Reflections On The Summer Solstice 2022 – What I’d Really Like To See This Summer
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
2022.
Winter Night Reflections On The Eve Before Summer Solstice
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.
Sometime
Sometime
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
Sometime
She’ll appear
Her name is…
Hope.
Sometime she’ll appear
One hopes.
-A poem written by Christopher
Sunday June 19th 2022.
The Last Minutes of Don Chillinger
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
The Dive
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.
Carson Cody Albion and The Beauty In The Hotel Room
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
A Time Such As This Where Long Gone Are The Days of Wine and Roses
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
To AI
So they’ll become immortal
But death shall reign down
On gods and men alike.
-written Wednesday April 27th 2022.
Mary
She was a lovely child so tender and mild
When she heard the angel’s greetings
Hail full of grace, fairest of thy race,
Will you give birth to the Most High?
How can this be? I know not a man you see
was her solemn reply.
The Holy Ghost shall overshadow thee
And this great miracle will come to be
Be it unto me, according to thy word I’ll be
The Mother of the Most High
Behold from henceforth from here to eternity
All generations will call Me blessed for my Maternity
Simeon said to her as he held the child of her
A sword shall pierce thy own soul also
And it came on a day of woe
On a Friday long ago
The sky went dark as Her Son’s life spark
Was given up He had drank the cup
To ransom the human race
Son of Her who had been full of grace
Went down to a lonely dark place
And the third day He rose again
And appeared to those who had forsaken Him
And said peace be unto you
His hands had wounds as did His feet
Peter’s faith had been sifted as wheat
But their mission had now begun
To baptise nations in the Name of the Father and Son
And of the Holy Ghost
Proclaimed He born of the Woman whose grace was first and foremost.
-A poem written by Christopher
Monday April 18th 2022.
Pioneers
There will be built a town here some day
In a time period not so far away
We will till the land and break the rocks
And at night listen to the sound of our cabin’s clocks
This soil shall bring forth many crops
For our labour there won’t be many stops
We shall build a land, we shall build a country
And hope that God keep our land glorious and free
And for our efforts, toil, tears and sweat on this spot
Let’s hope among our progeny, our efforts won’t be forgot.
-A poem written by Christopher
Friday April 15th 2022.
What The Artist Sees
“Most people see the world through their own views and prejudices. Mr. Lockhart sees the world with a rare clarity. Perhaps that’s what it means to be an artist.”
-Character of Arthur Parker to the character of Georgiana Lambe in the BBC TV series Sanditon based on the unfinished novel by Jane Austen
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