Reflections On The Summer Solstice 2022 – What I’d Really Like To See This Summer

June 21, 2022 at 10:04 pm (Poetry, Romance) ()

I’d like to be like the hero
In a Jane Austen novel
Meeting my very own
Jane Austen heroine

A summer of romance, witticisms and love

-A poem and summer wish
Written by Christopher
Tuesday June 21st

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Winter Night Reflections On The Eve Before Summer Solstice

June 20, 2022 at 9:27 pm (Poetry) ()

It was a winter’s night
But not a cold winter’s night
There was snow on the ground
And a frosty feel in the air
But no deep chill
That would chill one to the bone

She put a red shawl on herself
To keep warm
She wore a blue blouse
That was an intense blue
The colour of a deep blue July summer sky
She wore a skirt
That was the colour of the combination
Of those white billowy clouds
And intense dark thunder clouds
Rolling together
And mixing with one another
On a mid-August thunderstorm evening

She sat under a pair of trees
That still had some of the golden leaves of autumn
Clinging to them
And on an adjacent tree
3 beautiful little birds
Singing a joyous song
As if the advent of spring
Was in the air

It seemed as if 4 seasons
Were already present
On this magical
Wonder filled winter evening

The melodies of Antonio Vivaldi’s
The Four Seasons
Drifted through her mind
And a night that had started
With a sense of melancholy
Gave way to a warm
Radiant smile.

-A poem written by Christopher
Monday June 20th 2022.

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June 19, 2022 at 10:24 pm (Poetry) ()

She’ll appear
Out of nowhere

In times of stress
In times of anxiety
In a time
When it seems
Life has kicked
You down

She’ll appear
Her name is…

Sometime she’ll appear

One hopes.

-A poem written by Christopher
Sunday June 19th 2022.

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Haiku On The 12th Anniversary of My Dad’s Death From Cancer

June 16, 2022 at 9:22 pm (Poetry) ()

My dad wrote Western short stories for the old Western pulp magazines to help pay his way through University.

Some 12 years ago
My dad left this earthly realm
I’m missing you still

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The Last Minutes of Don Chillinger

June 6, 2022 at 9:17 pm (Humour, Poetry) (, )

Mobster Don Chillinger with an admiring quartet of beautiful women

Mobster Don Chillinger; he had it all
Prohibition king of booze run from a Cleveland stall
Prohibition ended
His Rolls-Royce rearended
He left Ohio
Jilted Hawaii Five-O

Wound up in California
Where film stars are born – yeah
Started selling arms to the Japanese
So he could buy himself a huge deep freeze
As it was the ’30s, Pearl Harbor hadn’t happened yet
And Japan wished to wrap China in its Fascist net
But still FDR in the White House was concerned
And told J. Edgar Hoover who had just been de-wormed

So the trap was set
Hoover said, “You ain’t seen nothng yet”
Don Chillinger thought he had a plane to let
And desired to see a tequila sunset

Don Chillinger set out to the airport
Surrounded by fair maidens like a royal court

He walked towards the plane
Headed to New Spain
Now known as Mexico
The place he desired to go

The pilot in the plane called The Golden Eagle
Was dressed like a World War pilot goggle wearing beagle
He blew Chillinger away with the machine gun on the propeller
And Chillinger fell to the ground, his last words were “Tell her”
Tell her? Who? Which one of the fair ladies four?
We don’t know for Chillinger has gone through death’s door.

Hoover sitting in the back of his limousine
Definitely wasn’ looking clean
The sandwich he ate made him look a mess
And he wished he was wearing that one woman’s evening dress

J. Edgar Hoover wished he was wearing the evening dress of the woman in the far right of this photo

-A poem written by Christopher
Monday June 6th 2022

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One Last Cigarette

June 4, 2022 at 9:02 pm (Humour, Poetry) ()

And her last request
Was a final cigarette
Light was provided

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The Dive

June 3, 2022 at 8:44 pm (Poetry) ()

Watching from telescope from distant hill
See the woman dive
Was it for the thrill?

Did she dive into the sea
To be caught in watery esctasy?

Or did she wish to end it all?
Life was not worth living
So she sought death’s dark pall?

Did she end up on the rocks?
Her lifeless form
No longer to hear the ticking of the clocks?

One hopes it was a dive to embrace the waves of the sea
And that she was not a victim
Of some dark and heartless tragedy.

-A poem written by Christopher
Friday June 3rd 2022.

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Carson Cody Albion and The Beauty In The Hotel Room

May 1, 2022 at 9:50 pm (Detective story, Literature, Poetry) (, , , )

The Beauty In Carson Cody Albion’s Hotel Room

Carson Cody Albion Private Eye went to London town
And discovered London bridge wasn’t falling down
So he went back to his hotel and what he saw caused no frown
For on his bed was a beautiful woman in a very sexy gown

-A poem written by Christopher
Sunday Night May 1st 2022

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A Time Such As This Where Long Gone Are The Days of Wine and Roses

April 27, 2022 at 8:18 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, Poetry) (, , )

A rose petal blew across the field
The sole survivor of a rose
crushed by a tank
Missiles lit up the blue sky
Over the scorched earth
Where last year fields of yellow wheat
Had waved at the blue sky in the noonday sun

When the guns are still
You can hear the cries of crows
As they fly around amidst such murder

War has come to Ukraine
And now blood drenches the Earth
Seeping into its pores

But it shall not end there
Vladimir Putin has several big war toys to play with
And today in a speech in Saint Petersburg
He says he’ll use them if threatened

It’s ironic that Lenin’s ideological heirs
Now occupy the EU Headquarters in Brussels
And the U.S. Administration in Washington DC
And now battle a former KGB agent
Turned self-proclaimed successor of
Peter the Great

A topsy turvy world
Where the Vicar of Christ in Rome
Denies Christ
And seeks to hide His Cross
A vaccine is given out
Where the vaccinated
Must be protected
From the unvaccinated
Topsy turvy world

And when the missiles fly
With those giant sons and daughters
Of Little Boy, Fat Man and Enola Gay
Topsy turvy will all be but complete
And billionaire Transhumanists
Will scramble to suddenly upload their consciousness
So they’ll become immortal
But death shall reign down
On gods and men alike.

-written Wednesday April 27th 2022.

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Klondike Helen

April 21, 2022 at 10:11 pm (Detective story, Ghost Story, History, Literature, Poetry, Science-Fiction, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , )

Klondike Helen the belle of Dawson City during the days of the Klondike Gold Rush

She had been born Helen McGarrett (no relation to Steve McGarrett of Hawaii Five-0 fame) in Montreal, Canada in 1875.o

When news of the Klondike Gold Rush in Canada’s northern territory of Yukon spread far and wide throughout North America, Helen headed up to Dawson City (a town built at the confluence of the Klondike and Yukon Rivers) the site of the Gold Rush to seek fame and fortune.

The year was 1899 and a stranger from London England arrived to see Klondike Helen.

And there she was standing in front of the piano in Klondike Jack’s Saloon.

“You’re Miss Helen McGarrett?” The stranger asked.

“I am,” Helen nodded, “Who are you?”.

“I’m Sherlock Holmes,” the pipe smoking man in the deerstalker cap answered.

“The famous London detective?” Helen was astonished, “How did you get here? What are you doing here?”.

“What I am doing here is I’ve been hired by the McGrew family of Liverpool to investigate the death of a family member who died here in Dawson City. A fellow by the name of Dan McGrew. His nickname was Dangerous Dan McGrew. When the family received word of his death, they said he was shot in an argument with some gold miner over a woman known as Lou. I’m here to investigate the truth of his death. As for how I got here… well I happen to know a fellow named Ferdinand Graf von Zeppelin a retired German army officer. He’s just invented an airship and didn’t want any Germans to die in the testing of it. So along with an English balloonist and myself, we travelled in this airship across the Atlantic and across the Arctic and then across Canada’s northern terrain until we arrived here. We’ve arrived safely. How we’ll make out in the return journey home is yet to be seen.”

“And you think I know something about the death of Dan McGrew?” Helen inquired.

“I was told you’re a friend of the woman known as Lou,” Holmes explained, “By the way, where is Lou? No one seems to know where she is.”

“She’s dead,” Helen answered, “Staked through the heart.”

“Staked through the heart?” Holmes was surprised.

“She was a vampiress,” said Helen, “And Lou turned Dan McGrew into a vampire as he lay dying from the gunshot wounds inflicted by the jealous miner husband’s gun. So McGrew died twice. First being shot by the jealous miner. And then being staked through the heart after he became a vampire.”

“Good God,” said Holmes.

“Good void,” said a miner who was trying to write a science-fiction poem about the Klondike.

“Who staked them through the heart?” Holmes re-lit his pipe.

“The same man,” Helen replied, “Barnabas Van Helsing. The younger brother of the famous Dr. Abraham Van Helsing.”

“Well,” Holmes blew smoke rings, “I suppose I better tell the McGrew family the original story about the shooting involving the jealous gold miner and the wife of the jealous gold miner- the woman known as Lou. Talk of vampires and vampiresses might send me to the looney bin.”

Holmes left the saloon and walked out into the night to his waiting Zeppelin airship for the cold journey home.

Another man approached Klondike Helen.

“You’re Klondike Helen I presume?” The man asked.

“Who wants to know?” Helen looked into his eyes.

“The name’s Van Helsing,” the man tipped his fedora hat, “Dracul Van Helsing. I was looking at my great-great-uncle Barnabas Van Helsing’s photo collection the other day and your picture in black and white was there. So I travelled back in time using this Houdini-Pantages-Tesla-Welles-Lamarr magic lantern so that I can take a colour photo of you.”

“Pantages did you say?” Klondike Helen blinked, “There’s a waiter in town here called Alexander Pantages.”

“He was one of those who helped develop this time travelling magic lantern,” Van Helsing explained, “along with the magician Harry Houdini and the great Serb-American inventor Nikola Tesla. Years later a brilliant young director and actor named Orson Welles also worked on it. The finishing touches were finally completed by a brilliant actress and inventor named Hedy Lamarr who finally made it fully operational.”

Dracul Van Helsing then took a colour photo of Klondike Helen.

“Anything else?” Klondike Helen asked.

“I’d like to make out with you,” said Van Helsing.

They went up to Klondike Helen’s room and got down on the bed.

As they made out, they were unbeknownst to the fact that the ghost of Orson Welles was also in the room sitting in a chair and eating some take-out food that he had brought with him from Lydo Chinese Food and Delivery in London in the year 2022.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday April 21st

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