Hate’s Attack On Manchester: A Poem

May 23, 2017 at 3:59 pm (Crime, News, Poetry) (, , , , , , , )

Before the darkness, music played
Ariana sang upon the stage
But this gentle musical night
would descend in horror and fright
and joyous times would soon turn dark
like the arrow that struck singing skylark
and that dark still remains
accentuated by human blood stains

Young people had come full of joy
to the arena in an English town
that soon would turn upside down
Beneath a streetlamp’s streaming glow
a girl would watch her friend’s blood flow
scenes of young love overshadowed by hate
musical concert ends at door of Hell’s gate

Some man thought he knew God’s will
and that was to maim, destroy and kill
far from the Kingdom of God was he
but his evil folly has caused intense agony

Faces that will never be seen again
Faces that shone with Ariana’s song
but they left the concert into the night
not knowing hate’s venom would rise and strike
now those faces will only be seen on Facebook page
leaving those behind in tears and rage

And so the curtain came down on a musical show
as death’s curtain came down on those in post-concert glow
bodies maimed and broken, many their souls now gone
the night that Death put an end to music’s sweet song.

-A poem written by Christopher
Tuesday May 23rd 2017.

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Theft In A Homeless Shelter

January 4, 2017 at 6:04 pm (Commentary, Crime, Life, Personal essays) (, )

Due to the misfortune of having rented an apartment from a whacko crazy nut job landlady/roomate, I got evicted from my apartment this past January 1st.

The past couple of nights I’ve been living in a homeless shelter in Calgary.

Last night, my iPhone was stolen from my pants pocket (while I slept with my pants on) by some individual who’s obviously a total scumbag.

Every short story, poem and vampire novel chapter I wrote the past 4 years was in the Notes section of that iPhone.

Now it’s gone. 😦

Needless to say, I’m feeling totally devastated at the moment.

-A personal essay
written by Christopher
Wednesday January 4th
2017.

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Renfield’s Speech To BAEEVB 5 Years Ago Today

May 6, 2016 at 7:44 pm (Crime, Horror, International Intrigue, Mystery/horror, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , )

Renfield’s Speech To BAEEBV 5 Years Ago Today

“Do you recall what you did on this day 5 years ago today?” Amadeus asked Renfield.

“No,” Renfield suddenly looked nervous.

He wondered what incriminating photo or video Amadeus might have had on him of what he did 5 years ago today.

“It was 5 years ago today that you gave a speech to the British Association of Employees Employed By Vampires better known as BAEEBV,” Amadeus pointed out.

“Oh that,” Renfield grinned.

Yes, that was back on May 6th 2011.

Renfield recalled getting a standing ovation for that speech.

As well as a blow job from a rising young pop music starlet afterwards.

Renfield sat there with a huge smile on his face.

“I have a video of your best moment that day,” Amadeus showed him a video on his laptop’s YouTube page.

“You do?” Renfield turned as pale as the silvery moon on a South Seas night.

Had Amadeus filmed his encounter with the rising young pop music starlet?

The video started playing.

It was of the best line that Renfield had delivered that evening- a paraphrase of a line from Lewis Carroll’s poem The Walrus and The Carpenter in his book Through The Looking Glass.

“The time has come,” Renfield said, “to talk of many things- of psychic lobsters and werewolves and lycanthropic MPs, of how Dracul Van Helsing manages to get vampiresses down on their knees.”

“You know,” Amadeus spoke up, “I understand the reference to psychic lobsters- that’s Michelangelo. And the reference to werewolves and lycanthropic MPs- that’s to Welsh werewolf British Labour MP Magog Rhys Petley. But what did you mean by Dracul Van Helsing managing to get vampiresses to their knees?”.

“Well,” Renfield’s face turned red with jealousy, “Dracul Van Helsing seems to have the ability to get beautiful vampiresses to make out with him. I’ve never been able to get a beautiful vampiress to make out with me.”

“You haven’t been too successful with many beautiful mortal women either,” Amadeus bit into his peanut butter and avocado sandwich.

“Harrumph,” Renfield pouted.

Still that rising young pop music starlet had performed a huge favour on him the night of his standing ovation speech.

Then again, that gun he held to her head, the resulting action may not have been a result of her free will affection for him.

Still she had done the deed.

Which was more than could be said for the 99 other rising young pop music starlets whose brains (or lack thereof!) he had been forced to blow to kingdom come when they refused to blow on his sword.

Their deaths were still listed as unsolved in Interpol files.

And the poor Illuminati were taking the heat for his dastardly deeds in most on-line conspiracy theorist videos.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Friday May 6th
2016.

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The London of The Ripper and Beyond

January 13, 2016 at 7:15 pm (Crime, Culture, History, Poetry) (, , , , , )

The London of The Ripper and Beyond

The clock tower ringed by fog and mist
a sentinel of time shrouded in mystery
The cling clang of horse’s hooves across the bridge
signaling a time other than our own
when our transport vehicles are silent
save for the incessant honking of the horn by the solipsistic narcissist within.

Carriage stops
door opens
out steps a man in black
black hat
black cloak
black cape

A woman’s scream in the night
that seems to piece the very fog itself
Such a scream was the signal of distress in the Ripper’s London.

And like those times of fog and mist
The Ripper legend continues to be shrouded in mystery.
Oh what foul deeds of darkness were then committed in the dark of night
Foul deeds that now are committed by others and broadcast on TV-morning, evening, day and night
In these times, darkness has become our normal light.

-A poem written by Christopher
Sunday January 10th
2016.

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Haiku About Cecil The Lion Killed By Trophy Hunter In Zimbabwe

July 29, 2015 at 6:35 pm (Commentary, Crime, News, Poetry) (, , , , , , , , )

Haiku About Cecil The Lion Killed By Trophy Hunter In Zimbabwe

Killer’s toothy smile
Trophy ensures the lion
does not sleep tonight

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What Lies Beneath The Unmarked Grave?

July 22, 2015 at 9:43 pm (Crime, Espionage, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, Horror, Humour, International Espionage, International Intrigue, Mystery, Mystery/horror, Poetry, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , )

What Lies Beneath The Unmarked Grave?

Billowing clouds
dark and gray
forming cathedral pillars in the sky
but a dark sinister cathedral
built to receive dark gods and dark sacrifices

The lightning flashed
and the thunder roared
but not a drop of rain poured
for Rennes-le-Chateau like many spots on this planet would suffer drought and intense heat
this summer of 2015.

And Simon Delaney nephew of famed British archaeologist Sir Cedric Delany
trying to become a notable archaeologist in his own right
was about to open an unmarked grave in the cemetery of Saint Mary Magdalene Church
He had finally got all the necessary paperwork from 3 different levels of French government and bureaucracy- municipal, regional and national to open the grave
as well as the permission of the parish and the diocese,

So now in this place haunted by the ghost of Berenger Sauniere and the greedy Gollums of tourist guides
living off the avails of Dan Brown and conspiracy theorists
he Simon Delaney was about to open an unmarked grave-
a grave he believed would be as significant as Howard Carter’s find of Tutankhamun.

But when he opened the grave-
nothing was there-
it was as empty as the inside of a 21st Century Western world church on a Sunday morning.

The old caretaker of the cemetery who looked as if he walked straight off the set of an old Boris Karloff movie
approached carrying a bottle of wine that he sipped from
the caretaker laughed and said the unmarked grave had been opened 3 years ago this summer by a grave robber
who did not bother with the niceties of municipal, regional and national permits
nor with parish and diocesan permission
Rather he had just entered with a shovel on a moonlit night
and started digging
When the previous graveyard caretaker had objected, the grave robber just shot the man (thus leaving a job opening for he the heavy wine drinker to fill) while singing the song from South Pacific that began, “Some enchanted evening…”
When he had finished singing the song and kicking the caretaker’s body away, the grave robber began singing a paraphrased version of another song from South Pacific- his own version going like this, “I’ve got to get this gum right off of my shoe…

Later in the town tavern after digging up the grave, the grave robbing stranger having loaded the body on to a dirigible called The HickingBurp bought drinks for everyone in the house
The stranger said his name was Renfield and he had stolen the body for a friend Dr. Cadbury Rocher
to extract the DNA and make a new creation

And so Simon Delaney left the cemetery a grave stricken man
his dreams turning to dust
“Dust thou art and unto dust thou shalt return”.

Someone had stolen the body of the Baphomet
The body of the creature he believed buried there
The creature whose body was found in Jerusalem almost a millennium ago by the Knights Templar
and buried there by Knights Templar who wished to avoid Jacques de Molay’s celebrity roast
at the hands of King Philip IV of France
and Pope Clement V.

For what nefarious purpose had this Dr. Cadbury Rocher used the DNA of the Baphomet’s body?
Delaney asked himself as he walked by a windswept copy of an old Rolling Stone magazine
whose front cover bore the image of celebrity serial killer Pan Goatee.

An unmarked grave
and no body inside for him to find.

Delaney found himself asking a question once posed by a character in a Flannery O’ Connor novel who was sitting in a movie theatre eating popcorn and watching an extremely bad movie,
“What degenerate produced this abortion?”.

-A narrative free verse poem
and vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday July 22nd
2015.

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Haiku About The Assassination of Boris Nemtsov In Moscow

February 28, 2015 at 8:38 pm (Commentary, Crime, Geopolitics and International Relations, Poetry) (, , , )

Haiku About The Assassination of Boris Nemtsov In Moscow

Boris Nemtsov slain
cold chill falls over Moscow
soon to freeze the blood

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Haikus About Charlie Hebdo Massacre

January 7, 2015 at 7:15 pm (Commentary, Crime, History, Literature, News, Poetry) (, , , , , , , , )

Haikus About Charlie Hebdo Massacre

So Jonathan Swift
made modest proposal that
led to no killings

Now Mister Swift’s ghost
travels to Paris and says
oui je suis Charlie

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They’ll Kill For Slenderman

June 4, 2014 at 5:26 pm (Commentary, Crime, News, Poetry) (, , , , , , )

They’ll Kill For Slenderman

At one time girls would play Barbie and Ken getting a tan
but now they’ll kill for Slenderman
or play at being a princess in a royal garden waving her fan
but now they’ll kill for Slenderman
At one time pajama parties were their most exciting plan
but now they’ll kill for Slenderman
A child’s playground has now been replaced by the Net
and Al Jolson’s words now sound like a threat,
Hey, you ain’t seen nothing yet.

-A poem written by Christopher
Wednesday June 4th 2014
based on tragic events
that happened in the town of
Waukesha Wisconsin

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Haikus About The Age of Aquarius and Its Foreshadowing

March 26, 2014 at 7:09 pm (Commentary, Crime, History, Poetry) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

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.

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