Haiku About Temperatures Over Vancouver Today December 3rd 2013
Haiku About Temperatures Over Vancouver Today December 3rd 2013
Arctic air prevails
brass monkey has painful look
he froze his nuts off
Haiku About A Foggy Mist-Filled Evening In Vancouver
Fog grasps the city
embracing like tale shrouded
in dark mystery
The Wreck of the Armstrong Custer
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
2013
Canada Day On English Bay
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.
Distant Horizon
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
Dracul Van Helsing 
Intersection of Hemlock and Broadway
September 24, 2014 at 6:40 pm (Commentary, Quotations and Sayings of Dracul Van Helsing) (Broadway, Hemlock, intersection of Broadway and Hemlock, Vancouver, Vancouver B.C.)
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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