsia (to be in the woods)
Lin-hsia (to be in the woods) I wish for ancient, solemn pines And whispers of the days gone by As underneath the patient spines I watch the changing of the sky. The forest knows the heart of men And in that knowledge stands aside No judgment echoes through the glen Save that we carry deep…
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Caution – Small Man Rhyming
Caution – Small Man Rhyming Great Vanity of vanities How much Art and feeling In our world today Is warped and twisted Perverted and falsified Willingly For the poisonous pleasures Of Reward or Fame? I admire the man Who left only his zither and a donkey And the donkey ill at that But…
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My Dance in the Clouds
My Dance in the Clouds My Dance in the Clouds Spontaneous and colorful Like all things of men Will pass, one day. When the Music stops And the Bandmaster bows, I too From the waist Shall bow deeply. And to you two silent partners of The Way To my dreams and your thoughts To sun…
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Standing Alone
Humanity WHO?… oh, you mean that lot on Sigma Alpha 274 Delta Echo? Standing Alone Standing alone On a rocky, windswept ledge Just below the summit Of a minor, rocky mountain. I gaze At so-called civilization, Humanity by name Far below Insignificant And wrapped, blindly In a cocoon of madness. Only here, Where it is…
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The False Calm
The False Calm (watching in awe as the small man, Obama-Chamberlain, repeats Munich, 1939 style, and Ukraine is fractured) (who is next?) The False Calm of a stricken night Fading away Sleepless and tossed In the struggling light My second sight Seems to be lost Vying only in decay With shadow filled dreams and unrhymed…