September 28, 2021 at 10:45 pm (love, Poetry, Romance) (, , )

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To Bring Darkness To An End: When?

September 23, 2021 at 10:50 pm (Poetry) ()

At one time darkness ruled the world
Most of the world paid homage to a single man
Armed soldiers were everywhere
Freedom was just a word
Oppression was the order of the day
The corrupt priesthood were in bed
with the state
Following their orders and directives
They had no king but “Caesar”
And God and worship
Must bend to Caesar’s will

Where and when would this evil end?
When would oppression end?
When would a person be able to call something
Truly theirs
And not have it be taken away by the state?
When, oh when?

Amidst the tumult and clamour of armed soldiers
in the streets
The cries of the oppressed
It was difficult to hear
That still small voice of God.

And on the outer edge of that darkness
A voice greeted a young maiden

“Hail Mary full of grace,
The Lord is with thee,
Blessed art thou amongst women
and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb…

-A poem written by Christopher
Thursday September 23rd

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Walking Towards Autumn

September 16, 2021 at 10:36 pm (Nature, Poetry) ()

Walking towards autumn
Her dress the colour
of some of the leaves
on the ground

She had crossed leaves
Of gold and red and brown
to get to where she is

Facing the leaves still on the trees
She raised her hands as if to touch them

An act of supplication to the approaching autumn

-A poem written by Christopher
Thursday September 16th

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A Tolkienian Haiku For September 11th

September 11, 2021 at 10:44 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, Literature, News, Obituaries, Poetry) (, , , , , , , , , )

The Twin Towers fall
Mordor’s shadows up and rise
Mortals doomed to die

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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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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

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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

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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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