Lili Marleen At The Piano
Lili Marleen at the piano
It was approaching Christmas 1947
Thanksgiving was over
And the turkeys had been eaten
In those days turkeys didn’t sit
In the Oval Office
Like they do today.
LA Private Eye Carson Cody Albion
had headed north to San Francisco
It was a slight drizzle
As Albion wandered the streets
He saw a cocktail lounge
On the other side of where he stood
The Blue Pacific
It looked inviting
He crossed the street
And looked at the sign
Outside the cafe
It said
Lili Marleen singing here tonight.
Lili Marleen,
Albion lit a cigarette
And then blew smoke rings
And thought
Lili Marleen had been one of his favourite songs
Listening to on the radio
As America fought Hitler and Tojo
During the War Years of WWII.
It had originally been a First World War song
But brought back in this war
As Woodrow Wilson was shown to be wrong
For stating that the War of 1914-1918
Was the War To End All Wars
It was Vera Lynn
The woman called Yorkshire’s Rose
Who used to sing it
“Underneath the lantern
by the barrack gate
Darling I remember
The way you used to wait
‘Twas there that you whispered tenderly
That you loved me
You’d always be
My Lili of the lamplight
My own Lili Marlene…”
Carson Cody Albion walked into the bar
And there noticed a woman who was sitting atop the piano
Who presumably was Lili Marleen
“Hello, Mr. Albion,”
Lili Marleen smiled at him,
“I’m glad of all the cocktail lounges
in all the world
you chose to walk into this one”.
Albion smiled
He liked her welcoming demeanor
And her Humphrey Bogart Casablanca like reference
But most of all her welcoming demeanor
They danced together
Underneath the crystal globe on the ceiling
As the orchestra played
On this night in The Blue Pacific Lounge
She was his own Lili Marleen.
-A Carson Cody Albion poem
written by Christopher
Tuesday November 30th
2021.
Nocturnal Silhouette
Princess Anna Louise and her black winged horse Nocturnal Silhouette
Princess Anna Louise and her black winged horse Nocturnal Silhouette
Landed in the green meadows between forests
Anna Louise scanned the landscape with her eyes
While Nocturnal Silhouette stood proud and erect on his hind legs
Seeing nothing amiss, Anna Louise patted the head
of her aerodynamic equine and whispered,
“Let us go, my beloved Silhouette,
all is well in the land.
Today we are at peace.”
-A poem written by Christopher
Wednesday July 7th 2021.
Daydreaming On A Lake
She lay on the beach
Not far from her parents’ cabin
And viewed the wide expanse of lake
She noticed a cabin on the other side
Not far from the lake pavilion
In her mind she imagined the cabin
Was owned by the King of the Goblins
And that at dusk the Goblin King
had surfboarded across the lake
And stolen her baby brother
Her parents she imagined
Were in the nearby village
Having dinner
So it was up to her the tall Warrior Princess
To rescue her brother
To aid her in her quest
She found a magic piece of driftwood
Whose end lit up and cast dancing sparks of light
That lit up the night sky
A glowing butterfly
Beaming with luminescence
Lay on her fingers
Likewise guiding the way
A magic swan was on her right
Guiding her in the direction
of the Goblin King’s cabin
Not far from the pavilion
Through the tall reeds of the lake she strode
With her spark emitting piece of driftwood
Her glowing butterfly and companion swan
Her dress sparkled silvery
In the enchanted dusk of blue and purplish red colours
She entered the Goblin King’s cabin
“Bright light!” Bright light!”
When he saw the spark emitting
Piece of driftwood.
The glowing butterfly landed on his nose
Goblin King shrieked, “More bright light!”
And went and hid under his bed
In the dark
She put her baby brother
On the back of the swan
Who carried him back to her parents’ cabin
As she strode alongside
She opened her eyes
This would be a magical night she thought
A night where she’d be the Warrior Princess
Who would fight and triumph over the Goblin King
-A narrative poem written by Christopher
Thursday June 3rd 2021.
Jack O’ Hare: A Day Well Spent
He was the famous bunny called Jack O’ Hare
He saw the day was clear, sunny and quite fair
So he hopped here, he hopped there
He hopped around everywhere.
He hopped to the cabbage patch
Left there without a scratch
Even though the guard dog leapt into action
Jack fled in time by just a fraction.
He went to the carrot garden
And shrugged, “I beg your pardon?”
When he was chased away by Mrs. Jones
Who stopped to take Selfies on her cell phones.
He then went to the valley of green peas
And avoided some giant on his knees
He ate to his heart’s content
And thought this day heaven sent.
-A Jack O’ Hare poem
written by Christopher
Sunday May 30th
2021.
Alfred and The Queen of Senacia
“It’s a beautiful ring, Madame,”
Alfred the butler and valet
said to his mistress
The Queen of Senacia,
“But it’s not on your ring finger.”
“No, the Duke decided to give it as a gift,”
Said the Queen of Senacia.
“He decided not to marry me.”
Alfred looked up and gazed
Into the Queen’s eyes,
“I’m so sorry, Madame.”
The Queen returned his gaze
And said, “I’m not.”
Alfred bowed and said,
“What reason did he give for deciding
Not to marry you?”.
“He realized,” the Queen replied,
“Correctly I might add
That I did not love him
But instead loved another.
He wanted a wife
Who loved him
From the beginning.”
“I see,” Alfred gazed into the Queen’s eyes again,
“Well, I can see his viewpoint.
And if I may be so bold to ask,
Your Majesty,
Who is this other you love?”.
The Queen cast her eyes downward,
“That I cannot say, Alfred,
That I cannot say.
The laws of the land would forbid me
From marrying a man of such low position
As my father and mother would tell me
If they were still alive.”
“I’m so sorry, your Majesty,”
Alfred kissed her hand and bowed
And took his leave.
“As am I, Alfred,”
The Queen looked at her valet
As he walked on the path towards
The servants’ house,
“As am I,”
She sighed wistfully.
-A narrative poem
written by Christopher
Wednesday May 19th
2021.
Michelangelo’s Dream of Bogey and Bacall
Michelangelo the Psychic Lobster had a dream where he was playing Humphrey Bogart’s character of Philip Marlowe and having an encounter with Lauren Bacall.
After waking up, he decided to write a narrative poem about his dream.
He went over to his waterproof laptop to start writing but then decided to use his recently bought old vintage Underwood typewriter that had been custom refurbished to work underwater.
Grabbing some waterproof sheets of paper, he inserted them into his waterproof old vintage Underwood typewriter and started typing the poem.
Bogey and Bacall: Philip Marlowe’s Right On The Ball
A narrative poem
By Michelangelo the Psychic Lobster
Narrated in the First Person
By Philip Marlowe
(As played by Humphrey Bogart)
So I had come home after a hard day on the case
Rather difficult to try to sleep on a case of bourbon
I did do some work on that other case
Trying to find Max Spellbein’s younger daughter
Where do younger daughters hang out these days anyways?
I went down to Frankie’s Jazz Cafe
The Pink Flamingo Lounge
And even The Silverstar Nightclub
Nothing.
No sign of her.
I even went down to the bus depot and the shipyard
Her ship must have sailed when my bus came in
Does that make any sense?
Probably not.
Difficult to make sense
When one’s mind is adrift
In a sea of bourbon.
I lit a cigarette
Put it in my mouth
And made a silent prayer
That this combination of alcohol and flame
Didn’t send me up like a rocket on New Year’s Eve.
I thought I heard piano music coming from my piano
Which was strange
I rarely play the piano these days
Not since I got my fingers caught in that mousetrap
Under the altar of Saint Ignatius’ Church
When I said to the good priest,
“Pray it again, Sam.”
After sitting in my chair
Looking up at the ceiling
And watching the paint dry
It suddenly hit me
That I hadn’t painted this place in ages
So there was no drying paint to watch
That was definitely music I was hearing
So either someone was playing the piano
Or the angels were calling me
So I walked into the piano room
And there at the piano
Sat Max Spellbein’s elder daughter
Lauren Bacall: Playing the piano and singing, “When smoke gets in your eyes…”
I stood there
Inhaled the air from the open window
And realized I wouldn’t be spending the night alone.
-A narrative poem
and vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday March 27th
2021.
Wilkie The Cat Western
Announcer: The ghost of Orson Welles is now here to give you the introduction to the Wilkie the Cat western.
Welles (appears holding a spectral glass of red wine): Thank you Mr. Announcer. Wilkie the cat is a well known feline thespian and stage director best known for holding the record for the most number of plays
that closed after a perfomance of only one night on Broadway.
Now with the advent of the Chinese Communist Party Wuhan virus which the Ethiopian Communist head of the World Health Organization the non-medical Doctor Dr. Tedros Adhanom Ghebreyesus insists be called the Covid-19 virus, the lights are shut down all over Broadway and not just on Wilkie’s lights out plays.
Thus Wilkie with the love of his life Mitzie (a femme fatale Parisienne cat from Paris) has decided to go into filmmaking. And Wilkie is now making a Western where social distancing will be practiced.
The western now begins in the form of a poem:
Wilkie the Cat was out on the desert trail riding his horse
In a land where there was no Radio Shack or store called The Source
He came to a sign
posted on a cactus’ behind
that said Town Straight Ahead
He rode by a cowboy who looked to be dead
for his skull and his bones were all bleached white
and the fat vulture’s jeans seem to be fitting quite tight
Into the town Wilkie the Cat rode
And parked his horse alongside a fine looking toad
He decided to enter the saloon for a cold one
And entered looking like a son of a gun
The cat Dangerous Dan McGraw was up at the bar
Counting all his pennies from an old glass jar
Meanwhile on the saloon stage was Mitzie the star
singing about her home town of Paris a city quite far
Wilkie the Cat ordered a large glass of milk
And gazed at Mitzie’s legs in nylons of silk
Hey, Dangerous Dan shouted with a threatening glare
Stop looking at my girlfriend’s underwear
Mitzie turned and looked at the handsome catwhiskers stranger
And thought Wilkie must be one heck of a lost Texas ranger
She gave him a wink
which added to the stink
in Dangerous Dan’s countenance most foul
which seemed to be accentuated by the hooting of an owl
Step up in the street for a showdown
Dangerous Dan shouted with a huge downward frown
Wilkie said, I’ll be back after dealing with this clown
Into the street they went
With their holsters quite bent
And they stood face to face
After having walked many a pace
“Draw!” Cried the town crier
As he blew himself with a hair dryer
Pencil and sketch paper came out of opposing holsters
And each hand moved quickly like fast acting roller coasters
Dangerous Dan drew a stick man with a trash can
While Mitzie was on saloon steps fanning herself with a fan
Wilkie drew the Mona Lisa kicking Edvard Munch’s figure making him scream
While Dangerous Dan’s stick man came apart at the seam
My hero! Mitzie the Parisienne gave Wilkie the Cat a kiss
As Dangerous Dan retreated to an outhouse in search of bliss
Wlkie’s sketch was hung in the Wild West Saloon
The subject of an unrecorded Kenny Rogers tune
Wilkie The Cat and Mitzie rode off into the sunset
While the overweight vulture looked for new clothes to let.
-A Wilkie The Cat
narrative poem
written by Christopher
Friday September 11th
2020.
Morrigan In Cornwall
Morrigan In Cornwall
Along the cliffs she walked
While a raven flew by
Morrigan the Irish Celtic goddess of war
Beneath where she walked was the surging tide
watery grave of many a sailor that died
Behind her was wood of ancient fallen tree
Cast over these cliffs in storm that shattered tranquility
These were the shores of Cornwall wild
where wild desolate moors and cliffs of smugglers’ coves beguiled
Not far from here was the Arthurian legend born
A brief ray of hope in a land forlorn
Far far north of here were the mists of Avalon
Where the Arthurian sun set after Arthur was gone
Now this land along with the world was pandemic bound
So here far from eerie silence of death was bird cry and raging surf sound
Like many immortals from ancient pantheons Morrigan returned to walk the earth
when guns of August 1914 heralded a bloody rebirth
A century of war
and blood galore
Fascism, Nazism and Communism
A three headed cobra with deadly fangs it bore
Never far from human hearts the poison surged to the planet’s very core
And now Mother Earth itself was filled with hate
A virus arose of deadly destiny and most fatal of fate
Floods and cyclones now arose in the midst of May
Were earthquakes now on the way neath skies so gray?
And war itself may not be far behind
That fiery red horse so insidiously unkind
Ares was still stomping his feet
waiting for Morrigan to pick up the beat
-A poem and vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday May 21st
2020.
The Inspector and The Baker’s Daughter
The Inspector and The Baker’s Daughter
“Are you looking for something, Inspector?” The girl asked him.
A day began like any other for the Inspector
Yet no ordinary day
These are no ordinary times
Covid-19 pandemic in world.
2 days ago police in Beijing
arrested a professor
Chen Zhaozhi
Former professor at the Beijing University of Science and Technology
for calling Covid-19
The Chinese Communist Party Virus
But Beijing’s arrest did not concern the French police detective
What concerned the Paris police detective was a matter that concerned
The Paris Grand Orient Lodge
For British MP Renfield R. Renfield
had sent a confidential report today
to a French and European politician
The Kraken who called himself Napoleon VI
The leader of the French Aquarian Age Bonapartist Party
French President Macron had ordered surveillance of the Kraken’s
emails and text messages
And today Renfield had sent the Kraken
a confidential report
which was said to be from Five Eyes
The joint intelligence service of the U.S., Canada, Australia, New Zealand and the United Kingdom
The report claimed that the Covid-19 virus
Was indeed a virus that had accidentally escaped from the Wuhan Institute of Virology
At an emergency meeting of the Grand Orient Lodge
Isis, Osiris and Horus
demanded to know
whether the Renfield report
was an actual copy of a Five Eyes
Intelligence Report
or whether the whole report was a
piece of Renfieldian disinformation
designed to prevent Emmanuel Macron
from ordering take out deliveries of Chinese food in Paris
A person that the Paris Police Inspector
thought might know
was Marmalade Montague
a baker and a man
from whom the Kraken bought
his croissant rolls and Chinese hot steamed buns
The Paris inspector himself used to buy his cinnamon buns from Marmalade Montague
Montague had recently been thrown out of his bakery
for lack of payment of rent
due to decline in business
during the Paris Covid-19 lockdown
However the inspector decided to visit Montague’s apartment
Perhaps the baker still lived there
As the building’s landlord had died
from the Covid-19 virus and his estate was still up in the air
The Inspector entered the apartment
As he passed by the kitchen, he noticed hot cinnamon buns lying on the counter
So the inspector stopped and ate one
He ended up eating all 6 dozen.
The Inspector received a text message on his smart phone
saying that Marmalade Montague kept poison in his bathroom medicine cabinet.
He went to check out the medicine cabinet
The bathroom door was still open
And that’s when the Inspector noticed Marmalade Montague’s lovely daughter Irene
sitting in a chair
in a corner of the living room
“Are you looking for something, Inspector?” The girl asked him.
“I was told your father kept poison in his medicine cabinet,” the inspector replied.
“He did but it’s no longer there,” Irene told him.
“Where is it?” The inspector asked.
“I added it to my dad’s recipe for his famous cinnamon buns that I left on the kitchen counter,” Irene answered.
The Inspector never did show up to that evening’s non-social distancing meeting of the Grand Orient Lodge.
A copy of Edgar Allan Poe’s short story Murders In The Rue Morgue was sent to the meeting
with a notation on the page
before the title page
that this was where the Inspector was to be found.
-A narrative poem
and vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday May 6th
2020.
Dracul Van Helsing 
The Duck Called Samuel Puddlington At The Wax Museum
September 6, 2020 at 10:18 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, News, Poetry) (narrative poem, poem, Samuel Puddlington, The Duck Called Samuel Puddlington, The Wax Museum, Vincent Price)
There was a Saint Bernard drinking a barrel flask of doubling gin
This side of the town of Duddlington
When he was approached by the duck called Samuel Puddlington
“Good sir,” said the duck as he raised his hat
Which scared off an approaching ravenous cat
“I’m looking for the wax museum in town,
Am I on the right path? Or am I out of bound?”
Said the big furry giant, “Go two blocks yonder and make a left
Like the present Communist Pope of faith bereft,
There you will find the town’s wax museum
With washrooms closed so outside you’ll be peein’. ”
So Samuel Puddlington followed the big dog’s directions
And passed by the store Big Al’s Furniture Selections
There across the street was the wax museum
And following the dog’s advice, outside did his peein’.
He paid his entrance fee and entered the space
which was filled with men and women of varied time and place
There was Marie Antoinette who lost her head
and Robespierre whose Reign of Terror was dread
Until at Guillotine himself, he made his own bed
There was Cleopatra the Queen of The Nile
And Jekyll trying to hide Hyde in his nail file
And meeting his end on the banks of the Thames was Jack the Ripper
Who was swallowed by a heroic giant fish named Flipper
“That definitely explains why they never found Jack!”
Said Sam as he pulled a feather out of his back
Down the hall were comic book characters Richie Rich and Sad Sack
Plus Wolfman Larry Talbot leading the wolves in the pack
In contemporary times
As he jotted down rhymes
were Donald Trump with his silly looking toupee
And Joe Biden whose mind was lost on the way
While in the background, Stalin’s and Mao’s ghosts were at play.
At the end of the hall Lincoln sat in his Ford Theatre seat looking sad
For the play title author’s American cousin had gone mad
Neo-Nazi and Confederate vampire battled Bolshevik and Maoist
And meditating on the sidelines was Buddhist and Taoist
Lincoln’s last words heard by Mary Todd were
“We will visit the Holy Land and see those places
hallowed by the footsteps of the Savior”
like an empty tomb that once marked where a grave were
“There is no city on Earth I so much desire to see as Jerusalem”
Site of where Isaac was saved by the blood of the ram
And the world’s humanity was saved by the blood of the Lamb.
-A poem written by Christopher
Sunday September 6th
2020.
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