Krogar and Klaus, and the House Mouse Mystery

Hunkered down, very un-calm,
Side by side, just before dawn,
Cat by Cat, confide, but stir little

“Where’s that.. WHAT’S IT?”
Growl tooth’ed jaws with spittle

Whiskers a’ twitch, ‘n tails a’ switch,
Two cats, grouse, protest, and grit

“How shall we get at that.. WHAT’S IT?”

Upon the fireplace screen, out come claws,
Topsy-turvy cats crash into brick walls
Topple andirons, ashes, and kindling--
Crazed cats, Krogar and Klaus, go a’ spindling
Leap from hearth askew and a’ yaw,

“There, ..No there!!!!!” confused Cats babble. Agile kitties flip, twist then scrabble,
In the dark hall, brave kitties fall,
Land gracefully upon padded paws.

That's the fastest house mouse either ever saw.

WHAT’S IT jumps from mantle
circles the whole room,
Finds a dark shadow just behind a broom
Waits there while cats’ re-group

"WHAT'S IT?" Krogar stopping to groom--
he leaps on the table, and knocks off the fruit;
Banana, pear, apple, orange meteors fall

So, WHAT’S IT under couch crawls
the chase, Cats resume, into guest bedroom
In a flash the guest bed is disheveled
when zoom, as two cats assault is made -- WHAT’S IT flies up to safety of a dark lampshade

WHAT’S IT hangs upside down, unabash’ed,
Pausing to see kitties’ looks of bad luck that day
Licking their paws, their last trick is played

“WHAT’S IT can fly,” Krogar to Klaus, says in dismay
And with the dawn, the light inter-plays.

Up to the shadowy attic, in a graceful jet,
Flies WHAT’S IT easier
without even a silent shiver
Through the eaves, spies the Cats now so upset,
...can’t even digest their liver

Today, though, there are no regrets:
Krogar and Klaus tell their neighboring pets,
“You may visit our house, with behavior best;
“Pleeze, Do not disturb our house mouse guest: “He is a “‘WHAT’S IT’, "The most unusual, honored, flying houseguest” A poem written for me and first daughter Panther Paws circa 1983; by Robert “Bob” Parker, of Halifax, Massachusetts, Unfortunately, he has passed away. He lived his retirement years on Monpossett Pond in a little converted boathouse, that he shared with several animals, pets and otherwise. Bob would wake up early before his wife, stoke the wood burning stove, in the morning before dawn, and type on his Corona manual, and this is one he chronicled pre-dawn. Thanks Bob, PD



Patrick Darnell

Tuft of thundercloud trailing anvil head,
For a moment dove eating crumb of bread
From bronze rail before flight
With point on horizon to sight
Full wind, full rudder churns freshwater white.

Out to quiet sailing had set we
With jib and full sail cast
As have sturdy fellows past.

I could hear almost the Old Salt
From his boat in briny harbor forgot
Talking as frapped his rope
'... Bloody Lake Mich, choppy old moat,
'... Choppy when the wind blows,
'... Meaner'n a blistered nanny goat.'

Leaning with gaunt arm bare
Upon bronze gunwale, pushing aside thick hair,
Squinting ignobly in bright sun-glare
With meaty fingers tugs at pipe there
Aboard chapped lips points to east horizon
Of inland mare, fashions scowl for his next quip
As great barrier of clouds form at fast clip

'... Tha' water my life did I impart,
'... Not much left for Almighty God to sort.'

Flipping pocket flap open like a hatch
Wriggling fingers while digging for a match
To strike against all that scratch
Of a standard jaw, put he then pipe to pucker,
Match to pipe bowl, sucked he flame to tobacco;

Returning to his task murmuring just audible
Pipe clenched tightly in teeth and jaw
Spatted he to indicate his final card
Whispering as puckers he a humid draw:

'... Wha'cha gonna do ... Wha's one to do ...
'... Wha' character does she reflect when tide low
'... How can tide pool stand for long
'... in ancient thirsty sand?'

Calm smile now on his face in half shadow ...

'... To where my life depart; to live a mariner
'... For what did I impart these hands?'

I remember sail cloth masted, trimmed taut
To gather wind for friends at steady knot
A chance to depart on lake large as a sea
And to cross horizon in time eternity
With promise for life, love and for loss.

by Pat Darnell

http://moopigwisdom.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-remember-sail-cloth-masted-trimmed.html

Football

I had a moment of triumph
Like a hungry pelican
Sitting on a post...
Spotted millionaires
Dismantling society
Swooped, so I could scoop
And fumbled
The racialist's football...



Patrick Darnell

What is Mother?

12:30 PM Greeting by Reverend Byron Miller
12:35 PM Psalm 121 by Rev Miller
12:40 PM Lord's Prayer by Assembled in Unison
12:45 PM Eulogy for Mom by Patrick Darnell
12:50 PM Reflections -- by Hunter Paniagua -- by David Darnell -- by Bernadine Foster
1:00 PM Sermonette by Rev Miller
1:10 PM Closing Prayer

In Loving Memory

Jerre Jean Hynds Darnell

Born

December 3, 1926

Entered into rest

April 19, 2013

Houston, Texas

Celebration of Life Services

The Chapel of SouthPark Funeral Home

12:30 PM

April 24, 2013

Officiating 

Reverend Byron Miller

* * * 

A Eulogy for Mom

Some of you know Jerre Jean Hynds Darnell as your coworker. Others know her as your party planner. Some know her as their dance partner. The board of Directors knew her as that fastidious worker. You might have caught her style as she walked the runway at the Country Place style show. Maybe you see her in her yard. You might see her praying with her church circle. Many know her as your top secret confidante. Many, many know her as that ravishing beauty. I don't often use the word ravishing, but in Mom's case she is.

But you see, Jerre Jean Hynds Darnell is my Mother!

She bore me, she named me with her heart of hearts husband, and she raised me.

My brother and sisters know of what I speak.

Most important to me is that Mom always speaks the truth. Jerre Darnell always tells the truth. That is her way. The truth isn't always the most popular thing we want to hear. Sometimes when she said those truths, it would make me want to run and hide. And she always stuck to her guns. If you fidgeted, she tells you to sit tight. If you tried to pull her away from her important task, she tells you to hold your horses.

When conversations become nonsensical, Mom relies on her maternal wisdom. Her truth statements have become pearls in her children's, grandchildren's, and great-grandchildren's lives. Mom's wisdom, you see, comes back to her.

Mom and her steadfast friend, Robert, are blessed with long lives, 67 years of which they have been husband and wife.

What is Mother --

what is Mother,
without her house
and her child?

Her babies
are born and grown
in her domicile

Many houses
Mom has known
Many seeds she has sown,

Where she settled
she made it her own.

As years gathered numbers
some ideals are put to rest
her children, now with children,
are wiser, never alone, at best,
for Mother journeys with us ...

See all their bright little faces
Hear their falsetto voices,
... full of trust, truth, and whim,
Creating such a din.

Thank you all for coming.

Patrick Darnell

Mom

It's how we slip away
Little did we know
That you would one day
... leave us here alone

You were the most beautiful
we had ever seen
life was merciful
... you left no un-turned stone


Patrick Darnell

Sleeper Movie Review

Imagine our future
as seen in this Woody Allen suture
Apes don't read philosophy
so each one could be out for one's self ...
... , our future was sunny
Maybe back when,
Woody Allen was funny.
by Pat Darnell

It was late one early night
we were watching "Sleeper" on the tube--
you know, with Keaton and her Silly putty nose ...
She claims two positions and trends:
... 'Sex' and 'Death' as harbingers --
presage to what will become --
but as those two ideas intend ...
... already have been done, ... yes, dead ringers,
That,
When it comes to an end ... we wish it to go on.

Elm Street is much changed
Robots like HAL, the avenues roam,
getting confused at crossroads
just like humans getting hanged --
like Jurors' contrasting impressions,
Ambivalent as Nietzsche tomes ...
... adverse to change in direction,
... static as gnomes

By the way;
Sleeper never sleeps and,
whatever he eats, he slips on --
like it cannot be real,
because peels and rinds remain behind ...
with giant chicken,
which prompts the plot to thicken
and creates apprehension ...
... about His POD left around to satisfy
His pons ... Woe is me ...

Di's and Wood's very funny troubles
often bring out their stunt doubles --
like His new robot dog pet, Tricky-woo,
when Sleeper gets his brain rubbed out
-- Puppy is a true sport too ...
as its command is his master's wishes ...
... makes one question about:
'Say, what about the fishes?'

We wonder why
She disbelieves He;
... because later He disbelieves She;
all because 'Big Brother ...
... redesigns their pedigrees;
so that two equals three --
'Till the end we are a'swirl,
but thankfully, in final scene ...
da' Boy kisses da' Girl.

[pd\Bryan TX\04.16.2010]
Patrick Darnell

I have become
All things unattractive
where once a jaw
Now a roll
Where once a crouch
Now a pouch
Where once a leap
Now a creep
Lonely as a lighthouse keeper --
Third generation keeper that is --
Perturbed at day and
night fretting against lifestyle I inherit
Witness many shipwrecks
On stones of sand and rocks
Hidden midst panes
of light and ‘midst uncertain sea life
Where once sea froze
Was it safe to walk under
Relying might we with what we chose
to use boots as boats
Frozen toe
and guts Alone
as a wind gust
Nature christened "Bad Temperament" safe
to christen also Other souls
letting go
Bodies mashed 'tween wall
Of water and toe of tower warnings
turn in bearings to signal friendlies journeys
Friendlier and friendliest peers
Neighbors look into vapors
stare at sea wave bombs --
Some frightened; some remain calm --
And ask ‘What can we do?’
We built a pier
To tie me froze boat
We sank down below water line
And towed
pulling lines in towed more
Till we froze
and float
Yet yonder,
at tide line
Dry patches pavement
Scant puddles
left Like toed nails
appointment
Against climates addled temperament
On piers lay soldiers’ wives
at shore children’s wails
Crying, bereft against torrents of ignoble swales
Uncertain rigors prevents
Eternal pathos to prevail though
abundant trouble
To die, turn up one’s toes
A chap should be what he can do!
And not as he's told.

PD / 24 Jan 06

Warrantless Wiretapping Is So Passe :: MAY 6, 2013

Those bed bugs
 might be wired bugs
 voices you hear
 might be exceedingly queer

But the sham
 in the Sam I am
 is these bugs
 cannot be fumigated

And poor old Obama
 with his bipolar drama
 just wants to avoid
 being assassinated …

So, join up Nation
 listen to your papa
 and in your pie hole
 we’ll put a stopper!

*[another warrantless impromptu poem generator of a post, Pribek]*

Patrick Darnell

Reference
http://pribek.net/2013/05/06/warrantless-wiretapping-is-so-passe/comment-page-1/#comment-30770

Truncated History of future Moon Base “New Australia” 2108

Goat Heads of the Mists 
Out of the mists
Ascend goats
Toppling cairns
Riding magma moat
Of conformation
And advent

Amid new Tibetan craters
Stiffened n’ arched spines
Hoofed charger,
ramming speed
Radiant goat
heads butting, butting
Sure-foot woolen beast
Carved in stone
Circumstance and path
Origins of goat alphabet
Goateed alphabet of rut
In New Australia 2108

The Hitchhiker
Turning the tables
Always led to
Increase in hitchhiking
Why?
Due to turn-about
Is still fair-play

Canyon freckled
Creation reckoned
Space time beckoned
Journey on spinning spheres

Litany of courage
Frailty of flash
Hounded, lest forgotten
Satan shackled
at last

Creation ending
Creation unfolding
Only restart of something
Rewind and fast forward

Woolly barber
intending well shearer
Lamb of God
Reckoned beaker
Promise perfect

Garden lair
and Rams’ pairs
Creation of mist
Ram heads in the air


Sun not up yet
In dawn haze
She is there; She is there
Horned owl, winged lion
Catching frog eyes
To swallow

Drops down
Plucks them
From grassy hideaways
Fills her gullet

Sharp her eyes
Sharper talons
Her direct flight
Efficient and fruitful
Sends chills down
A morning spine

Rabbits run across lupines
on Grandmother’s grave
stop abrupt, give vigil gaze

...above in predawn predation haze
First light; she splinters off
To her loftier nest
full of Owlets, hungry
For rat, frog and fish

-- Life evident

birth Burdened with Myth
Owl knows well that night
is Living history of moon light
Lunar specter as light reflector
Like an hour of darkness laser

Moon has been burdened
As accurate metaphor for Satan
Masquerading as source of light
But really only reflecting
some True light down on paths
Of those living in darkness --
Truth eclipses comparison
but Satan was shackled
by the Son

Explorer
Pygmy rock bounder
Horned errant
As mists lifts
Burning away
Stratified
Immersed
Pledged woolly robed visitor
In secrets earnest

To charge enemies who
Advance in truest form
Train eyes sternest
Cry: "Forward --
“No retreat”

Woes freighted
As traumas converge
Valor splendid
On shoulders
In morning mists
As moon and sun
Set and rise

with moon wind between

ram heads
Filling sky
Barely above mists
Eye on eye
Brains of rams
and goat heads of the mists
leaping in sixth sense
high flying in gravity sixth

The Naked Stalk
Mote, threshed loosed
chaff
Dry grass,
sodder
Stalks of grain, straw,
Stubble of
Naked husk
To settle forth
Vapors
Chaff

Lecherous she-things
seem to steam out
of walls, and seams
And even from books

Acting on treachery
Everywhere --
Even from her regard
In possession of she-brain

She-goat Elizabeth
Mourns the mist
‘Must we wake to mist?
Every morn?’
She asks Brother Charles
And Freddie Fodder

Self interestHeightened senses, much like,
Reality is no reality...
surrounded by gravity
So must pass through
Deaf, dumb processing
Go they, so, virtually
Real, eh...
And that’s not all

There is self service
It is complicated, much like,
"Who said we should clip wings
"And tag bears
"And skin leopards ?"

Some curse of dust
moon settlers continue to live under
Proceeding with others’ wishes
Like once was said --
It is complicatedMuch like Freemasonry,

and cults of fertility

How else could

well meaning descendant's'

of Baal find redeeming lives

than by staging robust migrate

to Lunar Base 2108?

Too many replications
Destroy antidotes
No one will baby sit
Like billy goats
No being does--
No caste has
gone this remote

New Australia
A goat kissed the mist
Her name is D V Dram,
She was looking for
2020 exhibits on Main
At Chevy Chase Ray
in New Cairo, Siam

She did a quick search
On her Bic.surgeX
To match the beast
At her feet, on its leash
With something
Recognizable of late
In her "Lunar Navigator
Correlative plates"

As missionary to moon
Her mission had been
Preach -- teach -- reach
But how
If she could not even
Understand
The primal screech
or errant bray
Of a flawed speech

How D V Dram
Worried for her kind
The boulevard
Was vacated at this time
But a large building
Was teeming
With fellow goat-herds seeming
To cajole and work
So there she commenced
To investigate the edifice where
The sign read "New Australia
Public Works and Metal Bending
Relics and Attributes Division"

Loud equipment
Being run by
Even louder natives
Conveyors fed presses
Up and down went machines
Banging thunderously
Into their bases 
Where from afterward
Bent metal shot out
Onto belts and rollers
To where sparks flew
As parts got welded

D V Dram’s wrist vibrated
To show her the implicated
Match to her query of late
"It is a Dog-Cat,somewhat matriculated"
"Thanks, SurgeX, return to steady state.."

Ecosystem Evidence
What truly is Remarkable
There is an entire ecosystem
Living collective, in and under
The "Public Works and Metal Bending
Relics and Attributes Division"
Factory floor
of Moon marble

where giant plants have rooted
growing great leaves fluted
Covering large stipules
Sticking out and being
Cross fertilized
By hummingbird spicules

Actually clones of hover
Drop tiny substance
On the flat leaves where
Large slugs scoot
along stems and roots
slurping up
droppings and algae
peanut shells, and grimy
Nicotine scale -- while

Winged butterflies follow
Their sluggish friends
And poke in turn
in the dust
on pollen laden heads
Of hummingbird's

Circles of oily fungi
Form in the slug slime
Growing into mushrooms
Of lunar kind

Microscopic inspection
Would doubtless reveal
An entire sub-visible thrill
Of thistle and seed
Typical of nature's industry
Of outback flotsam and debris
Underway now for a century

UBILAM
Just so we are all
up to speed --
On the same page,
Concerning chaos of age --
Noting its all the rage online
with settlers of

"New Australia Lunar" Stage
Is not a gate of heaven
by any sage...

Goats had hitchhiked
To lunar surface early
And Goat DNA had
Entered the "Errol Morris
Clone Factory" accidentally

And today was Day of the Dead
On Ubilam Beach, where

their leader calls out namesof passed away beloved

"Bedlam, Balaam, Belem, Balsam
"Bart rap, Bangles and Bartech --"
Called Bursar the Human Zy Goat
Calling out names of his dead
And departed relatives

The new races
Of New Australia
Were exceptionally strict
Well-measured and manicured
Almost Draconian ticked

They established a cemetery for pets
And a thin blue line
For security

They held festivals regularly
Such as: Misters of Death
Like today, and Fogs of War,
And, Mists of Plutonium
Or, Holographic Holocaust horror

Also, was a day of Locusts
and The Squid and the Whale

And the naming by Bursar stopped...

Even now
As new Goat Herds
Trippingly Pronk
And roust
Bounding in the kettle moraine
Of lunar surface

One of best times in their
Golden era was 7 x 6
Lunar cycles of childhoods
pre-Time when pupae
Out-birthed as humanoids
Into conditions favorable
And not toxin to clones
Mixed with mountain stock
Of venerable RAM’s analog

As factors allow
Childhoods to reach fruition
In accordance of some singularity
Known as pre-bang mechanics

Abiding no longer
Just as a mental construct
But as a mistake of science
Achieving furtherance

Through moderate living attribute
Of environmental factors and

With pollutants in abate
Meeting effectively all appraisal
For lunar base New Australia 2108

by Patrick Darnell, 05.31.2008

______________________________Reference
Some Links:
Goat Heads of the Mists gets my goat Richard Berry – Friday, February 08, 08
http://timea.rice.edu/index.html Cairo PHOTOS

Please visit the Mystery Topic Challenge Blog to view all of the other entries. Once you've read them all, please be sure to vote HERE for your favorite. Or click on these to read from here:
Mr. President
Some Go Softly

Recently I found a news clip and article on NASA gearing up for a new moon mission. This time it’s hoping to build a lunar city. Right now it’s mainly for scientific purposes, but years from now, who knows? If anyone’s interested, you can find the news clip and article here:
http://sunnydreamer.net/aprjun2008/lunar_cities.shtml : http://sunnydreamer.net/
It’s 100 years later, after NASA’s inital lunar city mission. People have started to colonize the moon. You are among the colonists. Write about your reasons for leaving Earth, why you like or hate living on the moon, and any adventures you had the first month you moved there. If that’s a lot, you can just focus on a part of this challenge; that’s all right too.

doodlebug has sent you a link to a blog: daddy, i loved your writing :) the photos were trippy as well Blog: MooPig Wisdom Post: MTC 12 "Unsettling Settlers" Link: http://moopigwisdom.blogspot.com/2008/05/mtc-12.html

http://lunar.gsfc.nasa.gov/moonfacts.html

Patrick Darnell

Contrasts

Sometimes I completely love my family
Other times it is like the landing of Normandy ...
... That is not all.

Much of the time between
I am suffering along with them all
... in the empathy way.

My brothers and sisters annoy me
and to their mind I am a pain
... that is normal

But then one of them
tells me a dream he had
... and it is lazik

Without family we toil
but with family we boil
... we are each's foil.



Patrick Darnell

Ode to Trudeau

by Pat Darnell

Kevin Trudeau makes claims
says "I am your main man" ...
Flim-flam man on TV shows
-- could sell lip gloss
to a chicken --
-- a thermidor
to a lobster --
-- a pair of large claws
to nude PETA czars --
because what Kev says, goes...

Goes where we do not know
... it seems, to MonteNegro ...
Kevin Trudeau alerts his skein
-- Send $12.95 USA, or,
$22.95 Canadian --
when you buy his plan,
The only truth though,
Kev's a Robot, not a man

Live forever Monsignore of Claims,
TV Pope of rock roll back slidin' games
-- try your luck with bagels
or Electro-magnetic draedals --
saturate hours, 2000 a year
to boast of powers, to bend our ear

Great move when you offer despair,
and get demised Tammy Faye on air,
-- tell her you found a way
to bring her back to play
as Side-kick to your babbling faker
who very much resembles Jim Bakker


Friday, October 02, 2009
Patrick Darnell

On the eleventh day of wisdom
my true love gave to me
one plus ten
mercedes benz
my friends I know
all got Porch'es
i guess we're
on the mends

Jesus din't hang
with Pharisees, no, no
he hung with people,
folks like you and me

folks at weddings
and fondue dinners
and toasts with Guiness
and roasts with goats
and all night benders
sweet scented candles
and midnight rambles

and He prayed judicious --
don't you think me ridiculous
did' 'cha think me a wee bit raw
Jesus ... he's the man by yards,
Jesus ... with me very own Paw
would've played friendly cards --
Then skate up Tony Hawks,
hang a 720 ... while TEXTING large...
Hanging ten, making us fishers of men

eleven is that number
that begs one more for twelve
but Porsche, Benz, and a bumper
of course of Chevrolet's
just fine for elevens
no more will i crave...

Jesus is three out'ta one
and sure e'nuff din't hang
with no Pharisee, none a'non
don' be you dawdling
While He the Lord Jesus Christ in swaddling,
is hanging with Sanford and Son



Patrick Darnell 12-23-2009

I Cannot Sleep

Can't sleep?
I know that anxiety,
sweat on the pillow,
crick in the neck ...

I know I am not a kind man
I don't do little dances
to make children giggle ...

I am a mimic
a fraud, case of nerves,
fearful to be left alone,

Carried issues around
like toadstools
issues that I get to later...
maybe.

It hasn't been fun ...
Nope.
When do I wake up?
Which expert do I call?
I am not a beautiful man,
I cannot sleep.



Patrick Darnell

Impromptu Limericks from Life

""Anyone who watches it and is so much succumbed to it they are almost hypnotised and seduced by Rugby League!""


That needs a Limerick:

There was a young Muslim from Bekk,
Whose life was a total wreck,
He saw a game of rugby,
The winners brought the bubbly,
So gaunt Muslim from his habit did trek...



Patrick Darnell

Even though there are 2000 Books and Films

The nation pays for chronic double mistrust
Confidence in government has declined
Participation in voting has gone down
National appetite encourages peddlerism
Evil is never easy to accept...
... Let it go ...
Time to accept the conclusion
There is no evidence to contradict
... the establishment.



Patrick Darnell

Fallacies

Fallacious
Argument
Lacking
Logic
Associated to
Closeted
Informality
Exploiting
Syllogisms



Patrick Darnell

Offering False Reasons

Forty fallacies
do I count
for these claims
you make...

Your innuendo
masquerades
like a hyperbole
I can see the weasler
in its incredulity.

Reasons good or bad
the meeting falls short
your pseudo-reasoning
begs no further retort.

Behind your apple polishing
is a red herring
smelling to high heaven
and truth deterring...

Give me reasons
to discuss good and greed
and I will soon forget
your bad seed.



Patrick Darnell

Shorter than Short

The world is full
Of souls
Who
Cannot
See tomorrow
Because of
All
their
Yesterdays.


Patrick Darnell

Epilogue

The jury got up and walked
to morning things and specialties
Happy they with what they'd seen
Aware of each's own history.

"Welcome," said they, "to the world ours."
... Moments were passing as hours.
Then their kisses hit my face like meteors,
Still, I dress in closets with glass doors.



Patrick Darnell

Safe in the Realm

"We are young, then we are old,"
Said the wise owl to the toad.
"Hummmfff... ribbit?" was the reply though.

The hummingbird whirs
To tell the deer of other birds ...
But antlered ears cannot hear
Nor understand hummingbird words.

Nor can the aardvark see
a skunk's point-or-view ...
Beyond his long snout and termite stew.

The rabbit does things exceptional
With rabbits' foot;
Though the bear considers it an insult.

Yet, who builds a dam of off fall
to fashion a pond giving drink to all?

And the white-tail runs through dense woods
Warning others when danger intrudes.

While bears protect their cubs
And owls watch the tree tops,
All are safe as peers of the realm.




Patrick Darnell

I am a Planet

I am a Planet.

One of Terra Kichas, zillion, s'millions planets.

In a solar system
In a galaxy
In a universe
In a superuniverse.

I have height and depth ...
Width and breadth.
And space, lots of space.

Life lies asleep Slepus Numbus billion zillions years.

Then when conditions are right
Life happens very fast;

It multiplies rapidly

Making a soup
Of a Planet such as me.

I am alive in the universe.



Patrick and Samantha Darnell (1990)

Impossible House

When I get big, I'm going to build a house.

...What kind?

Oh I think it will be on Mars.

... That's an impossible house.

How about a house on the ocean:
I'll build that one.

... That's an impossible house.

I know, I'll build on that can fly!

... Seems impossible to me.

Okay, I'll build a house where fish can be.

... Oh, Tiffany!

Where else can one be:
if not the sky, space, or sea?

... Why not a simple house?

Okay, I'll build a house on a hill
A cedar house for you and me,
And, a swing for maybe three!


Patrick Darnell

Tote the Basket

I have strong
Opinion
Where this basket
Should be.

You
Who dare
To be
A prophet:

Listen to me!



Patrick Darnell

Hello Pumpkin Whisper

Did you know your support
Is in your early memories,
Fondest memories?

Maybe I'm not your fondest
Maybe I'm the one you fought too often...

Can you imagine a pumpkin patch,
Did you walk in an apple orchard?
With whom ... were you scared?

Were you tempted to kick a plump pumpkin...
Or toss an apple at your friend?

Which is your favorite season:
Fall, Winter, Spring ...
Summer is too hot!


Patrick Darnell

My Feet Follow My Nose

My lips tend to follow my nose,
... Anything that goes.
My tongue wants to taste,
... What my lips try and chase.
My eyes squint to detect,
... but blink as my head genuflects,
My neck twists to give the other cheek,
... As my ears were curious to seek.
Shoulders lean
... As the neck twists again,
Arms pendulum swing,
... As the body ambulates,
Swinging arms might rend,
... Waist to crunch, legs to tighten,
While knees will soften and bend
... Feet shall consequently descend
Firmly, while balancing the mass,
... Making imprints in the grass.
So , for anything that goes,
... My feet follow my nose.



Patrick Darnell

Credo

I believe in the intra-uterine genesis
I believe in the perpetuation of the species
I believe in the Son of Man.

I believe today as to be the beginning
Yesterday is the past
And God to be the fearful future.

I believe in discovery of mans' personal strength
And in the persevering strength of woman
I believe in the coalition of these strengths.

I believe in professing the Apostles' Creed
I believe in the sainthood of children
I believe personality is a very gentle
... and fragile subject to be dealt with.

I believe in the tragedy, comedy and fantasy of Life,
I believe in the subtle nature of contentment,
I believe in talking to Jesus through prayer ...

I believe in the final outcome
I believe in the means to it,
I believe in resurrection and judgment.

One final belief, through faith am I personalized,
That I have personalized an understanding
of the three part God.




Patrick Darnell (1984)

Mother's Day Sentiment

What is Mother without
Her house and child?
Babies are born
and grown in her domicile.
Many houses she has known,
Many seeds she has sown,
Where she settled, made it her own ...

As years gather number
Some ideals are put to rest
Children now with children
Are wiser, but never, at best, alone
for Mother journeys with them
Seeing always bright little faces
... Hearing falsetto voices
in a din ... full of trust and whim.



Patrick Darnell

Never Yours

See this leg, mine --
It's been with me
All my life,
I'll write it down
and sign it:
ALL MY LIFE!
PD.

This towel
... on the other hand ...
When it appears in the stack on top,
of mismatched white, pink, and violet,
Bathing rags and towels
I stare in disbelief that
This green towel is still around,
It's been twenty years --
Is this towel never yours?


Patrick Darnell

Church is the Body

Fulfillment of Creation
the body developing
Each new segment important:
... politic
... law
... evangelism
... sanctification
... Marriage

The bride, creation perfected
... in woman
... in procreation
God creating thus
Speaking to me,
Speaking to all,
Through you
In these words
As I write.



Patrick Darnell

Christmas in December

Cold blankets the earth
Winter dark covers the city,
Muffles sound, freezes the ground,
Cold people would like to know their worth
Alone on their earth wandering about town
Searching for places snow bound,
and landmarks no where to be found.

Peace and warmth could sudden be found
A warm coat to wrap around
While snow falls ever so lightly
... in a hush,
Remember then the others,
Light may fill winter dark

As god reveals Himself
In like manner at autumn's demise,
Enduring peoples' passions
Ever in awe of Creation
... His birth ...
He, Emmanuel, deity on earth.


Patrick Darnell

Curtain of Tears

Stiff fog tonight
Cambridge
Planes creeping
No sight
Tired eyes
I'll be damned
Crawling through mists
To columns' bases
Fluted to the extreme, and tall.




Patrick Darnell

Barf Abuse Sandwiches

This is my fantasy:
We go out
and I buy for you maybe
a really expensive outfit...

Then you simply
out of gratitude
roll me over and
do the wild deed
of love-making ...

Then when you are through
you are not gratified ...
Wanting nothing
more from me ...

You want something
from the one you love ...
desiring, anticipating ...
occurrences -- forget about me ...

Then, lighting your cigarette,
walk to the refrigerator, open the door --
light floods the dark room
revealing a carton of milk
and left-over barf abuse sandwiches
from last night.

Patrick Darnell

Which Direction Your Tears

Which direction your tears,
Were they wont, worry, or care?

Sobs of encouragement
Messengers of sorrow
Visiting separated lovers
As their touch be gone tomorrow?

This house empty
Bearing no life, could it
Bear the sorrow of no promise?

When you woke in terror spoke
... No, please, no ...
Is this fear to fail
In loving too deeply
In obscurity, fathomless?

Wont these tears of yours
And mine; tasting of salt
The worrisome present worry
Of being alone and without.

Which direction your tears,
Which wont, worry, care has wrought?






Patrick Darnell

Men Laud the Entertainer

Truth is for a human
His days are numbered
But human nature seems against truth ...

Prophets' reward is death
to the nearest decade
So they better have the feeling tonight
Speak gibberish, as fanatics cry,

See becalmed stance of man possessed
As in caverns miserable,
having jumbled thoughts
in eye of hurricane...?

Dwelling midst crags, this entertainer,
flim-flam man held in by slippery walls,
wandering not far on perilous crags,
Entertainer would scarcely survive wilderness,
... though he be lauded...




Patrick Darnell

Portage Chips

That woman caught
my eye every time
... without provocation
She has two girls with her
and her husband ...
I over heard her say
They're from Colorado
That's not all...

She misjudged distances
from Cleveland to Minnesota
... and back,
and, across Illinois ...
just how far is it?

Should I know?
I really need someone
to talk to
... is there a USO
here in Ohio?

Distracting, this lady
too distracting her family,
I'm too sleepy to drive on
And completely out of portage chips.


Patrick Darnell

Under Emotional

To be over emotional
Obsessed, poor, lost ...

Impoverished.

Is there a pill for this
... to take
So I could be under emotional
Hungering for stimulus
Denying to cry ...
When small things die?



Patrick Darnell

Time Card

Time ticks
As I get out of bed
Brush my head
Know that I have
a clock to beat

With scheduled work
A set time, certain place,
And a boss to heed
To the clock I flee

Laugh me then
At my haste
The clock is FAST
I've punched in
... ten minutes LATE!



Patrick Darnell

The System Grows

Passages of Corporate Burnout

Naivete
Grimness
Shock
Coastal cool
Snide
System Analyst
Assail-ship
Searcher
Memoir
Verbal deals
A employees
Socializer
Service creep

Deficit

Written deals
B-employee
Politicker
Indentured slavery

Debt

Patrick Darnell

I Dress in a Closet with Glass Doors

I dress in a closet that has glass doors
Through which others walk would kiss me
And inspect my clothes serenity to restore
But their rapport causes duress in closet with me

They all watch me while I dress
Through doors with etched glass
Froze I and stood very still
For to breathe I could not -- no will.

Said one she: 'Close the door I am total bare,'
Said she this as washed she her hair.
'So I see,' said I as I stand and stare.

'Close then your eyes while to closet go I
My bareness there in closet deposit.
Leather not nor silk pleasure there
Only denim rubbing my skin cannot forebear.'

She in leather coat and silk underwear
Leather boots, cotton, and other things
Accessories and morning song to sing
'Where will you be?' queried she;

She opened the glass doors to give me a kisses
And kiss back, I could, my missus' ...
To where I answered 'I do not know,'
She said, 'Oh, then see you in a week.'





Patrick Darnell

Miscreant Blues

I go down to the river
to drown myself, but my super body
won't let me.

I go down to the river
to drown myself, but my super body
swim me back up.

Go on, take this hair off my head
give it to somebody, I don' care
take these teeth and fingernails
give them to somebody else
to bite and scratch and flail
I don't want them ...
swim me up when I should be gone.

Take these hands and these arms
take these feet too ...
and these ears for someone proper;
give these elbows to someone softer.

I go down to the river
to drown myself but my super body
float me up ... and it's you!
You who love me ... won't give me up ...
So, I won't go down to the river
I'll just stay here forever.





Patrick Darnell

Slanters

Downplayers
Escaping,
So called,
quantum jumping,
service industrialists
in disparaging absence
'Pardon the expression, but,
is that your dysphemism?'

Can't you soften that
with a euphemism?
Tyson a rapist?
That's a loaded question,
My old man
drives a jalopy...
would be more pleasing, eh?

Disenfranchised
partners tried to weasel out
by nudging their bets...
But their contact
provided a proof surrogate,
Every body loses.

Central casting needed
someone dangerous,
someone savage,
someone philosophical
some guerrilla fighters,
and someone archetypal ...

But they found only tired
old rhetorical players
Psychopathic liars and
persuasion spinners
... packaged stereotypes.






Patrick Darnell

MAIEUTIC

Midwife
Antagonist
Interrogation
Educational
jUdgment
Teaching
Induction
Critical thinking

MAIEUTIC.
Accept
Reject
Challenge

Patrick Darnell

Second Age Sexuality: Rage of Wild Horses Bridled

The end of the era of sex shall be like the
Unsaddling of wild horses, and in their rage
at having been bridled... rage coupled
with its release as it is pulled through death
into the aspirator of steam then fused
To a peaceful symbiotic spirit
In second coming -- second age of sexuality.

The soul may at last rest peaceably
Waiting its second commandment
After the first directive of peace
He said 'Go forth and proliferate.'

But by the juxtaposed jewels of Judas;
And parallel protuberances of the Pope;
Sex should die in the second age?

How then shall they proliferate?
No! ... Sexuality lives yet in the rebirth.
In its proper state.

As creation is intra-uterine ...
That cannot change over time,
Revealing the second coming is
a brief Midwesterner's Paradox,
After all only a gnat's sneezing,
... a whale's blinking
In the ever whole scheme of eternity.



Patrick Darnell

Words is dumb
Yep, they do not speak
Nor do they hear
Soliloquy this repeat

Words be dumb.
Words do not say
What be in my head;
Nor bleed what be in my heart.



Patrick Darnell

Da' Rap

Poke a hole in a stomach-a'
Take out DNA 'a 'a
Stick'a in'a sir--ringe 'a 'a ...
Put in 'a leetle tube 'a

Clone to da bone ...
Clone to da bone ...
So we can be to-geth-a
Fo-ev-'a


Patrick Darnell

Tree

You are so static
My eyes you at first
do not attract

Density, depth,
Passage in a forest
Give you shape
though surrounded in dark

If not for thine flower
Passing quietly in night shade
to the forest floor
After brief shower.

You sang in a whisper
Sudsing your lengthy veins
In widowed rain...
After night's heavy dew.

Lessor beings have bedded down
Theirs to ever sleep ...
... trees, living monuments,
Earth derived self-sufficiency

The night wind
delivers soul the message
These thoughts for thee
May one day be
Though long suffering
and time worn
Refuges in your boughs
Testimony of your great power.


Patrick Darnell

Though constantly man seeks nugget to exploit
And riches constantly to spill
Earth unafraid to their quest to spoil
In grace, nor in martyrdom could not be killed,
Potential ambiguity unfulfilled

Always special, whether eccentric in position
Round and full of gravity
Or esoteric, melancholy, ever cooling
Ever hot, and obscure in history ...

As in the housing of deity, Earth shall
House mankind, whether he wants it or not.
Earth's grandest scheme in specificity
To house man whether he likes it or not.




Patrick Darnell

Earth's Grandest :: "Invasion"

Trees know only movement centuries rooted
in one place allows; initial
Branch'ed grand papas seem well suited
To communicate well in their vigils,

I am the invader who shall be
Found guilty of trespass, for the elements
Of surprise are conflicts' testament,
And trees witness all events.



Patrick Darnell

Beware, she's the Reverend's Daughter

Uptown, near sweet corn vendor
... and the 'Your Name Here Tattoo Parlor.' ...

Bum's been living off waste, sleeping in vestibules
... of Brownstone portals.

'Making it through one more freezing night
... don't make you immortal.'

Early March flurries of snow, make it unseasonably cold
...'might as well get comfortable in my own brain.

How does that song go again ...?
... 'Move like Jagger... Move like Jagger ...'

Phone battery is dead, been dead for ages
... Oooops, just like I thought, No new messages.

Maybe if I turn my clothes inside out
... I would be warmer.

I remember when I could spoon
... with, what's her name ... Nor, Nor, Nor, Norma?

He lies on the hard walk, dreaming of when he was taller,
... wakes up under the sign of 'Your Name Here Tattoo Parlor.'


Patrick Darnell

Beautiful Pasta

Where there is beauty
... there is pasta.

and patters of butter
... on angel wings.

Cheese and yolk
... here, there, everywhere.

Teeth cannot keep pace
with the gorging on keen
... milkened disguised
... cultured surprise.

Plate, let me lick you,
... before puppy gets you!

The palace floor is full of crumbs
... emptied stores after feast is done.

Pots cooled, leftovers to drool,
... after all night boil and fry.

Beautiful pasta in my belly
... till I lay on floor and cry.



Patrick Darnell