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Location:Texas, USA Naturalized US Citizen of Irish extract -   Fixed Wing and Helo trucker.Interests: "The Absurdity of Man". I am a proud supporter of Blarney, Nonsense, and Hooey. I enjoy being a chopper jockey, and trying to figure the world, people and belief systems out. I'm just not very good at it, so it keeps me real busy. I scribble, blog, run this website, mess with rental houses, ride motorbikes, and read as much as I can. I went solo 44 years ago, and I like to say I'm gonna get me a real job one day. When I grow up. ("but not just yet, Lord, not just yet") For my aviation scribbles see www.chopperstories.com.... enjoy! I wish you Peace in your Life. May you always walk with the sun on your face, and a breeze ruffling your hair. And may you cherish a quiet wonder for our awesome Universe. Life isn't always good. But it is always fascinating. Never quit.
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I looked in the mirror this morning


I looked in the mirror this morning



I looked in the mirror this morning,
un-fresh out of bed,
trying vainly to corral
my last few stuttering brain cells
flashing feebly in my sleep starved mind,

Overcome, I shut my eyes for a second
swaying precariously
gripping the cold plastic marble edge
of the weary, toothpaste stained basin
and tried to imagine myself a virile
sexy, well bodied, true blooded
hell-for-leather all defying ace
accustomed to my proper place,
flying through the myriad skies
conquering damsels and fathering dynasties.

Slowly and cautiously
I opened one eye
and peered furtively at the silhouette
that met me in the mirror;
I sighed, and opened the other peep hole,
and he... the Chosen One,
the True Heir of Ghengis Khan
scourge of all virginity
raised himself to his full height.

He needed a shave, I could see.
strong coffee
several stints and a shower
urgent oxygen,
and probably a face lift.

The words, spoken with feeling
Croaked out wearily, but with a certain mischievous delight…

"Morning, you dopey old fart..."




Francis Meyrick           




Last edited by Francis Meyrick on June 16, 2013, 3:15 pm
We little humans, hurtling through the Universe on our tiny, pale blue dot, will find few answers to Life's great mysteries. But we should at least find many of the questions. To write is to ask. To seek. To grope. With humility, and humor. Peace.
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