Haiku About Debbie Reynolds R.I.P.

December 29, 2016 at 4:15 pm (Commentary, Entertainment, Film, Movies, News, Obituaries, Poetry) (, , , )

Haiku About Debbie Reynolds R.I.P.

Singin’ In The Rain
to Tammy to Singing Nun
classy classic star

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Haiku About Carrie Fisher R.I.P.

December 28, 2016 at 4:23 pm (Commentary, Entertainment, Film, Movies, News, Obituaries, Poetry) (, , , , , )

Haiku About Carrie Fisher R.I.P.

Miss Carrie Fisher
warrior princess of the stars
now above the stars

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When Old and Dear Friends Die: A Poem

December 27, 2016 at 6:16 pm (Commentary, Obituaries, Personal essays, Poetry) (, , )

When Old and Dear Friends Die: A Poem

When old and dear friends die,
it is a feeling hard to describe
Gray seems so much grayer
And light seems so much darker

Hearing of your passing this afternoon my dear friend
has quite literally knocked the wind out of me
And what makes it harder is we never met in person
We blogged at the same blogging site
meeting back there in 2007
We talked on-line
And we chatted over the phone
But we never met in person

You were a social networking rock of stability for me after my dad died back in 2010
phoning me, emailing me and asking me how I was doing.

I never realized how much my writing had impacted you
until you asked me to be godfather to your daughter Nyssa when she was born back in 2011
You obviously picked up and sensed from my writing that I was a fellow human being to be trusted
in asking me to be your daughter’s godfather

And now poor little Nyssa will be turning 6 this coming January 1st
And starting the New Year without her beloved Daddy 😦

I never got to India to see you, my friend
You were going to show me around your beloved country
Now if I ever visit your dear land, my contact with you will be to lay a rose at your grave or urn

But I will always be there for your daughter Nyssa
I remember you said that to me once on the phone, “Christopher, promise me that you’ll always be there for my daughter Nyssa.”
And I did.
And so I shall.

Au revoir, my dear friend.
Until we meet for the first time in person in God’s paradise.

-A poem written by Christopher
Tuesday December 27th 2016
in honour of his friend Amit Dhawan
who passed away this morning
in Delhi, India.

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Haiku About George Michael R.I.P. and The End of 2016

December 26, 2016 at 6:03 pm (Commentary, Music, News, Obituaries, Poetry) (, , , , )

Haiku About George Michael R.I.P. and The End of 2016

Another is gone
the music greats are passing
year the music died

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Haiku About John Glenn RIP

December 10, 2016 at 3:44 pm (News, Obituaries, Poetry) (, , )

Haiku About John Glenn R.I.P.

Rode Freedom Seven
Voyager to the heavens
Now rides to Heaven

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Qonzilqointec In Post-Fidel Havana

November 28, 2016 at 5:27 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, News, Obituaries, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , )

Qonzilqointec In Post-Fidel Havana

The Aztec vampire princess Qonzilqointec walked the streets of Havana in the wake of the death of Fidel Castro- leader of the Cuban Revolution, Prime Minister of Cuba for 17 years and President of Cuba for 30.

He had landed in Cuba with 80 rebels in 1956, was only 32 when he toppled Cuban dictator Fulgencio Batista in 1959 and he had survived 638 assassination attempts.

His decision to allow the Soviet Union to put nuclear missiles in Cuba in 1962 had brought the world to the brink of nuclear war in October of that year.

Khrushchev blinked and backed down and John F. Kennedy breathed a sigh of relief.

Castro had proclaimed his revolution a Marxist-Leninist one and as a result Cuba had suffered a U.S. led economic embargo that had lasted 56 years.

As a result of course, the great classic American cars of the 1950s and early 1960s still are seen on the streets of Havana.

Castro to his credit had built one of the best health care and education systems in the world.

Thousands of medical practitioners graduate in Cuba every year and Cuba sends them to more than 60 countries across the globe to provide aid and assistance.

The Cuban nation also enjoys a world class biotech industry that is saving millions of lives through dispensing vaccines and drugs to needy countries at a fraction of the cost that large multinationals would charge.

No doubt the money grubbing U.S. pharmaceutical giants were not sorry to see Castro go.

Cuban soldiers had defeated South African troops in Angola in 1988 at Cuito Canivale.

That defeat not only led to South Africa withdrawing from Namibia and Namibian independence but Nelson Mandela himself attributed South Africa’s defeat by Cuban troops to his release from jail and the ultimate defeat of apartheid.

Although Castro had officially proclaimed Cuba an atheistic state, he gave a hero’s welcome to Pope John Paul II when that pontiff visited in 1998, he met with Pope Benedict XVI in 2012 and asked him whatever became of the Latin Tridentine Mass during their talks, and later had a 30-minute meeting with Pope Francis in September of 2015.

And now, thought Qonzilqointec, who would continue Castro’s Revolution now that he was gone?

She walked the streets of Havana in her lavender coloured evening dress and looked up at the stars and pondered the question.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday November 26th
2016.

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Haiku About Glenn Frey

January 18, 2016 at 7:29 pm (Music, News, Obituaries, Poetry) (, , , , )

Haiku About Glenn Frey

To soar as eagle
Glenn Frey checks out of Hotel
Planet Gaia now

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Haiku About Alan Rickman

January 17, 2016 at 9:00 pm (Arts, Culture, Entertainment, Film, Movies, News, Obituaries, Poetry) (, , , )

Haiku About Alan Rickman

Roles from Slope to Snape
Barchester to Potter films
and Will Shakespeare too

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Amadeus Stardust

January 14, 2016 at 8:07 pm (Arts, Culture, Entertainment, News, Obituaries, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , )

Amadeus Stardust

The New Orleans songstress and vampiress Angelique Dumont was sitting in a black evening dress in a West London theatre auditorium memorizing her lines for the role of Mina Harker in a musical version of Dracula.

She heard the theatre auditorium door open and in walked her friend Amadeus Emanon.

He looked disheveled and his hair was wild and uncombed.

“Why, Amadeus, what’s wrong?” Angelique asked him.

“David Bowie is dead,” said Amadeus, a tear dripping down his cheek.

“Why, yes,” Angelique nodded, “the whole world knows that David Bowie is dead. But… did you know him personally at all, Amadeus?”.

“No, I never met the man,” Amadeus started to weep uncontrollably.

Angelique reached into her purse and handed him a handkerchief which he accepted gratefully.

“You must have been quite a devoted fan,” Angelique patted his shoulder, “to take his death pretty hard.”

“He was one individual I could really relate to,” Amadeus wiped his eyes, “he and Oscar Wilde I could both relate to. Although of course Oscar Wilde was already dead by the time I was genetically cloned and created in Dr. Cadbury Rocher’s lab, Oscar Wilde having died way back in 1900.”

“You could really relate to both Oscar Wilde and David Bowie?” Angelique was somewhat taken aback, “Does this mean you’re gay or bisexual, Amadeus?”.

Angelique was somewhat surprised. She had dated Amadeus on numerous occasions. Although Amadeus had always been the perfect gentlemen (as opposed to the multitude of horny males who were always trying to hump her particularly one Renfield R. Renfield), she had put this down to a somewhat Peter Pan style childlike innocence about him rather than a lack of sexual attraction to females.

“No,” said Amadeus, “what I liked about Wilde and Bowie was that they always felt like outsiders, like aliens, like strangers living in a strange land. I always felt like an outsider, an alien, having been cloned and genetically created in a lab and then born wholesale as an adult emerging from a giant test tube. I was adult in body at my birth but my mind was still like a child’s, like an infant’s. Even now, I still grapple with being an adult on the outside but I still feel like a child on the inside.”

Amadeus, she knew, had been cloned and created back in late 2005. So in effect he was only 10 years old although as he had said, he had emerged out of the giant test tube in Dr. Rocher’s lab with the body of an adult.

Funny, he and Renfield were so different.

Renfield, she understood, had been genetically cloned and created back in early 2005, several months before Amadeus.

He too had emerged from the giant test tube with the body of an adult.

But she gathered that Renfield had always acted with the mind of an adult.

Perhaps it was the DNA they were cloned from.

Amadeus was cloned from the DNA of strands of hair from Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, British actor Alan Rickman and California mass murderer Charles Manson.

Renfield had been cloned from the DNA of strands of hair from Emperor Napoleon Bonaparte, French poet Charles Baudelaire and Germany’s Iron Chancellor Otto von Bismarck as well as the DNA of North Korean cannibalistic killer hamsters (who had been secretly created in a Pyongyang lab back in 2000).

The latter strands of DNA allowed Renfield to shape shift from human to hamster and back again.

“I’m sorry you feel like such an outsider, Amadeus,” she patted his shoulder again.

“It doesn’t help knowing that I’ve got someone like Charles Manson in my DNA,” Amadeus moaned, “does this mean that I’m going to someday become a murderer like Manson?”.

“Despite what the eugenicists of old and the eugenicists of today might think,” Angelique whispered to Amadeus, “DNA like clothes do not make the man.”

Amadeus stopped crying.

“So,” Amadeus asked Angelique, “who do you think will be the next David Bowie?”.

Angelique smiled at him, “David Bowie was one of a kind. There will never be another David Bowie. Just like there will never truly be another Oscar Wilde. That’s the thing about great artists. They’re truly one of a kind. No one will ever be truly like them. Great artists were and are great because they were and always are what they are.”

“So no new David Bowie?”Amadeus looked at the stage.

“The world never does know what it’s looking for,” Angelique said, “it stumbles around like a man in a fog shrouded night. Oscar Wilde burst on the world in the late 19th Century. David Bowie burst on the world in the late 20th Century. The world is only 4 years away from the decade of the 2020s. Maybe what the world needs right now is not another Oscar Wilde or another David Bowie.”

“So,” Amadeus looked down, “what does the world need right now?”.

“Well,” Angelique stood up, “maybe what the world needs right now… is… Amadeus Emanon.”

Angelique walked away leaving Amadeus in the darkness of the theatre auditorium.

A few minutes later the theatre’s lightning technician, practicing for when the play started in an hour’s time, just happened to shine the spotlight on Amadeus sitting in his seat in the darkened auditorium.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday January 12th
2016.

Post-Script: The great actor Alan Rickman who played Severus Snape in all 8 Harry Potter films as well as numerous other great roles in film, on stage and on radio died today Thursday January 14th 2016 at the age of 69.

I’ve always been a huge fan of Alan Rickman.
When I first introduced the character of Amadeus Emanon into my series of vampire novels back in 2006, I chose Alan Rickman as one of the persons whose DNA was involved in his cloning.

I wrote this particular chapter two days ago Tuesday January 12th (two days after the death of David Bowie),

Little did I know at the time of that writing 2 days ago that Alan Rickman (from whom part of Amadeus Emanon was cloned) would die 2 days later.

It makes the ending of this chapter a lot more poignant (and possibly prophetic).

-Christopher

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Haiku About David Bowie

January 11, 2016 at 8:07 pm (Arts, Culture, Entertainment, Music, News, Obituaries, Poetry) (, , , , )

Haiku About David Bowie

Put on your red shoes
and dance the blues… in honour
of fallen Stardust

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