by Pat Darnell
I'm a full blooded bureaucrat
Living in an abstract
Married to an acrobat
That is that ...
All is right --
you may think, oh mighty eyes,
read on --
I'm sitting and rolling in the fat
one o' 'dese cats wants to masticate
an' force feed to the alley rats
... I'm not all right wid' that!
Me wife completely cracked
she pushed a heavy shelf and snapped
Tho' she can put her foot behind her back
She can not get past a dog'ass Corpor'at ...
Talkin' shop we learned that
Everything is wrote down in tracts
for insurable interest of Hacks'
... so just they can inscrutably file it away stat.
Now, I'm your standard bureaucrat
sweltering in a basement flat
foisting paper mountains on your back
... further inverting your sacroiliac.
Like me poor wife's sore back
She's sent on home with a rheostat
for keeping data -- ratt-a-tata-tat
So 'dey can write a new tax for that
On the sidewalk you don't spat ...
On the roof you don't wear a hat ...
in Spain ... you don't eat the cat ...
and you don't rat on the lowly bureaucrat ...
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Gratified to Breathe
by Pat Darnell
Just a human being
exposed to all that is
gratified to breathe
fresh air
and occupy a small space
Skull, muscle, flesh
bread, truffle, and fish
gratified in repast
to eat
and present specified face
Shepherds cull their herd
and find pasture
past rocks and mountains
near springs
and nothing goes to waste
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
Just a human being
exposed to all that is
gratified to breathe
fresh air
and occupy a small space
Skull, muscle, flesh
bread, truffle, and fish
gratified in repast
to eat
and present specified face
Shepherds cull their herd
and find pasture
past rocks and mountains
near springs
and nothing goes to waste
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Haiti :: Recent Headlines
A new Prince
by Pat Darnell
Who is the new Prince of Haiti;
He claims the rumpled boulders
that were once a city?
Don't jump into the rivers
Keep yourselves clean
Don't panic.
A man with fever arrives
he is carried into the tent
he was living in a tent
in San Marc
In only hours
this Prince charged amongst us
it devoured many and left us grieving
He came at us from miles away
from upstream
from the clay and sand
This new Prince
is bigger than our president
bigger than our 1000 camps
bigger than Jan 12 earthquake
that claimed 300,000 lives.
This Prince ...
is bigger than God.
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
by Pat Darnell
Who is the new Prince of Haiti;
He claims the rumpled boulders
that were once a city?
Don't jump into the rivers
Keep yourselves clean
Don't panic.
A man with fever arrives
he is carried into the tent
he was living in a tent
in San Marc
In only hours
this Prince charged amongst us
it devoured many and left us grieving
He came at us from miles away
from upstream
from the clay and sand
This new Prince
is bigger than our president
bigger than our 1000 camps
bigger than Jan 12 earthquake
that claimed 300,000 lives.
This Prince ...
is bigger than God.
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Emancipated
I was not rated
so I cannot be underrated
so of course...
never overrated likewise
When I say
the hole in my chest
is a fatal wound
bleeding from raising children
It should create impact
it is a symptom
possibly of disloyalty, ambiguity
from shelter people in their
profiteering
On my account; no festival please
Hope, no reveling
just surviving
making life one more day
No furnished bisque
no bouquets, no nosegay
only charity schisms
perchance escape criticism
Don't know why
Don't know when
Service became a job
and Public Works became a business
It has something to do
with water to live on
that Living Water promise
made reproachfully
I approach carefully
a common door
once I go through
I am emancipated, or so.
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
so I cannot be underrated
so of course...
never overrated likewise
When I say
the hole in my chest
is a fatal wound
bleeding from raising children
It should create impact
it is a symptom
possibly of disloyalty, ambiguity
from shelter people in their
profiteering
On my account; no festival please
Hope, no reveling
just surviving
making life one more day
No furnished bisque
no bouquets, no nosegay
only charity schisms
perchance escape criticism
Don't know why
Don't know when
Service became a job
and Public Works became a business
It has something to do
with water to live on
that Living Water promise
made reproachfully
I approach carefully
a common door
once I go through
I am emancipated, or so.
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
Thursday, September 30, 2010
The Comedian
I write poetry
because I'm shallow
Don't quit your day job
they'd tell me
They were right!
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
because I'm shallow
Don't quit your day job
they'd tell me
They were right!
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Maria Bermejo
You did a
D and C
on my heart
pierced it
and scooped it
out of its socket
How do I
introduce you now?
... friend of the family?
Was it
a genetic disorder
that made
me want you,
... at first?
From us
I lost confidence
as you brought
me not one luck
but, your jabs were
difficult. surgical
excelling in pluck
Boxing; you are champ
I never knew at all
such a scamp upstart
softened my glass jaw
Bittersweet, charge and depart,
your victory, my loss
Could you please
return my heart ...
Oh, on second thought
... just keep it!
Nov\2007 | Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
D and C
on my heart
pierced it
and scooped it
out of its socket
How do I
introduce you now?
... friend of the family?
Was it
a genetic disorder
that made
me want you,
... at first?
From us
I lost confidence
as you brought
me not one luck
but, your jabs were
difficult. surgical
excelling in pluck
Boxing; you are champ
I never knew at all
such a scamp upstart
softened my glass jaw
Bittersweet, charge and depart,
your victory, my loss
Could you please
return my heart ...
Oh, on second thought
... just keep it!
Nov\2007 | Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
Monday, September 27, 2010
Disturbed
... Maybe he was trying to
admit his inability to cope
with hypocrisy he sensed
in his church. He had been
preaching in his church
ten years. The experience
of seldom getting feedback,
at his intellect level, well
made him disturbed, mentally...
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
admit his inability to cope
with hypocrisy he sensed
in his church. He had been
preaching in his church
ten years. The experience
of seldom getting feedback,
at his intellect level, well
made him disturbed, mentally...
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Genre Of Repair
Three final words of the twelve
might end in sermon with enough
convincing enough of enough
God Preservation Trust
Who then will preserve us?
With His gift of life
hard knocks and all
taught faith
and sincerity
Life gives life
what for Christ...
Man woman child
Country land
What each mind understands
is found in the air
water in stasis
our genre of repair
Agreement in unison
all saints standing there
good life rages on
In the genre of repair.
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
might end in sermon with enough
convincing enough of enough
God Preservation Trust
Who then will preserve us?
With His gift of life
hard knocks and all
taught faith
and sincerity
Life gives life
what for Christ...
Man woman child
Country land
What each mind understands
is found in the air
water in stasis
our genre of repair
Agreement in unison
all saints standing there
good life rages on
In the genre of repair.
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Shin Kickers Ear Pickers
The first time it happened
I remember clear
Very clear sound
like wind
and someone
playing my head bones
as instruments
notes bounced
side to side
top to bottom
making a salad
of my brain
making patterns
in my head
It happened
long before
stereo and 2%
headphones
Before Reese's Pieces
long before 8-tracks
But there weren't
any headphone jacks
in Mom's Hi Fidelity
GE cabinet turntable
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
The first time it happened
I remember clear
Very clear sound
like wind
and someone
playing my head bones
as instruments
notes bounced
side to side
top to bottom
making a salad
of my brain
making patterns
in my head
It happened
long before
stereo and 2%
headphones
Before Reese's Pieces
long before 8-tracks
But there weren't
any headphone jacks
in Mom's Hi Fidelity
GE cabinet turntable
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Anguish I Feel
The anguish I feel
knocks out possibilities
knocks out pleasure
knocks out joy
The anguish I feel
has me pinned
has me stonewalled
has me astonished
the anguish I feel
derides me
denies me
imbibes me
Anguish
paralyzes
stupefies
immobilizes
no glee
no gladsomeness
no release
just torment
torture, 'n,
travail
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
knocks out possibilities
knocks out pleasure
knocks out joy
The anguish I feel
has me pinned
has me stonewalled
has me astonished
the anguish I feel
derides me
denies me
imbibes me
Anguish
paralyzes
stupefies
immobilizes
no glee
no gladsomeness
no release
just torment
torture, 'n,
travail
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Fathom This
Intellectuals have responsibilities,
But no powers ...
So here goes:
To make this year a new beginning
Every American wanting a new car
... go out and buy a Chevy
All frustrated academicians
... go online and start blogging
All parents who find hope
... encourage your children to prophesy and heal
"My God did we finally do it; really do it," says Charlton
... Stop Look Listen every morning.
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
Intellectuals have responsibilities,
But no powers ...
So here goes:
To make this year a new beginning
Every American wanting a new car
... go out and buy a Chevy
All frustrated academicians
... go online and start blogging
All parents who find hope
... encourage your children to prophesy and heal
"My God did we finally do it; really do it," says Charlton
... Stop Look Listen every morning.
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Globe gone Warm?
Warming globe?
Naw; I don't think so ...
Truth is:
We are all skeletons,
'n We all have trouble,
Letting go.
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
Naw; I don't think so ...
Truth is:
We are all skeletons,
'n We all have trouble,
Letting go.
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
by Pat Darnell
A poem is
germination
of a vine
that withers
or lives
to transport
sustenance
to the fruit
... is
harvest
gathering fruit
pressing
in wine presses
separating
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
germination
of a vine
that withers
or lives
to transport
sustenance
to the fruit
... is
harvest
gathering fruit
pressing
in wine presses
separating
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
Monday, September 6, 2010
Cro mag non Man
I don't want to be
Cro mag non Man
I don't want to shout
when a whisper will stand
Sugar loaf comes to mind
when I think of you
No, don't want to be
No Cro Mag Non kind
I want to be there
When you unwind.
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
Cro mag non Man
I don't want to shout
when a whisper will stand
Sugar loaf comes to mind
when I think of you
No, don't want to be
No Cro Mag Non kind
I want to be there
When you unwind.
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Sorry Captain Harley
BP wants fish that taste best
Not fish with shark skin vests!
The Monarchy is silent
for the oil spoil toil
there has been no kingly recoil
Sorry Charlie:
BP made fish and fowl spoil
now "we" have to recoil
but 'dem sharks
eat anything
What's it like down there
Charlie?
Hey, this is not a shark park,
Charlie.
Sorry Captain Harley
We want sharks that
taste good
not sharks with
good taste ...
Shark skin suits? Bah!
BP wants what's best
If it means sharks
in shark skin vests?
Now there's a sport!
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
Not fish with shark skin vests!
The Monarchy is silent
for the oil spoil toil
there has been no kingly recoil
Sorry Charlie:
BP made fish and fowl spoil
now "we" have to recoil
but 'dem sharks
eat anything
Fishin' hole is spoiled, boy,
Foist ahoy there, Charlie
the fishin' hole is spoiled
Give me a hard port turn
Captain Harley Finvalve Sir
Fin hoist that yardarm
What's it like down there
Charlie?
Hey, this is not a shark park,
Charlie.
Sorry Captain Harley
We want sharks that
taste good
not sharks with
good taste ...
Shark skin suits? Bah!
BP wants what's best
If it means sharks
in shark skin vests?
Fishin' hole is spoiled, boy,
Foist ahoy there, Charlie,
the fishin' hole is spoiled
Give me a hard port turn
Captain Harley Finvalve
Fin hoist that yardarm
Now there's a sport!
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Peter Protocol
Before the Rooster crows
... three denials
Peter is flawed
his fear made him crawl
Don't you know Jesus?
Rooster crows
knee-jerk guilt
Guilty by association
failure
betrayal
by proxy
It's not Me!
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
... three denials
Peter is flawed
his fear made him crawl
Don't you know Jesus?
Rooster crows
knee-jerk guilt
Guilty by association
failure
betrayal
by proxy
It's not Me!
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
Monday, August 30, 2010
What's Up?
Kick back
put up your feet
stretch out your arms
put your hands
behind your head;
give out a big sigh
look up for the sky ...
Oops, there it is
a badly fit
ubiquity inside
a hung ceiling
in this patient room
turned waiting room ...
caged bird
... looking up
two by four drop down
tiles on tracks
that were powder coated
white, faded gray,
dusty 2 x 2 supply vents
twelve feet apart
Return air grilles
2 x 2 at far corner
EXIT sign over door
glowing
Canned lighting to accent
or excite us on floor
oh wait ...
a plastic ligustrum tree
was the target
Over there ...
baby poop color
plastic round
smoke alarm
and some other
alarm stuck up there
Round speaker
with broken plastic
round knob bezel
tight to the tiles
Try, try, try ...
... try to dream
beyond this scheme,
to beautiful skies.
[11\16\08. 1201 Briarcrest]
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
put up your feet
stretch out your arms
put your hands
behind your head;
give out a big sigh
look up for the sky ...
Oops, there it is
a badly fit
ubiquity inside
a hung ceiling
in this patient room
turned waiting room ...
caged bird
... looking up
two by four drop down
tiles on tracks
that were powder coated
white, faded gray,
dusty 2 x 2 supply vents
twelve feet apart
Return air grilles
2 x 2 at far corner
EXIT sign over door
glowing
Canned lighting to accent
or excite us on floor
oh wait ...
a plastic ligustrum tree
was the target
Over there ...
baby poop color
plastic round
smoke alarm
and some other
alarm stuck up there
Round speaker
with broken plastic
round knob bezel
tight to the tiles
Try, try, try ...
... try to dream
beyond this scheme,
to beautiful skies.
[11\16\08. 1201 Briarcrest]
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Curl
Curl ...
in base of
Fibonacci
integrity and
consistency
say's to
profess ...
Like out not
slice of life
but in first
bite of every
harvest ...
Hydro
drag
on structural
elements
till there
on edible flesh
lies ...
a Pearl.
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
in base of
Fibonacci
integrity and
consistency
say's to
profess ...
Like out not
slice of life
but in first
bite of every
harvest ...
Hydro
drag
on structural
elements
till there
on edible flesh
lies ...
a Pearl.
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
6 Reasons why You're Not in the Mood
by Pat Darnell
Show her why she is worthy of your love
Discover 10 ways the blues hurt your health...
Bad enough you feel tired, listless and blue.
Memory loss? ... 10 natural remedies
Fresh Pomodoro Pasta, ... White Beans and Olives
Mental health experts ask: ... Will anyone be normal?
But Lucky you. You're going to Vegas.
-- Oven-Fried Zucchini Sticks !!
What 'clinically proven' means to you
AND -- Modest weight loss may curb urine leakage
So, do you know Ways to get from slow to go
Get designer brands up to 70% off retail;
Flower arrangements for any occasion
Your opinion is valuable. Get paid for what you know,
And when you arrive ... take what they give,
Permanent enlarged penis with Dr. Duress --
Grow 4 Inches and 150% wide in 90 days or less
But you only have 89 days left to live ...
Did you suffer from injuries from your Accutane use?
No worries --
Pills On Sale. Quality VIAGRA $1.89, LEVITRA $3.29 and $2.29 CIALIS
All about keeping an eye on your home.
What good is a roof over your head if it leaks?
It's a big job, but someone has to do it.
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
Show her why she is worthy of your love
Discover 10 ways the blues hurt your health...
Bad enough you feel tired, listless and blue.
Memory loss? ... 10 natural remedies
Fresh Pomodoro Pasta, ... White Beans and Olives
Mental health experts ask: ... Will anyone be normal?
But Lucky you. You're going to Vegas.
-- Oven-Fried Zucchini Sticks !!
What 'clinically proven' means to you
AND -- Modest weight loss may curb urine leakage
So, do you know Ways to get from slow to go
Get designer brands up to 70% off retail;
Flower arrangements for any occasion
Your opinion is valuable. Get paid for what you know,
And when you arrive ... take what they give,
Permanent enlarged penis with Dr. Duress --
Grow 4 Inches and 150% wide in 90 days or less
But you only have 89 days left to live ...
Did you suffer from injuries from your Accutane use?
No worries --
Pills On Sale. Quality VIAGRA $1.89, LEVITRA $3.29 and $2.29 CIALIS
All about keeping an eye on your home.
What good is a roof over your head if it leaks?
It's a big job, but someone has to do it.
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Pretty Woman Revisited
by Pat Darnell
Somewhere there is a good picture
of you with me
when we were young
and I pleased you
in every way
Now you hold my heart
no other may hold it
... star struck melody
you crossing the street
when the ground trembles
I think of you
When I see our child
it's you he resembles
I lived and I died
in your arms before
... do it all again
would I ...
For this picture when
we were young
and I am still yours
across all avenues
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
Somewhere there is a good picture
of you with me
when we were young
and I pleased you
in every way
Now you hold my heart
no other may hold it
... star struck melody
you crossing the street
when the ground trembles
I think of you
When I see our child
it's you he resembles
I lived and I died
in your arms before
... do it all again
would I ...
For this picture when
we were young
and I am still yours
across all avenues
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Reverse Engineering Terrorist Attack
Dixie crowded barges
floating flotilla carnival
tight-roped trail rider
gets on with his smoke
Down river white trash from Texas
Lantern ladened wagon
Sleepy dog-faced patrons
Go direct to the heat of Dallas
They get tickled drunk
and someone owns an idea --
but some fella in a corner
thinks it's his mission.
he makes a bunch of
suicide videos
and writes a series of
last notes
he checks in to
last chance resort motel
and makes booty calls
hires an escort infidel
A deadly mixture
a mutt from Texas
Arms go left, feet go right,
Body don't look just right,
finds two Volunteers from Tennessee,
Out of the North
Out of the Night
Poor boy goin' lose his life.
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
floating flotilla carnival
tight-roped trail rider
gets on with his smoke
Down river white trash from Texas
Lantern ladened wagon
Sleepy dog-faced patrons
Go direct to the heat of Dallas
They get tickled drunk
and someone owns an idea --
but some fella in a corner
thinks it's his mission.
he makes a bunch of
suicide videos
and writes a series of
last notes
he checks in to
last chance resort motel
and makes booty calls
hires an escort infidel
A deadly mixture
a mutt from Texas
Arms go left, feet go right,
Body don't look just right,
finds two Volunteers from Tennessee,
Out of the North
Out of the Night
Poor boy goin' lose his life.
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Whiskey, Wimmen and Whisker Burns
(An Old Song Gone Bad)
Scotch and soda
Mud in your eye
Baby do I feel high
oh me, oh my ...
That next town seems
so outta reach
just outta reach
Dat' woman g'wan kill de family
to get her way ...
She sell her soul cheap
Oh me, oh my ...
Dry Martini
jigger of Gin
Oh, what a spell
they got me in
Oh my ...
... Do I feel high.
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
Scotch and soda
Mud in your eye
Baby do I feel high
oh me, oh my ...
That next town seems
so outta reach
just outta reach
Dat' woman g'wan kill de family
to get her way ...
She sell her soul cheap
Oh me, oh my ...
Dry Martini
jigger of Gin
Oh, what a spell
they got me in
Oh my ...
... Do I feel high.
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Visitors and Brain Industries
Elongated cranium
fashion from
Sirius B and A,
Potolo Ama,
and Dogons,
knew it --
"Star Knowledge"
nomenclature
told through oral culture.
Artisans -- split apart hybrids ...
Catalogers left to hash it out ...
Sirius B -- how far away is that?
Zuni -- 1200 BC
Egypt is at bat
Dogon Spacemen
visitors, Sky People
Keepers of Space
Cachinas:
Dance each year
in full head dress
in costumes to re-enact
coming of Space gods
and elongated cranius
That's a fact!
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
fashion from
Sirius B and A,
Potolo Ama,
and Dogons,
knew it --
"Star Knowledge"
nomenclature
told through oral culture.
Artisans -- split apart hybrids ...
Catalogers left to hash it out ...
Sirius B -- how far away is that?
Zuni -- 1200 BC
Egypt is at bat
Dogon Spacemen
visitors, Sky People
Keepers of Space
Cachinas:
Dance each year
in full head dress
in costumes to re-enact
coming of Space gods
and elongated cranius
That's a fact!
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
Friday, July 23, 2010
Hotel Chelsea
Meetin' Maggie at the Hotel Chelsea
Will the door man
diffuse the situation
Waiting waiting waiting by the gate
to hear the voice of coma
The gate is a trap door
friends are measured like teeth
Gates separated by long walkway
ramps to run rapid transit
Quietly quickly to pedestrian heart beat
... to connecting flights
Funny looking feet
At Chelsea Hotel ...
... we're gonna' meet!
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
Will the door man
diffuse the situation
Waiting waiting waiting by the gate
to hear the voice of coma
The gate is a trap door
friends are measured like teeth
Gates separated by long walkway
ramps to run rapid transit
Quietly quickly to pedestrian heart beat
... to connecting flights
Funny looking feet
At Chelsea Hotel ...
... we're gonna' meet!
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Humanism
by Pat Darnell
Like trying to sell
life insurance to
a Muslim
O r to collect long term healthcare
stipends from Hindi's
as if under cloak
covering dimensions
of space and time
... innuendos
Where is the joy?
Where children are born
and leavened to humankind
to be treated rough
in rites of passage
meant to set them apart
as what ... warriors?
this nightmare
feeds terror
surmounts to blood terror
and terror of death
feeding terror again ...
Many that will shorten
their already short lives
and choose very differently
from their fathers' lifestyles
regard other lifestyles
other than
trodden paths
of descendants past
of rivaling fathers
those who are
rodding their child
to be canon fodder
A basic question
put before Protestant Hedonists
and profiling Humanists
Who are you who were commanded
to love God the Father
and to encourage one another
Until His return?
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
Like trying to sell
life insurance to
a Muslim
O r to collect long term healthcare
stipends from Hindi's
as if under cloak
covering dimensions
of space and time
... innuendos
Where is the joy?
Where children are born
and leavened to humankind
to be treated rough
in rites of passage
meant to set them apart
as what ... warriors?
this nightmare
feeds terror
surmounts to blood terror
and terror of death
feeding terror again ...
Many that will shorten
their already short lives
and choose very differently
from their fathers' lifestyles
regard other lifestyles
other than
trodden paths
of descendants past
of rivaling fathers
those who are
rodding their child
to be canon fodder
A basic question
put before Protestant Hedonists
and profiling Humanists
Who are you who were commanded
to love God the Father
and to encourage one another
Until His return?
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
Monday, July 19, 2010
Florida, Orlando
Bocce ball
Blue crab not moving
4 candles --
2 South, 2 West,
on a linen blouse
a lock of hair ...
Still life on a curb
Orlando, florida
A disturbance call
somewhere down yonder
Did ya hear the call?
Reckon we'll be smart
and git on down there ...
with no real Where to start.
Maybe muster our minds
Could have been passion
could have been economy of direct action
Probably just eviction ...
Yes, passion, I suspect
luster now gone, nonetheless
festooned , yes
and garland of confess
could be passions last request
and these left clues
on Orlando's curb
Bocce ball and all.
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
Blue crab not moving
4 candles --
2 South, 2 West,
on a linen blouse
a lock of hair ...
Still life on a curb
Orlando, florida
A disturbance call
somewhere down yonder
Did ya hear the call?
Reckon we'll be smart
and git on down there ...
with no real Where to start.
Maybe muster our minds
Could have been passion
could have been economy of direct action
Probably just eviction ...
Yes, passion, I suspect
luster now gone, nonetheless
festooned , yes
and garland of confess
could be passions last request
and these left clues
on Orlando's curb
Bocce ball and all.
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Sore Nation
by Pat Darnell
You cried to our hearts
You thought for us
... not we listened
Look about us now
You say, I have laid out
your lives in reason.
Built
Repair
Guilt
Despair
Control re-entry
You cried to our minds
Chosen minds focussed
instilled Revival from rind
you fortified and buttressed
... Reviled death
... Sought fitness
and strengthened in spirit
Deliverance in abundance
Disinterment, decisioness,
You sore nation, our fortress.
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
You cried to our hearts
You thought for us
... not we listened
Look about us now
You say, I have laid out
your lives in reason.
Built
Repair
Guilt
Despair
Control re-entry
You cried to our minds
Chosen minds focussed
instilled Revival from rind
you fortified and buttressed
... Reviled death
... Sought fitness
and strengthened in spirit
Deliverance in abundance
Disinterment, decisioness,
You sore nation, our fortress.
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
Friday, July 16, 2010
Staying Naive is Best for all
by Pat Darnell
love is this stream
rippling on thighs
Spring water rushing by
my hand around
your torso
in gentle hug
bathing, listening
looking through trees
for love --
love for you, this inlet,
is this stream
where we lie
with ripples all about
pushing your thighs
love is not occupation
boots nor dust, but
younger stronger
deserving and robust.
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
love is this stream
rippling on thighs
Spring water rushing by
my hand around
your torso
in gentle hug
bathing, listening
looking through trees
for love --
love for you, this inlet,
is this stream
where we lie
with ripples all about
pushing your thighs
love is not occupation
boots nor dust, but
younger stronger
deserving and robust.
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Hurley-burly
I am the sacred absent
I am a chill down your spine
I vow trust, and love,
But torrents, tears, are mine
To give away and reset
to fall away and beget
to miss out on evenings yet
bend toil all night in regret
long suffer'g spider weaves her net
works at night, her I should forget
that moment when I was present, yet
victim in rising water, with tetra ...
[... glowing all around me]
I would drown that night
If I did not love you
shed instead my shaking ...
Shakiness that you always hate
I sent a message late
and a text too early
and the morning was met
with quiet hurley-burly
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
I am a chill down your spine
I vow trust, and love,
But torrents, tears, are mine
To give away and reset
to fall away and beget
to miss out on evenings yet
bend toil all night in regret
long suffer'g spider weaves her net
works at night, her I should forget
that moment when I was present, yet
victim in rising water, with tetra ...
[... glowing all around me]
I would drown that night
If I did not love you
shed instead my shaking ...
Shakiness that you always hate
I sent a message late
and a text too early
and the morning was met
with quiet hurley-burly
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Owl
by Pat Darnell
Almost hidden to bet
but not good enough
for my sharp eyes
and circumnavigate neck
my vigil gaze
sharp end fluttering wings
send chills down their necks
and wake them in darkest haze.
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
Almost hidden to bet
but not good enough
for my sharp eyes
and circumnavigate neck
my vigil gaze
sharp end fluttering wings
send chills down their necks
and wake them in darkest haze.
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
And the Fat Man Wrote
by Pat Darnell
All that's left
for some to see
is windmills
and lighthouses
and animal menageries
In the sixties
a fella was shiftless
and way to smart ...
Midwesterner sort ...
To let his what if's
go into so what's
Soon produced his bachelors
in philo of fine Arts.
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
All that's left
for some to see
is windmills
and lighthouses
and animal menageries
In the sixties
a fella was shiftless
and way to smart ...
Midwesterner sort ...
To let his what if's
go into so what's
Soon produced his bachelors
in philo of fine Arts.
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
Monday, July 12, 2010
Grand Traditions
Careful how you
rewrite the grand traditions
or , How to not rewrite --
and be all big-legged;
Don't topple
the chicken cart?
Go land your cart
and catch instead
a mess of mud bugs
Just how it's done
we get it on
you kno'
Jus' go on and on and on.
Say: Hi Jane
Say: Hygiene
Say: Chicken, laddy,
Say: Craw-daddy!
a triumph ...
or et un trionfo' ..?
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
rewrite the grand traditions
or , How to not rewrite --
and be all big-legged;
Don't topple
the chicken cart?
Go land your cart
and catch instead
a mess of mud bugs
Just how it's done
we get it on
you kno'
Jus' go on and on and on.
Say: Hi Jane
Say: Hygiene
Say: Chicken, laddy,
Say: Craw-daddy!
a triumph ...
or et un trionfo' ..?
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Demi, the Life Changer
Pre-approved
Junkily
Corruptible passage,
Others joined in
With prevalent sin
we all turned
away from God
But Demi found us
in the end, at the path
of trodden wrath
Demi, the Life Changer,
She'd return for me
when it's time
All I had asked
is where's my daughter?
... followed then all this free verse
under bentwood chairs
over expressed on oak desk
to delight of rest
I headed into the wind
Southerly to a heading
not marked as unknown.
Only as a son born
to find his daughters and sons.
I finally slept it seems,
as Demi, the life changer, crept
back into my slumbering dreams.
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
Junkily
Corruptible passage,
Others joined in
With prevalent sin
we all turned
away from God
But Demi found us
in the end, at the path
of trodden wrath
Demi, the Life Changer,
She'd return for me
when it's time
All I had asked
is where's my daughter?
... followed then all this free verse
under bentwood chairs
over expressed on oak desk
to delight of rest
I headed into the wind
Southerly to a heading
not marked as unknown.
Only as a son born
to find his daughters and sons.
I finally slept it seems,
as Demi, the life changer, crept
back into my slumbering dreams.
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Gimme a Line, Kid of Mine
START:
... the worm knows
about wormholes
everything that ...
is to know ...
[ ... ]
"So, I don't know
I'd love to do that
but I can't think of
' a-n-y-t-h-i-n-g '
Right Now -- Dad."
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
... the worm knows
about wormholes
everything that ...
is to know ...
[ ... ]
"So, I don't know
I'd love to do that
but I can't think of
' a-n-y-t-h-i-n-g '
Right Now -- Dad."
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
The Generalist Might say:
Generalist
One cannon ball
changes the way
things are.
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
One cannon ball
changes the way
things are.
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
Friday, July 9, 2010
Poetry Geist
by Pat Darnell
Tell the water
to be still
Call the clouds
if you will
Tell light
to sit tight,
Tell time
to stop ...
... on a dime
Tell those
who pray
to call it a day
When you feel ignored
Don't blame the Lord
Doesn't sound cricket
worms with rickets
on a pitch field of dreams
Being so thick, it
sullies the stream.
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
Tell the water
to be still
Call the clouds
if you will
Tell light
to sit tight,
Tell time
to stop ...
... on a dime
Tell those
who pray
to call it a day
When you feel ignored
Don't blame the Lord
Doesn't sound cricket
worms with rickets
on a pitch field of dreams
Being so thick, it
sullies the stream.
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Trials
by Pat Darnell
To think, to even stir
Required eternal
And stop to say
In turn, true to form,
Someone out there
Invented this
Beside the stillness
Individuals fell against
The storm once made
Could not they
And all the rest
Have said good day
June 2010
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
To think, to even stir
Required eternal
And stop to say
In turn, true to form,
Someone out there
Invented this
Beside the stillness
Individuals fell against
The storm once made
Could not they
And all the rest
Have said good day
June 2010
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
Friday, June 4, 2010
Eat Up
by Pat Darnell
I been to the depression chamber
I been lower than a grass root
I was ground and dappled
Like pepper on a salad
Till my daddy give me fruit
He’d croon up to our rooms
‘Now hear this; ‘Now hear this
‘Sweepers man your brooms
‘Clean sweep down fore and aft’
[Twheeee ieee wheet]
‘Clean sweep down before we eat!’
This is so good
This is so good that
This is so good that the
The Navy eats it
Yeah, the Navy eats it up
I am tired from aches and pains
I been chippin’ paint all morn’
Hidin’ my chaw in my cheek till
O’er the horn:
... swells: ‘Twelve bells’
I spit a wad in the leak...
Yeah I spat t’bacco
To stop the leak
Until I return
This is so bad
This is so bad that
This is so bad that it’s good
So good, the Navy eats it
Yeah, the Navy eats it up... They do--
The entire floatin’ Navy
At twelve noon, eats it up!
It keeps us all afloat
How we care for our boat
We steam to Tuscany and Omaha
We visit the China Sea
But what keeps us on our feet
Is three squares a day we eat
Eat up old boy
Eat up skullduggery
Scrape and grind; repeat ten times
The hull you plug her ye’
But at noon clean your plate
... you see
Eat up and clean your plate
The Navy cannot wait
I been to the depression chamber
I been lower than a grass root
I was ground and dappled
Like pepper on a salad
Till my daddy give me fruit
He’d croon up to our rooms
‘Now hear this; ‘Now hear this
‘Sweepers man your brooms
‘Clean sweep down fore and aft’
[Twheeee ieee wheet]
‘Clean sweep down before we eat!’
This is so good
This is so good that
This is so good that the
The Navy eats it
Yeah, the Navy eats it up
I am tired from aches and pains
I been chippin’ paint all morn’
Hidin’ my chaw in my cheek till
O’er the horn:
... swells: ‘Twelve bells’
I spit a wad in the leak...
Yeah I spat t’bacco
To stop the leak
Until I return
This is so bad
This is so bad that
This is so bad that it’s good
So good, the Navy eats it
Yeah, the Navy eats it up... They do--
The entire floatin’ Navy
At twelve noon, eats it up!
It keeps us all afloat
How we care for our boat
We steam to Tuscany and Omaha
We visit the China Sea
But what keeps us on our feet
Is three squares a day we eat
Eat up old boy
Eat up skullduggery
Scrape and grind; repeat ten times
The hull you plug her ye’
But at noon clean your plate
... you see
Eat up and clean your plate
The Navy cannot wait
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Gulf of Mexico; Oil Spill 2010
by Pat Darnell
Dirty juice
nasty sluice
and briney balls of tar
fetch me a frog
in this mutilated bog
and refrigerate her
calamity cross
evil doer loss
to thick to even stir
condition dismal;
crude oil baptismal
broken bracken interred
Damaged downed dinghy
when was it discovered?
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
Dirty juice
nasty sluice
and briney balls of tar
fetch me a frog
in this mutilated bog
and refrigerate her
calamity cross
evil doer loss
to thick to even stir
condition dismal;
crude oil baptismal
broken bracken interred
broken - then fix itDull sewer dirty
not broken -- then do not fix it
broken -- then do not fix it
not broken -- then fix it?
Damaged downed dinghy
when was it discovered?
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Presto Chango
by Pat Darnell
Wonderful world
change -- indicators
Indicators -- lag time factors
Lag times -- industry
Industry -- increased gravity
My history begins ...
... in the Civil War:
... the 1960's.
That is, when I was
Eight years old
I was there,
When Change got its name.
ISS today:
... a change in collaboration
ADA EOE:
... change due to a water fountain
ENRON:
... change due to Oxley and Sarbanes
Black Matter:
... change in Astrophysics
Death of Crocodile Hunter
... change in journalism
Ethanol:
... change in Petrochemicals
SETI:
... change in Transparency
Presto Chango
... a concept that follows SETI
Photonics and Lasers:
... a change in light
Crime and Punishment:
... Legal Beagles trail the field
Fashion Industry:
... who can really tell?
Lag Times:
... Space -- One
... Aeronautics -- Three
... Astrophysics -- Sixteen
How many years left
am I gonna live?
So I can say
Life is elemental;
chemistry is dealt.
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
Wonderful world
change -- indicators
Indicators -- lag time factors
Lag times -- industry
Industry -- increased gravity
My history begins ...
... in the Civil War:
... the 1960's.
That is, when I was
Eight years old
I was there,
When Change got its name.
ISS today:
... a change in collaboration
ADA EOE:
... change due to a water fountain
ENRON:
... change due to Oxley and Sarbanes
Black Matter:
... change in Astrophysics
Death of Crocodile Hunter
... change in journalism
Ethanol:
... change in Petrochemicals
SETI:
... change in Transparency
Presto Chango
... a concept that follows SETI
Photonics and Lasers:
... a change in light
Crime and Punishment:
... Legal Beagles trail the field
Fashion Industry:
... who can really tell?
Lag Times:
... Space -- One
... Aeronautics -- Three
... Astrophysics -- Sixteen
How many years left
am I gonna live?
So I can say
Life is elemental;
chemistry is dealt.
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Nun's?
Impromptu Limerick
by Pat Darnell
One Response to “Inflatable Church”
Pat Darnell and Friends says: August 7, 2008 at 9:12 pm
NUNS?
Once I kissed a nun
who came very undone
in the pew next to Bartholomew…
Where I prayed
She glared at me in a state
that could scare diamonds off a snake
and send me to hades
in the back of the Pope’s Mercedes…
[Turns out] — She was more interested in passing of the plate!!
(Poolcan pd-in-full)
by Pat Darnell
One Response to “Inflatable Church”
Pat Darnell and Friends says: August 7, 2008 at 9:12 pm
NUNS?
Once I kissed a nun
who came very undone
in the pew next to Bartholomew…
Where I prayed
She glared at me in a state
that could scare diamonds off a snake
and send me to hades
in the back of the Pope’s Mercedes…
[Turns out] — She was more interested in passing of the plate!!
(Poolcan pd-in-full)
Paint_teeks
by Pat Darnell | 2010
Collectives
One Melody
a Thousand lyrics
One lyric
a Thousand melodies.
We are sold
In this country
are we Dead ghosts
Going home
at ____________?
Yesterday someone killed ___________ thousand.
Dead ghosts, why'd they let go;
a thousand Ancient forgotten souls
and all their bones
Collectibles.
Collectives
One Melody
a Thousand lyrics
One lyric
a Thousand melodies.
We are sold
In this country
are we Dead ghosts
Going home
at ____________?
Yesterday someone killed ___________ thousand.
Dead ghosts, why'd they let go;
a thousand Ancient forgotten souls
and all their bones
Collectibles.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Description -- At the Dog Show
Massive of brachiocephalic nature,
with a heavy appearance in stature,
covered in soft loose skin, her
shape like an elongated bucket
meso-form whose body is longer
than height at her cross, accentuating
her long form,
the bitch being slightly longer
than the dog.
The cranium face proportion
is her 60 to 40 percenter
width of skull provides three-fifths
of her total head length.
dog of medium size, eumetric,
Rustic and well proportioned,
with a straight profile and black face.
Seriousness of such is calculated
measured by how far it varies
from standard requirements such as
Excessive wrinkles in facial and skull
which don’t detract from the dog’s expression.
*
*
But my dog
has Square outline,
A triangular, narrow angled square head,
and an appearance light weight,
A tail that is curly, very thin,
... of equal thickness throughout length
some deformed, and then again
some of her sizes are very small and also very large;
Dorsal line saddle shaped, small chest, weak front,
Ribs insufficient --
She has tight skin without elasticity,
Light coloured eyes,
Eyes too close together and obliquely
Deep set, not projecting.
Excessive jaw protruding,
A few missing teeth;
Ears rooted too high in her skull --
A skull which is round and arched;
slobber that seems to seep --
skull and facial lines divergent;
Flat fine hair, a poor mask marked,
A long thick neck, insufficient.
But a very kind bark !
_____________
Retrieval by Pat Darnell
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
[SOURCE]
with a heavy appearance in stature,
covered in soft loose skin, her
shape like an elongated bucket
meso-form whose body is longer
than height at her cross, accentuating
her long form,
the bitch being slightly longer
than the dog.
The cranium face proportion
is her 60 to 40 percenter
width of skull provides three-fifths
of her total head length.
dog of medium size, eumetric,
Rustic and well proportioned,
with a straight profile and black face.
Seriousness of such is calculated
measured by how far it varies
from standard requirements such as
Excessive wrinkles in facial and skull
which don’t detract from the dog’s expression.
*
*
But my dog
has Square outline,
A triangular, narrow angled square head,
and an appearance light weight,
A tail that is curly, very thin,
... of equal thickness throughout length
some deformed, and then again
some of her sizes are very small and also very large;
Dorsal line saddle shaped, small chest, weak front,
Ribs insufficient --
She has tight skin without elasticity,
Light coloured eyes,
Eyes too close together and obliquely
Deep set, not projecting.
Excessive jaw protruding,
A few missing teeth;
Ears rooted too high in her skull --
A skull which is round and arched;
slobber that seems to seep --
skull and facial lines divergent;
Flat fine hair, a poor mask marked,
A long thick neck, insufficient.
But a very kind bark !
_____________
Retrieval by Pat Darnell
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
[SOURCE]
Saturday, May 22, 2010
It Happened this Way
J says | October 12, 2008 at 6:52 am
[ ... ]
The brothers from the Moopig Marching Monastic Mass Choir had a few issues with the irregular metrical footprint.
Pat Darnell and Friends says | October 13, 2008 at 8:15 am
I tried to avoid being called out for days now… Imagine that I wrote a hymntune (a new “Amazing Grace” )…and PD wrote the lyrics.
Well, J, this will teach ya’ to never do that again…
Transecting transvesting
I’m lost in mySpace
entitled zigzagging
albino Schoolmates
vibrato clapping
paunched boozing
many nuns Catholics
minimalist specialists
Transvestited conjugal
A transvest tripe licked me face
Coney Isle warm begot mellow
Sylvia strongest mask photo’d
Marclein martelled cantorello
Prologue of the nuns’ priest tale
‘de Chaucer an old, odd fellow,
Blind Doc Marten Martello’d
Monica, aria impressed, begot ciro:
‘Waar kan je te koop
‘E’en husky als
‘splatted triangle’s blackmails
‘als puppies kopen dear’o
‘van spotter in noord… escargot!
Canto Kinta prologue’d
Double forte rittard
Of the nuns’ priest tale –
Once entitlement zigzagging
Now, nuns shit wedging
toward this ending
on a Discordant chord…..
and much oath and pledging….
Pat Darnell and Friends says | October 13, 2008 at 10:23 pm
Oh my Gawd… ( :-o Holy Mackerel !! Sweet Mother of Jesus and His Step-Dad… vertically-challenged transvestite albino nuns wearing Doc Martens and stomping kittens and puppies… making irregular metrical footprints
It’s a good start, I think… no? Not served: U D Man… *[genuflecting large big dumb animals]* We Serve U
Reply | Pribek says | October 13, 2008 at 10:40 pm
now I’m not going to be able to get that tune out of my head
PHEW!
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
[ ... ]
Now the whole “associative” can of worms is a lot of fun. Imagine that I wrote a hymntune (a new “Amazing Grace”)…and PD wrote the lyrics. We copyright it and a few days later there are two Youtube slideshows using our hymntune as underscore. One features photos of children in prayer. The other features photos of vertically-challenged transvestite albino nuns wearing Doc Martens and stomping kittens and puppies. Imagine how detrimental this second association will be to our career! Somewhere there’s a lawyer out there for this case.Have I been “served”? http://jinright.edublogs.org/files/2008/10/01-moopig-hymn.m4a
The brothers from the Moopig Marching Monastic Mass Choir had a few issues with the irregular metrical footprint.
Pat Darnell and Friends says | October 13, 2008 at 8:15 am
I tried to avoid being called out for days now… Imagine that I wrote a hymntune (a new “Amazing Grace” )…and PD wrote the lyrics.
Well, J, this will teach ya’ to never do that again…
Transecting transvesting
I’m lost in mySpace
entitled zigzagging
albino Schoolmates
vibrato clapping
paunched boozing
many nuns Catholics
minimalist specialists
Transvestited conjugal
A transvest tripe licked me face
Coney Isle warm begot mellow
Sylvia strongest mask photo’d
Marclein martelled cantorello
Prologue of the nuns’ priest tale
‘de Chaucer an old, odd fellow,
Blind Doc Marten Martello’d
Monica, aria impressed, begot ciro:
‘Waar kan je te koop
‘E’en husky als
‘splatted triangle’s blackmails
‘als puppies kopen dear’o
‘van spotter in noord… escargot!
Canto Kinta prologue’d
Double forte rittard
Of the nuns’ priest tale –
Once entitlement zigzagging
Now, nuns shit wedging
toward this ending
on a Discordant chord…..
and much oath and pledging….
Pat Darnell and Friends says | October 13, 2008 at 10:23 pm
Oh my Gawd… ( :-o Holy Mackerel !! Sweet Mother of Jesus and His Step-Dad… vertically-challenged transvestite albino nuns wearing Doc Martens and stomping kittens and puppies… making irregular metrical footprints
It’s a good start, I think… no? Not served: U D Man… *[genuflecting large big dumb animals]* We Serve U
Reply | Pribek says | October 13, 2008 at 10:40 pm
now I’m not going to be able to get that tune out of my head
PHEW!
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Singing Falsetto
by Pat Darnell | 2010
The best place to play
They call the ghetto
Where is there a park bench
... to lay down
... none in the shade
Where I can curl up
... and do time again
... can't afford, I don't ask
... lead a conscience green
... read your last letter last night
... whimpered alone
... all for lost time
... scripts down a scene
Unscripted it felt
What I think
ask her: No. It's done.
What am I going to tell everyone?
The best place to play
They call the ghetto
Where is there a park bench
... to lay down
... none in the shade
Where I can curl up
... and do time again
... can't afford, I don't ask
... lead a conscience green
... read your last letter last night
... whimpered alone
... all for lost time
... scripts down a scene
Unscripted it felt
What I think
ask her: No. It's done.
What am I going to tell everyone?
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Little League Sign Up Day
by Pat Darnell | 1995
Sun struck driver
creeps by
urchins carry
boom boxes on shoulders
along sidewalk warm
playin' winter's discoveries
like teenager alarm.
Cabin weary moms
stretch out
in dusty, musty
jogging suits
a little saggy
faded and bagging
on hibernated legs
and torsos a little loose
like pajamas on the Mamas
Every one out
for a look see
at salted curbs
debris, will there be
one more frost?
on Easter...?
before soil disturbed
by daffodil, tulip
strawberry, and weeds
No sign of Dad yet
no hurry, except
for those in charge
of today's
Little League Sign Up
Around you see
those with tans
already they
been livin' largess
heavy hitters
who split
during winter mess
Yes; some Mom's 've been yachting
Some Dads leisured on Feb beaches
near America's Cup sweeps
lucky ones with nose up
richer gettin' richer
parents persnickety,
their kids are all pitchers!
Try-outs in the gym
winters melting
in fields wetting
So the clickety-clack
of baseball bats
must wait till
winter whey
all goes away
in seasonal decay
is born Little League Sign Up Day !
Sun struck driver
creeps by
urchins carry
boom boxes on shoulders
along sidewalk warm
playin' winter's discoveries
like teenager alarm.
Cabin weary moms
stretch out
in dusty, musty
jogging suits
a little saggy
faded and bagging
on hibernated legs
and torsos a little loose
like pajamas on the Mamas
Every one out
for a look see
at salted curbs
debris, will there be
one more frost?
on Easter...?
before soil disturbed
by daffodil, tulip
strawberry, and weeds
No sign of Dad yet
no hurry, except
for those in charge
of today's
Little League Sign Up
Around you see
those with tans
already they
been livin' largess
heavy hitters
who split
during winter mess
Yes; some Mom's 've been yachting
Some Dads leisured on Feb beaches
near America's Cup sweeps
lucky ones with nose up
richer gettin' richer
parents persnickety,
their kids are all pitchers!
Try-outs in the gym
winters melting
in fields wetting
So the clickety-clack
of baseball bats
must wait till
winter whey
all goes away
in seasonal decay
is born Little League Sign Up Day !
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Pain Never Ending
by Pat Darnell
My Pain is endless
it never ceases
On waking, it cringes
At dusk, infringes
Keeps me sleepless
A neck strain today
toothaches yesterday
rheumatism, eye strain,
I'm not pretending,
Enemies? Your revenge
on me, I'm getting
Daughters your anger
answered this appendage
As pain never end-age
Upon a man intending
no elder life like this
Sometimes a lung
sometimes a thumb
feet like slabs of numb
chest's dull nag ...
... head hung
By witness of bone
these prizes I bear
alone
can I mitigate home
No mantel nor cloak
to conceal or abide
this stranger than life
episode I wish to hide
My humble prayer
to God above ...
release all my folk
from this despair
Calmly, quietly,
in warm attachment
... let me go,
for these pains impeding
pain never-ending
no one should ever know.
My Pain is endless
it never ceases
On waking, it cringes
At dusk, infringes
Keeps me sleepless
A neck strain today
toothaches yesterday
rheumatism, eye strain,
I'm not pretending,
Enemies? Your revenge
on me, I'm getting
Daughters your anger
answered this appendage
As pain never end-age
Upon a man intending
no elder life like this
Sometimes a lung
sometimes a thumb
feet like slabs of numb
chest's dull nag ...
... head hung
By witness of bone
these prizes I bear
alone
can I mitigate home
No mantel nor cloak
to conceal or abide
this stranger than life
episode I wish to hide
My humble prayer
to God above ...
release all my folk
from this despair
Calmly, quietly,
in warm attachment
... let me go,
for these pains impeding
pain never-ending
no one should ever know.
Monday, May 17, 2010
Inside Outside
Play on carpet
with domino
look through a box
bang my head
on the window
Happily clap
with wrists up
and up, elbow up
goes wild my pup
The storm descends
always washes away
I get out of the wind
as the stormy weather
interrupts my play
Quickly return
to my Spring-scented day
in the yard ...
... full to the curb
covered with juicy clover
puppy runs all over ...
Play outside ...
till the storm clouds cover
play outside ...
till the clouds come over
Stiff thunder scares me back inside
gray sky thunder makes me hide.
with domino
look through a box
bang my head
on the window
Happily clap
with wrists up
and up, elbow up
goes wild my pup
The storm descends
always washes away
I get out of the wind
as the stormy weather
interrupts my play
Quickly return
to my Spring-scented day
in the yard ...
... full to the curb
covered with juicy clover
puppy runs all over ...
Play outside ...
till the storm clouds cover
play outside ...
till the clouds come over
Stiff thunder scares me back inside
gray sky thunder makes me hide.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Life Changing Events
by Pat Darnell | Foggia '05
Check all signs
parlay the scriptures
call the Comforter
repeat the six prayers
from prayer chair
Deliver pet dog
at kennel by dinner
Toss her to the chain links
she muffles a query:
Do not eat this
Look, I did this
... this or, this?
You did none of it.
I did every thing
You did nothing.
Light flashes
on -- then on again --
YEPP' and MP3
Cellular, then off,
then wait, then
crackle...
Then BBC, then engines
very large engines
Then a push through
weather
A rock skipping over the clouds
a stone flies again
Do you know
where we are
?
Check all signs
parlay the scriptures
call the Comforter
repeat the six prayers
from prayer chair
Deliver pet dog
at kennel by dinner
Toss her to the chain links
she muffles a query:
Do not eat this
Look, I did this
... this or, this?
You did none of it.
I did every thing
You did nothing.
Light flashes
on -- then on again --
YEPP' and MP3
Cellular, then off,
then wait, then
crackle...
Then BBC, then engines
very large engines
Then a push through
weather
A rock skipping over the clouds
a stone flies again
Do you know
where we are
?
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Muncheritis
by Pat Darnell
Hanging upside down
on a pine branch
like a wren looking
for an aphid
I let the Minsky
frisk me because
I wouldn't blow
in his tube
Then it struck me
this is like images
within a mirror
with attitude
And I swear
that is not why
they jumped me
in verisimilitude
Of my actions
as it is plain
I was only out there
searching for food.
(Today, May 2010)
Hanging upside down
on a pine branch
like a wren looking
for an aphid
I let the Minsky
frisk me because
I wouldn't blow
in his tube
Then it struck me
this is like images
within a mirror
with attitude
And I swear
that is not why
they jumped me
in verisimilitude
Of my actions
as it is plain
I was only out there
searching for food.
(Today, May 2010)
Earth Does
by Pat Darnell
What tethers
us in space?
No tackle
nor knots I've seen
like a kite
on a string
pulls to earth
us back in
a bucket
out of a well
depth breadth
comprehensible expanse
trek out a far distance
not to be lost
at our entrance
looking for face
recognizable out in space
what tethers us
in space?
What tethers
us in space?
No tackle
nor knots I've seen
like a kite
on a string
pulls to earth
us back in
a bucket
out of a well
depth breadth
comprehensible expanse
trek out a far distance
not to be lost
at our entrance
looking for face
recognizable out in space
what tethers us
in space?
Friday, May 14, 2010
Everyday at 17:00 hours
Prophets are Jawboned
How can I go on believing the greater you is in me?
Burst-ed bones of broken legs into a fire
potash and embers of Yaupon and Aspen
And jawbone of an ass
Jutting out, smoky mass --
Turning watery eyes watery
Crackling, disturbing to the finish
A wash of mountain yonder made
End of day, in fixed array
Devoid of end shade
Fixed time light dappled
Ordinary mottled
And variegated home
of praying mantis
Darnell 2006
How can I go on believing the greater you is in me?
Burst-ed bones of broken legs into a fire
potash and embers of Yaupon and Aspen
And jawbone of an ass
Jutting out, smoky mass --
Turning watery eyes watery
Crackling, disturbing to the finish
A wash of mountain yonder made
End of day, in fixed array
Devoid of end shade
Fixed time light dappled
Ordinary mottled
And variegated home
of praying mantis
Darnell 2006
Tough Love
by Pat Darnell | Nov 2007
Don't you ever
want to know
how I got here?
'Want to know
how I put
this road
behind me?
I thought you
would want to know me
if I became a tree
you might carve
your name
in my bark
And return one day
and see how
I protected you.
Don't you ever
want to know
how I got here?
'Want to know
how I put
this road
behind me?
I thought you
would want to know me
if I became a tree
you might carve
your name
in my bark
And return one day
and see how
I protected you.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Let Loose a Tear
by Pat Darnell | Nov 2007
This crying
should probably
stop,
in a decade
or three
I keep trying
to write
the alternate ending
Sort of turns
out like a
letter within a story
True love reared its head
leered at me
then went to bed
Goal achieved
like background music
at cinema twenty-three
Focus on victory
break through stillness
celebrate in warmth
Accept my fate
story goes on
as endless coast
Of treasure, love, sea
tears and prophecy
some old songs
Lifts a few of my burdens
takes me back
'n lets loose a tear
This crying
should probably
stop,
in a decade
or three
I keep trying
to write
the alternate ending
Sort of turns
out like a
letter within a story
True love reared its head
leered at me
then went to bed
Goal achieved
like background music
at cinema twenty-three
Focus on victory
break through stillness
celebrate in warmth
Accept my fate
story goes on
as endless coast
Of treasure, love, sea
tears and prophecy
some old songs
Lifts a few of my burdens
takes me back
'n lets loose a tear
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Concert of Circle
Concert of song
see the fellowship
of women strong
... it is the songs
of children ...
of child birth ...
and so on
and of desire
and of great longing
Hush, maybe, do not disturb
their heartfelt songs
prayers in concert
... hear sisters sing
about their children
and their lives ...
with their hums,
between belling ...
Observe how they
grow chatty ...
around the bread
along with fishes that
seem to always follow
women ahead
Peering there --
just behind Jesus ...
... amid branches
sifting streamlettes,
and tinkling triplets ...
Singing their songs
to sustenance,
to strength,
from beginning to end
fellowship of women...
isn't it remarkable
their concert of circle.
Patrick Darnell (2001)
see the fellowship
of women strong
... it is the songs
of children ...
of child birth ...
and so on
and of desire
and of great longing
Hush, maybe, do not disturb
their heartfelt songs
prayers in concert
... hear sisters sing
about their children
and their lives ...
with their hums,
between belling ...
Observe how they
grow chatty ...
around the bread
along with fishes that
seem to always follow
women ahead
Peering there --
just behind Jesus ...
... amid branches
sifting streamlettes,
and tinkling triplets ...
Singing their songs
to sustenance,
to strength,
from beginning to end
fellowship of women...
isn't it remarkable
their concert of circle.
Patrick Darnell (2001)
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Descry
by Pat Darnell
Dangling at the end
Of the food chain
Was a soldier.
Who lost his wife
His gun, his son,
And nearly his life.
When then he found a clarinet
That upon it had his name,
A honed woodwind,
primed him in
breathing easier,
until one day,
He wrestled a tree
Finally fell
His body went
To pieces, which
All the creatures ate.
A happy feast that day,
At heaven’s gate.
His soul escaped
Not devoured
In final hour
A hand reached out
To catch him,
Put the young soul on a cloud,
At about half past two,
The soul of the soldier
Said, “Thank you.”
The one with the hand
Told the soldier’s soul
his new name --
“Metronome.”
And the cloud’s address
is 12, a matchless home.
The clarinet re-toned
with scales of delightful scores,
Notes uniform, and impossible
For human ears to hone.
On that same day
Upon earth fell
Twins, borne ‘neath
A channel, in gale,
whereupon two games
Will be played.
Each would owe life
To the soldier’s demise
While shepherds
Pastured their sheep, ‘neath birds
In their freedom flight,
To the river to drink
Their blood is from
The river flowing
To the iodine sea
They fly above
the living pleasure
as rocking waves knead
the banks, fertile with seed
As naught has ever
Been seen froward
Nor in reverse, evinced
In famish, nor, glory ward,
Obscurity, nor lucidity,
Neither scheme, schism, nor worry,
Beheld the brilliance in life
as a dread vantage of rough
High-spirited games
Dangled by threads above gulf
Just below cloud twelve
Stirred at soldier’s end, just
A gnash ahead in the food chain.
1991
Dangling at the end
Of the food chain
Was a soldier.
Who lost his wife
His gun, his son,
And nearly his life.
When then he found a clarinet
That upon it had his name,
A honed woodwind,
primed him in
breathing easier,
until one day,
He wrestled a tree
Finally fell
His body went
To pieces, which
All the creatures ate.
A happy feast that day,
At heaven’s gate.
His soul escaped
Not devoured
In final hour
A hand reached out
To catch him,
Put the young soul on a cloud,
At about half past two,
The soul of the soldier
Said, “Thank you.”
The one with the hand
Told the soldier’s soul
his new name --
“Metronome.”
And the cloud’s address
is 12, a matchless home.
The clarinet re-toned
with scales of delightful scores,
Notes uniform, and impossible
For human ears to hone.
On that same day
Upon earth fell
Twins, borne ‘neath
A channel, in gale,
whereupon two games
Will be played.
Each would owe life
To the soldier’s demise
While shepherds
Pastured their sheep, ‘neath birds
In their freedom flight,
To the river to drink
Their blood is from
The river flowing
To the iodine sea
They fly above
the living pleasure
as rocking waves knead
the banks, fertile with seed
As naught has ever
Been seen froward
Nor in reverse, evinced
In famish, nor, glory ward,
Obscurity, nor lucidity,
Neither scheme, schism, nor worry,
Beheld the brilliance in life
as a dread vantage of rough
High-spirited games
Dangled by threads above gulf
Just below cloud twelve
Stirred at soldier’s end, just
A gnash ahead in the food chain.
1991
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Willy's Turkey Chilli Paste
and he ain't tellin'
what it is ...
... you are smellin'
by Pat Darnell
Three years work ...
and pot likker still
tastes like chicken ...
Just Kiddin' !
Prawn to King three
clock is tickin' time
turkey bastin' -- let it be,
thrice cooking ...heat lickin'
Fahrenheit two hundred nine...
Farseeing, slow cook toil
like desert gravel boil,
mesquite leaf grind,
Darjeeling, still no oil
Mocking birds don't mock,
'cause beads of sweat pock
meaty cook's forehead
and his big arm-like hocks
Cigar meshed and wet
between monstrous molars
ash mixed in pot sweat
and ash falling to floors
Foliage swept and ground
watered in morning rain
added dandelion to mound
pewter pot boilin' plain
Beads of sweat
... form stains
on chef's hat ...
his legs and neck strained
Pot's right!
... he exclaims
Grandpa was right
... it is the same
But whoa it is tough
... to embrace today
what some remember
... as good old days.
But down home we try
We're willing 'n braced,
To sit by and cry
... when we all taste:
Grandpa Willy's ...
... Wild, Turkey Chilli.
[pd. 2004]
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Lord let me die in a Book Store
Lord let me die
in a book store
So my last look
is edges of books
let my head fall
on the bones of Elisha
atop collections
of Natural Curiosities
In the Barnes at noblesse
or Joe's Book entrance
let my arm grow limp
under weight of clearance
99 cent bargains in tow
of Pollack, Tristan and van Gogh
So I will have died
just as the dead rise
so, Please do not weep
over my face ... nor book
You might get wet
the type on my place
or dampen picture anthology
of one more LOOK .
[pd]
in a book store
So my last look
is edges of books
let my head fall
on the bones of Elisha
atop collections
of Natural Curiosities
In the Barnes at noblesse
or Joe's Book entrance
let my arm grow limp
under weight of clearance
99 cent bargains in tow
of Pollack, Tristan and van Gogh
So I will have died
just as the dead rise
so, Please do not weep
over my face ... nor book
You might get wet
the type on my place
or dampen picture anthology
of one more LOOK .
[pd]
Monday, May 3, 2010
Patch
by Pat Darnell
Shadow won't stick
won't stay attached
sent me adventuring
for thimble and tack
'n needle to patch.
Patch where past
meets a future
but jealousy flaps,
cuts quick ... a
perfect suture.
No more than rocks
can walk on water,
with little faith and stuff,
to arms! ... say for starters
shadow always tempted,
... sure enough ... Seems,
Shadow always gets broader.
[pd.2009]
Shadow won't stick
won't stay attached
sent me adventuring
for thimble and tack
'n needle to patch.
Patch where past
meets a future
but jealousy flaps,
cuts quick ... a
perfect suture.
No more than rocks
can walk on water,
with little faith and stuff,
to arms! ... say for starters
shadow always tempted,
... sure enough ... Seems,
Shadow always gets broader.
[pd.2009]
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Don’t be codger to me old man
by Pat Darnell
I don’t like being tossed aside
I am fretting my fate
Kitchen spills may be small
But too many broken hearts
Simply we do not repair all
You hear distant voice
A fond soundtrack
Predestined of choice
And you fret and crack
I had my heart attack
I reveal my full heart ache
You listen but abate
As heartstrings leave slack
Difficult flat to mitigate
even for hummingbirds
to trans-navigate
You are Specie of Strength so youth say
Don’t be codger to me old man
I am not interested
And you are in the way
Or, as you don famously
To point out the way
To clues of nerve chords
To invert our shameful play
Thanks but no thanks
You play too many tricks
I loathe your blood anger
And garlands festooned
Like piñatas beat with sticks
Seeds of salvation are rand
And not in your hands ole man
Nor in the works of your hands
From raptors talons, I howl back to say
Into this imbalance youth threw me too soon
I don’t like being tossed aside
I am fretting my fate
Kitchen spills may be small
But too many broken hearts
Simply we do not repair all
You hear distant voice
A fond soundtrack
Predestined of choice
And you fret and crack
I had my heart attack
I reveal my full heart ache
You listen but abate
As heartstrings leave slack
Difficult flat to mitigate
even for hummingbirds
to trans-navigate
You are Specie of Strength so youth say
Don’t be codger to me old man
I am not interested
And you are in the way
Or, as you don famously
To point out the way
To clues of nerve chords
To invert our shameful play
Thanks but no thanks
You play too many tricks
I loathe your blood anger
And garlands festooned
Like piñatas beat with sticks
Seeds of salvation are rand
And not in your hands ole man
Nor in the works of your hands
From raptors talons, I howl back to say
Into this imbalance youth threw me too soon
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Restorations
by Pat Darnell
We are founders unintended
... of sports medicine
we were the cutting edges
... when they invented
special restorative surgeries
... for the body mended
it was our duty back when ....
to offer our booty and then
... as cargo for surgeons' opportunists
our ankles, knees, shoulders and shins
... hips, ham strings, coccyx in stadiums
ribs, elbows, femurs and wrists
neck, nose, ears and craniums
and for athletes who fight and smoke
... a lung or two could be doctor's duty
We invented bruises, strawberries
All those sports injurious pokes ...
... that sound fruity; but we aren't chow ...
... we were there, to bust some brow!
And yes, gave it we our all
... enthusiastic to the wall
followed our coach all the way
out the tunnel hall
e'en to Korea ... if that be the day
we were there to win or fall...
we always showed when called
... smash mouth, crack back, football
Now look we are YMC referees
... and assistant coaches at your call
Saying in the Fall:
"Our knees once tore
when runners swerved ...
on dives when they soared
... ligaments and tendons torn
.. under pressures too great to borne"
And, one couldn't help that much,
since big boys is as big boys does
but aftermath spelled doom
on a College team there's no room
for knees crumbled and busted
... schoolboy dreams' faded to dust did
Today Mister Doctor DeBakey
at the Sports Medicine bakery
they repair knees precisely and quickly
Then you are told ...
... you to get out there and swiftly
and put your repairing knee to task
We used to run on sore knees, yes,
... but not because they convalesced
but because we had a game to play
back then, all that surgery waits ...
... for another day of instigates,
Run like a warrior
... kick like a mule
... dig like a mole
no sniffling, that's the rules
Breathing so hard
... you bruise your ribs
drink tons of water
... not Mr Pibbs
Follow the ball
... follow your coach
... warriors big, warriors tall
... We're stoked,
... smash mouth warfare, football
We old guys really did sacrifice
hoped those who'd come next
... would hear our parables
appreciate what we practice
and understand injuries' tolls ...
... some aren't repairable .
and football fascism ...
has claimed our souls
and our injuries have played many roles.
Friday, April 23, 2010
King’s Vine
by Pat Darnell
Beneath King’s boots
Ancient vines tug
From exigent roots
And links divine
oak limbs hold them
Up very high then
How thick or thin the vine
Is how high the vine
And repeats ...
... for all time
Vine without End
Without end Vine
[pd. 04.11.2010, Bryan TX]
The TEXANZ Vote ... You can't Understand This
by Pat Darnell
For Texas to be cool-zz
and vaulted into modern schiz'zes;
it must establish new rule-zz's
that is, all the 'S'es in Texas
should be changed to 'Z'es where 'X'es.
That's Auztin, and Houzton
could move to the rhythm'z
of Dallaz, and New OrleanZ
flowin' like 21st century-isms
Too cool
on the bayou
and no one Mezz's
with things Texazz's ..
LouiZiana we assimilate
then make Vatican City
... our Sister State
just before we Seccess-'Zate
from the US of America reprobates...
... there we are just a donor state;
Federales, they continue to vacillate ...
in quack zeonotrope schiz-ates ...
NEXT Week press:
We presentate ALAZKA state,
put simply, don't mezz
with the Sarah's syndicate.
[pd\Bryan, TX. 04.17.2010]
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Restless Rustler
by Pat Darnell
Just a Donor?
I noticed ...
The other day
Me brain ..
Began shutting down
Big galvanized ...
Heavy tubular steel
Gates clanging shut,
For eternity? Yikes!
... that sound
‘Life as moral issue –‘
Clang!
‘Positive reinforcement –‘
Clang!
‘Decision making –‘
Clang!
‘Objectivity –‘
Clang!
Mass on top ...
... I suppose,
Has no longer any time ...
... for all those
Ouch; I’m sore --
-- I was just a donor,
And now all is pared,
-- Less than more?
Does not seem square.
A surrogate in space;
During an erratic pace;
‘Where Life ... uh ... Life and ... er –‘
Clang!
[pd. Bryan, TX, 04.11.2010]
Just a Donor?
I noticed ...
The other day
Me brain ..
Began shutting down
Big galvanized ...
Heavy tubular steel
Gates clanging shut,
For eternity? Yikes!
... that sound
‘Life as moral issue –‘
Clang!
‘Positive reinforcement –‘
Clang!
‘Decision making –‘
Clang!
‘Objectivity –‘
Clang!
Mass on top ...
... I suppose,
Has no longer any time ...
... for all those
Ouch; I’m sore --
-- I was just a donor,
And now all is pared,
-- Less than more?
Does not seem square.
A surrogate in space;
During an erratic pace;
‘Where Life ... uh ... Life and ... er –‘
Clang!
[pd. Bryan, TX, 04.11.2010]
Saturday, April 17, 2010
MooPig Movie Reviews: "Sleeper [1973]"
Imagine our future
as seen in this
Woody Allen suture
Apes don't read philosophy
so each one is
out for one's self ...
... could be,
our future was sunny
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 those two ideas have ...
... already been done, so 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 ...
... as adverse to change in direction.
By the way; Sleeper never sleeps
and, whatever he eats, he slips on --
like 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 ...
Di'a's and Wood'e's very funny troubles
often bring out their stunt doubles
-- like His new robot dog pet, Tricky-woo,
when He Sleeper gets his brain rubbed out --
Puppy is a 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]
Friday, April 16, 2010
Kin of Word
Rosetta Stone Comic
by Rebecca Migdal May 11th 2009 (5814.88) Hello There--
I'm Rebecca Migdal, my webcomic is Rosetta Stone and it's better than being bitten by mongeese. Or mongoooses. It updates daily and you can read it at: http://www.rosettastonecomic.com
BTW--every chapter is also published as an "animated" comic that's narrated by the author, with original music. (No, I do not sleep. SOURCE)
This was yesterday's comic:
by Pat Darnell
Words of this age
With similar kin
Frivolous escapades
Pandemonium ruled
Din leaping out
darn world schooled
So generous reward
None have before told
Millions of syllables
Muddlesome word action
Ignoble Works of false passion
Some clipped like roses
bombastic tablatures ...
... scrolls of skins
Muddlesome prose ...
... and all their kin
by Rebecca Migdal May 11th 2009 (5814.88) Hello There--
I'm Rebecca Migdal, my webcomic is Rosetta Stone and it's better than being bitten by mongeese. Or mongoooses. It updates daily and you can read it at: http://www.rosettastonecomic.com
BTW--every chapter is also published as an "animated" comic that's narrated by the author, with original music. (No, I do not sleep. SOURCE)
This was yesterday's comic:
O_O
(~~)
(*__V__*)
Kin of Wordby Pat Darnell
Words of this age
With similar kin
Frivolous escapades
Pandemonium ruled
Din leaping out
darn world schooled
So generous reward
None have before told
Millions of syllables
Muddlesome word action
Ignoble Works of false passion
Some clipped like roses
bombastic tablatures ...
... scrolls of skins
Muddlesome prose ...
... and all their kin
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Response to "Sky is Crying" by Elmore James
Pat Darnell and Friends says:
March 24, 2010 at 10:59 am | Bryan, Texas
Another Impromptu Unsolicited Lyrics by Pat Darnell
Inspired by Elmore James “Sky is Cryin’” and only took nineteen minutes to pen.
[Spoken Introit over Slide]
Really can’t blame it
… on anyone else
even if I preferred death
I’ve got eight lives left.
Blues Man
[Music Direction: Sniffingly]
I’m a bluesman
and a Houston Astros’ fan
that combination …
… ain’t too sublime man [ya' kno']
So you see … like the sky,
I cry’s all the time
My last good memory
Comes from 1969
My favorite actor’s he,
… Ernest Borgnine, din’t you hear…
and, Stocks I bought 2KY…
tanked in twenty aught nine
I’m a Blues Man dude
and an Astros’ fan, so,
when the sky is cryin’
I’m a Dome Man too
My wiring is cooked
as thin as cotton twine
and some bad person took,
my good shoes all shined –
And then d’ey stole…
my George Foreman grill
That I got …
at Downtown Good Will
but e’en that…
… din’t cook all the time
So, go ahead on…
… ya’ll doin’ most fine
… ask around my neighbors
what you pro’bly gonna find?
[Thas' right]
‘Dey don’ e’en kno’ my name
[Jus' that I]
I is the Blues Man…
… and a Houston Astros’ fan
Cryin’ like the sky …
… I was a Domes Man too…
Just the same, all the time.
Hey now, I ain’t through –
I is a Blues Man…
… [Wha's my name ...]
… and a Houston Astros’ fan
All the time, just the same.
Yeah the sky is cryin’
Baby right down on my
South Side Houston Bolo tie
Baby I can’t take it no mo’ …
Tears runnin’ on down to my
blistered, bare naked and raw
bloody — swollen — toes
_________
Pat. Pend. APR 2010; Darnell
March 24, 2010 at 10:59 am | Bryan, Texas
Another Impromptu Unsolicited Lyrics by Pat Darnell
Inspired by Elmore James “Sky is Cryin’” and only took nineteen minutes to pen.
[Spoken Introit over Slide]
Really can’t blame it
… on anyone else
even if I preferred death
I’ve got eight lives left.
Blues Man
[Music Direction: Sniffingly]
I’m a bluesman
and a Houston Astros’ fan
that combination …
… ain’t too sublime man [ya' kno']
So you see … like the sky,
I cry’s all the time
My last good memory
Comes from 1969
My favorite actor’s he,
… Ernest Borgnine, din’t you hear…
and, Stocks I bought 2KY…
tanked in twenty aught nine
I’m a Blues Man dude
and an Astros’ fan, so,
when the sky is cryin’
I’m a Dome Man too
My wiring is cooked
as thin as cotton twine
and some bad person took,
my good shoes all shined –
And then d’ey stole…
my George Foreman grill
That I got …
at Downtown Good Will
but e’en that…
… din’t cook all the time
So, go ahead on…
… ya’ll doin’ most fine
… ask around my neighbors
what you pro’bly gonna find?
[Thas' right]
‘Dey don’ e’en kno’ my name
[Jus' that I]
I is the Blues Man…
… and a Houston Astros’ fan
Cryin’ like the sky …
… I was a Domes Man too…
Just the same, all the time.
Hey now, I ain’t through –
I is a Blues Man…
… [Wha's my name ...]
… and a Houston Astros’ fan
All the time, just the same.
Yeah the sky is cryin’
Baby right down on my
South Side Houston Bolo tie
Baby I can’t take it no mo’ …
Tears runnin’ on down to my
blistered, bare naked and raw
bloody — swollen — toes
_________
Pat. Pend. APR 2010; Darnell
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Street Urchins
by Pat Darnell
Be quick on the
Onto brother,
Bring water first
Before the others hit
Your water-skin shirt
and taunt you for fun
Fountains drip
Catches too much sun
Do not stop to sip
But bring water swiftly
To where we pitch proud
Pennies, listen brother
for many, of us grumbling
First off, coercing, a crowd
And then much worse
Baud cussing a’hitch loud
That’s where we will be
Around in the alley ...
... with powerful thirsts
pitch'n roll'n pennies first
And, and watch them hit
Like craw-daddy’s crawl’n
Go to hell you others all’n
Watch your pennies stall’n
Climb out of your ditch
Mine stop at the wall,
... leaners at a pitch.
Oh, brother, on, onto
Bring water ... Be quick
All my pennies are tricked,
My coppers are leaners,
‘n they ‘re coming in tall
We're gonna win it all.
_________________
NOTE: Pitch Penny
"There are a whole variety of games which simply involve the throwing of coins or discs at walls or at holes in a bench, chair, wall or box. This game has been going on for time immemorial and its origins are lost in time.
"The most well know example in England comes from Norfolk and Essex and is called Pitch Penny, Penny Seat, Penny Slot, Tossing the Penny or Penny in the Hole. Essentially pennies are thrown across the room and into a hole carved in the seat of a high-backed settle or wooden bench.
" ... Pundits needn't be concerned - this just makes it easier to construct your own boards without any worries. Many pub games have been without any official rules for centuries and all the better for it... ..."
Warwick the Warwick
by Pat Darnell
Clean sweep down
Hibiscuses in ground
Free plants from Wal-Mart
Top soil in town
Pea gravel border
Plug grass all around
Spring arrived Warwick
No luggage to be found
235 to Woo, Firefly 42
Torchwood, Doctor WHO
Marathons at sun down
cockle burrs all in a row
what garden variety are those
Remember ...
... big Ball's in Cow Town!
Clean sweep down
Hibiscuses in ground
Free plants from Wal-Mart
Top soil in town
Pea gravel border
Plug grass all around
Spring arrived Warwick
No luggage to be found
235 to Woo, Firefly 42
Torchwood, Doctor WHO
Marathons at sun down
cockle burrs all in a row
what garden variety are those
Remember ...
... big Ball's in Cow Town!
TEXT-ing Can be Third Party
You are a cold hearted person / E flat
You are a cold hearted person
I deserve better from you
I’m just asking questions
Not giving you the third degree
When did you lose your heart?
You don’t give a damn how this is affecting me
Relax -- your sixteen year marriage
Will be over soon enough
You must be very excited
Having a divorce party that night?
With your friends?
If you’re going to
Bitch at me; I‘m not interested
You disgust me
You’re not sorry
I hate your face
I hate your voice
‘n I hate you
You are sorry
Your lies are like
The words in the cards you gave me
I bet your boy friend is
Ready for the divorce
To be final
Refrain:
What did I do?
What are you talking about?
I’ve been nice to you
Sorry I’ve hurt you
(What you said)
That was nice
We do have two kids, you know,
We’ll have to talk sometimes
Sorry about putting you through
So much pain
C-ANonymous\ LDavis
"I put culture in my mouth, and poison comes out my ass."
You are a cold hearted person
I deserve better from you
I’m just asking questions
Not giving you the third degree
When did you lose your heart?
You don’t give a damn how this is affecting me
Relax -- your sixteen year marriage
Will be over soon enough
You must be very excited
Having a divorce party that night?
With your friends?
If you’re going to
Bitch at me; I‘m not interested
You disgust me
You’re not sorry
I hate your face
I hate your voice
‘n I hate you
You are sorry
Your lies are like
The words in the cards you gave me
I bet your boy friend is
Ready for the divorce
To be final
Refrain:
What did I do?
What are you talking about?
I’ve been nice to you
Sorry I’ve hurt you
(What you said)
That was nice
We do have two kids, you know,
We’ll have to talk sometimes
Sorry about putting you through
So much pain
C-ANonymous\ LDavis
"I put culture in my mouth, and poison comes out my ass."
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Johnny B Hill
by Pat Darnell
Best Sailor E’er to Be
Johnny B Hill his self
‘best sailor on the sea
Johnny B Hill could sail your skiff
Backwards does he;
... that is ‘in reverse’
' best sailor ever-will-be
Allus' first 'round the course
... without paddle on turns
Rapturous His skills:
inverted as a straddle a'sterns
with strong hand on the keel
Johnny B Hill never had need
... no sirr’ee, not at all.
No clever intervention,
... P’shaw ...
Just wind, sail and a little bit a sea ..
... Come ‘e About! He’d shout ...
With no moment of detention ...
... nor stall
Oh, did I mention ...
He would back that skiff
Right alongside your pier
‘Tween vessels so stiff
‘en with them yardarms all queer
He's a spraying surf so pretty
As rooster tails go ...
Bow-sprits in a half-hitch kitty
Right on your bull nose.
'Dems my final words and I'll be stickin' to 'em.
(Pat Darnell 2010.March)
Best Sailor E’er to Be
Johnny B Hill his self
‘best sailor on the sea
Johnny B Hill could sail your skiff
Backwards does he;
... that is ‘in reverse’
' best sailor ever-will-be
Allus' first 'round the course
... without paddle on turns
Rapturous His skills:
inverted as a straddle a'sterns
with strong hand on the keel
Johnny B Hill never had need
... no sirr’ee, not at all.
No clever intervention,
... P’shaw ...
Just wind, sail and a little bit a sea ..
... Come ‘e About! He’d shout ...
With no moment of detention ...
... nor stall
Oh, did I mention ...
He would back that skiff
Right alongside your pier
‘Tween vessels so stiff
‘en with them yardarms all queer
He's a spraying surf so pretty
As rooster tails go ...
Bow-sprits in a half-hitch kitty
Right on your bull nose.
'Dems my final words and I'll be stickin' to 'em.
(Pat Darnell 2010.March)
Friday, February 19, 2010
How to measure blood?
in milliliters, or in gold,
Suppose
in kidneys, or cords
... of wood
say in futures of you
whichever way you turn
... none any good.
Measure blood in
Spill't blood all over
from futile Speculation
of feudalis't mis-action
Measure blood as children --
Dot, Charlie, and Maddie,
Or --
Is blood fattie
thick or gritty like sand
in human hue of hands
so how do we measure blood
... anyway?
in milliliters, or in gold,
Suppose
in kidneys, or cords
... of wood
say in futures of you
whichever way you turn
... none any good.
Measure blood in
Spill't blood all over
from futile Speculation
of feudalis't mis-action
Measure blood as children --
Dot, Charlie, and Maddie,
Or --
Is blood fattie
thick or gritty like sand
in human hue of hands
so how do we measure blood
... anyway?
Monday, January 18, 2010
*SMART ASS ANSWER #2*
>> A truck driver was driving along on the freeway and noticed a sign that read: Low Bridge Ahead. Before he knows it, the bridge is right in front of him and his truck gets wedged under it. Cars are backed up for miles.
>> Finally a police car comes up. The cop gets out of his car and walks to the truck driver, puts his hands on his hips and says, 'Got stuck, huh?'
>> The truck driver says, 'No, I was delivering this bridge and I ran out of gas.'
>> A truck driver was driving along on the freeway and noticed a sign that read: Low Bridge Ahead. Before he knows it, the bridge is right in front of him and his truck gets wedged under it. Cars are backed up for miles.
>> Finally a police car comes up. The cop gets out of his car and walks to the truck driver, puts his hands on his hips and says, 'Got stuck, huh?'
>> The truck driver says, 'No, I was delivering this bridge and I ran out of gas.'
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Frequent Heartburn
Variations on Themes
by Pat Darnell, and, Sho Nuff
Bryan TX | 01.11.2010
Frequent heartburn
... comes to call
Every time a spuddin' boy
... knocks on this stall
He sees my collections
... of things big and tall
Then, right then, decides he is in
... "Hiddy Mr D; can I see that guitar?"
You men out there
... who got no daughter at all
Is luckiest men ... by far.
'Cause then in comes Slasher
... right behind is Emo, then Bingo
Followed by this kid Gungus Din.
It isn't too purty ... what and all
"Defy all moral maxims"
Them boys is durty
... this shape youth's in
Li'l sister introduces them
... tall one, Short one,
And this one here is Slim
Her brothers all shake their hands
Her brothers all nice to 'em
Then Daughter gets nicer yet !
Frequent heartburn sets in,
Please don't do me like that
Frequent heartburn again,
Betrays what d'em boys is at!
Yep it 'tis Daddy's
... frequent heartburn
That sets up in his craw'
And sure 'nuff goes to town
Daddy's daughters and all
... being nice to boys ...
... twistin'things all around,
Makin' Frequent Heartburn climb
... right off'n the wall,
... so unkind ... Humpty Dumpty it hurts!
Ohh, it hurts!
Say it ain't so!
Anyone have a TUMS?
... eeeerrrruupppp ...
Oh my God
It burns... it burns
That's it ... I'm dyin'...
Be home by Ten!
__________________
BADMEN*
by Cole Porter, 1916
[Tenores:]
A thoro'ly roaring reckless lot in us you see.
We're everything that you would not desire to be.
All moral maxims we defy.
We gamble, swear and guzzle rye.
We are the pink of impropriety-ety-ety.
[Basses:]
Ha-ha! Ho-ho! What very wild oats we sow.
Ha-ha! Ho-ho! What terrible brutes we are.
Unheeding possible dangers,
We plunder innocent strangers.
Ha-ha! Ho-ho! Ha-ha! Ho-ho! Ha -ha!
[Tenores and Basses:]
Badmen, badmen, picturesquely clad men.
Badmen, badmen, dangerous as madmen.
Badmen, badmen, the world has seldom had men
So likely to hurt you,
So void of all virtue as we.
The very pink of impropriety are we.
*The original opening chorus. Manuscript in the Music division of the Library of Congress. Introduced by ensemble. No. 1 in the original sequence. (Kimball, Robert. 1992. pg 42, complete lyrics of cole porter, the)
__________________
Younger Sons of Peers*
by Cole Porter, 1916
We've a little secret to confess to you.
what we've been asserting isn't strictly true.
Don't be disappointed when you hear us say
That we are late arrivals in the U.S. A.
Don't be surprised
When we say we're aristocracy disguised.
Please believe your ears
When we tell you we are younger sons of peers
Sons of houses dated
From medieval years.
In Burke you'll find us rated
As younger sons of peers.
We're second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh,
Eigth, nine sons of peerless peers.
We're younger sons of England's most eminent peers.
Younger sons of English peers,
Younger sons of english peers.
'Three cheers!
*This number, the Revelation Chorus of Badmen, might have been the second part of the original opening chorus. Manuscript at the Library of Congress. It might have been deleted before the New York opening. No. 2 in the original sequence. (Kimball, Robert. 1992. pg 43, complete lyrics of cole porter, the)
by Pat Darnell, and, Sho Nuff
Bryan TX | 01.11.2010
Frequent heartburn
... comes to call
Every time a spuddin' boy
... knocks on this stall
He sees my collections
... of things big and tall
Then, right then, decides he is in
... "Hiddy Mr D; can I see that guitar?"
You men out there
... who got no daughter at all
Is luckiest men ... by far.
'Cause then in comes Slasher
... right behind is Emo, then Bingo
Followed by this kid Gungus Din.
It isn't too purty ... what and all
"Defy all moral maxims"
Them boys is durty
... this shape youth's in
Li'l sister introduces them
... tall one, Short one,
And this one here is Slim
Her brothers all shake their hands
Her brothers all nice to 'em
Then Daughter gets nicer yet !
Frequent heartburn sets in,
Please don't do me like that
Frequent heartburn again,
Betrays what d'em boys is at!
Yep it 'tis Daddy's
... frequent heartburn
That sets up in his craw'
And sure 'nuff goes to town
Daddy's daughters and all
... being nice to boys ...
... twistin'things all around,
Makin' Frequent Heartburn climb
... right off'n the wall,
... so unkind ... Humpty Dumpty it hurts!
Ohh, it hurts!
Say it ain't so!
Anyone have a TUMS?
... eeeerrrruupppp ...
Oh my God
It burns... it burns
That's it ... I'm dyin'...
Be home by Ten!
__________________
BADMEN*
by Cole Porter, 1916
[Tenores:]
A thoro'ly roaring reckless lot in us you see.
We're everything that you would not desire to be.
All moral maxims we defy.
We gamble, swear and guzzle rye.
We are the pink of impropriety-ety-ety.
[Basses:]
Ha-ha! Ho-ho! What very wild oats we sow.
Ha-ha! Ho-ho! What terrible brutes we are.
Unheeding possible dangers,
We plunder innocent strangers.
Ha-ha! Ho-ho! Ha-ha! Ho-ho! Ha -ha!
[Tenores and Basses:]
Badmen, badmen, picturesquely clad men.
Badmen, badmen, dangerous as madmen.
Badmen, badmen, the world has seldom had men
So likely to hurt you,
So void of all virtue as we.
The very pink of impropriety are we.
*The original opening chorus. Manuscript in the Music division of the Library of Congress. Introduced by ensemble. No. 1 in the original sequence. (Kimball, Robert. 1992. pg 42, complete lyrics of cole porter, the)
__________________
Younger Sons of Peers*
by Cole Porter, 1916
We've a little secret to confess to you.
what we've been asserting isn't strictly true.
Don't be disappointed when you hear us say
That we are late arrivals in the U.S. A.
Don't be surprised
When we say we're aristocracy disguised.
Please believe your ears
When we tell you we are younger sons of peers
Sons of houses dated
From medieval years.
In Burke you'll find us rated
As younger sons of peers.
We're second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh,
Eigth, nine sons of peerless peers.
We're younger sons of England's most eminent peers.
Younger sons of English peers,
Younger sons of english peers.
'Three cheers!
*This number, the Revelation Chorus of Badmen, might have been the second part of the original opening chorus. Manuscript at the Library of Congress. It might have been deleted before the New York opening. No. 2 in the original sequence. (Kimball, Robert. 1992. pg 43, complete lyrics of cole porter, the)
Long Fingers, by Jayne D'Arcy
Long fingers
Tripping
Over strings of metal
Weaving music
From some other
Plane
Of existence
The Holiest of Holies
Radiates
From his face
Shhh
Listen
-- Original poem written for Poetry Geist
Friday, January 8, 2010
Illustration
Pan Historia: "What do you do to make yourself write when you just feel like doing nothing?"
Pat Darnell: I paint... then live then write then eat then sleep, then live, then write...
i have faith now in my elderly-ness that the time to write will come around, regardless of self-loathing, or anxiety ... so a computer to write on is my heaven sent 24\7\365 partner.
:: there, an impromptu 13\9\13\9 verse for you guys... .. Okay?
Pat Darnell: I paint... then live then write then eat then sleep, then live, then write...
i have faith now in my elderly-ness that the time to write will come around, regardless of self-loathing, or anxiety ... so a computer to write on is my heaven sent 24\7\365 partner.
My next written word is a horizon to the East
... and while I wait for the sun to rise
feel sand 'tween my toes, snow falls tenderly to the beach
... turn myself to live the Seagulls' cries
:: there, an impromptu 13\9\13\9 verse for you guys... .. Okay?
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Lassoing the Hurricane
by Pat Darnell
I lassoed a hurricane
Whose name was arcane
Not Bob, Lance or Jayne
Rather every tit, tat and tweedle
of the Mormon-like Bible people
it came to pass, ordained.
And my tender tongue
dry from salted wheat
drives me ever up further
on Aqua d' Puzzo Creek.
I lassoed a hurricane
Whose name was arcane
Not Bob, Lance or Jayne
Rather every tit, tat and tweedle
of the Mormon-like Bible people
it came to pass, ordained.
And my tender tongue
dry from salted wheat
drives me ever up further
on Aqua d' Puzzo Creek.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
The Twelve Days of Wisdom
by Pat Darnell
-- "TWELVE T-Mister-Virtual MOHAWK GRENADES..."
-- one plus ten Mercedes Benz
-- Ten Commercializing Marketeers ---
-- Nine 2009 YouTube Magical Parades...
-- Eight Emotive Rambles, of Votive Ambition ...
-- Seven Works in Progress ...
-- Six Slap Bass Jazz-ists ....
-- Five clever Elves a-Leaping ...
-- Four girls from Hyndsver ...
-- Three non-French-made farm implements ...
-- two Rocket--Men,
-- and a labile Dan-de-li-on on a breeze ..."
-- "TWELVE T-Mister-Virtual MOHAWK GRENADES..."
-- one plus ten Mercedes Benz
-- Ten Commercializing Marketeers ---
-- Nine 2009 YouTube Magical Parades...
-- Eight Emotive Rambles, of Votive Ambition ...
-- Seven Works in Progress ...
-- Six Slap Bass Jazz-ists ....
-- Five clever Elves a-Leaping ...
-- Four girls from Hyndsver ...
-- Three non-French-made farm implements ...
-- two Rocket--Men,
-- and a labile Dan-de-li-on on a breeze ..."
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