Poetic Reflection On That Wedding Time of Year

Poetic Reflection On That Wedding Time of Year


It's late May
approaching June
It's that wedding time of year
You see them in restaurants and bars everywhere
men dressed in their best tuxedos and suits
Women dressed in their finest dresses
caught between the time of the morning wedding ceremony
and the evening wedding reception
looking to kill time
while the bride, groom, bride's maids, best man and groom's men
get their photos taken in some exotic locale- park, beach or forest
so the guests look to kill time
and they do it by drinking
Jim Croce sang about saving time in a bottle
these people kill time in a bottle
The booze flows like a cascading waterfall from a mountain
or a gushing spring out of the ground
They show up at the reception thoroughly sloshed
and then drink oodles of champagne at the wedding feast itself
Whoever said marriage is enough to drive men and women to drink
knew what they were talking about.



-A poem written by Christopher
 Saturday May 31st 2014.

A Recommendation of Books For You

A  Recommendation of Books For You


Here's a recommendation of books for you.


My friend Timothy Wood who I met 9 years ago at a Blogging site called Journalspace is a writer who works as a part-time chef in Port Elizabeth South Africa.


He writes under the nom-de-plume SAREJESS which is a combination of the first letters of the names of his 3 daughters Sarah, Rebecca and Jessica.


Tim has had a life long battle with dyslexia.


As a child growing up in  South Africa, the local school board told his parents that he couldn't go to school because he'd never learn how to read.


So his grandmother took him under her tutelage and taught him to read using the King James Bible, the works of William Shakespeare, the novels of Charles Dickens, the novels of Sir Walter Scott and the novels of Jane Austen and the Bronte sisters.



He was able to pass the school entrance exams as a result.


Tim has written 4 novels-  The First Book of Samuel, The Second Book of Samuel, The Tuthmosis Diaries and The Sterleys of Oakland Park.



The First Book of Samuel and The Second Book of Samuel are about Samuel the Bethlehem innkeeper who turned away the Holy Family of Joseph, Mary and the unborn child Jesus because there was no room for them in the inn.


In Tim's imagination, Samuel the Bethlehem innkeeper is then doomed to walk the earth until the Second Coming of Christ.


The First and Second Books of Samuel then record Samuel's adventures throughout history as he meets scientists, inventors, adventurers, explorers, early Chinese emperors, medieval Byzantine emperors, British monarchs and American Presidents.



The Tuthmosis Diaries are about an ancient Egyptian mummy who comes to life and proceeds to wreak chaos and havoc throughout the land.



The Sterleys of Oakland Park is a historical regency romance novel written in the style of Jane Austen full of humour and unforgettable characters including a clergyman's wife who as Tim puts it, "if she had been a cook in Britain's Royal Navy, she'd have been the most formidable weapon in Napoleon's arsenal."


Tim has published the books through a self-publishing company Lulu.com



The books are available for sale at


http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/sarejess



I'd recommend these books to people who are lovers of the classics and love books that are both informative and entertaining at the same time.


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Marlowe's Last Case: A Film Noir Poem

Marlowe's Last Case:  A Film Noir Poem


Hot night
cool breeze
a kiss by nature
wiping away the perspiration
the way other kisses
can wipe away tears
Marlowe smoked his last cigarette
looked at the blue purple and red of the sunset
as it set on Sunset Boulevard
The lights of the city shone
against the encroaching darkness
Neon flashed like a twinkling star
welcoming all to step in the dark
and be guided along by the neon signs
angels of the night showing the way
The way to what? Marlowe mused
Sin or redemption?
Maybe both.
Perhaps you can't have one without the other.
In the shadows she approached
The outline of her figure highlighted
by the street lights
Mink coat
white blouse
Tight gray skirt
Spiked stilettos hitting the sidewalk pavement
like castanets on fingers of Spanish dancers
She stood in the open light
Her long dark hair as black
as the midnight sky of an Alaskan winter
There she was Marlowe thought
The ultimate femme fatale
Mr. Marlowe? Her voice whispered
like the call of dawn to a night that was far too long
I'm Marlowe, he answered blowing the last ring of smoke
from his last cigarette
Good-bye Mr. Marlowe, she pulled a gun out of her purse and shot him.
He didn't have the strength to say good-bye
All those pellets of lead in his chest
seemed to restrict his speaking ability
to say nothing of his breathing
Oh well, he at least got one thing right
It was his last consolation
as his eyes fell into a darkness as black as her hair
She really was the ultimate femme fatale.




-A film noir poem
 written by Christopher
 Sunday May 18th
 2014.


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The Son of Medusa On Mother's Day

The Son of Medusa On Mother's Day



It was Mother's Day
and he was the son of Medusa
His mother was a witch
She turned people to stone
As stony as her heart
He never felt as alone in the world
As he did on Mother's Day
Such was the fate of the Son of Medusa.

The Darkness of A Thousand Yesterdays

The Darkness of A Thousand Yesterdays


The darkness of a thousand yesterdays fills the mind with grief and pain
a darkness that falls and falls like the ceaseless drops of pouring rain
a thousand rejections, a thousand stabs in the back
leave the mind broken and wrecked like a body on a medieval rack





The darkness of a thousand yesterdays whose lingering fog threatens to extinguish today's light
The darkness of a thousand yesterdays that threaten to turn all tomorrows into endless night




-A poem written by Christopher
 Friday May 9th 2014