Author: Francis Meyrick
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Reading MTM?…Shhhhh! Keep it quiet at the bar!
“I’m the King of the Castle! Heh-heh-heh!” Reading MTM? Shhhh… Keep it quiet at the bar! “Ha-Ha! We are funny creatures, you and I, are we not?”, spoke the old Penguin pleasantly. But the Dromedary was not amused. “What do you mean, you stupid, fat Penguin? I am a most perfect creature! I have four…
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MTM – An Alternative Introduction- “An Ancient Chinese Poet “
(This is a cymbal of wot I am trying to say) MTM – An Alternative Introduction An Ancient Chinese Poet I reached Cold Mountain and all cares stopped no idle thoughts remained in my head nothing to do I write poems on rocks and trust the current like an unmoored boat Han Shan, 8th century…
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Of Helicopters and Humans (Part 16) “The Pakistani Captain “
Hummm….This is my alternative uniform Of Helicopters and Humans (Part 16) “The Pakistani Captain” I speak a half dozen languages, but Pakistani isn’t one of them. But I think you subconsciously get used to picking up on traits and vocal oddities when bloody foreigners (like me) try solemnly masticating American English as their second language.…
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Cold Mountain
Cold Mountain Someone sighed “Cold Mountain sir Your poems possess no sense” I said for the Ancients Poverty was no disgrace To this he answered laughing “Such talk is poorly reasoned” Well sir then be as you are With money your concern. (Han Shan, a.k.a. Cold Mountain, Chinese poet, 8th century) Amused I am That…
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I crave a drop of solitude
I CRAVE A DROP OF SOLITUDE I crave a drop of solitude A quietness in my head I sense a need for fortitude Along the coast ahead. I feel bemused and wondering I’m stumbling like two fools I fail to comprehend this Life Or figure out the Rules. Come see the Fool that dances In…
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After all these Years
(woke up this morning, and, for what it’s worth, scribbled this in one sitting. True dream…) After all these years After all these years, I miss you still And as if to prove Life’s captive dance This morning in a quiet dream You held me in an iron trance. Still…!, after all this graceless toil…
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These claws unkind, inside my mind
THESE CLAWS UNKIND, INSIDE MY MIND Too much to bear Thoughts everywhere The flash and clack The cyber whack these claws unkind Inside my mind. Sometimes I wish For a simple dish Just wander and read And only heed the quiet whirring of thoughts stirring. It would perhaps Be a total collapse Of my rickety…
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Into this rushing, cyber world
INTO THIS RUSHING, CYBER WORLD Into this rushing, cyber world, Helter skelter, I got hurled, Screaming like a new born mite Plummeting out into day light. Computers and the World Wide Worry An Arachnid, charging, frantic flurry Flashing pop-pops in my face Vying for my mental space. Is there also plenty hid Concealed beneath an…
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Barack, Barack, where have you been?
L’Empereur, c’est moi! Barack, Barack, where have you been? I’ve been to London to see the Queen! Barack, Barack, what did you see? Plenty of people waving at me! Barack, Barack, what did you do? I offered Old Bessie a new hair do! Barack, Barack, why did you blink? Because the old Bat ignored my…
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Daily Commute
Daily Commute A cruel cacophony of Life A whirling dervish grinning strife A hostile wall of smoking tires And high compression vapor fires Combustion engines on a roll Uncaring of the human toll. The honking horns and dazzling lights The angry claims to challenged rights Blood pressure boiling through the roof Unable to remain aloof…