First Tango At Oxford

July 11, 2021 at 10:06 pm (Poetry) ()

The professor stood on the rooftop
Of an old apartment building
In the distance he could see the spires
of Oxford University
Standing as beacons of knowledge
Against the Oxonian sky

The beautiful young woman in the red dress approached him
They joined hands
And they danced
They danced the tango.

The music softly built to the crescendo
A dip here
And a dip there
The swaying of hips
The spin of feet
And together
The magic of the tango
Romance with a beat
Passion conveyed to feet

“Professor…” a voice called
It was young Ridley who called out
As he stepped on to the roof of the building
To summon the absent-minded professor
To the fact he had to give an afternoon lecture
Down at the college

And the beautiful young woman in the red dress had vanished
And the professor discovered that he was dancing with himself
And with a lot less finesse than Billy Idol

The professor sighed
He picked up his briefcase
Containing his lecture notes
And followed Ridley
Back to the college.

For one brief moment the professor had seemed to travel back in time
To when he danced the tango with beautiful Annabella
Back to a time
When he had been… happy.

-A poem written by Christopher
Sunday July 11th 2021.

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A Visit From Jack O’ Hare

June 17, 2021 at 10:36 pm (Nature, Poetry) (, , )

Jack O’ Hare is out sitting on the front lawn
Eating grass of which he’s rather fond
His big ears stand alert and ready
Ready to flee if blue jay wants to go steady.

-A poem written by Christopher
Thursday June 17th 2021
Inspired by the sight
of a wild hare jack rabbit
eating grass on the front lawn
while a blue jay sat on a
nearby tree branch
talking to him.

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The Teacher’s Library

June 16, 2021 at 10:36 pm (Life, Personal essays, Poetry) ()

His library and study contained worlds to explore
The shelves were lined with books and volumes galore
Sources of knowledge where a fingertip opened the door

The walls were lined with murals
Of oceans, of Egypt, of Paris and the Urals
A small fountain and waterfall against the far wall
Model of ancient Roman village over which Caesar’s statue stood tall
These were a few of the items on display in the room
Including replica Viking helmet of a Norse raider’s doom

From here he would sit, ponder and read
Thoughts and ideas would often take seed
Cigar or pipe smoke filled the air
Like warm mist in this gentle scholar’s lair

Some nights he marked papers or prepared lesson plans
To his students he imparted Wisdom’s fair strands
Rivers and oceans of knowledge he longed to share
Life is a journey on which to set fare

His library and study were indicative of his teaching
What he shared with his students was lifelong and far reaching
The lives he impacted and ideas he inspired
Continued long after he had retired.

-A poem written by Christopher
Wednesday June 16th 2021
Inspired by memories of
a teacher’s library and study.

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Cleopatra

June 11, 2021 at 10:29 pm (History, Poetry) (, , , )

Queen Cleopatra

Alexander’s city
Alexandria of Egypt
haunted by a Queen

Where Nile meets the sea
Great Mediterranean blue
This queen walks like ghost

Nile river barges
Sail into golden sunset
Fall under her spell

Mysterious queen
Casts a giant shadow still
On these surging waves

-A series of haiku
written by Christopher
Friday June 11th
2021.

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Jack O’ Hare: A Day Well Spent

May 30, 2021 at 10:30 pm (Humour, Poetry) (, , , )

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.

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Dreams of A Ballerina

May 22, 2021 at 10:34 pm (Poetry) ()

After a hard day of rehearsing
The ballerina went home
Went to bed
Fell asleep
And dreamed a dream

She dreamed she was sitting on a lake
Surrounded by flamingos

And she wondered to herself,
“But I thought I was performing
in Swan Lake?”.

-A poem written by Christopher
Saturday May 22nd 2021

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Alfred and The Queen of Senacia

May 19, 2021 at 10:44 pm (Poetry) (, )

“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.

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Beach At Sunset

May 15, 2021 at 10:32 pm (Poetry) ()

Walk
Barefoot
Sand
Surging tide

Salt water
Fresh
Re-invigourating
Breeze

Seagulls cry
Sea
Rock
Sun sky

Day is done
Dusk lays down
Orange red carpet
For night’s arrival

She sits
And feels the sand
The breeze
The laps of water

Tranquil
At peace
Her inner strength rises
While the sun sets

-A poem written by Christopher
Saturday May 15th 2021

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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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Helios and Clymene

April 20, 2021 at 10:38 pm (Mythology, Poetry) (, , , )

Helios drove his sun chariot across the sky
And in one mystical magic moment
Clouds and ocean waves seemed to embrace
Ocean nymphs danced around Helios’ chariot
Cupid having shot an arrow into Helios
Now proceeded to shoot one into the ocean nymph Clymene
And Helios and Clymene would wed
A magical mystical moment
Depicted in marble on a conch shell
The artist unknown
Perhaps some Pygmalion like figure who lost his Galatea
And a mermaid gave him this gift in return
And as his gift to the world
This work of art.

-A poem written by Christopher
Tuesday April 20th 2021

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