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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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Suspended in a beam of Light





Suspended in a beam of Light

Suspended in a beam of light,
So nearly tumbled out of sight
A fraction of a pixel seen
Where all my little life has been.
Where all my tiny mind unfolds
Where all my simple dreams and goals
Have found a stage to yell and shout
The few poor lines I've blurted out.

My airborne helicopter strolls
encounters with both gems and trolls
sweet dreams and darkness, mixed alike
throughout my planetary hike,
all stories told, some sizzling hot
and many absolutely not.

I gave the Muse my damndest shot
I lived within the story's plot
But all will pass, in Nature's Way,
We talk, we rhyme, we stress, we play
And then one day, we are 'released'.
Some call it 'blessed', but others 'fleeced'

What happens next, beyond that Door
Will likely lead to much, much more.
My bucket list includes this view
Four billion miles from all that stew
I wish to hover here a while
and idle in my domicile.
Just drinking in this humbling sight
the flicker of a candle light
I'll tell a story, spin a tale
Just like a tone deaf nightingale
A mutant turtle on a roll
Enjoying his galactic stroll
You're welcome at my fireside
All cozy warm and versified.

I'll be your tipsy satellite
And you and me can muse all night.



Francis Meyrick





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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