The Phoenix In The Desert Rising From Its Ashes

May 2, 2021 at 10:34 pm (Folklore, Mystery, Mythology, Poetry, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , )

The Phoenix it is said lives 500 years
Knowing when its time to die
The bird returns to its place of birth
A nesting grounds in Arabia
Before its demise
It builds a nest of frankincense and myrrh
When the time is come
It enters and dies
Bursting into flames.
From its ashes
A new phoenix arises.

The Phoenix burst into flames
From its ashes arose
Andrea Angelicus.

-A poem and vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday May 2nd 2021.

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Phoenix On The Temple Mount On The 9th of Av

July 25, 2015 at 8:55 pm (Commentary, Culture, Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, Mythology, News, Poetry, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , )

Phoenix On The Temple Mount On The 9th of Av

A Phoenix unseen to the human eye
seen only by those with spiritual vision
this Phoenix lived a happy life on Mount Fuji, Japan
but now was its time to die
It would return to its rocky home in the sands of Arabia
Build itself a pyre nest of aromatic branches
and then cover it with the spice of myrrh
Then throw on some frankincense
and set it on fire
And then consume itself in the flames.
So like the salmon returning to the streams of its birth in British Columbia in order to spawn, so the Phoenix would return to the sands of its birth in Arabia in order to die.
The Phoenix sang a happy song as it flew west
away from its adopted land of the rising sun
to a land far closer to the setting sun
as it neared the sunset of its own life
A song as sung by one expectant to reach Paradise
It was flying home to its terrestrial home
to serve as the gate of entry to its celestial home
As it neared the Arabian Peninsula, it wept tears of joy
but those watery eyes would soon be overcome by rings of smoke
caused by the fires of war burning below
and those tears of joy turned to tears of mourning as it noticed its rocky home had been destroyed by missiles
caused by the bloodbath whose whirlpools flowed between Yemeni Houthi rebel and Saudi soldier
It flew further west still
searching for a new place to die
The Bird of Paradise
overcome by the visions of Tartarus playing out on the surface of the earth below
It flew until it could fly no more
Its heart tried to keep beating until it could beat no more
its song of joy a distant tune whose melody was rapidly being forgotten
The bird dropped down
and down
and down
And fell on top of the Temple Mount in Jerusalem
on this 9th of Av in the Hebrew lunar year 5775
The Gregorian solar calendar date of July 25th 2015.
For one brief shining moment
this beautiful rainbow coloured feather giant bird
stood proudly up on its feet
spread its wings
and sang out its cry
a cry of despair across the universal sky
Tears of blood fell from its eyes
and poured down its body
and then it fell to the ground
and died.
No human eye could see the fierce fire that burned on the Temple Mount.

-A narrative free verse poem
written by Christopher
Saturday July 25th
2015.

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The Phoenix Bird and The Beautiful Garden

June 11, 2011 at 5:44 pm (Poetry) (, )

At the dawn of humanity
a lovely garden
and the Phoenix bird flew
from tree to tree.
No animal lovelier than the phoenix bird
with its multicoloured feathers.
Man and woman
in the garden.
They were entranced with the phoenix
and its lovely multicoloured plumage.
One day the woman by the babbling brook
noticed the fair beautiful bird
sitting in a tree.
She approached.
The bird chirped.
The woman seemed hesitant.
The bird chirped again.
The woman reached out to the bird
and the bird flew away.
She grabbed a fruit from the branch the bird sat on.
She ate some of the fruit.
And gave some to the man to eat.

A huge storm descended upon the garden.
The man turned ashen white.
The woman wept.
And the Phoenix lost its beautiful
multicoloured feathers
and its beautiful multicoloured plumage
and all its wings
and all its talons
and its beak
and its lovely song
and its harmonious chirp.

And the bare naked bird
stripped of its colour
and its feathers
and its plumage
and its talons
and its beak
and its lovely song
and its harmonious chirp
could fly and soar no longer.

Instead it slithered in the grass
while crawling on its belly
and waved its tongue at passers-by.
And the descendants of the once great and beautiful bird
some grew fangs
that dripped with poisonous venom
that lashed out at any that came near
the creature could not but remember its former glory
and brooding in the dark holes of the earth
its heart became poisoned
and went through its entire body
so the fangs became poisoned.

And the poison grew over the entire earth.

As for the garden,
the man and woman were sent away from the garden
never to return
so that the poison would not destroy
the beautiful garden.

-A poem written by Christopher Van Helsing
Saturday evening June 11th 2011.

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