Inside The Old Dark House: A Poem
Inside The Old Dark House: A Poem
An old abandoned farmhouse
an old country road
old signpost pointing to an old prairie town no longer there
sound of a dog barking
but no dog there
its bones long turned to dust
The hum of an engine running
in the old Chevy truck
no longer on wheels
and no longer with engine
sounds echoing from a distant past
maybe not so distant
the distant yesterday
that was our grandparents’ today
Inside the windows of the house
curtains laced with dust
the calling card of decades of neglect
cobwebs cover old photos
of a time when pictures were seen on walls
and not computer and smart phone screens
pictures with memories
memories of people no longer here
and people possibly no longer remembered
Old stove
powered by wood and flame
and not the push of a distant remote button
Up the old creaky stairs
to old bedrooms
Beds buried under old sheets
as abandoned as the house itself
On the dresser
the ticking of an old clock
that no longer ticks
both hands frozen at the same time
12 o’ clock
whether noon or midnight it now forever shows no one knows
but then again no one now sees
so no one cares whether it shows
the high noon of a forgotten yesterday
or the midnight of a new day that never came
Down the old creaky stairs again
to the parlour
on the mantle above the old fireplace
a radio with broken dial
and broken tuner
and a dead lifetime warranty battery
No sound can be heard
and yet a distant voice
a voice from a long distant yesterday of the late 1930s
a voice speaking in German
“We are satisfied with just the Sudetenland”
And in the center of the room
an old television
a giant of a thing
a dinosaur from a prehistoric age of electronics
“RCA- it’s our latest”
today it would seem so last week
which by this minute and today’s standards is indeed so last millennium
a set whose voice would say “I love Lucy”
and “we’ve got a really big shoo for you this evening… a really big shoo”
A TV that ran on an antenna
no cable or satellite here
The phone rings it seems
on a phone attached to a plug in the wall
a plug eaten away by time… and rodents…
tied in to a phone line swept away by the winds… the wind of the prairie.. and the wind of change…
The old radio creaks once again in German, “We are satisfied with just the Sudetenland” …
The old television with its old antenna seems to momentarily blip on…
… picking up a signal from today…
… in one of those strange moments in time…
… where it seems yesterday and today and tomorrow meet and intersect…
in some eternal now…
“We have no interest in taking Ukraine” the smiling bald- headed man assures the world in Russian
as the radio spits and sputters in German
and the phone continues to ring…
… Perhaps there is something the past can still tell us…
… if we have ears to hear..
… The dog barks…
… The clock ticks…
… And the hands show 12…
– A poem written by Christopher
Sunday March 30th 2014.
Haiku About Freddy Krueger Playing U.S. College Basketball
Haiku About Freddy Krueger Playing U. S. College Basketball
See Freddy Krueger
long nails cut off heads in hoops
March Madness indeed
Haikus About The Age of Aquarius and Its Foreshadowing
Haikus About The Age of Aquarius and Its Foreshadowing
The 1960s
rock musical Hair sees dawn
Aquarian Age
The summer of love
’67 in San Fran
flowers in their hair
The summer of death
’69 in LA means
there’s blood everywhere
Charles Manson decrees
Helter Skelter is now here
so Sharon Tate dies
August 9th four die
August 10th two die
Manson’s reign rains blood
The hippy era
from free love to bloody death
a dawn has gone wrong
This is the dawning
of the Age Aquarius
flowers bloom then wilt
Love followed by hate
flowers in hair gives way to
knives in hand below
The year 2012
some say Aquarian Age
has begun its run
Charles Manson figure
par excellence waits in wings
the dread Antichrist
-A series of Haikus
written by Christopher
Wednesday March 26th
2014.
Haiku About The Last Flight of MH370
Haiku About The Last Flight of MH370
Plane falls to ocean
there’s salt water everywhere
sea plus flood of tears
Peter Whitstable On The Temple Mount
Peter Whitstable On The Temple Mount
Peter Whitstable the man they called the Fox Mulder of Interpol stood on the Temple Mount.
He was looking for signs of a panther that had been seen on the Temple Mount.
Peter Whitstable believed the panther was Konalu a creature that was created by being astral projected from the mind of Fenrir the Battle of Ragnarok apocalyptic wolf from Norse mythology.
He decided it would be a good thing to get out of the office at Interpol’s International Headquarters in Lyon, France because it looked like it would only be a matter of time before his co-workers called the men in the white suits bearing straight jackets and emerging from their paddy wagons.
While in Israel, he had asked to see the man at Mossad they called the Controller of the Golem.
His request for an appointment was turned down.
As he stood on the Temple Mount, he recognized the demon Asmodeus standing on the same mount yawning and smoking a large extra-King sized cigarette.
Peter Whitstable sometimes wished that he had taken up drinking or sniffing glue.
Then he’d have an excuse for seeing what he sometimes saw.
This was one of those moments.
. . .
Turkish Prime Minister Recep Tayyip Erdogan was in his bedroom.
He looked up and noticed a black panther approaching him.
Unsure of what to do, Erdogan held out his hand and started purring, “Nice kitty. Nice kitty.”
He hoped that the panther wasn’t Syrian and wasn’t a pro-Bashar Assad sympathizer seeing as how Turkey had just shot down a Syrian military plane.
He hoped that the panther wasn’t an avid Twitter user either- one who was pissed at not being able to access his Twitter account in Turkey.
. . .
Russian President Vladimir Putin told the Commander of Russian Forces who were amassing on the border with Ukraine to wait for his instructions on whether or not to go ahead and invade all Ukraine.
He would leave the speaker phone on in his office and if he were to start shouting “Yes! Yes! Yes!” that would be his order to cross the border and take all of Ukraine and unite it to the Russian Motherland.
As he stood at the window and gazed out at the Moscow landscape with its domed churches and crosses, he wondered if he could spot the Golden Arches of the nearest McDonald’s as he suddenly felt a craving for a Big Mac (which mercifully had escaped the list of U.S. and EU sanctions against Moscow).
Suddenly the beautiful and lovely seductress the Babylonian Vampiress Lilith flew in through his office window.
She was wearing the latest spring fashion Cartier white evening dress with gold sequins.
She threw Putin back on to the Russian black bear skin rug in his office, ripped off all his clothes and mounted him.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Putin was soon screaming in a matter of minutes.
The General put his phone down.
He addressed his aide- a handsome young lieutenant with whom he re-enacted ancient Spartan army nighttime maneuvers.
“Well there we have the order,” the General said, “we take all of Ukraine.”
“That’s good,” his lieutenant answered, “I’ve kind of got a hankering for Kiev style homemade perogies at the moment.”
“But first you must have a Russian sausage,” the General pulled down his pants.
To be continued.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday March 23rd
2014.
Haiku About Hegelian Synthesis of Nazi Germany and the Soviet Union
Haiku About Hegelian Synthesis of Nazi Germany and the Soviet Union
Hitler + Stalin
Hegel’s dialectics equals
Vladimir Putin
Dracul Van Helsing 
The Cobra On The Temple Mount
March 31, 2014 at 7:29 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, Horror, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (Asmodeus, Fenrir, Fenrir and Konalu, Fenrir The Wolf, Israel, Jerusalem, Konalu, Konalu The Panther, Middle East, Peter Whitstable, Temple Mount, Temple of Solomon, The al-Aqsa Mosque, The Ancient Serpent, The Apocalypse, The Cobra on The Temple Mount, The Demon Asmodeus, The Fox Mulder of Interpol, The Temple Mount, vampire novel, Wailing Wall, Western Wall)
The Cobra On The Temple Mount
On this last day of March in the year 2014, Peter Whitstable the man they called the Fox Mulder of Interpol once again stood on the Temple Mount in Jerusalem.
He once again looked for signs of the panther Konalu the supernatural entity that was astral projected at a great distance by Fenrir the Norse apocalyptic wolf of the Battle of Ragnarok.
But no Konalu.
He also looked around for signs of the demon Asmodeus that he had recently spotted on the Temple Mount.
But no Asmodeus.
What he saw instead was a giant Cobra seemingly emerging from the center of the Earth below the Temple Mount.
The Cobra rose and rose.
And stood atop the Temple Mount rising to a tremendous height above the City of Jerusalem- the same height as the statue of Christ the Redeemer that overlooks the City of Rio de Janeiro in Brazil.
People on and around the Temple Mount were oblivious to the presence of the Cobra as if it were an invisible force.
Muslim believers continued to enter and exit the al-Aqsa Mosque.
Jewish believers continued to pray at the Wailing Wall at the foot of the western side of the Temple Mount.
And confused American tourists at the bottom of the Temple Mount asked whereabouts was the Temple of Solomon as they wanted to get a pic of it to post to their Facebook page.
The Cobra bared its fangs and let out a huge hiss.
The hiss seemed to attract a huge flock of ferocious looking ravens who flew down and settled all over the Temple Mount.
Opposite the Temple Mount in the eastern sky flew a lone white dove.
In his mind, Whitstable thought he could hear a soft gentle female voice singing,
Fly little white dove fly
spread your wings sing out your cry
‘cross the universal sky…
The little white dove turned and flew away looking for a land where it would truly feel welcome.
It had a long way to fly.
To be continued.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday March 31st
2014.
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