Chris Tyrimos


Chris Tyrimos Poems

1. Deo Favente (The Life And Trials Of Foxman - 3) 7/30/2012
2. Department Store Delusions 7/30/2012
3. Desire 7/30/2012
4. Dinosaurs In The Bath 7/30/2012
5. Foxman (The Life And Trials Of Foxman - 1) 7/30/2012
6. Last Night In Tangiers 7/30/2012
7. Meet Me At The Diner 7/30/2012
8. Networks 7/30/2012
9. Pretium Victoriae 7/30/2012
10. Diversions 7/30/2012
11. Knickerbocker Glory 10/16/2012
12. The Back Seat 12/13/2012
13. Space 4/2/2013
14. Supermoon 6/25/2013
15. Desperado 7/8/2013
16. Desperado (Part Two) 7/17/2013
17. Desperado (Part Three) 7/22/2013
18. Snowmen 9/21/2013
19. Sich Hüten 3/2/2014
20. Nostalgia And Wet Playtimes. 3/23/2014
21. Nature 4/28/2014
22. Observations Of A Ghost 8/5/2014
23. Foxman Revisited (The Life And Trials Of Foxman - 2) 7/16/2015
24. Foxman's Observations (The Life And Trials Of Foxman - 4) 11/6/2015
25. Mercury In Sagittarius 11/29/2015
26. Symbolic Nonsense Two 12/13/2015
27. Frog Returns (Childrens) 12/18/2015
28. Tea 12/30/2015
29. February 2/4/2014
30. The Sixpenny Maid 5/31/2018
31. Mr Frog [ Childrens ] 7/30/2012
32. Radio Times 7/30/2012
33. Marrakech: Or The Tale Of The Monkey In The Jemaa El Fna 10/28/2013
34. Symbolic Nonsense I 2/24/2014
35. Sliding Doors (Prose In Stanzas) 5/21/2018

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  • Prabir Gayen Prabir Gayen (12/14/2018 12:04:00 AM)

    Very talented poet you arr

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Best Poem of Chris Tyrimos

Sliding Doors (Prose In Stanzas)

It had been a while since I reminded my Self how pointless it all was. About Three days. In the grand scheme of things of course.
Futile, but amusing. Shallow, but amusing. Ambiguous nonsense, the Human condition. Interesting at times, but predictable. Me included.

I took refuge in realising everything was a ridiculous life long farce. But it was a beautiful parody.

Money made me feel sick, I took a cold shower hoping it would cleanse the idea from me, it had a hold on me to an extent as I required it to survive, I've been told. There wasn't enough soap, I'd need Dettol. I ...

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Meet Me At The Diner

Welcome to my world, yours, ours.
Meet at the diner you knocked down with those
expensive beautiful lies voiced in mock red leather electric booths.
The trifle reminded me of the French revolution.

Touch hands through the ruffled edges of a newspaper.
Wet soggy cinema tickets, un cut, never used.
Carve a slice of cherry pie and preserve our date.
Fill your cup with metallic black coffee, big black eyes.

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