Haiku About Restless Butterfly
Haiku About Restless Butterfly
Here is a haiku I wrote about my friend Kriztina who lives in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. She writes a blog at Xanga under the name RestlessButterfly.
Restless Butterfly
Malaysia’s priceless jewel
a monarch with wings
Haiku Inspired By Shakespeare’s Scottish Play
Haiku Inspired By Shakespeare’s Scottish Play
The Lady MacBeth
tries to Shout it out like ad
but damn spot remains
Haiku About Sherlock Holmes
Haiku About Sherlock Holmes
Mister Sherlock Holmes
out of London’s mists and fog
great mind for all time
Haiku About Don Quixote
Haiku About Don Quixote
Old Don Quixote
battling windmills in an age
twilight night of knights
Haiku Inspired By Victor Hugo Novel
Haiku Inspired By Victor Hugo Novel
Young Quasimodo
most recognize him by hunched back
but face rings a bell
Haiku About Headless Horseman
Haiku About The Headless Horseman
Horseman was riding
lost his head in pumpkin patch
mind now sleep hollow
Haiku Inspired By Greek Mythology
Haiku Inspired By Greek Mythology
Medusa Gorgon
having really bad hair day
used snake oil shampoo
Haiku I Wrote About Jesus
Haiku I Wrote About Jesus
Lord Jesus on Cross
his arms nailed but outstretched
Love embraces in pain
Vampiress Isis Throws Temper Tantrum
Vampiress Isis Throws Temper Tantrum
The Paris-based Egyptian vampiress Isis (sister and sister-in-law to the London based billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set) was having a temper tantrum when she heard the news that Pope Francis was going to consecrate the world to the Immaculate Heart of Mary this coming October 13th. To add insult to injury, the famous Pilgrim Statue of Our Lady of Fatima would be in Rome on the dates October 12th to 13th on hand for the Consecration.
Isis’ English butler and valet Cedarman tried to console his mistress but she threw a spiked stiletto high-heeled shoe at him.
“Well there goes an old Christmas gift given to my lady from former Philippines First Lady Imelda Marcos,” Cedarman thought to himself.
“Why? Why? Why?” Isis sobbed causing her ancient Egyptian mascara to flow down both cheeks in a seeming parting of a blue sea as opposed to a Red Sea, “is Pope Francis consecrating the world to Mary instead of to me? I’m the Queen of the Cosmos… not that… that… that… that virgin.” She spat out the word putting a nasty stain on her 50,000 euro handmade Persian carpet.
“Well,” Cedarman soothed, “according to a certain variety of Fundamentalist Protestant, you and the Virgin Mary are one and the same, the Pope is the Antichrist and the Catholic Church is the Whore of Babylon.”
“I don’t care what those idiots think,” Isis bit her vampiric fangs down on her lip causing her lips to bleed adding further stains to her 50,000 Euro Persian carpet, “I am not the same as the Mother of Jesus. She is called the Blessed Virgin Mary and the Blessed Mother.”
Isis threw her other Imelda Marcos given spiked stiletto high heeled shoe at Cedarman.
“She prophesied to her cousin Elizabeth that behold from henceforth, all generations would call her blessed,” Isis shrieked, “if she’s blessed, what does that make me?”.
“Shoeless perhaps?” Cedarman held up one of Imelda Marcos’ gifts that had been thrown at him.
The lovely, shapely and highly attractive vampiress took off her lavender coloured evening dress and tried to strangle Cedarman with it.
Peering at the spectacle through his high-powered binoculars, the Paris police detective (who had been ordered by his superiors to watch the vampiress’ apartment the past few nights) started to hyperventilate with excitement.
As Saddam Hussein’s ghost observed and commented, it was the mother of all climaxes.
To be continued.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Friday August 16th
2013.
Dracul Van Helsing 