Haiku About South Seas Romance
Haiku About South Seas Romance
South Seas paradise
Polynesian goddess
Heaven on a swing
Guns and The Music of The Night
Guns and The Music of The Night
Cosmos is truly a cosmic word
It means the whole created order
Cosmos therefore means much more than universe
Cosmos could mean there are multiverses
In C.S. Lewis’ Narnia books, he talked of a planet where a plethora of worlds grew as trees
Lewis was truly a visionary
In his book That Hideous Strength
He foresaw the rise of Transhumanist science that would occur 50 years later
And as breakthroughs in physics happen day by day
Which seem to indicate that there are multiverses
Lewis foresaw that too
And so in another time and another place
In a multiverse far away
Carmen Rouge stood at the window of an early 20th Century Paris
A Paris under siege by the Kaiser’s forces
And not stuck in the trenches of northern France during the First World War as happened in our universe
Outside the window was Carmen Rouge’s steampunk artillery gun
Ready to bring down German aeroplanes and airships
On her small table in front of the window
Was the candelabra her father carried
In the depths of the Paris Opera House
Attached to the stand of the candelabra was the mask he wore
Next to the candelabra was an old phonograph that played her father’s voice
Her father singing to her mother,
“Softly, deftly, music shall caress you,
hear it, fear it, secretly possess you…
In this darkness which you know you cannot fight
The darkness of the music of the night”.
For Carmen Rouge is the daughter of Christine Daae and Erik
The Phantom of the Opera
And so around this particular window
In a Paris apartment
In another Paris
In another universe
You have both guns
And the music of the night
-A poem written by Christopher
Monday August 12th
2019.
Boat Ride Reflections: A Poem
Boat Ride Reflections: A Poem
That time of day
When the sun has decided to make its bed
And the moon thinks about rising to take its shower
Clouds form in the sky
Pillars of white luminosity on top
Nightly dark undershades underneath
Ripples of the river reflect the great drama taking place in sky above
And dark trees on the shoreline serve as foreshadows of the approaching night
She stands on the deck of the riverboat
In luminous white dress
Heralding the luminosity of the approaching evening moon
Darkened foldings of the dress in shadow
away from the rays of the setting sun
Herald the darkened patches of twilight that will soon appear between moon and stars
And star and star
In her thoughts as she stands
This moment a moment of reflection
Between the day that was
And the night that is to come
All in all, it has been a good day
And the night beckons with moon and stars
And the sound of music from the boat’s small orchestra
Who knows what shall unfold this night?
She knows no more the answer than the clouds above know the direction in which the wind will blow them
But at this moment
This moment in time
Between the departure of day
And the arrival of night
This moment is what she has
As she currently lives in the present
And this moment is serene
She shall rejoice and be glad in it.
-A poem written by Christopher
Sunday July 14th
2019.
Miranda Singh At The Jerusalem Summit
Miranda Singh At The Jerusalem Summit
(A Poem Written In Semi-Chaucerian Fashion With Apologies To Geoffrey Chaucer)
Miss Singh walked down the street wearing the bracelets of Kali
She was heading towards a Jerusalem deli
Now visible again was she
After attending summit of nations 3
Israel, Russia and the U.S.A.
The B.S. was flying at end of day
John Bolton said all agreed Iran must leave Syria
A statement that to Russian ears was pure diarrhea
Nikolai Patrushev said it was wrong to brand Iran as destabilizing force in the region
Even though Trump and Netanyahu say Iranian sins are legion
In response to new U.S. sanctions enacted by Trump
unlike chocolates given by mom of Forrest Gump
Hassan Rouhani on Twitter did say
at the dawn of Iranian day,
The Trump White House is “mentally retarded”
Replied Trump, “On insulting people with tweets, don’t get me started”
And so therein lies a tale
of skull and bones but not at Yale
The kings of West and East
play games of war and peace
To every word that is uttered by rooftop or behind closed doors
It’s more stupidity than conscious design that leads to wars
An Alexander, Hitler, Napoleon or Caesar may plan conquest
But the likes of Kaiser Wilhelm are also not among the blessed
Because bullying and intransigence will put the world to the test.
-A poem and vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday June 25th
2019.
Albion’s Reflections On A Rainy Night
Albion’s Reflections On A Rainy Night
There was always something comforting about the sound of rain on the roof
Carson Cody Albion Private Eye couldn’t quite explain it
Maybe because it rarely rained in Southern California
The heat of the day
Would compete with the heat of the night
to see who would produce
the sweating heavyweight champion of the world
Rain allowed a cool down
The sky’s method of baptism
On the sinning and criminality that occurred below
Albion was getting tired of all the greed and the lust and the shenanigans
That he saw daily but more often nightly at his job
The rain kept everyone indoors
No exchange of larceny or bodies or souls was going on in the streets outside
Just the pitter patter of gentle droplets on the roof
Albion looked over at his dresser
And noticed his bottle of bourbon remained untouched and unopened
Something that was never the case on a hot and humid Los Angeles night
His head felt clear and free of headache
So this was what his room sounded like when the fan wasn’t running full blast
One could actually hear oneself thinking
And the rain drops on the roof were like a soothing melody
Albion reached for a stick of licorice
rather than his usual cigarette
Strange about the rain, Albion reflected,
It was like a return to innocence
Maybe that’s what God was hoping with the flood in Noah’s time
But once the sizzling heat returned
It was like eating the forbidden fruit in Eden
One had knowledge of both good and evil
And more often than not, evil.
The private eye decided to go out
And taste the gentle rain on his tongue
And feel the gentle rain on his skin
Albion for some reason
(He supposed it was the influence of Philip Marlowe movies on the silver screen)
always wore a raincoat when he went out
Like advertising a trademark for Private Eye
But on a night when he should be wearing that coat for the purpose for which it was created
He did not put it on
He went outside in a sleeveless shirt
And let the rain wash off any dirt
that was usually accumulated
and came with living in Los Angeles
-A poem written by Christopher
Wednesday June 19th
2019.
Father’s Day 2019: A Poem
Father’s Day 2019: A Poem
Sundown
The end of the day
Early morning
And a new life will call
You were a dad
And a great one at that
But now is your time
To see the Heavenly Father’s face
Beyond the stars
Is a beautiful place
Beyond what we can dream
And what you see is now Eternity
You were a teacher most of your life
And come June the students would close their books
And you and they would embark on holiday
It’s somehow fitting that in the month of June
you would embark on your Heavenly holiday
A never ending story
You showed no fear
The day you went away
You went to your Father’s hands
The birth of a new day
-A poem written by Christopher
Sunday June 16th 2019.
This year’s Father’s Day.
-dedicated to my father George
who passed away 9 years ago
today
on June 16th 2010.
An Evening In The Month of June: A Poem
An Evening In The Month of June: A Poem
One pleasant evening in the month of June
As I was sitting with my glass and spoon
A small bird sang on an ivy brunch
And the song he sang was a jug of punch
And then she appeared riding a wild deer
On which sat her exquisite self and lovely rear
With her lips she was playing a lovely flute
So I said, wait, and grabbed my Irish lute…
She had recently lost a single red shoe
Somewhere up in the mountain dew
And so one of her feet was bare
Still she had lovely exquisite hair
The stag she rode had antlers prickly
Causing riders in front to move very quickly
On the antlers hung dangling apples
I wondered whether they were serpent trapples
So consequently I did not bite any apple
But on her lap I had a pleasant napple
And that’s how I spent the first night of June
The sun shines all day with very little moon
-A poem written by Christopher
Saturday June 1st
2019.
Inspired by an old Tommy Makem and The Clancy Brothers song
And the above picture
Jack O’ Hare and The Lovely Valley: A Poem
On the edge of the forest
as birds sang their chorus
a lonely jack rabbit did hoppily roam
He leapt through the valley
It was quite up his alley
’till he came to the edge of the fast flowing stream
In the background, the skylarks were singing
And on the hill, church bells were ringing
It was a symphony between heaven and nature
And Jack perked up his ears of very great stature
And hoped the poem’s readers would rhyme nate and state
As stats were damned lies according to Benjamin Disraeli
And the old man on the hill playing his ukulele
As the sun rose over valley and mountain
And Jack stopped to drink from the fountain
A beaver was building a home out of logs
And the effort was applauded by ribbiting of the frogs
Jack O’ Hare hopped contentedly on
making of this valley a home front lawn
it was for Jack a heavenly spot
where he avoided many a fox trot.
-A Jack O’ Hare poem
written by Christopher
Monday May 27th 2019.
Haiku For 75th Anniversary of D-Day
June 6, 2019 at 8:30 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, News, Poetry) (75th Anniversary of D-Day, Allied Forces, D-Day, haiku, Holden Legion Hall War Memorial Mural, Invasion of Normandy, poem)
Normandy’s beaches
The ultimate sacrifice
But spirit lives on
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