The Beckoning Poetry Post Page

Poetry by Francis Deider Hostan-Meyer

Added 12 December 2001

This is a section where I post poems sent to me by people who have found my site and wish to display their own works. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do!

This poem is by Francis Deider Hostan-Meyer

Address of a streetcar

Desolation of being

Urban humour… laughs frail raindrops onto my face

I cry –

Masked by the rain – I cry

The clock, mocks, my sense of punctuality

What is a minute?

That can destroy a love…

Between a man and a child


Why god? Why wont the factories that shed smog of hatred –

Bitterness why wont they understand god?


I search for the wire thing that pulls on the streetcar wire,

wire wire wire

And it is



I am left staring at an empty sky – the vacant palace of a king I have not yet known…

Boy man child




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