Silent Stones: A Poem

Silent Stones: A Poem


Silent stones stand on silent hills
pointing towards the sky
Like giant arms beckoning from the ground
to embrace love, life and dreams that fly


What giant put these great slabs here that stand upright
a lonely monument that marks solstice and equinox
the passing of the seasons
the passing of time
The circle of life
summarized in this circle of stones
Spring blossoms and beguiles
childhood opens like petals on a rose
Summer sun and the tide is high
Oh the folly of wild youth-
the days were hot
and the nights were hotter
and we burn by day
and dance by night-
and then-
an autumn chill is in the air
we wrap the blankets tightly around ourselves
we see the leaves change colour on the trees
and our eyes bask in that beauteous gold that mark autumn sunsets
The harvest is finally coming home-
Indeed-
The harvest is coming home-

The seeds we planted in spring
and tended to or did not tend to in summer-
that harvest is coming home.


Snow on the ground-
landscape and sky both white-
and so is the colour of the hair that reflects in the mirror
Slowness of movement dogs our steps
and soon all movement ceases-
Then under ground
and under slabs of stone we go.

Perhaps those silent stones on silent hills
mark the burial place of some giant who in ancient times also had his day in the sun-
and now his day- like all  days- is finally finally done

Silent stones on silent hills
that mark the movement of moon and sun
We think we've all just begun
and before we know it-
it's all finally done.


-A poem written by Christopher
 Wednesday April 29th
 2015.


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Haiku About Nepal Earthquake

Haiku About Nepal Earthquake

Only took minute
Shangri-La to Hell on earth
when quake shook Nepal

Haikus About Cloning

Haikus About Cloning


They mapped the human genome
DNA = ET make clone?
so claim the History Channel


Now they're mapping mammoth genome
so elephant in the room
matches fur rug.

Portals: A Poem

Portals: A Poem


The 21st of April it was
Back in 753 B.C.
Romulus and Remus founded a new City.


Rome it was called - The Eternal City.


Inside the old house by the wishing well
the statue of the she- wolf fell.

The old man looked up
from his favourite cup.


"Romulus and Remus' mother has gone," the old man sighed.
Then the old man dropped his cup and died.


It was a hotel room in some distant city
the weather outside was not very pretty
and the two children a dish of potato chips did hoard
as they sat and played with a Ouija board.


The little boy asked, "Will I die soon?"
as the little girl licked her tablespoon.


What would the answer be? Anyone's guess.
But the planchette moved to the spot marked Yes.


The little boy opened his mouth to scream
but nothing came out it would seem
for he just died- and 'twas no dream.


Google leaves one with thoughts to ponder
today's explanation for the Loch Ness monster
one-eyed ETs piloting a sub
that has Nessie's head above.


So now you know
before you go
look all around
listen for sound.


There are portals everywhere
in the attic- below the stair
Wormholes they are called by some
slithery worms slide through causing you to run
But this warning- you can run but you cannot hide
Just ask the many- the many who have died.


-A horror poem written by Christopher
Tuesday April 21st 2015.


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The Sun Dog That Ate A Hot Dog: A Poem

The Sun Dog That Ate A Hot Dog: A Poem


Cornelius was leading a dog's life
because he was free of kids and wife
He also happened to be a dog
one not mistaken for a bump on a log
a huge Saint Bernard
who escaped his master's yard
and then headed off to the beach
lucky for him within reach.


What brought him to this date with destiny
aside from the outdoor trees looking thirsty
was listening to the spiel of a TV documentary
that spoke in language not elementary
"A sun dog is an atmospheric phenomenon that creates bright spots of light in the sky"
oh to listen to such drivel Corn thought he would die
"often on a luminous ring or halo on either side of the sun"
that does it, Corn thought, he'd really have to run
out the door he went
past the little pup tent
and over the fence he jumped in a flash
and then down to the beach he made a mad dash.


He'd be a sun dog himself having his day in the sun
and oh to be on the beach looked like such fun
he dashed into the water
as if he were seal or otter
where he made quite the splash
then from the surf he'd rise with a dash
and shake himself off on spectators left and right
such drying oneself off on passers-by led to a fight
but he didn't stick around to referee
for no, he had a date with destiny.


For up the beach Cornelius did spot something grand
what turned out to be a hot dog stand
what the stranger held in his hands
on these sunny day beach sands
Wiener, mustard, relish and onion in a bun
Cornelius thought to self, You old son of a gun
He leapt in the air
like an acrobatic pair
and swallowed the hot dog at one take
causing the stand's owner to shake and bake
He went beserk in the noon day sun
and that was the end of Cornelius' fun.

The man called the animal pound
and Cornelius was wrestled to the ground
into the paddy wagon he was put
like a canine crook
that was all it took.

So ended Cornelius' day in the sun
what a tale social networking sites spun
the sun dog that ate the hot dog
out of history's mist and fog
a legend was born
so when you're feeling forlorn
think of Cornelius some morn
and then realize with a tingle
this Noel Coward jingle
"Only mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the noon day sun"
and at all times on the beach, hold on to your hot dog bun.



-A poem written by Christopher
 Monday April 20th 2015.


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The Cat Who Took Up Breakdancing: A Poem

The Cat Who Took Up Breakdancing:  A Poem


There was a cat named Absalom
who had his own site at dot dot com
since social networkers loved cat pictures
he would quite often pose with his whiskers
and receive gazillions of likes
from grannies to tikes
his pic adorned wind mills along with Dutch dikes.


Now he was a cool cat who lived in a neighbourhood that had gone to the dogs
in a factory town that had lost both its wheels and its cogs
He decided to try something new
and so after giving a cat's me-ew
he took up breakdancing
a new style of prancing
He tried it on cars giving them dents
and then he tried it on a white picket fence
when he found that to be a real pain in the ass
he decided to try it on the soft green grass
His videos went viral
from New York to Cairo
He received over a million hits
and spent many a night putting on the Ritz.


But fame is fleeting in an Internet world
and he couldn't compete with the cat whom goldfishes hurled
and so he found himself in obscurity again
as the world then went beserk over a gold laying hen.



-A poem written by Christopher
 Saturday April 18th 2015.

On A Desert Night North of Palm Springs: A Poem

On A Desert Night North of Palm Springs:  A Poem


It was on a still and tranquil desert night
underneath canopy of stars shining bright
that we rode an old fashioned mule train up into the hills
the night was warm and devoid of chills
along the San Andreas fault the trail ran
a long narrow crack along desert sand
It was frightening to see above ground this famous fault that for Southern California could spell such woe
if the earth plates choose to massively shift and let chaos go
But San Andreas would show no signs of rage tonight
as desert sunset merged with evening twilight
The mules pulled us up to the dinner tent
with our burro friends it was time well spent
and now to our meals our little tour group would go
and mirth and good conversation would bubble and flow
The singer with guitar went from table to table and sang sweet melody
on the backdrop of starlit evening desert so far from the sea
Our table was the last to which he did come
you'd think he'd be tired but with his magical guitar his fingers did strum
and when it looked like he had finished his play
my father smiled, did turn to him and say
You remind me of a singer I listened to on the radio as a boy
whose voice and his songs filled my parents' house with joy
Jimmie Rodgers was his name
of country music fame
for there was a later Jimmie Rodgers who a couple of decades later also sang
as the clock marking the decade of the '50s rang.
The singer stopped putting his guitar back into his case
he stopped and looked at my father's face
Said he, that's quite the supreme compliment to have compared me to either one
He once again played his guitar, the music had not stopped but only begun
And the music to our small table the singer continued to play
And the songs echoed over desert and hills to places far way.


-A poem written by Christopher
 Friday April 17th 2015.


-inspired by a magical night spent with my dad and our tour group on a desert hill just north of Palm Springs, California back in January 1997.


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The Tricks Dreams Play: A Poem

The Tricks Dreams Play: A Poem


Stay soft gentle night
sway breeze in moonlight
water reflects on ocean calm
scent of jasmine a soothing balm
the stars rise and bid hello
fishes jump from seas below
a union of land, sea and sky
images of paradise by and by
I rush towards the open sea
hoping to catch a glimpse of thee
you stand there in silhouette
you whose face I'll ne'er forget
you step out from the waves and shadows
I run towards that's how it goes
and I awaken in bed sheets and clothes
O deceptive sleep! What pain you've wrought!
For one brief moment, hope and joy I've got
then I awaken and it's all for nought.


-A poem written by Christopher
 Thursday April 16th 2015.

A Day In The Life As Seen By Philip Marlowe: A Poem

A Day In The Life As Seen By Philip Marlowe: A Poem


They say if life hands you lemons
then make lemonade
However that philosophy only works if you've also got sugar and water on hand
Bourbon and honey doesn't really make for a great substitute
especially if Mrs. Mullins' cat from upstairs drinks deeply from the pitcher you left on the fire escape
as deeply as Pegasus drank from the Pierian Spring
A little learning is a dangerous thing
and so was Mrs. Mullins' frying pan that she hurled at me after she discovered her cat Absalom doing the dance of the 7 Veils up on the apartment roof top
after imbibing my own particular take on the lemonade of life philosophy
As she cried "Alas Absalom" on the rooftop
I quickly hurried to the safety of the streets below
If the client won't come to Marlowe
then Marlowe better go to the client
and I need to find one in a hurry
if I don't wish to be crowned "Lord of All" (as that old hymn puts it) by Mrs.
Mullins' frying pan .


So I hurry through these streets in my trench coat
people stare at me no doubt thinking I'm a would-be flasher
guess they've never seen a private eye before
I hurry to my office and hope a client shows up
But one doesn't
Seven bottles of bourbon and one finally dead ceiling fan later
I decide to head home
and face the music
(a little known melody written by some obscure composer for Mrs. Mullins' frying pan)
As I walk down the street, there's some positive thinking guru standing on the corner handing out this free advice,
If life hands you lemons, then make lemonade.

I hit him where it hurts.


"Let's see if life hands you a new pair of testicles" was my last parting shot
as I walked beneath the glittering neon light
and off into the sunset.



-A Philip Marlowe narrative poem
 written by Christopher
 Wednesday April 15th
 2015.


Note: As I wrote this poem, I imagined the voice of Humphrey Bogart reciting it in my head.


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Why Atlantis Sank: A Poem

Why Atlantis Sank: A Poem

An ET in the shape of a praying mantis
landed on the island of Atlantis
and taught the people there
wireless signals in the air
which led them to neglect change of underwear
The land was so overwhelmed by the stink
that the climate started to shrink
and the mountain glaciers melted
and the ground under hail was pelted
and the island finally sank under tsunami at sea
while Atlantean politicians awaited further study.


-A poem written by Christopher
 Saturday April 11th 2015.

Haiku About The Rain

Haiku About The Rain

Garden is thirsty
gentle rain falls from heavens
quench thirst rose blossoms

Haiku About Easter Sunday

Haiku About Easter Sunday


The tomb stands empty
rock unsealed and clothes on ground
Christ The Lord risen!

Haiku About Holy Saturday

Haiku About Holy Saturday


Silence of the tomb
He who is Life beat by Death
or so it appears

Haiku About Good Friday

Haiku About Good Friday


Temple veil is torn
when figure on the Cross cries
It is finished

Haiku About The Evening of Holy Thursday

Haiku About The Evening of Holy Thursday


That this Cup might pass
but then who would save mankind?
Thus He took the Cup