Chris Tyrimos Poems
|41.||Mr Frog [ Childrens ]||7/30/2012|
|42.||Deo Favente (The Life And Trials Of Foxman - 4)||7/30/2012|
|44.||Observations Of A Ghost||8/5/2014|
|45.||Nostalgia And Wet Playtimes.||3/23/2014|
|47.||The Day The Earth Stood Still||1/11/2014|
|50.||Symbolic Nonsense I||2/24/2014|
|51.||Marrakech: Or The Tale Of The Monkey In The Jemaa El Fna||10/28/2013|
|52.||The Six Penny Maid (The Supernatural - Part I)||5/9/2018|
|53.||A Funny Valentine||5/11/2013|
|54.||Sliding Doors -new-||5/21/2018|
Comments about Chris Tyrimos
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. There wasn't enough soap, I'd need Dettol.
I thought of Love and how pure it was, in any of its guises.
Time for a cup of ...
Monkey Gods haunt us in novelty fortune cookies.
Belief is half gift, half curse..
At times I see the future, hear conversations in different continents.
This sixth sense slowly pulls me apart, blue electricity diluting nerve
Endings and beginnings.
The whale in the Thames a sign I saw as an eight year old boy.
A corkscrew convolution of the truth.
Oxbridge scholars felt shy at Bletchley Park, station X cipher breakers.