Reblog of Hey Little Groundhog: A Poem

February 3, 2019 at 11:19 pm (Celebrities, Entertainment, Folklore, Nature, Poetry) (, , )

Here’s a poem I wrote 3 years ago:

Dracul Van Helsing

Hey Little Groundhog: A Poem

Hey little groundhog, rise up from your sleep
lift your head from the hole and give us all a peep
Hey little groundhog, yes I’m calling you
we all want to know, is this winter through?
On that Candlemas morning, we’ll be watching you
you’re the prognosticator we’ll be listening to
Will it be 6 weeks?
Or early bathing streaks?
We’ll keep our eyes on you
and hope your shadow
isn’t coming out too.

-A poem written by Christopher
Monday February 1st 2016
In a personal message
To the groundhog
when he emerges
to see signs of his shadow
tomorrow February 2nd
Groundhog Day

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The Duck Called Samuel Puddlington At Lake Louise: A Poem

December 30, 2018 at 11:57 pm (Detective story, Geopolitics and International Relations, Humour, Nature, Poetry) (, , , , )

He was the duck they called Samuel Puddlington
His girlfriend said he left things muddlington
since he often danced with other women
of the human variety at great estates while drinking gin gin
said she, “I find this neither fowl nor fair”
and left him for a strand of monkey hair
that had fallen from the American Trumpster’s toupee
that disgraced Scots German Donald who said there would be Hell to pay
unless Congress caved in and built him a wall
Sam took the news well and went to another grand ball

When he had finished dancing up a storm
like John Travolta with an itchy tape worm
his frog and rabbit friend suggested they go to Canada
and ski while wearing a bandana

So they headed way out west to beautiful Lake Louise
the gem of the Blue Canadian Rockies
They skiied here
They skiied there
and did so without underwear
but seeing as how they were animals no one minded
the same not the case for pot smoking Justin Trudeau who was fined-ed
for displaying nudity in public
while ho-hoing like Saint Nick

Later while having dinner at the Chateau Lake Louise
his rabbit and frog friend both started to sneeze
perhaps long underwear they should have worn
for they came down with colds and went to bed forlorn

Sam stayed in the dining room and finished his dinner
in dancing, skiing and eating he was always a winner
He noticed a gent had left his briefcase on a table
Being curious like oxen in a Nativity stable
He went over and took a peek
while finishing his soup cockaleek

They were the files of Carson Cody Albion Private Eye
a legendary immortal shamus detective guy
Sam helped himself to a gravy dipped French fry

Inside was an old black and white photo
black and white like Kansas for Toto
before reaching the colourful land of Oz
A land far away from reindeer and Santa Claus

The photo was of the legendary Jaguar Woman of New Orleans
a shapeshifting cat woman whose dress came apart at the seams

On a note next to the photo, Albion had carefully written
in writing so small, it could easily be flea bitten
if fleas would ever eat someone else’s words
but such thinking is for the birds
thought Sam like a duck out of water
as he watched bourbon getting the best of a drunken otter

Albion had written “The Jaguar Queen of New Orleans
whose dress in a 1930s jazz club came apart at the seams
is none other than Semiramis the legendary Queen of Babylon”
and Samuel Puddlington thought, What the Heck is going on
but that, dear reader, a tale to be told in a future New Year dawn

-A poem written by Christopher
Sunday December 30th
2018.

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Reblog of The Duck Called Samuel Puddlington: A Poem

December 29, 2018 at 11:02 pm (Humour, Nature, Poetry) (, , , , , )

A poem about a duck called Samuel Puddlington that I wrote over a year ago.

Dracul Van Helsing

Samuel Puddlington The Duck looking very dapper

The duck called Samuel Puddlington was going to the grand ball
wearing a spiffy bow tie made him look 6 feet tall
It was going to be a grand event
attended by the Duchess of Kent

And so the duck waddled his way into the limousine
and sat next to a froggy green
“Ribbit! Ribbit!” said the frog
as he sat on a bump on a log.
“Rabbit! Rabbit!” said the big-eared hare
as he munched on a carrot orange and fair.

The limo pulled into the grounds of Mossdale Hall
packed with limos, the cars were at a crawl
Samuel Puddlington got out of the car
and inquired, “Good man, do they have a bar?”.
“Of course, you ninny,” said the chauffeur
while the rabbit stopped to wash his fur.

To the house the three went,
rabbit, frog and ducky gent
They knocked on the big front door
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On Going Home Again: A Short Poem Written by Christopher

December 20, 2018 at 11:44 pm (Commentary, Ghost Story, Life, Nature, Personal essays, Poetry) (, , )

I’ll be home for Christmas?

If only in my dreams?

One really can’t truly go home again.

For all that remains are dead leaves
that lie crumpled and lifeless
having long lost the vibrant colours
they so boldly wore
in the glory of autumn.

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Reblog of California wildfires… Please help.

November 18, 2018 at 10:25 pm (Nature, News, Personal essays) ()

A blog post with photos of the devastating California wildfires.

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I’m currently having a GoFundMe campaign as my birthday gift . Donations ( aka birthday gift to me ) go directly to American Red Cross, specifically for California Wildfires victims. The air here in my city is bad. I now see so many people wearing masks. We can even smell smoke in our house, especially at night and early morning. ( not to mention the smog ! ! )The affected area here is now as big as Iowa.  My target is at least $ 500…. funding ends on my birthday ( coming up very , very soon ) . To date,  I already have more than half  of my target.

Burnt out vehicles litter the roads of Paradise, CA.

I’ll continue with my mission, next time as Christmas gift to me.

I guess they don’t need blood for the victims ( also for  the LA mass shootings ). The last time I donated blood was for the Las Vegas…

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Jack O’ Hare Meets The Mermaid of The Red Deer: A Poem

October 26, 2018 at 9:42 pm (Arts, Entertainment, Folklore, Life, love, Mythology, Nature, Poetry, The Supernatural) (, , , , , , , , , , , )

A huge silvery white moon rose in majestic glory
above the sky, above the clouds and above the canyon
its luminous giant white disc
causing dazzling lights
and mysterious shadows
to fall on top of the skyclad Badlands cutbank hills
that formed like magic mountains
in the canyon of the Dry Island Buffalo Jump
through which the magical enchanted Red Deer River flowed
in this majestic spot
near the town of Huxley, Alberta

The lantern in the sky
acted like a theatrical magic lantern
from years gone by
in its dazzling array of
flickering lights
and
shapeshifting shadows
that sparkled and danced
on the Badlands hills
like fairies and gnomes
engaged in a tug of war
to see which magical creatures would come out
on top.

On this enchanted evening
five days before Halloween
when pure magic was in the air
on riverbank rocks sat
the noble Jack O’ Hare.

A wild hare jack rabbit
and explorer of Canada’s west
He’d been there, done that
never settled for 2nd best

“Greetings, Jack,” the mermaid of the Red Deer
raised her head above the glistening moonlit waters.
“Greetings, fair mermaid,” Jack raised his bunny ears
in greeting.

“All is well?” The mermaid asked.
“All is well,” Jack answered,
“and all will be well.”
“Glad to hear it,” the mermaid smiled
as starlight danced in her eyes.

The mermaid disappeared under the waves of the river
swimming south to Drumheller
the hub of the Red Deer River Badlands
and birthplace of Jack’s friend.

The mermaid swam to impart
the blessings of this night down there
And birds sang gently in the trees,
All is well, all will be well.

And Jack hopped up the river bank
and continued his trek under
the midnight moonlit sky
as the birds continued to sing
their cheerful lullaby.

-A Jack O’Hare poem
written by Christopher
Friday October 26th
2018.

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I Saw A Wild Bobcat: A Poem

October 22, 2018 at 10:47 pm (Aesthetics, Arts, Biographical, Nature, Personal essays, Poetry) (, , , , )

A pleasant sunny afternoon
sitting in the arm chair of the living room
I was looking at my Samsung Galaxy tablet
and drinking chai tea
dreaming of the day I’d be able to do it near
the Taj Mahal

When suddenly a wild bobcat appeared on the lawn across the street
he dashed faster than American Pharoah or Secretariat across the street
like a road runner pursued by a wiley coyote
or a wild hare jack rabbit overcoming carrot withdrawal
soon he was on my kitty corner neighbour’s lawn
and continued bounding northwards

Just a quick hello to an urban neighbourhood
and a quick hello to a writer named Christopher
and then he was gone as quickly as he came
like a shooting star
his wild feline glory
momentarily graced our city streets
but it was not his destiny to stay
Just a quick hello and he was on his way

-A poem written
by Christopher
Monday October 22nd
2018.

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The Mermaid of The Rivers of Borneo

September 12, 2018 at 11:40 pm (Folklore, Mystery, Mythology, Nature, Poetry, Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , )

The Mermaid of The Rivers of Borneo: A Poem

Like a scene from Paradise
a beautiful South Seas Island
on a moonlit night

Gentle and tranquil stream
reflecting pale moonlight
Green trees rise in adoration
of the heavens above
A cathedral of nature
where solitude and worship are one

A long forgotten fierce deity looks on
His power now as devoid of life
as the dead wood from which he’s carved

The Iban of Borneo who worshiped
these deities no longer hunt for heads
Disciples of Christ
They follow His words of wisdom
now long forgotten in the West
even by those who claim to be His followers

Only one figure from their past
who they still venerate
whom they always venerated
Because she actually exists
Unlike the fierce carvings of wood
once possessed by demons
but who have now fled at the Name of Christ
She the mermaid of the rivers of Borneo
Some call her the Serpent Woman
but was she part Serpent
or part fish?
No one could say for sure.

Mermaid or Serpent Woman?
But her top part is woman
Very much a woman
A woman of great beauty and charm
But also loneliness
For she has no mate.

She sits on a rock
that looks like the moon Armstrong and Aldrin once walked on
She sits on a rock that looks like the moon of Diana and Artemis
The moon that is Our Lady Mary’s lantern
She sits on a rock that looks like the moon
Giving the appearance that the gentle tranquil non-flowing stream
is the ocean 🌊
Upon which the moonrise over Earth’s ocean is occurring
And she the Goddess of the Moon rising above the ocean 🌊

But she is no goddess
for her heart is all too human
And the water is fresh water
and not salt water

Save from the tears that fall from her eyes
for she is lonely
for her heart is all too human.

-A poem written by Christopher
Thursday September 12th
2018.

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The Hawaiian Goddess Pele: A Poem

June 14, 2018 at 11:18 pm (Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, Mythology, Nature, News, Poetry, The Supernatural) (, , , , , )

The Hawaiian Goddess Pele: A Poem

The great goddess Pele was a great beauty
who journeyed by canoe to Hawaii from Tahiti
goddess of fire 🔥 , lightning 🌩, wind 💨 and volcanoes 🌋
she sailed the South Seas following direction the East Wind blows

Her sister Namaka chased her across the sea 🌊
until Pele arrived in sweet Hawaii
Pele’s spirit lives in the Halemaumau crater on Kīlauea
when she is calm, sing Hallelujah
But when she is angry, flee from her embrace
Or be buried like Pompeii in the annals of the human race.

Pele is the goddess of the hula
the dance for which tourists pay lots of moola
What else can one possibly say
but the hula dedicated to Pele is performed in a way
that represents her intense personality
(this fiery girl from far far Tahiti)
The dance represents the movement of volcanoes 🌋
the shaking of the hips, legs and down it goes

May Pele’s dance be performed only by those beauties swaying in grass skirts
for if she comes to life, it’s with god of destruction she flirts.

-A poem written by Christopher
Thursday June 14th 2018

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Encore of Lilith, Asmodeus, Kim Jong-un and Aphrodite

May 30, 2018 at 10:07 pm (Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, Mythology, Nature, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , )

Here’s a vampire novel chapter I wrote over a year ago:

Dracul Van Helsing

The ancient Babylonian vampiress Lilith stood on the Mount of Olives overlooking the old city of Jerusalem.

Alongside her was the grey wolf formerly known as Adolf Hitler (his spirit was granted a temporary leave of absence from the Underworld by permission of Hades and Persephone and he had entered and possessed the body of a grey wolf).

Lilith had found the grey wolf wandering the streets of Kiev, Ukraine (where she was currently living) and had adopted the creature as her pet.

She brought him with her to the Holy Land.

“Someday,” Lilith bragged to the grey wolf, “we shall rid this land of all the Jews.”

“Sounds like a splendid idea to me,” the lupine former Fuhrer wagged his tail.

Meanwhile in France, the demon Asmodeus was visiting the village of Rennes-le-Chateau and more specifically the Church of Saint Mary Magdalene.

He had heard that there was a…

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