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July 9, 2021 at 10:24 pm (Life)

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The Teacher’s Library

June 16, 2021 at 10:36 pm (Life, Personal essays, Poetry) ()

His library and study contained worlds to explore
The shelves were lined with books and volumes galore
Sources of knowledge where a fingertip opened the door

The walls were lined with murals
Of oceans, of Egypt, of Paris and the Urals
A small fountain and waterfall against the far wall
Model of ancient Roman village over which Caesar’s statue stood tall
These were a few of the items on display in the room
Including replica Viking helmet of a Norse raider’s doom

From here he would sit, ponder and read
Thoughts and ideas would often take seed
Cigar or pipe smoke filled the air
Like warm mist in this gentle scholar’s lair

Some nights he marked papers or prepared lesson plans
To his students he imparted Wisdom’s fair strands
Rivers and oceans of knowledge he longed to share
Life is a journey on which to set fare

His library and study were indicative of his teaching
What he shared with his students was lifelong and far reaching
The lives he impacted and ideas he inspired
Continued long after he had retired.

-A poem written by Christopher
Wednesday June 16th 2021
Inspired by memories of
a teacher’s library and study.

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Currently In The Middle of A Move

March 2, 2021 at 11:43 pm (Life, Personal essays)

Hello friends, fans and readers.

I’m currently in the middle of a move.

The community housing association that owns the house I rent a room in want me to move into a room in another house they own.

I was quite leery of moving because I’ve lived in this neighbourhood for the past 3 and a half years and am quite used to living here.

I felt worried about moving into a new neighbourhood.

However they took me to see the house last Thursday and it’s quite a nice looking house.

Plus there will be only one other roommate living in that house and the house I’m currently living in has 4 other roommates.

So I’ve accepted the move.

So I’ll be spending the next couple of days moving from this house to that one.

And for those of you who have experienced moving in the past, you know often it takes time to adjust to the move.

So I won’t be posting any blog posts for the next several days.

I may take some time to read some of your blogs during this time but I won’t be writing any new posts of my own.

So in case you’re wondering where I am, I am currently in the process of moving.

-Christopher

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Selena

December 1, 2020 at 11:31 pm (Arts, Culture, Entertainment, Gothic, Gothic romance, History, Life, love, Plays, Poetry, Romance, theatre) (, , , , )

The old playhouse was closing
It had a successful run throughout its long life
As a playhouse theatre
For 25 years
From comedies to tragedies
Romance to dramas
Several hits
And a few flops

It was a victim of its own success
For so many people
Were wanting to subscribe to its season
Of plays
This old playhouse
Could not seat all those who wanted to attend
What its company of performers and directors
Stage hands and lighting technicians
Had to offer.

So last night was the last performance
In the old playhouse
And now this 1st of December 1945
The new playhouse with new seats
And a much larger seating capacity
For a much larger audience
Would be opening its run
Of Dickens’ classic tale
For Christmas
A Christmas Carol

A Christmas Carol
With Ebenezer Scrooge
And his longsuffering clerk
Bob Cratchit
And Tiny Tim
And the ghost of Scrooge’s
7-years dead partner
Jacob Marley
With chains upon his feet
And the Ghosts of Christmas Past
Present
and Yet To Come

Selena was an actress

She wasn’t appearing in A Christmas Carol
But she had appeared in the last play
Ever performed in this old playhouse
The play that had finished its run last night
Wuthering Heights
Emily Bronte’s classic tale
of tragic doomed love
Of lovers who went far beyond star-crossed
Trying to reach the heavens
And end up
Falling
Into the abyss.
Of ghosts
And knocking outside the window
And howling winds
And desolate moors
And souls that are damned
And what happens when compassion is lacking
And revenge is always served
Hot or cold.

Selena had played Cathy
The love of Heathcliff’s life
And the woman who loved Heathcliff
Hot love
Passionate love
Forbidden love
The love only hinted at by Emily Bronte
As if Orestes and Electra
Had come from tragic Mycenae of old
To perform unfinished business
On the early 19th Century
Yorkshire Moors

Selena sat on coverings
On the sofa
Where she as Cathy
Had sat with the man
Who was Cathy’s husband
But not Cathy’s love or lover
Edgar Linton
In Bronte’s classic tale

And then
As if in one magic moment
A lighting technician
Suddenly shone the spotlight
On Selena
(Who was dressed to attend
The new theatre playhouse
Christmas Carol
Opening night party)
As she sat on that sofa

And that spotlight
Shone on one promising young actress
Who had performed many great performances
In that old playhouse
And soon would perform many more
In a new playhouse theatre

The spotlight would soon fade
And the lights would come down
For good
on the old playhouse
It may not have been Shakespeare’s Globe Theatre of London
But it had been the town’s old playhouse
Bringing joy and sadness
Heartache and hearbreak
To so many spectators
And audiences over the years

Like many old buildings
This old playhouse
Had character
And thus would be missed
And its old plays
And many performances
Would only be played again
In the memories
of the theatre
Of the mind

-A poem written by Christopher
Tuesday December 1st
2020.

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One Line Poetic Reflection After Having Watched A Hallmark Christmas Romance Movie This Evening

November 27, 2020 at 11:36 pm (Commentary, Inspiration, Life, love, Poetry, Romance) (, , , )

A Christmas snowfall is God’s gentle baptism of the Earth in the darkest of winter.

-Christopher Dracul Van Helsing

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A Thanksgiving Tale of Two Turkeys

November 26, 2020 at 11:37 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, Humour, Life, News, Politics, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , )

“It’s a known historical fact that those who call for unity are generally the same people who are standing on the wrong side of any given issue.”
-Renfield R. Renfield MP

“I call on all Americans to put aside their differences and come together in unity,” Joe Biden blathered in his Thanksgiving Day message before then urging Americans to celebrate Thanksgiving by NOT celebrating it.


The good old days when turkeys were either beheaded, pardoned, eaten, or taken for a walk by a beautiful woman and not declared President-elect of the United States of America by the AP Associated Press to which the Western world mainstream Marxist media will assent and various idiotic world leaders including the Instagram bikini girl liking gay wilting flower “Pope” Francis will offer congratulations by phone.

-A Thanksgiving Day observation
written by Christopher
Thursday, November 26th
2020.

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All Bent and Broken

November 25, 2020 at 11:59 pm (Life, Poetry) ()

When I was a kid in elementary school
My older sister was in High School
She talked about a student in her school
Who was a poet
I, at the time, was surprised.
I didn’t think there were any poets
left in the world
I thought they all died out at
the end of the 19th Century.

I don’t remember this poet’s first name
But his last name was Cardinal
And he apparently wrote poetry
Under the pen name
Charles Frederick

He self published his own poetry
In a book
They sold in the High School store
The book was called
Here Lies Charles Frederick
And the picture used to illustrate the cover
Was of a gravestone
That had the name
Charles Frederick on it

My sister bought it
I read the book
And I was impressed

But the only poem I remember this day from it
was about a little girl
Who showed her mother
Her teddy bear
After he had been damaged
And the only line I remember
from the poem
was the last line
The words the little girl
Spoke to her mother
“Mommy, he’s all bent and broken”

And that’s exactly the way I feel tonight
All bent and broken
Earlier today I received a huge punch in the gut
Metaphorical of course
But it’s probably going to send me
Into that deep spiralling well of depression
I thought I had finally escaped from

I’m like that little girl’s teddy bear
In the poem
In the book
Here Lies Charles Frederick-

I’m all bent and broken.

-A poem written by Christopher
Wednesday November 25th
2020.

Writer’s note: The above poem is NOT a work of fiction.

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Waiting By The Sea

February 1, 2020 at 10:53 pm (Avatar Speaks, Folklore, Life, love, Poetry, Romance) ()

Waiting By The Sea

Waiting by the sea
waits she
The time has come
The seagulls call
She approaches the ocean’s thrall
By the waves she hears the sirens’ call 

The sirens call for the one 
whose heart is a match for hers
Bareback on horse she rode without spurs
Wild and free was she
Wild and free like the sea

For most, inclining one’s heart can lead to captivity 
But not for she
She whose heart is like the sea

The sirens know who to call 
The one who will just accept her for being she
She whose heart was wild and free
And pulsates like the rising sea.

-A poem written by Christopher
Saturday February 1st
2020

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Birthday

November 28, 2019 at 10:44 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, Life, Romance, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , )

Birthday

His birthday fell on U.S. Thanksgiving this year.

And he was Canadian.

So his birthday would be being marked south of the border.

Rita Hayworth was his favourite actress.

Although he had daydreamed about her, she had never appeared in any of his dreams as he slept.

Possibly the new year of his life was off to a good start as he had dreamed about her in the early morning.

In his dream, he had been a detective.

And he had been called in with his cousins to solve a mystery of a rock music band who had mysteriously disappeared on his uncle’s farm.

And Rita Hayworth was his assistant who helped him solve the mystery.

Or at least he assumed he had solved the mystery.

He woke up just as he dreamed he was kissing her.

But still that was off to a good start.

Usually he always woke up before he got the chance to kiss any beautiful woman who appeared in his dream.

He walked outside to shovel the snow.

As a great deal of snow had fallen over night.

As he walked down the steps of the house where he rented a basement room, he noticed rabbit tracks in the snow around the front yard.

That was always a good sign for a new year of life.

As rabbits always made him think of his father who had been born in the Chinese zodiac year of the Rabbit.

. . .

Xi Jinping the paramount leader of China wondered who this mysterious Mr. Inn Lu was in Sydney Australia who was hiding a PRC (People’s Republic of China) Ministry of State Security intelligence defector named Wang in one of his Sydney safe houses.

Wang defected with the help of another Ministry of State Security operative the Vietnamese vampiress Ho Babylon Minh (granddaughter of Vietnamese leader Ho Chi Minh).

Ho herself then went and defected to Taiwan.

Xi tried to get ahold of another Ministry of State Security official the vampiress Mei-ling Manchu to try to track down both defectors.

But she didn’t seem to be answering her Huawei smart phone.

. . .

“Well, Mei-ling,” British MP Renfield R. Renfield asked his vampiress friend from Beijing, “What have you come to tell me?”.

“Well,” Mei-ling licked her vampiress incisors with her tongue, “I’ve decided to overthrow China’s megalomaniac totalitarian despot Xi Jinping and make myself Empress of China.”

“An excellent idea,” Renfield sipped his brandy, “what can I do to help?”.

. . .

Inside a time tunnel in a mountain hideout, the Aztec vampire princess Qonzilqointec was about to set out with her companion:

“Well, Dracul,” she asked Van Helsing, “are you ready to begin our mission?”.

-A vampire novel chapter 
written by Christopher
Thursday November 28th
2019.

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Reblog of Hyperion Zen: Notes From Afar

September 30, 2019 at 9:25 pm (Commentary, Culture, Inspiration, Life, Personal essays, Philosophy) (, , )

Here’s an excellent blog post written by my friend Daniel.

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