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Ancient and modern is this heartbeat
of a kingdom of four territories;
becoming the first biter to the endocarp of industrialization;
the first host to a global carnival of sports;
running the eldest of all notable department stores
and oldest without aging is one of its publishing houses.
A historic accumulator of colonies
with a spoken identity well pumped into different parts of the world
which has married diplomacy, economy and finance
to give global relevance to anyone who acquires it.
Even with this huge dominance,
Its initial lingua franca was
an adoption from its southern neighbor.
From Winchester to London, the route of its history is endless
Wwth the Lincoln cathedral the first overtaker
of the great pyramid of Gaza in an increasing participating race
and the first caster of the globe’s lifeless identity in Aluminium.
It’s a relentless consumer of Tea
having agents of law enforcement surprisingly not needing weapons
only but in situations of an adrenaline rush.
This defined region also has shoulders high above all others
in space and capacity showcased by Hay-on-Wye,
in dimensions and height, exhibited by Nature’s craft in Avebury,
in the size of a residence of royalty decorated in Windsor,
in numerical value of products traded in Harry ramsden
and a proud member of the starters’ club
in the creation of transportation mediums through rails.
The home of technology’s birth
and the courtyard where science is entertained
which is both less and greater than Thomas Harriot;
smiling when Christopher Merret and the Champagne
both got registered in history’s dairy.
The contribution of William Dockwra through stamps;
the excellence of Charles parsons shown in the stream turbine;
and the magic of Bletchley park
exhibited through the wonders of the colossus
are a fascinating fraction of a wing of its colourful feathers.
If these praises should spread online
The entire world of the internet has among others, Tim Berners to thank.
The day was unbelievably hot to a northerner, just about normal for a Floridian. Disney World opened at nine and after a steamy night cruising Kissimmee’s strip for burgers, we were ready for the crush (and I don’t mean orange soda.) The Ex, the kid and I, clad in shorts and tank-tops, were ready to enter the park with the rest of the scrubbed and buffed hoard.
shoulder to shoulder
the crowd surges forward—
babies scream
At seven, our son, Jamie was mad about Pooh (of course at this point, he was so stoked he was just plain mad as the Hatter in Alice!) We got through the gates in record time and rushed to the line for honey pot carts to Pooh-land. The line wasn’t long, most of the crowd was rushing Space Mountain, but my son was thrilled to be greeted at the entrance by non-other than Mickey Mouse! Mickey grabbed the wiggling tike by his red suspenders (Yes, I had him wearing suspenders!) and boosted him into the cart and off we went. Mom, Dad and boyo in search of the infamous Bear, Tigger the Tiger and Christopher Robin.
*Form haibun
When he left us, he left us too soon.
He starred in 13 episodes of "Tycoon".
It was a day that all of his fans were sure to hate.
Christopher left us at the young age of fifty-eight.
He starred in "The Distracted Preacher" and "The Boy Friend".
Many people were surprised when his life came to an end.
In addition to being an actor, Gable was a ballet dancer.
This talented man lost his life in 1998 because of cancer.
He starred as "Sharaz Jek" when he starred in Doctor Who.
Christopher was a special individual and that's certainly true.
[Dedicated to Christopher Gable (1940-1998) who died on October 23, 1998]
The Tower was engineered
by Monsieur Eiffel in Paris
the Wheel was favoured
by Mr. Ferris
Michelangelo in Rome
contributed St. Peter's Basilica dome
Eddystone Lighthouse the first
was constructed by Winstanley and
in St. Paul's Cathedral
Sir Christopher Wren had a hand
the seated Thinker
was carved out by Auguste Rodin
the Taj Mahal (Mumtaz') tomb
commissioned by Shah Jahan
all roads lead to the Colosseum
started by Emperor Vespasian
Borglum executed Mount Rushmore
while Hadrian gave us the Wall
and Ferdinand de Lesseps
secured the Suez Canal
in Byzantine Constantinople
Justinian I built the Hagia Sophia
in Italy Bonanno Pisano began
the (later leaning) Tower of Pisa
the Egyptian Pharaoh Khafre
inspired the Sphinx
but in Scotland who designed
the Musselburgh (golf) Links
With a Jewish father and a Catholic mother on vacations we were always unsure what to do
Was it St. Christopher or Yahweh who would hear our prayers…on road trips…we never knew.
We finally came up with a plan that we knew couldn’t be wrong….
We decided we’d be safer if we let both of them ride along..
As I grew older I never found a religion I could completely get behind…
So I’ve tried to follow one doctrine every religion possesses…in two simple words…Be Kind.
But that doesn’t stop me during a vacation on a road trip short or long….from riding with my St. Christopher’s medal…and bringing all the Gods along…
Allah, Jesus,…Brahman…I invite whether traveling in this country or abroad…
I even ask the Buddha (who never professed to be a God).
But they all believed in being kind…a wonderful epithet….
besides…when it comes to road trips and vacations…I like to hedge my bets.
Which is why on this road trip you’ll find many a God riding with me…on my shoulders…unabashed…
you’ll also find St. Christopher in my pocket…
and the Buddha on my dash.
You want to know what eternity is?
It’s just another moment of hope
you might come around the next corner,
or out of the next doorway I approach.
Or, better yet, it’s waking up beside you
on some distant remembered morning
life and the universe let me relive.
Eternity, in short, my love, is the assurance
you give to every rising day that somewhere
you live and breathe and greet the morning
with the promise of your smile.
You already gave me everything
I could ask of a thousand lifetimes
ago where and when all I could see
would come from the vision of your
smile your eyes your hair your face you
too divine to be sought too astonishing
to imagine too wonderful for a million
million effortful, striving words.
Christopher M. Swan, “Song of Susan,” 2008
PD reporting live on the soup, with Worlds most wanted criminal poets.
Standing here with the POETS. MOST. WANTED. Tipsters Host John (What ?)
With an exclusive update on criminal poets, captured and on the run.
Switching over to you John,
"Thank you, Sid, let us give thanks to all the P.M.W. tipsters." alerting the poet authority.
Here we have our lovely F.B.I. agent Andrea Dietrich (Andy) & U.S. Marshal Shirley Harrison
(S.H.)
P.W. Tipsters helped the capture of one infamous fugitive Nikko Palmario, a poetess going
contest crazy.
F.B.I. Agent (Andy) ended the manhunt tracking her down in the Philippines.
(Andy), says" this convicted poet addict and comment crusader, gave us a fun run"
Christopher Brantley, still at large U.S. Marshall (S.H.) says, "This brilliant fugitive leaves no
trace."
A dangerous poet posting comments longer than his poetry. Leaving a distinction of
excellence
in any short form. PW. tipsters Demand him to be brought down to poetic justice.
A tip led Marshall (S.H.) to the most notorious blond bombshell on the soup.
Captured on her vacation Linda Marie Bariana, lost control of her blond moment.
Paralyzing her laptop with sand. Covering to other crimes with too much poetry rhyme.
Her # 1 crime, entering a dark poet contest, too bad for this SWEETHEART who has too much
shine.
Wanted in all nations Lynette Chachere a realistic poetic criminal against reality & dreams.
F.B.I.(Andy) Says"Our sweet Lynn, carries a weapon against all Enigma wonders."
A shameful crime to bring down a poet's spirit with an intervening of her intense poetry.
F.B.I. Most wanted poetic lunatics, Billy the Kidder, with a Mental Poet Disorder.
A maniac on the rampage, a poet who lost it, with a crime slamming himself.
One of the four sons of a wool-weaver,
Christopher Columbus became a great navigator,
who went to sea to learn the sailor's skills
and later to discover a land filled with riches;
rejected by The King of Portugal, he appealed
to the Republic of Genoa and Venice...to return empty-handed!
Finally, King Ferdinand II and Queen Isabella of Spain
agreed to make him the " Admiral of the Seas ",
and Columbus departed from Palos, Portugal with three caravels:
the Nina, the Pinta and the Santa Maria for a slow and long voyage...
to find spices, and gold in mines and rivers and in other places;
and when one of his sailors sighted land,as if in a mirage,
Columbus thought he had reached the East Indies,
not realizing he had discovered the New World's shores!
P.S. IT’S POETRY WRITE ON WRITE ON CONGRATS TO MY FELLOW POETRY SOUPERS PART 5
Many thanks to you selected poets;
Of sharing your whispers from God, tho you didn’t know it;
Each letters and each word;
Reads so very dear and well;
Joys of your souls cheers;
Covenants of choice, reading your voice;
Blessing peace be still;
Please keep writing your skills;
Rhyming verses blessings of course it’s… P.S.
Congrats and thank-U my fellow Soupers
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• Chantelle Anne Cooke 128, 20, 36
• Charles Knowlton 176
• Charlie Smith 15, 86, 86
• Charlotte Puddifoot 225
• Choice Randell Melugin Jr 294, 424
• Chokri Omri 277
• Chrisdad Kojo Arthur 322
• Christopher Flaherty 302
• Christopher Grieves 203, 455
• Christopher Mwashinga 462
• Claire Thom 440
• Clive Blake 389
• Cole Banner 225
• Constance K. Wong 7
• Constance La France 240, 52, 84
• Craig Davids Cornish 115, 156, 216
• Crystal Toureene 400
• Curtis Johnson, Sr. 326
Dale Gregory Cozart 289, 5, 90
• Daniel John Berg 153
• Daniel Turner 17, 42, 76
• Dave Collins 390
• David A. McHattie 144
• David Allan Williams 103
• David Andrew McHattie 161
• David Drowley 235, 283, 405
I waited so long to be saved
But a savior never came
No Superman to save me
From the edge of the cliff
So I picked myself up
Nursed my wounds
Fixed my clothes
And now I'm overlooking
A raging ocean
Feeling the spray
Of Poseidon's wrath
But something is boiling
Beneath my skin
Racing through my veins
Sharpening my gaze
Because the thing is
When the pain finally vanishes
All that is left
Is all consuming rage
Maybe you don't understand
How long I dangled
From the edge of the cliff
How long I waited
For someone to come along
How long I waited
To simply feel like I mattered
But like a forgotten footnote in time
Nobody even knows my name
So let me just say it
My name is Christopher
I'm no longer frowning
I'm no longer at risk of drowning
My name is Christopher
And there is no more sorrow
Only anger
So thank you for nothing
Because
I waited so long to be saved
But a savior never came
So I saved myself
And now look at me glowing
But to you it's burning
So feel free
To burn in my light