The Sands of Time In The Hourglass: A Poem

July 19, 2017 at 2:20 pm (Life, News, Philosophy, Poetry) ()

Sands of Time In The Hourglass

The sands of time in the hourglass
show us this moment will not last
so Carpe Diem and seize the day
follow your dreams, come what may,

Even philosophers wasting away in Margaritaville
or any tavern within and without Seville
will tell you over their cocktail filled med,
“I’d rather die while I’m living than live when I’m dead.”

-A poem written by Christopher
Thursday June 29th 2017.

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Wonder Woman: A Poem

July 16, 2017 at 6:28 pm (Arts, Comic Books, Culture, Entertainment, Film, Movies, Poetry) (, , , )

Wonder Woman: A Poem

A woman of mysterious origin
finds herself in world of war and sin
she lived most of her life in an island paradise
soon finds herself in a world of deception and lies
Her isle and time intertwine
War has come to destroy peace sublime

She finds herself in London in the midst of the Great War
and soon in France amidst much blood and gore
But is it Ares who has led man astray?
Or when the light in men’s hearts succumbs to darkness’ way?

-A poem written
by Christopher
Sunday July 16th
2017
(inspired by seeing the new Wonder Woman movie with Gal Gadot today)

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Jack O’ Hare At The Calgary Stampede: A Poem

July 8, 2017 at 6:30 pm (Nature, News, Poetry) (, , , , )

Jack O’ Hare At The Calgary Stampede

Jack O’ Hare decided to go to the Calgary Stampede
he brought along some carrots on which to feed
he found some real tiny boots in which to put his 4 furry feet
and put a cowboy hat on his head which was kind of neat

He watched the chuck wagon races
and bulls putting cowboys through their paces
he saw roping
and groping
he saw the famous 8 second ride
and those who early on land on their hide

He avoided going on the carnival rides
he didn’t want to upchuck his carrots from his insides

He hopped here
he hopped there
he hopped everywhere
Jack O’ Hare thought that this was indeed the place to be
as he watched fireworks atop the hat of Mayor Naheed Nenshi.

-A Jack O’ Hare poem
written by Christopher
Saturday July 8th
2017.

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Have You Seen Jessica Urbano? A Poem

June 21, 2017 at 5:45 pm (Commentary, News, Poetry) (, , , , )

Josef Stalin was alleged to have said, The death of one is a tragedy, the death of millions is a statistic
Words uttered by someone who ought to know
So the Grenfell Tower fire we are told was a major fire
at a 24-storey 220 foot (70 metre) high tower of public housing flats
in North Kensington, west London which started on 14th June 2017
resulting in a high number of casualties and severe damage to the building
Such do the gods at Wikipedia tell us
As of this date 5 fatalities have been identified
and a further 74 people are presumed missing
bringing the presumed number of fatalities to 79
the deadliest fire in mainland Britain in over 100 years-
statistics, statistics, statistics,
so let me ask you this?
Have you seen Jessica Urbano?
Jessica Urbano

Jessica Urbano was a schoolgirl on the 20th floor of the Tower
when she was separated from her family.
She last spoke to her mom when she borrowed a phone and said
that she was on the stairs with other people.
She was never seen again
although some people thought they had seen her being put into the back of an ambulance
all unconfirmed.

So I ask you,
Have you seen Jessica Urbano?

Studio E. Architects who oversaw the 8,7 million British pound refurbishment of Grenfell Tower, have you seen Jessica Urbano?
Rydon Ltd. of Forest Row, East Sussex who undertook the refurbishment, have you seen Jessica Urbano?
Artelia who administered the contracts, have you seen Jessica Urbano?
Max Fordham- specialist mechanical and electrical consultants, have you seen Jessica Urbano?
All those who were responsible for putting in the new aluminum composite rainscreen cladding to improve the appearance of the building on the outside (now believed to have been responsible for rapidly spreading the fire from floor to floor), have you seen Jessica Urbano?
All those who neglected to put in smoke detectors and sprinkler systems into the building, have you seen Jessica Urbano?

All those rich people in the borough of Kensington and Chelsea who complained about the outside appearance of Grenfell Tower as an eyesore (leading to the 8.7 million British pound refurbishment on the outside), have you seen Jessica Urbano?
Or are your eyes still sore?

British Prime Minister Theresa May, when you visited Grenfell Tower on June 16th but were in too much of a rush to actually stop and speak to the residents who lived there, have you seen Jessica Urbano?
Did you ever stop to look if Jessica Urbano was there when your limo sped away?

Jessica Urbano represents the face of the faceless in every tragedy
Jessica Urbano is the voice of the voiceless in every tragedy
In tragedy, we tend to remember the names of the perpetrators
but never the names of any of the victims
because usually the perpetrators are few
and the victims are many
The victims are… statistics.

So the next time you hear the Grenfell Tower story on the news,
will you see Jessica Urbano?
(If only in your mind’s eye?)
The next time you encounter tragedy on TV, in newspapers or on the Net?
Will you think of Jessica Urbano?
And all those like her… single, unique, who want to be able to live the rest of their lives…people like you and me… people struck by tragedy… and are then forgotten…
because they are one of many.

So the next time tragedy strikes, please see Jessica Urbano
And if you’re doing a job where ultimately people’s lives are at stake,
please see Jessica Urbano.

-A poem written by Christopher
Wednesday June 21st
2017.

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Houdini In A Cage: A Poem

June 12, 2017 at 3:55 pm (History, Horror, International Intrigue, Mystery/horror, News, Poetry, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , )

Serena The Magician's Assistant

Once the Great Houdini was all the rage
now he kneels imprisoned in a bird cage
for his magician’s assistant Serena came up with his latest tricks
like how to saw in half a woman using only mud and bricks

But Serena had fallen in love
like peace and the snow white dove
she had fallen in love with a vampire no less
a vampire who would often dress to impress

This vampire was the ancient Egyptian Set
who fancied stormy nights not cats as his pet
he had fled his prison tomb on 1918’s Armistice Day
and boarded an English ship in Alexandria’s distant bay

These past few years he lived in England
with only some acquaintances ne’er a true friend
That changed when he met Serena who from the future came
now his investment analysis forecasts were no longer so lame

He’s now making a huge fortune in various stocks and bonds
eating in the best London restaurants enjoying steaks and prawns
now he and Serena want to get closer together
holding wedding ring hands strolling in rainy weather

But Houdini says he won’t allow it, she’s just too good to leave
for finding a better assistant- he couldn’t pull one out of his sleeve
he says if she leaves, he’ll call the press and reveal all
how in a strange time warp, she came from 2017 in a backwards fall

But Serena had other tricks
and no time for Houdini’s kicks
She imprisoned him in a cage
whispering, In here you’ll start to age.

And Houdini begged and pleaded, all to no avail
and Serena said, I’m going to dip this cage in a keg of ale
Finally Houdini agreed to let her go
so from a keg tap, no mini magician would flow.
And Set and Serena would wander into sunset’s glow
that is if his being a vampire hadn’t spoiled the show.

-A poem and vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday June 12th 2017.

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Jack O’ Hare Meets An Asian Irish Leprechaun: A Poem

June 7, 2017 at 4:04 pm (Comedy, Entertainment, Folklore, Humour, Poetry) (, , , , , , )

Everyone’s favourite bunny Jack O’ Hare was out hopping in the early morning dawn
when he spotted that rare beautiful sight- an Asian Irish leprechaun
Asian Irish Leprechaun

Is there a pot of gold at the end of your rainbow? Jack asked
recalling his many experiences with leprechauns in the past

Not a pot of gold but a pot of jade said she
which I’ll give you if you come sit upon my knee

Jack did so and felt content
as she rubbed his bunny ears so bent

Would you like a carrot? she asked
as she put down a carrot and a brandy flask

Yes, said Jack, as he took a nibble and a nip
having carrot and brandy together was quite the trip

Well, now, she sat back and smoked her leprechaun pipe, how about a kiss?
Asian Irish Leprechaun 01
Certainly, said Jack, this was a request he didn’t want to miss
for Jack had finally found the land of everlasting bliss.

-A Jack O’ Hare poem
written by Christopher
Wednesday June 7th
2017.

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The Vampiress Siren: A Poem

May 29, 2017 at 4:15 pm (Folklore, Horror, Mythology, Poetry, The Supernatural) (, , , , )

I sailed the straits on my ship of old
carrying aboard the king’s own gold
it was there I saw her on the rock amidst the waves
she who had sent many sailors to their graves
Siren On Rock

Come and taste my lips of cherry she said
licking her lips that had recently bled
I jumped into the sea and swam to the rock
thinking we’d only sit and talk
instead she grabbed me and bit my neck
I turned and saw my ship was a wreck

Said I, there goes my ship
what a way to end a trip
she then sucked my blood and I was dead
because to this vampiress siren- I lost my head.

-A poem written by Christopher
Monday May 29th
2017.

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A Short Rhyming Poem About Raymond Red Reddington

May 24, 2017 at 3:40 pm (Culture, Entertainment, Poetry, Television) (, , , )

A Short Rhyming Poem About Raymond Red Reddington

Raymond Red Reddington is one of a very rare breed- a villain with class
he bumps off all those villains who are, by golly, a real pain in the ass!
Raymond Red Reddington At Cocktail Party

-written by Christopher
Wednesday May 24th
2017

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Hate’s Attack On Manchester: A Poem

May 23, 2017 at 3:59 pm (Crime, News, Poetry) (, , , , , , , )

Before the darkness, music played
Ariana sang upon the stage
But this gentle musical night
would descend in horror and fright
and joyous times would soon turn dark
like the arrow that struck singing skylark
and that dark still remains
accentuated by human blood stains

Young people had come full of joy
to the arena in an English town
that soon would turn upside down
Beneath a streetlamp’s streaming glow
a girl would watch her friend’s blood flow
scenes of young love overshadowed by hate
musical concert ends at door of Hell’s gate

Some man thought he knew God’s will
and that was to maim, destroy and kill
far from the Kingdom of God was he
but his evil folly has caused intense agony

Faces that will never be seen again
Faces that shone with Ariana’s song
but they left the concert into the night
not knowing hate’s venom would rise and strike
now those faces will only be seen on Facebook page
leaving those behind in tears and rage

And so the curtain came down on a musical show
as death’s curtain came down on those in post-concert glow
bodies maimed and broken, many their souls now gone
the night that Death put an end to music’s sweet song.

-A poem written by Christopher
Tuesday May 23rd 2017.

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Avalon Rising: A Poem

May 15, 2017 at 4:13 pm (Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, Mythology, News, Poetry, Politics, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , )

And so from Xanadu the mighty Kublai Khan might decree
but did he ever make out with the goddess Aphrodite?
Dracul Van Helsing thought while returning from Athens
and attending service of Glastonbury Abbey matins
among those ancient ruins
far from desert sand dunes.

The Welsh Vampiress Morgana visited Dracul
a break from campaigning against a werewolf fool
in the constituency of Newbridge in Wales
principality ruled by Charles Prince of Tails

Now this vampiress was a niece of Morgan Le Fay
for this vamp had been around since medieval day
and she told Dracul that he was descended from both Morgan Le Fay and King Arthur
making Dracul a king and not just a knight with a knighthood to be called “Sir”

For her aunt the sorceress Morgana and Arthur had another child besides Mordred
the one who at the battle of Camlann both he and Arthur mortally bled
this child was a girl sent to Ireland for safekeeping
as Camelot was overrun by blood and weeping

And Dracul was descended from this princess royal
who was born Morgan and Arthur’s child on Avalon soil

And so after hearing this from Morgana, he wandered far from Glastonbury Tor
this vampiric news that had him hit the ceiling and not the royal floor
he wandered across plains and through trees seeing a doe and her fawn
then he looked and saw the mists of Avalon rising through the dawn

Avalon Rising In The Mists of Dawn

He had once pulled a sword out of a stone in Cornwall many years ago
and now it looked like prophecy would unfold- Avalon’s rising- ’tis so.

-A poem written by Christopher
Monday May 15th 2017.

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