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Getting Even
Getting Even
Getting Even
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Getting Even

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This book contains a collection of poems with an even number of lines (between 4 and 14). These poems are split into three parts; the second and third of which comprise eight line poems about specific subjects. This book was originally released as a PDF via Gutenberg Self Publishing.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherMu Pi Chan
Release dateDec 21, 2019
ISBN9780463853016
Getting Even
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Mu Pi Chan

Mu Pi Chan was born in 1959 in a house that was then in the County of Essex, but which now lies within the London Borough of Havering. He was brought up from a very early age just outside Southend-on-Sea (Essex). He spent three years at the University of Kent at Canterbury (Kent), and has subsequently lived In St Albans (Hertfordshire), Guildford (Surrey), and Romsey (Hampshire).Mu Pi Chan has released a number of volumes of poetry (through Project Gutenberg) covering the period 1973 to 2019. Most of Mu Pi Chan's poetry is inspired by the world around him, particularly the natural world and the people of which he is fond. Other sources of inspiration are the works of other poets and books on philosophy, science, and religion. His poems include a number of parodies, jokes and poetic aphorisms based on these readings.Mu Pi Chan firmly believes that writing poetry allows him to release the thoughts in his head which would otherwise drive him mad.

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    Getting Even - Mu Pi Chan

    Part 1 - Lines and Dates

    Meeting For Dinner

    Let us be getting ready

    For the dinner soon to eat

    And let our heart's hold steady

    As we go unto our meat

    (Sep 2013)

    Sic Biscuitus Disintegratum

    How did the cookie crumble

    So many years ago

    And why can't i remember

    Where all the crumbs did go

    (Sep 2013)

    Striving To Be

    It is my personnel ambition

    To be all that i can

    Something less than a flower

    Something more than a man

    (Sep 2013)

    For My Wendy

    You said there are two cures for love

    But i found that is too few

    Being laid back or being tough

    Neither would quite do

    (Oct 2013)

    Yesterday Itchen

    Today the barges are gone

    Although the churches and mills remain

    No timber, stone, coal, or corn

    Cruise along this watery way

    (Dec 2013)

    Nightmare On Beach Street

    I heard the footsteps

    And i followed

    And thereafter

    The footsteps followed me

    (Dec 2013)

    Freely And Purely

    Will you love me more

    Will you love me less

    When you see me in

    That little black dress

    (Dec 2013)

    The Great Love Gamble

    If all the love that i had lost

    Was totalled up to one last cost

    Then i would pay that greatest price

    And risk it all on this game of dice

    (Jan 2014)

    Going Public

    If love was a flag upon your mast

    Would it be a signal that would last

    And would it be clear for all to see

    Including that it was meant for me

    (Jan 2014)

    The Green Flash

    In the moonless night

    It is hard to recall

    The glorious gifts of the sun

    Especially those last photons of the day

    (Jan 2014)

    Pictures But Not Moving

    I have not enough time

    To write those long reconstructions

    That others so often do

    My shutter snaps too fast

    (Feb 2014)

    Enlightenment Is Just A Light Switch Away

    In those quietly folded moments

    At the end of every day

    Is when i come to realise

    There is nothing more to say

    (Mar 2014)

    The Scent Of The Wind

    I lie in bed and fart

    As if my arse

    Was a solitary wolf

    Howling on its cold lonely rock

    (Mar 2014)

    Spiritual Pointing

    To point

    At the pointless

    Requires

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