Intersection of Hemlock and Broadway

September 24, 2014 at 6:40 pm (Commentary, Quotations and Sayings of Dracul Van Helsing) (, , , , )

I came across an interesting intersection while out walking today.

The intersection was at the corner of Hemlock Street and Broadway Avenue.

Of course as soon as I saw the name of this intersection- Hemlock and Broadway- I immediately came up with my own fictional radio news headline,

“A pedestrian Socrates Ziegfeld died at the intersection of Hemlock and Broadway today. He met his final folly and drank his last cup of life while attempting to cross the street…”

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Haiku About Temperatures Over Vancouver Today December 3rd 2013

December 3, 2013 at 7:08 pm (Humour, Poetry) (, , , , , , , , )

Haiku About Temperatures Over Vancouver Today December 3rd 2013

Arctic air prevails
brass monkey has painful look
he froze his nuts off

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Haiku About A Foggy Mist-Filled Evening In Vancouver

October 21, 2013 at 7:15 pm (Poetry) (, , , , , , , )

Fog grasps the city

embracing like tale shrouded

in dark mystery

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The Wreck of the Armstrong Custer

October 15, 2013 at 7:01 pm (Poetry) (, , , , , , , )

The Wreck of The Armstrong Custer




It was a ship whose name most ship captains often laughed to scorn

named by an oil executive whose ancestor died at Little Big Horn.

This ship often sailed into Vancouver’s port

a tanker they called the Floating Fort.




This tanker carried oil to China and Hong Kong

where it sold for billions not a pittance of a song.



While in port absorbing oil from a pipeline

the captain went for a walk in autumn sunshine.



Through trails and trees he walked

while squirrels frolicked and seagulls squawked

and there in the clearing he stumbled upon a totem pole

where thunderbird rose with the sky as his goal.



The captain looked at the ancient artifact

while removing a cigarette from its pack

he lit a light with his match

and from his fingers did dispatch

without bothering to put it out

soon fire covered the ground about.




The totem pole burned to the ground

and thunderbird perished without sound.

The captain walked on without a care

only ancient spirits did despair.





Days later out on the high seas of the Pacific Ocean

the tanker Custer was tossed to and fro with great commotion

and swooping down from the skies

with great ferocious cries

a huge black bird with vast wing span

picked the ship up like a girl with a fan

and soared into the heavens like a bat out of Hell

and from its beak dropped the ship into the ocean swell.




That was the end of the Armstrong Custer

a ship whose end came without much bluster.

When other ships came upon the wreck

there with his feet nailed to the deck

was the captain now skull and bones

having come face to face with Davy Jones

he had entered that gentleman’s locker without much stealth

in his hands clutched a pack that said

Cigarettes are hazardous to your health.





-A narrative poem

  written by Christopher

  Tuesday October 15th



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Canada Day On English Bay

July 2, 2013 at 12:40 am (Poetry) (, , , , )

An armada of Canada geese float by


giving their own Pride Parade a try


a streak of white feathery cloud


soars above the Maple Leaf so proud


as if it was put there by a winged unicorn


giving hope to those who feel forlorn.


And golden red embers seem to burn in the sky


as if sky elves created a campfire so high


and from the fire a billowy white phoenix seems to rise


to a former self having said its good-byes


it embraces a new dawn at sunset


embracing a new form without regret


and on the beach people of every race, faith and nationality


who see in one another a common humanity


in a place where dreams become reality


a land God made for you and me


a land God intended to be free.




-A poem written by Christopher

 Monday July 1st 2013

 at English Bay, Vancouver,

 British Columbia, Canada.

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Distant Horizon

June 26, 2013 at 12:47 am (Poetry) (, , , )

Distant horizon on English Bay

Sunlight streaking through clouds so gray

emitting a beautiful golden ray

saying adieu to the end of day.



-A poem written by Christopher

 Tuesday evening 

 June 25th 2013

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