Winter Moon On Silver Pond: A Poem

January 10, 2018 at 8:42 pm (Nature, News, Poetry) (, , )

Winter Moon On Silver Pond: A Poem

The winter moon rises on a crisp cold evening
Over a backdrop of snow and ice and gleaming evergreens
Its silver light a glistening orb
that lights up the night sky
An ice covered pond reflects like polished silverware on nature’s white covered tabletop.

Here and there a white rabbit hops through the snow
Deer feed on whatever vegetation is left among the white powder covered ground
The sheer cold of winter being compensated by a vast array of snow white beauty

-A poem written by Christopher
Wednesday January 10th
2018.

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Haiku About Santa Post-Christmas

December 27, 2017 at 8:58 pm (Poetry) (, )

Haiku About Santa Post-Christmas

After the big night
sleigh ride and two nights later
Santa still napping

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Winter Wonderland: A Poem

December 20, 2017 at 10:03 pm (Poetry) (, , )

Winter Wonderland: A Poem

The first weeks of December here were dry
Christmas lights seem not to shine so bright
against a backdrop of dry grass and dry trees

But today the fall of fresh clean white snow
that truly makes the lights come aglow

A winter wonderland shines like a glowing candle on the vast prairie landscape
giving one a feeling of warmth despite the cold
It glistens like the star that once shined above Bethlehem streets
heralding that into time Eternal Light was born

The world changed then
There were places that embraced the Light
There were places that rejected the Light
There were times that celebrated the Light
There were times that tried to extinguish the Light
There were people who welcomed the Light
There were people who cursed the Light

But like that first fresh snowfall that decorates the landscape
That Light leaves an impression on the mind that will never be forgot.

-A poem written by Christopher
Wednesday December 20th
2017.

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Carson Albion In Havana

December 9, 2017 at 7:20 pm (Detective story, Mystery, Poetry, Romance) (, , , , , , )

Carson Albion In Havana

It was underneath a clear blue Cuban sky
walked the man Carson Albion Private Eye
He had been hired in a deli that sold salami
by a wealthy Cuban exile in Miami
to find the man’s granddaughter he hadn’t heard from in years
a situation that led to anxiety and tears

Taking with him an old photo
and leaving Kansas minus Toto
he flew to Havana
and arrived at a cabana
where a poolside party was going on
he asked the owner who was stifling a yawn
“Have you seen this girl?”
The man gave the roulette wheel a twirl
“She’s considerably older now!” he said.
Albion was relieved to hear she wasn’t dead.

“Do you know where she can be found?”
Albion dropped cigar ash on the ground
“At the La Luna Club downtown,”
the man gave a slight frown.

Albion raised his fedora in thanks
and made his exit by the lobster tanks
He headed to the La Luna Club
but would he find the girl, aye, there’s the rub
Carlotta was the girl’s name
like Bogey looking for a dame

He entered the club and saw a beautiful young woman in a red dress
by comparison his bourbon decorated trench coat looked a mess
He took off his coat and put it on a chair
while the bartender scratched his underwear

Carlotta was the girl in the red dress
Albion knew it was more than a guess
She was on the dance 💃🏻 floor dancing up a storm
and Albion under his shirt collar was starting to feel warm

He approached her and asked her to dance
She immediately fell into a tango stance
and together they danced the tango across the floor
and soon both were out the nightclub door

They headed back to her apartment
and on her mattress they made a major dent
Their intense lovemaking
was quite earth shaking
After the climax and in each other’s arms
came the phone call from her grandfather’s Florida farms
so Albion took a selfie
texted it to Grandpa wealthy

The angry grandfather told Albion not to bother coming home to America
otherwise he’d find himself dead in a Florida Oranges crate-ia.

So in Havana Albion did remain
so as not to turn Carlotta’s grandfather into Biblical Cain
They would often spend nights dancing the tango
and later in bed roared like Rambo.

-A poem written by Christopher
Saturday December 9th
2017

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The 75th Anniversary of Casablanca: A Poem

November 26, 2017 at 4:55 pm (Culture, Entertainment, Film, Geopolitics and International Relations, Movies, News, Poetry) (, , , , , )

The 75th Anniversary of Casablanca: A Poem

It was 75 years ago today (November 26th 1942) that the film Casablanca with Humphrey Bogart and Ingrid Bergman had its world premiere in New York City.

Dark times
The world in crisis
Refugees fleeing an entire continent
Inhabitants of imprisoned Europe
Fleeing south to Africa

To Casablanca in Morocco 🇲🇦
hoping to catch the plane to Lisbon in neutral Portugal 🇵🇹
and from there flee to somewhere in the Americas

Rick’s Cafe Americain
a meeting ground
with a varied clientele
Vichy French and Nazi German officials
interspersed with refugees from Europe
A mingling of the best and the worst
the world has to offer
with many people caught in between

And in this intermingling of chaos and conflict
of hope and despair
of greed and apathy
a love triangle emerges
two men and a woman
and in this love triangle
no villain
only 3 people beset by time and circumstance
to find themselves in a situation
that none of them would have entered through choices of their own

For the refugees
is there a way out?
For those caught in the love triangle
is there a way out?

The way out is a plane to Lisbon
Who will board that plane?

In Casablanca, some will lose their lives
In Casablanca, some will lose their hope
In Casablanca, some have already lost their souls
In Casablanca, two men will regain theirs
in what will be the start of a beautiful friendship

Such is Casablanca.

-A poem written by Christopher
Sunday November 26th
2017.

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90 Winters: A Poem

October 27, 2017 at 5:12 pm (Biographical, Commentary, History, Life, Obituaries, Personal essays, Poetry) (, , , )

90 Winters: A Poem

The Medicine Man Chief of the Blackfoot Nation smoked his pipe
and looked out across the distant prairies at the distant hills
He then began his tale,
90 winters ago
Gitche Manitou sent a wise soul into this world
The same month that talking motion pictures were born
Al Jolson had said, “Wait a minute… you ain’t heard nothing yet”
A few weeks later a baby uttered his first cries under the vast blue dome of an Alberta prairie sky
A child who learned to read when he was 3 years old
Reading the Bible and Shakespeare and Charles Dickens was his fare
When he was 4, his father went away from the farm to work,
that same winter his mother took ill with scarlet fever
And he was raised that winter by a Cree First Nations Medicine woman
She taught him the power of herbs and roots
and how to heal using them
He started his public schooling at the age of 5
in a one room schoolhouse
called Elba
a school built in 1914
on the 100th anniversary of Napoleon Bonaparte’s 1st exile
his exile to the island of Elba
In 1936 at the age of 9
George had determined that Adolf Hitler
was a bad person
so he was going to build himself an airplane
and fly over to Berlin Germany
and bump him off
like Saint George slaying the evil dragon

He built himself an airplane all right
a Wright Brothers style aircraft
much to his family’s and farm neighbours’ amazement
He wisely sat on the very back seat of the plane
as the plane’s navigator
while his elder brother sat in the front seat of the plane
as the pilot
That way if their lift-off was unsuccessful
as they took off the hill over the
Rosebud Creek valley
and the plane landed in the creek
it would be his elder brother who wound up first in the Creek
George wisely reasoned
while he George would have time to jump off the back seat
before the plane landed in the Creek

Well the plane never made it to Germany
not even to Newfoundland
not even as far as the Alberta-Saskatchewan border
but George’s elder brother Tom
certainly enjoyed a very close up look of Rosebud Creek
right in the creek
as George wisely determined after take-off that the plane
wouldn’t reach its destination
so George wisely jumped off the back seat
as the plane made it to the ground
heading straight for the creek
with pilot Tom in the front seat
cursing and swearing
and prophetically foretelling
the language and dialogue
on most TV programs in
the early 21st Century

The 4-Minute mile was not broken by Roger Bannister
at the 1954 British Empire Games in Vancouver
but by George on that day in 1936
as he sought to escape
his dripping wet and deeply agitated elder brother
who chased after him from the creek

George reached the safety of his parents’ house in time.

In the early 1940s as a teenager, George studied palaeontology under the great palaeontologist Dr. Charles Mortram Sternberg in the Red Deer River Badlands
In the mid-1940s, he studied Science and Engineering at Mount Royal College in Calgary
In the late ’40s and early ’50s,
he studied History and English Literature at the University of Alberta
He finally settled on becoming a teacher
passing on his knowledge and wisdom to future generations of children
In the 1960s at Sherwood Heights Junior High School
he and his students built small rockets
that went soaring high into the skies
above that place of Alberta suburbia known as Sherwood Park
A sight that startled many Sherwood Park residents
who thought they were under Soviet missile attack

The principal of the school instructed George not to build
rockets that soared so high
Among George’s students was future astronomer and physicist
Dr. Paul Hickson
who pioneered work in the reflecting mercury liquid telescope

Among George’s students in the ’70s was future palaeontologist Michael Caldwell
who discovered the world’s first fossil of a flying snake in Israel

In the late ’80s George retired from active teaching
and was hired by the Alberta Department of Education
to give training workshops
to beginning Science teachers

In the ’90s, George began painting pictures
and mastered that medium
In the early 21st Century, George
began research for a 3-volume history of Western Canada
that he was going to write
In June of 2010, he was half-way through the 2nd volume of his 3-volume history of Western Canada
when he died from cancer.

90 winters ago, this man was born.

-A poem written by Christopher
Friday October 27th 2017
on what would have been
his father George’s
90th birthday.

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Haiku About Fats Domino R.I.P.

October 25, 2017 at 2:37 pm (Culture, Entertainment, Music, News, Obituaries, Poetry) (, , , , )

Haiku About Fats Domino R.I.P.

Yes, I found my thrill
listening to your music
Mister Domino

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Reflection On The Las Vegas Massacre: A Poem

October 4, 2017 at 6:47 pm (Commentary, Culture, History, Horror, News, Poetry) (, , )

Reflection On The Las Vegas Massacre: A Poem

Deep down we’ve always known that TV commercial ad slogans no matter how catchy
were not conveyors of genuine truth
As one ad slogan for Las Vegas Tourism which became so catchy
It even became a line in Hollywood movies
has now crumbled
With lives lost and wounds lasting
We now know
that what happened in Vegas
won’t stay in Vegas.

-A poem written by Christopher
Wednesday October 4th 2017.

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Haiku About Autumn 🍂

September 28, 2017 at 5:30 pm (Art, Arts, Literature, Nature, Poetry) (, , , )

Haiku About Autumn 🍂

That time when the trees
wear coats of many colours
a fall fashion show

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Kwan Yin In Banff National Park

September 27, 2017 at 3:41 pm (Fantasy, Folklore, Mythology, Nature, News, Poetry, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , )

Kwan Yin the Buddhist Mother Goddess of Mercy could sense that the deer in Banff National Park were troubled by the fire in nearby Waterton Lakes National Park.

Their animal senses picked up that something was wrong.

So Kwan Yin went to Banff National Park to comfort the deer.

Kwan Yin The Buddhist Mother Goddess of Mercy

Kwan Yin her mercy
extends to all God’s creatures
even tiny deer

-A vampire novel chapter
and haiku
written by Christopher
Wednesday September 27th
2017.

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