The Comedian

I write poetry
because I'm shallow

Don't quit your day job
they'd tell me

They were right!






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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

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...




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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.


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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




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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




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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.


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Globe gone Warm?

Warming globe?

Naw; I don't think so ...

Truth is:

We are all skeletons,

'n We all have trouble,

Letting go.



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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


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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.


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Here's the deal dear
I could turn you
Yes I could
turn you

Turn you,
if it your wish



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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

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!


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