Atlantis
In fathoms deep
In the deep blue sea 🌊
She lies
Atlantis
The lost city
Louis Alphonse Cousteau
Great nephew of Jacques Cousteau
Was looking for her
Atlantis
Financed by the billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set
Cousteau sailed the submarine The Amphitrite to depths
Never before seen
And there she was
In front of Louis Alphonse Cousteau
And the entire Amphitrite crew
Atlantis
The mermaid 🧜♀️ Ionela appeared in front of the sub
“Away!” “Away!” She said
“For this is where the Kraken sleeps.”
“Which Kraken?” Cousteau asked.
“Zeus’ kraken,” Ionela answered.
“What is the name of Zeus’ kraken?”
Cousteau inquired.
“Phobos Maximus,” Ionela replied.
“Let us leave this place,”
Cousteau said to his crew,
“Let sleeping Krakens lie.”
-A poem and vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday May 31st
2023.
Preparing For A Regency Era Ball: From Jane Austen To Sanditon
A country rectory in rural England
Of the early 19th Century
While the Prince of Pleasure
Held his regency at London court
There far from the battlefield scars
Of the continent
That paid the price
For Napoleon’s ambition
England herself
Was at peace.
This sceptred isle
This other Eden
Demi-Paradise
This earth
This realm
This England
Thanks to Nelson’s Navy
And Wellington’s troops
This seat of Mars sees no martial strife itself
While young John stands in basement kitchen
Looking gaunt
Upstairs Jane
Miss Austen
Gets ready for the grand ball
On nearby country estate
Jane Austen a woman with imagination that dazzles
These grand balls inspire her vision
From a great mind
A passionate heart 💜
And a sensitive soul
Many a great tale would spring forth
And bud and bloom like
The English countryside
In the month of May
Over two centuries later
Her stories still inspire
And even her unfinished tales
Create unforgettable masterpieces
And love stories
That will dazzle for all time.
-A poem written by Christopher
Wednesday May 17th 2023.
London At Night: A Poem Inspired By Sanditon
In the night
London Town still shines very bright
And across the bridge
Our pathway guided by many a light
From the double decker bus to the clock
Through the mists we continue our walk
With you by my side
Whether we go for walk or ride
May our love please not hide
Let us not kill possible joy
Due to pride
Come my love take my hand
Without you I cannot stand
Though we go through a night scape land
May we rise from mundane to grand
Our hearts soar above the Strand
Oh my dear
I do not want you to fear
For you I’ll always be here
I’ll be with you far or near
So wipe way the tear
Big Ben tolls the present hour
Let us not fear love’s power
Not me or you but we and our
Our love a constant tower
An existence no longer dour
-A poem written by Christopher
An Alexander Colbourne
In Search of His Charlotte Heywood
Written Wednesday May 10th
2023.
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.
Haiku About Harry Belafonte RIP
King of Calypso
Island 🏝️ in the sun ☀️ then leaves
World and Kingston town
Time to remember
The kind of September
Farewell to December
Snow White: A Poem
Among the roses 🌹 🥀 in the forest 🌳
Was Snow White
Gentle and beautiful
The Royal Hunter
Could not bring himself to slay Snow White
So slew a deer 🦌 instead
And brought its heart back to the Evil Queen
The mirror cracked
The Evil Queen was dead
And Snow White could live her life
Without dread.
-A poem written by Christopher
Monday April 17th
2023.
Beauty Will Save The World Says Dostoevsky
Year of The Water Rabbit
Dracul Van Helsing 
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