Reblog of The Poem Calcutta in Solitude

October 21, 2018 at 10:23 pm (Culture, Literature, Poetry) (, , , , )

A truly poetic masterpiece about a great city written by Nada a great poetess from India.

FICTION

Calcutta in solitude,
Like an old postcard
From the Colonial
Fresh Ink over the old testament
Old,
Precious,
Dipped in the holy sweetness of joy.
Uncanny sometimes,
Like Coffee Stains and lies.
The old holy chimes
Freshly painted lies,
First editions
New lighters,
New books, and
Chai.

Calcutta, oh Calcutta,
You have had me the first time.
I saw you through my momma’s eyes
In her memories
In her childhood times.
I see the places she talked about
The food
The history of her time.
I see the mysteries
And literature,
I see art,
The nostalgia of her lullaby.

I found my soul sister
I bribed her with chocolate shakes,
Laughed and drank all night.

I have made friends,
I found love
In the end.
I wore his t-shirt to weep,
To make love to him…
To feel him
To miss him in solitude.
He came from another city
To…

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The Vampire From Killarney: A Humourous Halloween Poem

October 20, 2018 at 11:33 pm (Comedy, Culture, Folklore, Gothic, Gothic poem, Gothic romance, Humour, Poetry, Romance, The Occult, The Supernatural) (, , , , , , , , , , , )

‘Tis time for a tale of Gothic blarney
about a vampire from Killarney
his name was Freddy O’ Barney
and he worked as a night time circus carney

He went from Ireland to England’s London town
hoping to turn the city upside down
Count Fred heard the streets there were paved with gold
That Donald Trump had shit bricks there by the truckload
But it was all old wives’ tales
like women seduced by the Prince of Wales

Count Fred (for he was no Dracula) walked into a bar
his vampire bat wings home floating in a jar
he saw a beautiful young woman wearing a red dress
her nubile young body he hoped to caress
and her debonair mind he hoped to impress

Count Fred walked up to her and said, “Top of the morning to you”
and she replied, “But it’s late evening just like the colour of my pantyhose is midnight blue”
The blarney count said, “But it’s morning to me” and at her nylons’ description, he came to,
to get under her dress, he must see this through

He tipped his hat and took a bow
for the midnight hour was definitely now
“My name by birth is Freddy O’ Barney
and I’m the long lost Count of Killarney”
said she, “My woman’s intuition tells me you’re full of blarney”
” Tis true,” said some drunk at the bar, “he’s a circus carney”

Fred grabbed his shillelagh and gave him a whack
and the drunk hit the floor like a fallen potato sack

Fred sat down next to the girl,
gave his pocket handkerchief a twirl
and in a lilting nocturnal like voice said,
with the rhythm of one seductively Undead,
“Can I buy you a drink, my lady so fair?”
Hoping to get into her underwear.

She flicked back her hair and said, “Sure why not?”
For she thought another drink would sure hit the spot.

Said he in Irish brogue
like a highwayman rogue,
“What can I get you, my dear?
Cocktail, gin, whiskey, or beer?”.

Smiling she licked her lips, “I’ll have a Vermouth”
for she had a sweet tooth
She bared her fangs
and played with her curly bangs

“Shit,” Count Fred thought to himself
like the lone forgotten book on the shelf,
he had selected a vampiress for his prey
on this night, he’d get no blood though he might get a lay

Fred O’ Barney ordered for himself from the bartender a soft drink popular North American root beer brand
The Fountainhead for his midnight snack hopes dashed and so he shrugged like an atlas of writer Ayn Rand

The bartender brought the vermouth and the root beer
as moonlight shone through the window so crystal clear
and so it happened on this dark sky but moonlit night
of dashed expectations and no feminine fright
that he put the root beer to his mouth
while down her low-cut dress he looked further south.
From his vampiric mouth he sprayed
dashing even his hopes of getting laid
for thus it did turn out on this star-crossed night
that his Barq was far worse than his bite.

Note: Barq is the name of a popular North American soft drink root beer brand.

-A humourous Gothic Halloween
vampire poem
written by Christopher
Saturday October 20th
2018.

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Wilkie The Cat Performs Nat King Cole: A Poem

October 19, 2018 at 8:59 pm (Comedy, Culture, Geopolitics and International Relations, Humour, International Intrigue, Musicals, News, Poetry, Politics, Satire, theatre, Theatre Arts) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , )

Wilkie The Cat
had a lovers’ spat
His girlfriend Mitzi
was raging spitzy

She had broken her parasol
saving Wilkie from a very deep hole
by red hot pokering a Saudi librarian mole
Trump defended the Saudi librarian assassin
and took to Twitter tweety bashin’

Saudi Arabia had threatened to fly planes into Canadian Toronto’s CN Tower
while Mohammad bin Salman like Putin gave Trump a golden shower
No wonder the Donald’s hairpiece was a sickening gold yellow toupee
for Putin and the Saudi Crown Prince performed like it was a rainy day
Mid-term elections were soon on the way
Was Robert Mueller making hay?
Democrats wondered
as Lizzie Warren blundered

The New York Times defended the Senator’s DNA test
because of brains and intelligence, The Times had not been blessed
It took one to hate one was that old adage
which is why Trump and The Times exchanged nasty tweets and cabbage

But fortunately for Wilkie’s relationship, he got a good gig
and an assignment that his girl Mitzi should really dig
He and she were invited to perform at a political party function
and did not have to play the part of Beverly Hillbillies at Petticoat Junction

It was at the Lincoln Performing Arts Centre
and Wilkie promised Mitzi he wouldn’t go on a bender

Mitzi dressed as Elizabeth Warren took to the stage
while politicos gazed at her like lions released from a cage
Mitzi began to sing,

Cherokee people,
Cherokee tribe,
so proud to live
so proud to die

and maybe someday when we’ve learned,
Cherokee Nation will return, will return

Wilkie The Cat came on stage dressed like Nat King Cole,
he really relished getting into this role
He pointed at Mitzi as Warren and began to sing,
“Oh yes, she’s the great pretender…”
after the show, Wilkie went on a bender.

For he got the attending crowd wrong
turning this into his Lincoln Center swan song
He thought he was performing to Republicans but alas! they were Democrats
and now Wilkie and Mitzi were once again unemployed performing arts cats.

-A Wilkie The Cat poem
written by Christopher
Friday October 19th
2018.

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Wilkie The Cat As The Shadow: A Poem

October 18, 2018 at 9:26 pm (Comedy, Culture, Humour, Literature, Plays, Poetry, theatre, Theatre Arts) (, , , , , , , , )

Wilkie considered himself the Big Apple’s NYC leading thespian
When he told people what he did, they thought he said lesbian
but thespian was the Shakespearean term for actor
not a bull dyke riding one Hell of a tractor

Now Wilkie was a feline by species
one whose litter box was full of feces
Wilkie naturally thought of himself as a cool cat
when he played James Cagney saying, “You dirty rat.”
Now the lovely French cat Mitzi was the love of his life
he longed to make la belle mademoiselle his beloved wife
but the Parisienne Pussy (so called by President Macron) wanted no such strife
for her current single state now was such a delightful life

Now it came to pass that a big Broadway producer
when he encountered a #MeToo woman, he did goose her
now he was in disgraced exile
Alyssa Milano’s Wiccan spells cast on him by the pile
only Bret Kavanaugh’s pile of hexes was much longer
as Hillary made a voodoo doll of Bill and his donger

Now it so happened that Wilkie had several incriminating photos
of the producer seducing starlets in one of his chateaux
so Wilkie blackmailed the producer from Park Avenue
who forced gruesome things on the young nubile Frou Frou La Rue
and made him finance Wilkie’s new play
a heavy price the theatrical big wig had to pay
for wanting to engage in getting a lay
in such a very strange, awkward and peculiar way

Wilkie wanted to do a stage version of that old radio play The Shadow
that showed Man About Town Lamont Cranston always on the go
The Shadow’s object of affection was one Margo Lane
to organized crime, Lamont Cranston was a first rate pain

So once again a Wilkie directed Broadway stage play came to pass
Theatre critics went to the play expecting the feline to again make himself an ass
and Wilkie certainly did not let them down
The Broadway disaster was the talk of the town

Wilkie playing Cranston opened the play with The Shadow’s opening line,
“Who knows what…” and there was a sudden pause,
as Wilkie held to his head his feline claws
for the catty thespian had forgotten his lines
to say nothing of not paying library card fines
He was recognized by a librarian sitting in the audience
who leapt on stage like a secret agent of a Saudi Crown Prince incensed
Mitzi leapt into action with her parasol to prevent Wilkie being dismembered on the spot
and Trump’s future defense of petulant librarians was such poppycock
the aftereffects of a urine coloured toupee causing a brain to rot

The play’s opening moments were its very last
petulant librarian got a parasol up the ass
and Wilkie’s earlier pork and beans dinner produced much gas
and the pervert producer’s line of credit did not come to pass
for he committed hari kari permanently ending his tendency to harass

So now the time has come to say to one and all, Good night
as for The Shadow playing a 2nd night, theatre owner told Wilkie to go fly a kite.

-A Wilkie The Cat poem
written by Christopher
Thursday October 17th
2018.

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The Original New Testament Femme Fatale or Lust and Decapitation: A Brief History of Salome

October 4, 2018 at 10:33 pm (Art, Culture, History, Personal essays) (, , )

An excellent blog post written by Miyako Yunagi on how Salome the original femme fatale of New Testament biblical history has inspired great works of art throughout the ages:

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I prefer artists who don’t belong to any genre, Morandi, Giacometti, San Yu.

Gustave Moreau is also considered one of them

Gustave Moreau likes to paint the enchantress.

The word enchantress was born in the French word “Femme Fatale”, which is used to describe a woman who is beautiful and charming ,but will bring disaster to men.

Salome is one of the most famous.

Salome was originally a princess with have no name in the Bible.

In the Gospel of Matthew, Herod smashed his brother, Helotti, and John the Baptist publicly condemned this unethical act.

Heroetti was particularly angry and resentful. One day, at Herod’s birthday party, Heroetti asked her daughter, Salome to dance for Herod.

The girl is so beautiful. Herod was very happy, and he promised that he would satisfy any of Salome’s wishes, even if she wanted half of the country.

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U.S. Democrats and Radical Feminists Will Always Believe The Women Unless The Accused Is Named Bill Clinton

September 28, 2018 at 10:34 pm (Commentary, Culture, Geopolitics and International Relations, Horror, International Intrigue, News, The Occult, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , )

U.S. Democrats and Radical Feminists Will Always Believe The Women Unless The Accused Is Named Bill Clinton

“U.S. Democrats and radical feminists will always believe the women unless the accused is named Bill Clinton.”

Such was the reply given by British MP Renfield R. Renfield when he was asked to give his response on the reaction of various groups of Americans to the jail time sentence for disgraced comedian Bill Cosby and the Senate hearings regarding Supreme Court nominee Brett Kavanaugh.

Then Renfield added, “The same goes as well for the idiots at The Washington Post and The New York Times. They will always believe the women as well unless the accused is named Bill Clinton.”

Mrs. Worthington the rabid fanatical British and European football (soccer in the U.S. and Canada) fan who always got into violent vitriolic pub and bar brawls on the subject with other customers who were fans of her favourite teams’ opponents added (she was Renfield’s lunch companion at the time), “Just like these same gang of idiots are always opposed to pedophile covering up bishops unless the pedophile covering up bishop happens to be named Pope Francis. The only so-called “progressive” far leftist paper that seems to have a sense of decency is Der Spiegel which is finally attacking Pope Francis for protecting those priests and bishops who molest altar boys or rape young male seminarians.”

“Now, Mother, do calm yourself,” said Mrs. Worthington’s son Athelstan who was the butler and valet to the billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set and was taking the day off to escort his mother around London, “Remember what your doctor says about your heart condition.”

“I’ll have to get a new doctor,” Mrs. Worthington answered, “He died yesterday. He’s the 32nd doctor in the past 10 years who’s died on me after constantly advising me to stop getting excited while watching British and European and FIFA World Cup Football games and to keep out of pub and bar brawls on the subject because it might aggravate my heart condition and I’ll keel over.”

“Mr. Renfield,” a reporter asked the MP, “why do U.S. Democrats, radical feminists, the New York Times and The Washington Post go after people like Brett Kavanaugh (who may or may not be guilty) but give a free pass to the likes of Bill Clinton and Pope Francis?”.

“Those sexual predators who either knowingly or unknowingly worship the demons Moloch and Baphomet they will give a free pass to,” Renfield answered, “since likewise most U. S. Democrats, radical feminists, Washington Post and New York Times editors and reporters either knowingly or unknowingly worship Moloch and Baphomet and their sacrifice of innocent human life agendas.”

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Friday September 28th
2018.

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Haiku About Some of The Major Character Roles of Actor Johnny Depp

September 26, 2018 at 10:50 pm (Arts, Culture, Entertainment, Film, Poetry) (, , , )

Haiku About Some of The Major Character Roles of Actor Johnny Depp

Captain Jack Sparrow
Ichabod Crane and Edward
Scissorhands and Sands

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Baphomet News Network Editorial On American Politics

September 22, 2018 at 6:46 pm (Commentary, Culture, Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , )

Baphomet News Network Editorial On American Politics

Michelangelo the Psychic Lobster was picking up yet another Baphomet News Network broadcast from Hell on his psychic lobster antennae.

Baphomet News Network Announcer: And here with today’s network editorial is the Baphomet News Network’s Chief Editorialist-
Comrade Daimonicus Commentarius…

Comrade Daimonicus Commentarius: Hi, I’m Comrade Daimonicus Commentarius with your editorial for the last day of summer in the Northern Hemisphere- Saturday, September 22nd 2018.

One of the quotes of the Enemy that a lot of mortals misinterpret is, “And if Satan casts out Satan, he is divided against himself; how then shall his kingdom stand?”.

That means of course that Satan will not cast out Satan, Beelzebub will not cast out Beelzebub, Lucifer will not cast out Lucifer, Mephistopheles will not cast out Mephistopheles, Moloch will not cast out Moloch, The Baphomet will not cast out Baphomet.

However mortals take it to mean that demons will not confront one another.

Now indeed we will not confront Lucifer the Devil unless we’re totally masochistic.

But we know we will challenge and confront one another other than Lucifer.

For example, we know that Mephistopheles controlled Nazi Germany’s Hitler just like Moloch controlled the Soviet Union’s Stalin.

Moloch of course won that contest.

The demon Mammon won the Cold War against Moloch.

And today as we know, Mammon, Mephistopheles, Moloch and Baphomet hold joint jurisdiction over the United States of America 🇺🇸 which of course explains why the U.S. is so divided and why that country is in the mess it is.

Of course, most U.S. Republican Party members and supporters worship Mammon and Mephistopheles while most U.S. Democratic Party members and supporters worship Moloch (aka Baal) and Baphomet…”

The transmission suddenly ended.

But Michelangelo the Psychic Lobster was grateful for one thing.

He now thoroughly understood U.S. politics.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday September 22nd
2018.

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Haiku About Irene Adler

September 22, 2018 at 5:28 pm (Crime, Culture, Detective story, Poetry) (, , , , , , , )

A great stage actress
stole Bohemian king’s heart
and then Sherlock Holmes’

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Haiku About Sherlock Holmes of 221B Baker Street

September 22, 2018 at 5:12 pm (Crime, Culture, Detective story, Poetry) (, , , , , )

Comfortable rooms
filled with smoke from a curved pipe
hides truly great mind

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