The Vampiress Siren: A Poem

May 29, 2017 at 4:15 pm (Folklore, Horror, Mythology, Poetry, The Supernatural) (, , , , )

I sailed the straits on my ship of old
carrying aboard the king’s own gold
it was there I saw her on the rock amidst the waves
she who had sent many sailors to their graves
Siren On Rock

Come and taste my lips of cherry she said
licking her lips that had recently bled
I jumped into the sea and swam to the rock
thinking we’d only sit and talk
instead she grabbed me and bit my neck
I turned and saw my ship was a wreck

Said I, there goes my ship
what a way to end a trip
she then sucked my blood and I was dead
because to this vampiress siren- I lost my head.

-A poem written by Christopher
Monday May 29th
2017.

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The Sailing Ship: A Poem

March 3, 2016 at 9:38 pm (Life, Nature, Poetry) (, , , , , , , , , )

The Sailing Ship: A Poem

Sail ahead to distant shores when yonder morning breaks
with wind at your back, listen to the cry that the screeching seagull makes
and sail on into waters of deep crystal blue
venture forth to destinations new
It is a time when the world is wide
so beckon to the surging tide

The mast is your guide
to horizons wide
white sails against skies of blue
they’re your towers- the world to view
and take the brunt of gray skies and stormy seas too

Poseidon’s realm stretches most of the globe
the sites to be seen- what tales to be told
Dolphins and Krakens, mermaids and sirens
aquatic femme fatales- they be a bitin’
Inviting you to Davy Jones’ locker- grave of missing Titan

This is the age of true adventure
where shark makes of mate’s leg a gaping denture
Whales spout
fish about
The salt sprays against your face
calm waters reflect an amazing grace

Today planes fly higher than eagles
Subs go lower than deep diving seagulls
Realms of pavement stretch from coast to coast
And space rockets soar high- making the air burnt toast

Speed here, speed there
instant speed everywhere
It should feel dizzy in this speeding vortex
but it moves so fast, we don’t even flex

Tall ships now exist only in books
or big toys built by would-be Captain Cooks
The seas are no longer the wild frontier
of siren call and mermaid tear
they are but memories of yesteryear

-A poem written by Christopher
Thursday March 3rd 2016.

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Pan Goatee On The Temple Mount

July 13, 2015 at 8:43 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, Horror, Mystery/horror, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

Pan Goatee On The Temple Mount

Pan Goatee stood on the Temple Mount in Jerusalem.

He took out his reed pipes and started playing the melody of the Hitler Youth Movement.

Standing next to him was the German siren Lorelei dressed in a short skirted German Valkyrie warrioress outfit designed for her by Cosplay fashion designer Yaya Han.

As Pan Goatee played on his reed pipes, the Valkyrie siren Lorelei sang,

… “But somewhere a glory awaits unseen
Tomorrow belongs to me…”

… “The morning will come when the world is mine
Tomorrow belongs to me…”

A severed charcoal burnt Black Hand kept time to the music by tapping the pavement on the ground with his fingers at the top of the Temple Mount.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday July 13th
2015.

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