King Arthur At The Movies

May 12, 2017 at 4:10 pm (Arts, Culture, Entertainment, Film, Literature, Movies, Mythology, Personal essays, The Supernatural) (, , , , , , , )

The movie King Arthur: Legend of the Sword opens in theatres today on what is the 80th Anniversary of the coronation of King George VI as King of Britain (which happened on May 12th 1937).

I’m sure there is no correlation between the two events- the release of a movie that I gather is a real turkey judging from reviews I’m reading at the Rotten Tomatoes film web site and the coronation of a man who was a great and heroic king (in contrast to his brother the Nazi sympathizer King Edward VIII who abdicated the throne for what he thought was a great piece of tail Mrs. Wallis Simpson).

To mark the occasion, I’m posting here two photo montage music videos I made about King Arthur at the OneTrueMedia video making site (an online video making site that sadly no longer exists) and then posted to YouTube.

The 1st King Arthur photo montage I made back on January 24th 2009:

The 2nd King Arthur photo montage music video I made (which was called Merlin, Morgana and Arthur using images from the famous TV series called Merlin) I made back on July 21st 2009:

Here are links to a few chapters I’ve written in my series of vampire novels that pertain to the Arthurian legend:

King Arthur and The Vampire Horus:

https://draculvanhelsing.wordpress.com/2011/04/20/king-arthur-and-the-vampire-horus/

Sunset Over Camelot:

https://draculvanhelsing.wordpress.com/2011/04/18/sunset-over-camelot/

Morgana Before Dawn:

http://thevampiresamurai.blogspot.ca/2010/04/morgana-before-dawn-planned-catnapping.html

Arthur’s Sword and The Best Laid Plans of Mice and Men

http://thevampiresamurai.blogspot.ca/2010/04/arthurs-sword-and-best-laid-plans-of.html

-A personal essay
written by Christopher
Friday May 12th 2017.

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To Sail Upon The Sea: A Poem

May 7, 2017 at 3:38 pm (Art, Arts, Life, Nature, Poetry) ()

Blue Velvet Sky and Sea by Timothy Wood aka SAREJESS

To sail upon the sea beneath a blue velvet sky
I’m filled with such awe to see before I die
a vision of such rare beauty
I feel Van Gogh alongside me
capturing the essence of sky and sea

His eyes they see
to penetrate they be
and with his hands the palette becomes
the means to a dream beneath setting suns
allowing them to become reality
captured in time- this sky and sea.

-A poem written by Christopher
Sunday May 7th 2017.

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Renfield’s Dream of Hercule Poirot

May 4, 2017 at 4:12 pm (Arts, books, Detective story, Literature, Movies, Mystery, Politics, Vampire novel) (, , , , )

Renfield R. Renfield was lying in his bed in the John Milton Blue Room (where John Milton and his daughter Anne once stayed) in a Bed and Breakfast in the town of Tewkesbury in Gloucestershire, England.

Renfield was running as a British Transhumanist Techno-Progressive Anti Bio-Conservative Party candidate in the constituency of Tewkesbury In The Cotswolds.

He was running against sitting incumbent British Conservative MP Agathor Christie (who was a great nephew by marriage of the famous British mystery writer Agatha Christie).

Renfield would soon be involved in a campaign debate against Mr. Agathor Christie.

As such, Renfield fell asleep dreaming about Agatha Christie’s famous Belgian detective sleuth character Hercule Poirot.

Hercule Poirot was staying in a huge mansion on a large English country estate.

Hercule and 24 other guests were enjoying a huge dinner party (Monsieur Poirot would have given Renfield’s friend Amadeus Emanon a run for his money about who was able to eat the most).

After the dinner, most of the other guests had retired to their rooms for this evening.

Hercule himself was in the drawing room enjoying a cigar and a glass of port.

Suddenly a gunshot was heard coming from upstairs.

Followed by a woman’s scream.

The butler entered the drawing room, “Sorry to disturb, sir, but it appears that His Lordship has been murdered.”

“Damn,” Poirot remarked.

He was really starting to enjoy his port and his cigar and the comfort of his easy chair.

Reluctantly the Belgian detective made his way upstairs to the crime scene.

“Wait,” Monsieur Poirot in his thick francophonic sounding Belgian accent instructed the guests as he entered the room, “please, touch nothing.”

Hercule Poirot
“Wait, please touch nothing.”

It was a little late for such instructions.

One guest was already examining the murder victim’s head. Another was holding and examining the victim’s right arm. Guest #3 was holding and examining the victim’s left arm. Guest #4 was holding and examining the victim’s right leg. Guest #5 was examining and holding the victim’s left leg. Guest #6 (whom ladies at the dinner party referred to as “the trollop in the little red dress”) was undoing the victim’s zipper on his pants with her mouth.

Guest #7 had picked up and examined the revolver lying on the floor. Guest #8 had picked up and examined the bloodied knife lying on the coffee table. The French maid was examining the open bottle of pills on the bedroom dresser. Guest #9 was examining the open bottle of poison in the medicine cabinet.

Guest #10 had poured himself a glass of water from the pitcher of water on the reading lamp table and promptly keeled over dead after drinking it.

Guest #11 was examining the hangman’s noose hanging from the ceiling. Guest #12 was examining the bloodied chainsaw lying on the bloodied carpet by the desk. Guest #13 was under a ladder trying to retrieve a black cat that was behind the ladder.

Guest #14 was examining a bloodied samurai sword on the desk. Guest #15 was examining a pair of bloodied candlesticks by the fireplace.

And Guests #16 to 23 were examining, handling and imbibing the bottles that were the contents of His Lordship’s private liquor cabinet.

Then Renfield woke up.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday May 4th
2017.

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Birds Fly Over House In The Sunset: A Poem

March 11, 2017 at 4:01 pm (Art, Arts, Life, Nature, Poetry) ()

Birds Fly Over House In The Sunset by SAREJESS March 2017

Birds Fly Over House In The Sunset painted by the South African artist SAREJESS March 2017

Birds Fly Over House In The Sunset: A Poem

Below the purple hills
lies a little house
where sight of green tree
greets you and your spouse

There each happy morn
with the dazzling dawn
lies fields of green and gold
viewed by doe and her fawn

Sunsets are golden
when they shine down
turn field colours to flame
when they light up the ground

It’s simply paradise
no fancy palaces
or halls of gold
just two souls living
and loving together
until they grow old

Five birds come flying
in the night sky
like the sunset glowing
they bid the day goodbye

There is a wonder
in such a land
where fields and forests meet
the work of God’s hand

Amidst the sun now setting
home fires now burn
day’s work is now done
from love’s touch we learn

It’s simply paradise
these silver skies
and purple hills
where two souls work together
upon the land
building a paradise of love
that shines like a star
reflecting the sun and moon above.

-A poem written
by Christopher
Saturday March 11th
2017.

Paintings for sale by the great South African artist SAREJESS are available here:

http://www.sarejess.co.za/

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Wilkie The Cat: Tea With T.S. Eliot: A Poem

August 1, 2016 at 2:41 pm (Arts, Culture, Literature, Poetry) (, , , , )

Wilkie The Cat: Tea With T.S. Eliot: A Poem

Wilkie The Cat was in a play
his buddies told him the part was gay
so Wilkie went home in a sulk
his homophobia he did not bulk
but Wilkie took the part nevertheless
not thinking he’d make a dramatic mess

Tea With T.S. Eliot was the name of the play
and Wilkie was the cat who dropped in at the poet’s house in May

Not a sound on the pavement he did make
when he drank tea laced with brandy while awake
Has the moon lost her memory? Wilkie sang when he forgot his lines
while his car parked in the theatre alley led to heavy fines
She is smiling alone- Wilkie noticed Mitzi sitting in the empty house
where she was as quiet as a mouse
The rest of the audience having stampeded like elephants out the door 10 minutes into the performance
and it wasn’t to the washrooms to use mouthwash or dental rinse

In the lamplight, the withered leaves collected at Wilkie’s feet,
but when compared with the theatre critics’ bad reviews the next day, the pile looked neat

One critic wrote, I’ll always remember where I was before I saw this play,
Life was beautiful then
I’ll always remember the time I knew what happiness was
before I saw Wilkie’s dialogue did not match his paws and claws.

-A poem written by Christopher
Saturday July 30th 2016

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Limerick Sung By Captain Jack Sparrow: A Poem

April 28, 2016 at 8:16 pm (Arts, Celebrities, Entertainment, Humour, News, Poetry) (, , , , , , )

Limerick Sung By Captain Jack Sparrow: A Poem

I took my puppy dogs to Australia
where I encountered an Agriculture Minister without genitalia
He told me my dogs did not have the proper ID
so one of them raised a hind leg and took on said minister a pee
now I’m forced to make a video looking like an endorsing Trump Chris Christie.

-A limerick sung by Captain Jack Sparrow

from a poem written by Christopher
Thursday April 28th 2016.

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Haiku About Prince The Singer R.I.P.

April 21, 2016 at 7:48 pm (Arts, Culture, Entertainment, Music, Poetry) (, , , , , )

Haiku About Prince The Singer R.I.P.

Sky- Purple rain falls
Heavens weep tears over death
of a great artist

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Haiku About Philip Marlowe Private Eye On The Case

February 25, 2016 at 8:38 pm (Arts, Culture, Detective story, Entertainment, Film, Movies, Poetry) (, , , , , , )

Haiku About Philip Marlowe Private Eye On The Case

Street lights and shadows
click of femme fatale’s high heels
sidewalk of dark noir

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Haiku About Using Mozart’s Music As A Weapon Against Vampires

January 29, 2016 at 8:26 pm (Arts, Music, Poetry, The Supernatural) (, , , , , , , )

Haiku About Using Mozart’s Music As A Weapon Against Vampires

Eine kleine nachtmusik
puts to sleep die Fledermaus
in Transyvlania

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My 1st Novel Now Published and Available For Sale On Amazon

January 25, 2016 at 9:29 pm (Arts, Blogroll, Book Reviews, books, Culture, Entertainment, Fantasy, Folklore, History, International Intrigue, Life, Literature, Mystery, Mythology, Personal essays, Romance, Science-Fiction) (, , , , , , , , )

My 1st Novel Now Published and Available For Sale On Amazon

To all my friends, readers and fellow bloggers, I just thought I’d let you know that my 1st Novel was published today. 🙂

It’s now available at Amazon:

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01B1W526W

For those of you who prefer to read the book in printed paperback form rather than digital, here’s where you can buy the paperback edition of my book:

https://www.createspace.com/6025724

I would ask for your support in buying this book and also let your friends, acquaintances and family know about it to purchase it as well. 🙂

Many thanks,
Christopher

Monday January 25th 2016
Robbie Burns Day

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