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.

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]

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]

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]

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:

O_O

(~~)

(*__V__*)

Kin of Word
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

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

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!

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."

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)