The Storm Cloud of T-Rex Kubla
Oh sing not of Xanadu and Kubla Khan’s decree
Or how Alph the sacred river ran down to sunless sea
For on desert highway between darkened hills
Was bloodcurdling sight sending chills
It was the storm cloud of T-Rex 🦖 Kubla
With thunder louder than orchestral tuba
At the bottom on the horizon
In seeming triumph over earthly Zion
Was red spectral T-Rex with open mouth
Its jaws wide open to engulf the south
And springing from forehead like Zeus birthing Athena
Was a sight more dreadful than a screaming hyena
A purple hare sprouting wings
A beast of whom not the Walrus sings
From its rabbity back emerged a gigantic brain
Made of broccoli 🥦 and cauliflower and no gentle rain
From the vegan brain so deranged emerged a silvery serpent slithering north
Making sure all hope hath gone off course to the mouth of a giant horse
From the silvery serpent’s back emerged tsunami waves frozen like giant droplets of ice
As if the artist Hokusai had to pay the fierce Niflheim frost giants’ price
Oh where is Arirang mountain with its peaks of hope
Providing inspiration for which humanity is to strive and grope
The storm cloud of T-Rex Kubla leaves death and destruction in its wake
An Ouroboros circle taking another geometric shape
Causing man, beast and earth to shake and quake.
-A Poe/Lovecraftian horror poem
Written by Christopher
Thursday May 4th
2023.
Walking Towards Autumn
Walking towards autumn
Her dress the colour
of some of the leaves
on the ground
She had crossed leaves
Of gold and red and brown
to get to where she is
Facing the leaves still on the trees
She raised her hands as if to touch them
An act of supplication to the approaching autumn
-A poem written by Christopher
Thursday September 16th
2021.
A Visit From Jack O’ Hare
Jack O’ Hare is out sitting on the front lawn
Eating grass of which he’s rather fond
His big ears stand alert and ready
Ready to flee if blue jay wants to go steady.
-A poem written by Christopher
Thursday June 17th 2021
Inspired by the sight
of a wild hare jack rabbit
eating grass on the front lawn
while a blue jay sat on a
nearby tree branch
talking to him.
Tanaka’s Country Home
Lakota Sioux Princess Tanaka
The Lakota Sioux Princess Tanaka had left her apartment in London England to spend a few days on a small farm she owned in the County of Lincolnshire.
She sat on a log and spent some time contemplating.
Around her neck she wore a necklace of carefully crafted shells that her mother had made for her.
She wore a vest that her grandmother had sewn for her.
And a skirt that she had sewn for herself where the Native American pictographs depicted on it told a story.
She felt a closeness to her past as she sat and inhaled the sweet country scent of the present and contemplated the future.
She stood up and walked around the farm.
She looked over the fence and gazed into some nearby woods.
A deer bounded forth and leapt over the meadows that separated her farm from the woods.
Only a few feet away, the deer gazed at her and seemed to smile at her.
Then it leapt back into the woods from whence it came.
A duck and her ducklings got out of a nearby stream and waddled across the meadows re-entering the stream on the other side of the meadows.
Tanaka noticed that a little red fox sat on the other side of the fence a few feet away from her.
The fox had been observing the mother duck and her ducklings but had made no point of interfering.
The fox then headed off into the woods.
Tanaka looked further along the fence and noticed a little Jack Russell Terrier sitting there.
The Jack Russell Terrier had been sitting there observing the fox but unlike its ancestors who had their origins in fox hunting in England had made no point of interfering with or following the fox.
Tanaka smiled at what she had observed.
And then turned and walked towards her farmhouse where in the kitchen a mushroom, asparagus and cauliflower casserole awaited her.
-written by Christopher
Sunday May 16th 2021.
A Reflection On Autumn
A Reflection On Autumn
Autumn… when the trees put on their coats of many colours
Reblog of Hey Little Groundhog: A Poem
Here’s a poem I wrote 3 years ago:
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
The Duck Called Samuel Puddlington At Lake Louise: A Poem
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.
Reblog of The Duck Called Samuel Puddlington: A Poem
A poem about a duck called Samuel Puddlington that I wrote over a year ago.
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
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.
Dracul Van Helsing 
Sherry and The Unicorn
September 15, 2019 at 10:55 pm (Commentary, Folklore, History, Inspiration, Life, love, magic, Mythology, Nature, Poetry, Romance, The Supernatural) (narrative poem, poem, Sherry)
Sherry and The Unicorn
The golden colours of autumn
Shone brightly around the hills and trees
As Sherry set out from her beautiful rustic old farmstead and grounds
Autumn was her favourite time of year she reflected
As a cool autumn breeze blew gently through her dark hair
Sherry loved to go on evening walks
Sometimes alone
Or with her dog
Or one of her children
Tonight she was alone
Alone to contemplate
And silently communicate with both God and Nature
Which was one of her favourite past times
Contemplating and communicating with both God and Nature
She set out on the path
That would take her along the river
And by the woods
In her eyes both peace and sadness
Peace from communicating with God and nature
Sadness from the night her nearly 3 year old daughter died from pneumonia
In her arms
On the night when the worst March snowstorm of the century hit Western Europe
And ambulances were unable to get through the snow drifts
To reach the farm stead
And rush the girl to hospital
Sherry gave the impression of one who had lived a thousand lives
For her eyes seemed to reflect the wisdom of one who had
She had been born in the Malaysian province of Sarawak
On the island of Borneo
Through her veins flowed the blood of the Iban
Who were the famed Head Hunters of Borneo
Whose exploits and ferocity
Were the stuff of folk lore
But were now a gentle and loving people
Since the light of Christ had been brought to them
Also the blood of the Malay flowed through her veins
The people who gave Malaysia its name
On her father’s side she had both Chinese and Japanese ancestry
For her paternal grandfather and paternal grandmother had a Romeo and Juliet style love story
But one with a happy ending
Her grandfather was Japanese
Having been born into a noble Japanese Samurai family
Of one of the many Samurai clans that existed throughout Japan
And still existed prior to Gen. MacArthur’s governorship of the country in the post-World War II years
Now those mighty Samurai clans existed only in history books and ancestral family stories
And of course Hollywood and Japanese films
But her grandfather a noble Samurai knight
Had fallen in love with a Chinese woman
In a time period when the Samurai clans had fallen under the sway of Tojo
And an extreme militaristic form of Shintoism
Whose Japanese master race theories about Japanese racial superiority among Asians
Were matching Hitler’s German racial superiority theories about
German racial superiority
Among the peoples of Europe
So it would not do for a Japanese samurai knight
To fall in love with a Chinese woman
And worse still as far as his family and clan
were concerned-
He wanted to marry her!
Keep her as a kept woman if you must
His immediate male family members told him
But do not, under any circumstances, marry her.
But this noble Samurai knight was truly noble by nature
And not noble in name only.
He married the woman he loved-
A woman of China!
The result was the the pronouncement of a Japanese Samurai clan’s equivalent
Of an Iranian ayatollah’s fatwa-
A death edict for both the Samurai
And his bride!
The couple fled as far away from the reach of the Samurai clans as they could get
To the island of Borneo!
And many years later Sherry was born
The granddaughter of these star-crossed lovers
Sherry was teased as a child
Because the village because of the darkness of her eyes
Thought her the reincarnation
Of the River serpent woman
Who haunted her village and family folklore
A great great great grandmother several generations back in her Iban family tree
Who had a human body for the top part
But a serpent body for the bottom part of her body
It was said the River serpent woman
had extremely dark eyes
And Sherry had the darkest eyes of any female currently living in her family
But that was Sherry’s past
And the sights of autumn and deer
And rabbits and squirrels was Sherry’s present
The unicorn sat down in the clearing of the woods
A magical and enchanting creature
In an age where the only magic and enchanting were done by dark beings
And therefore magical enchanting creatures of God were rarely seen
Of course the Unicorn being an essentially shy creature preferred it this way
Being able to walk the woods and hills freely without being gaped at by other creatures
Particularly those creatures with 2 arms and 2 legs and ten fingers and 10 toes who seemed to be particularly fond of gaping
Particularly those who carried those annoying little objects in their hands
And were always emitting flashes of light at themselves
Particularly as they stood alongside other creatures
The unicorn looked up
And then paused
For one of those creatures
He was just thinking about
Was standing on the other side of the River
And looking at him.
The unicorn thought about turning to run
He turned its gaze back to the creature
And the creature did something odd for this type of creature
Instead of getting closer to get a better look at him
The creature sat down on the banks of the River
And just looked
Not an annoying look either
Just a contemplative look
It was not eying the Unicorn either for dinner or emitting a flash
From an object in its hand
Just a gentle look
A look that seemed to acknowledge
The Unicorn as a fellow subject
Rather than an object to be simply gaped at
For the sake of gaping
The creature on the other side of the River then smiled at the Unicorn
That was it!
A simple smile
It seemed to be a kind smile
The Unicorn thought
Not a nasty or self-absorbed smile
That too often seemed to accompany the countenance
Of creatures like these
For some reason the Unicorn felt inclined to cross the River
On the other bank now
As the Unicorn stood
He noticed the creature with the kind smile
Had still not made any movement towards it-
The Unicorn.
The Unicorn approached and bowed its head and horn within inches of the creature with the kind smile
The creature with the kind smile gently patted his head and horn
And smiled some more.
The Unicorn gave the creature its own kind smile
And walked back across the River and then into the woods from whence it came.
When she returned home, some of her children called out to Sherry,
“Did you have a good walk, Mom?”.
“Yes, I did,” Sherry nodded as she took off her coat, “A very good walk.”
“Did you see anything?” The children asked.
“Yes,” Sherry smiled, “I saw some deer. And some rabbits and a squirrel.”
Sherry put her finger to her lips and mused aloud, “And let’s see. What else did I see?”.
Then she thought some more and then smiled, “Oh yes. And I saw a Unicorn.”
“Oh, Mom!” The children giggled and laughed.
-A poem written by Christopher
Sunday September 15th
2019.
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