Thoughts On Rainy Days

Rainy days may come and go
but without them
thirsty grass and trees wouldn't grow.

The past couple of days have been cloudy here
making one gloomy and lacking cheer
but the clouds have brought rain
so to me might be pain
but the flowers and rosebuds have a lot to gain.

-Thoughts On Rainy Days
a poem written by Christopher Van Helsing
Wednesday evening, May 25th 2011
The 2nd day of two days of continuous rain.

The Little Duck and The Big Ocean

And the little duck awoke from his sleep.

And discovered that he was not on the beach of a small lake.

But on the beach of a big ocean.

And the little duck looked around.

And noticed that his mother and brothers and sisters were all gone.

There was no one on this beach but himself.

Well no one that was a duck but himself.

And the seagulls cried above him.

And fishes leaped out of the water.

That was an awfully big ocean.

And he was an awfully little duck.

Maybe he should turn around and walk across the road and maybe into the forest and maybe find a small lake somewhere.

It would be safe.

The duck looked at the sky.

But the rest of his family was gone.

Sure he might get to know other ducks back at the lake.

But were there ducks on the other side of the ocean?

He did not know.

And there was only one way to find out.

Gulp!

That was an awfully big ocean.

And he was an awfully small duck.

But the little duck put his webbed feet into the salt water.

And went in.

And started to swim out towards the middle of the big ocean.


How does this story end?

We write the ending ourselves.

For you see, we dear children are that little duck facing the big wide ocean.


-A children's short story written by Christopher Van Helsing
Tuesday evening, May 24th 2011

King Arthur

A photo montage video I made a couple of years ago about King Arthur.

Ship In A Bottle On A Larger Sea

Ship in a bottle on a larger sea
cast forth from me to thee
the waves will push it here
the waves will push it there
it could wind up anywhere.

Only God knows where it will land
as it washes up on distant sand
inside there will be a note
cast forth in this object that can float.

What does this note say?
Not today
Not tomorrow
but someday
and soon.

-A poem written by Christopher Van Helsing
Monday evening, May 9th 2011

Along A Distant Shore

Quietly and stealthily along a distant shore
I walk towards my sweetheart
the one that I adore
standing there in white dress with green ribbon sash
her feet touching the waves that make a gentle splash.

Days are long
nights are longer
without the presence of you
as I sit at a table for one
and not a table for two.

The world rushes to and fro
and soon tomorrow becomes
today you know
why does time run faster on digital clocks
and hello too quickly becomes good-bye
in humanity's talks.

Oh bring back the hourglass of time
when an hour was long and sublime
and the sands gently fell one by one
and sunset would not so quickly follow
the beautiful rising sun.

The world in all its madness speeds steadily on and on
and it seems before I know it
this spring and summer will be gone.

Oh strange paradox of this strange and wondrous time
the world seems to move so fast
like a cool hip-hop artist's rhyme
and yet without you here
time seems to move so slowly
raising a solitary glass in cheer.

-A poem written by Christopher Van Helsing
Sunday evening, May 8th 2011

Of Jack O' Hare and Don Quixote: A Poem

Under the apple tree in the Van Helsing Yard
Jack O' Hare was inspired like the Bard
he closed his eyes
dreamed of sunrise
on ocean beaches and waveswept shores
in his mind's eye
he saw Don Quixote ride
that chivalrous knight the world laughed to scorn
in an age that was cynical and honour forlorn
the Spanish knight fought giants and windmills
for a lady fair
though townsfolk called her "whore" in the village square
but as Christ saw that Mary Magdalene was so much more
so Quixote did not look on her with the eyes of a bore.

She was his Muse and his inspiration
leading him to fight battles with great perspiration
and finally on the day when Quixote died
'twas said about his horse
for one glorious time on this mount
Honour and Chivalry took one final ride.

-A poem about Jack O' Hare and Don Quixote
written by Christopher Van Helsing, May 3rd 2011