Cinderella: A Poem

Cinderella:  A Poem


Cloudy gray skies
across the land lies
in truth for today
and in metaphor sad to say
it seems that magic is gone from the world
technology has spread unfurled
the sense of wonder has been lost
but we're too busy to see the cost
dashing along the street
busy hands and busy feet
phones at our fingertips
speakers have replaced lips
"Love" and "courage" are only words
a flight of fancy like passing birds.
A unicorn- what is that?
Talk of fairies- we say scat!
For we're all grown up you see
don't talk to us as if we're only 3.
That age is past!
Magic wands- get out fast!
Carriages don't grow from pumpkins
you mistake us for country bumpkins.
Enchanted balls and glass slippers
we talk like drunken skippers
whose ships have crashed on the rocks
leaving us to haunt these docks.


And so we stay under these skies so gray
wishing it were another day.


But Cinderella saw the world not only as it was
but as she wanted it to be
which gave her courage amidst much misery
Have courage and be kind!
Wise words from her mother's mind.
Words she kept each day to heart
slowly working magic to impart
a prince she would impress
with her heart and mind
not just a dress.


Those who have courage and are kind
they break those dark spells that bind
it's not that we've stopped believing in magic you see
it's just that we take dark arts for the only reality.
We've stopped seeing "love" and "courage" as things that actually be
and only view them as fantasy
It's not only princes but we who need to be awakened
or else this world will become ever forsaken.
Oh Cinderella! Come and kiss us all
make this world a beautiful ball
Help us once again see that wondrous magic so grand
And may courage and kindness fall across this land.



-A poem written by Christopher
 Tuesday March 24th 2015
  inspired by seeing the
  Kenneth Branagh directed
  version of
  Disney's Cinderella
  today.


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The Corgi Who Started A Conga Line: A Poem

The Corgi Who Started A Conga Line:  A Poem


A corgi once started a conga line
Now isn't that something wild and fine
Her Majesty had left the palace door open
and the wee corgi didn't feel like mopin'
so out the door he went
for a time well spent
he walked the palace grounds
and listened for cannon sounds
but no 21-gun salutes today
so the corgi walked come what may
and then his little legs decided to hop
and he found that he couldn't stop
with a hop here
and a hop there
but palace guards didn't stare
They were busy looking straight ahead
The corgi may as well have laid down dead
"Come join me in my conga line" his little legs said
but the guards remained passive as if stoned on med
so the corgi danced and danced
tiny legs pranced and pranced
but the wee corgi danced alone
his image caught on a smart phone
The corgi who started a conga line
and later joined the Queen to dine
eating sausages that taste divine.



-A poem written by Christopher
 Sunday March 22nd 2015.

Solar Eclipse: A Poem

Solar Eclipse:  A Poem


Solar eclipse
monster swallows light
so ancients believe


Solar eclipse
dragon eats eye in the sky
and day becomes night


Solar eclipse
Yin expands Yang shrinks
The circle vanishes




-written by Christopher
 Friday March 20th
 2015.

Saint Patrick's Day: A Poem

Saint Patrick's Day: A Poem


On the shores of Galilee a certain Carpenter did teach
oh how to Tara's golden halls would that message reach
A lad was in his 16th year when into pirating hands he fell
and carried across the Irish Sea to an Emerald Isle to dwell
sold as a slave to the chieftan  Milchu
so what did this young lad do?
For six years in County Antrim he tended his master's flocks in the Valley of the Braid
this boy becoming a man who was captured in a raid
After six years he fled his cruel master and bent his steps towards the west
His journey of 200 miles was really quite the test
At Killala Bay he set sail towards the land of his birth
but as a future Bard once wrote, "There are more things in heaven and earth..."
A new master did young Patrick find
a sweet master so Divine
A new master who said, "Make the Irish mine".
So the new flocks he would tend
those whose broken hearts he'd mend
were the same people who had taken him captive
a people he set free by saying "Believe in Jesus and live."
And now every March 17th, Irish hearts are filled with mirth
toasting a lad whose Master arrived in a stable at birth.
And while in Tara's halls an earthly harp is mute with its soul of music  shed
an heavenly choir sings of He whose heart, hands, head and feet had Bled
a loving Master who called Patrick to the test
and through Patrick's voice and Patrick's hands caused the Irish to join His people blest.



-A poem written by Christopher
 on Saint Patrick's Day
 Tuesday March 17th
 2015.

Haiku About Friday The 13th Movies' Jason: Serial Killer With A Goalie Mask

Haiku About Friday The 13th Movies' Jason:  Serial Killer With A Goalie Mask


Jason plays hockey
serves two minutes for slashing
o'er ref's dead body

Jack O' Hare and The Leprechaun: A Poem

Jack O' Hare and The Leprechaun: A Poem


In the land of Ireland roamed the bunny rabbit Jack O' Hare
he hopped here and there across this land so green and fair
And as he made conversation with an Irish fawn
he turned around and saw... a leprechaun
The leprechaun wept, "Someone has stolen me pot o' gold."
Said Jack, "Who would do such a dastardly deed so bold?"
"I don't know," the leprechaun shrugged
his arms around a tree he hugged.
Said Jack, "I'll help you find the thief,
this villainous villain who's caused such grief."
So to the rainbow's end they went
and stood outside the little man's tent.
Explained Seamus the leprechaun, "It was here that I slept
after downing a can of Guinness I kept."

"What does your magic mirror say?"
Jack looked at the glass next to the sun ray.
"Me magic mirror," the leprechaun shouted
as a four-leaf clover sprouted,
"I forgot all about it,
why I've lost my wit."


They looked into the mirror and the picture unfolded,
the thief stood there with his mug shot uploaded,
"Why I've seen that man," said Jack O' Hare,
"he lives in London near the town square."


So to London they flew
on Aer Lingus
sampling Guinness stew.
They got off the plane quite pickled
lucky for them, Customs were fickle.

They took the tube to London
and recited Kipling's Gunga Din.
Got off the tube
holding martini with ice cube
and hailed a taxi.
Then talked to a patsy
who revealed the thief's whereabouts
and after paying him off with Brussels sprouts
headed off to a Taylor Swift concert
and after entering without shoes or shirt
saw the thief sitting in the front row
wearing designer threads from head to toe.


As Seamus wrestled the man to the ground,
Jack jumped on the stage without making a sound,
spoke Taylor Swift to the crowd
leaving them fairly wowed,
"If you're lucky enough to be different from everyone else, don't ever change."
So Jack O' Hare hopped to the mike and sang Home On The Range.
As self-styled critics booed
and responded with gestures rude,
Taylor sang, "The haters gonna hate, hate, hate..."
Meanwhile the thief in Seamus' hands was left to his fate, fate, fate...


Taylor sang, "Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake..."
which is what Seamus did to the thief whose body started to quake, quake, quake...
As gold coins fell by the thousands out of the thief's pockets,
Taylor Swift threw back her own golden lockets,
"The fakers gonna fake, fake, fake..."
Meanwhile into Scotland Yard's hands went the thievish rake, rake, rake...


Meanwhile Jack's duet with Taylor was soon all the rage
Fans didn't want them to leave the stage
The lucky hare got a kiss that was Taylor-made
And Seamus thought when it came to friendship, Jack's made the grade.



-A Jack O' Hare poem
 written by Christopher
 Thursday March 12th
  2015.


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The Pirate Timothy McGann: A Poem

The Pirate Timothy McGann:  A Poem


He was the toughest pirate e'er to sail the Seven Seas
He could get the sails goin' with the power of his sneeze
He always kept a can of black pepper close at hand
so when the King's Navy came close, up his nose it went and out sailed his ship as fast as it can
That's why King George never caught the pirate Timothy McGann.



-A poem written by Christopher
 Tuesday March 10th 2015.

Raymond Red Reddington of The Blacklist: A Poem

Raymond Red Reddington of The Blacklist:  A Poem


There was a man called Reddington
whose mattress was quite a bedding-ton
he had quite the blacklist
with the law he made up and kissed
and shot bad guys with his Remington

Daylight Savings Time: A Poem

Daylight Savings Time:  A Poem


And so the old clock ticks on the wall
the moon shines in the sky above all
glancing outside the window at night
stars sparkle and moonbeams bright
Spring ahead but does Daylight Savings really save time?
Cuckoo with German accent pops out and says "Nein."

Land Beyond The Seas: A Poem

Land Beyond The Seas:  A Poem

Warm and gentle seas
a cool evening breeze
images of a land I do not know
images of a land I long to go
A land that constantly haunts my dreams
particularly when reality falls apart at the seams
Oh island in the sun
Island where I long to run
How far away you seem
I can only grasp you in my dream
you slip through my fingers at the light of dawn
you fade away and now are gone
I walk through big city streets
where concrete and metal meets
and at night I watch the setting of the sun
and wonder where this island is I long to run.


-A poem written by Christopher
 Wednesday March 4th 2015.