Jack O' Hare In Ireland

Jack O' Hare In Ireland


Jack O' Hare was a bunny rabbit
won a trip, decided to grab it
went to Ireland his ancestral home
where he saw the sea 'neath the Cliffs of Moher foam
visited the Killarney Lakes
the leprechauns there were quite the flakes
visited Waterford Crystal
where he bought himself a glass pistol
to frighten off that nasty fox
who wanted to taste his harey locks
he looked at Wedgwood pottery
after all, he won the lottery.
Tried to hug a tower that reached to Heaven
It was the tower of the monk Saint Kevin.
He walked along Wexford's fair streets
to fiddle music he kept the beats
The Irish had never seen such a wild bunny hop
they cheered him on and didn't ask him to stop.
He watched the sun go down on Galway Bay
and frolicked with many a colleen in Irish hay.
He drank many a Guinness in the town of Dublin
where he received absolution for his past sin.



-A Jack O' Hare poem
 written by Christopher
 Friday November 28th
 2014.


-Jack O' Hare was the name I gave the wild hare jack rabbit who used to live in my backyard when I lived in the Canadian province of Alberta.

On this my birthday I decided to write a poem honouring my old friend.

Haikus Inspired By Yeats' Poem The Second Coming

Haikus Inspired By Yeats' Poem The Second Coming


Watch the nightly news
Things fall apart; anarchy
is loosed on the world

The world turns and turns
but the centre cannot hold
Best sleep; Worst awake

The deaf falcon flies
above tides where innocence
drowns in sea of blood


Blood-dimmed tide is loosed
The world in 2014
Yeats' rough beast arrives




-A series of haikus
 written by Christopher
 Monday November 24th
 2014.

Haiku Reflecting On The State of The World 25 Years After The Fall of The Berlin Wall

Haiku Reflecting On The State of The World 25 Years After The Fall of The Berlin Wall




The Berlin Wall falls
for brief moment Camelot
then reality

Cthulhu: A Poem

Cthulhu:  A Poem



Lying far below the depths of the ocean blue
lives the creature they call Cthulhu
in the nightmare corpse city of R'lyeh
the place is no luxurious Monty Carlee
as the drunken Englishman called Monte Carlo
as he related this tale to Philip Marlowe
his story of dark gods and the Nemo point
led Marlowe to think he'd been smoking a joint
Said the Englishman, "In the South Pacific depths he lies in wait,
when he rises, he'll open Hell for a gate."
Marlowe felt a chill in this Santa Ana heat
and it wasn't from the fan working an overtime beat
After a while he judged the man's story to be true
but he was just a private eye, what could he do?
"Seems to me," Marlowe lit a cigarette, "you need an exorcist and a mighty powerful one at that,
otherwise we're just mice playing games against a cat."
So the man left Marlowe's office and walked out into the night
he found a bar nearby and regaled patrons there with his tales of fright.




-A poem written by Christopher
 Tuesday November 4th 2014.

Haiku About Cerberus The Watch Dog of Hades

Haiku About Cerberus The Watch Dog of Hades


Guard dog Cerberus
Hell's Unholy Trinity
due to his three heads

T-Rex Find: A Poem

T-Rex Find:  A Poem



It was the most unusual dinosaur bone
a T-Rex with an iPhone
the whimsical carnivore
not wishing to appear a bore
had taken a selfie
like Uncle Alfie
he backed up without looking behind
silly creature with silly mind
and while doing his monologue of schtick and corn
backed right into a triceratops horn
that's why this T-Rex became extinct before you were born.




-A humourous narrative poem
 written by Christopher
 Saturday November 1st
 2014.