The Shy Stegosaurus of Cricket Creek: A Poem

The Shy Stegosaurus of Cricket Creek:  A Poem


When I was a boy, there was a book that I thought was rather neat
It was The Shy Stegosaurus of Cricket Creek
George was the introverted dinosaur's name
A great prehistoric fella not seeking fame
He wrecked a small passenger airplane on the ground
mistaking it for pterodactyl- a hypothesis unsound
He met 2 kids and had exciting adventures
He never ran into a T-Rex's Polygrip dentures
And finally one day he said good-bye
The two children started to cry
And deep into the canyon and off into the sunset he went
Prehistory had met modern in a time well spent.


-A poem written by Christopher
  Thursday March 31st
  2016.

Easter Reflections In A World Haunted By The Zombie Apocalypse

Easter Reflections In A World Haunted By The Zombie Apocalypse


Jesus rose from the dead
But Jesus is not a zombie
He is not the Living Dead
He is the Living fully living and truly alive (in a glorified body- perfectly alive now and forever)


-A poem written by Christopher
  Easter Monday
  Monday March 28th
  2016.

Easter 2016: A Poem

Easter 2016: A Poem

Almost 2000 years ago, a tomb stood empty.
Empty of its occupant.
And the news of that event spread outwards from Jerusalem all over the world.
And light and love entered human hearts.

Today humanity's hearts seem to stand empty of that light and love.
We have all of us made our hearts as empty as that tomb.
The heart of humanity has become like a tomb- an empty tomb- empty of Christ.
Holman Hunt once painted a picture of Christ standing knocking at the door of our hearts .
Today it would be a picture of Mary Magdalene standing outside our empty hearts asking, "My Lord is gone. And I do not know where they have lain Him."


-A poem written by Christopher
  Easter Sunday
 Sunday March 27th
 2016.

Haiku About Donald Trump and Megan Kelly

Haiku About Donald Trump and Megyn Kelly

Trump spanks his monkey
when he sees Megyn Kelly
she gets in his hair

The Sailing Ship: A Poem

The Sailing Ship: A Poem

Sail ahead to distant shores when yonder morning breaks
with wind at your back, listen to the cry that the screeching seagull makes
and sail on into waters of deep crystal blue
venture forth to destinations new
It is a time when the world is wide
so beckon to the surging tide


The mast is your guide
to horizons wide
white sails against skies of blue
they're your towers- the world to view
and take the brunt of gray skies and stormy seas too


Poseidon's realm stretches most of the globe
the sites to be seen- what tales to be told
Dolphins and Krakens, mermaids and sirens
aquatic femme fatales- they be a bitin'
Inviting you to Davy Jones' locker- grave of missing Titan


This is the age of true adventure
where shark makes of mate's leg a gaping denture
Whales spout
fish about
The salt sprays against your face
calm waters reflect an amazing grace


Today planes fly higher than eagles
Subs go lower than deep diving seagulls
Realms of pavement stretch from coast to coast
And space rockets soar high- making the air burnt toast


Speed here, speed there
instant speed everywhere
It should feel dizzy in this speeding vortex
but it moves so fast, we don't even flex


Tall ships now exist only in books
or big toys built by would-be Captain Cooks
The seas are no longer the wild frontier
of siren call and mermaid tear
they are but memories of yesteryear


-A poem written by Christopher
 Thursday March 3rd 2016.