Wisdom is a hard case
Sometimes it grins.
What starts as a childhood thought
Grows into boundaries of one's art
Past, present, future ...
Background, subject, foreground,
Pushing, ever moving, upon Wisdom's legs
Four pillars in agreement
With disturbance and a promise
Stands solid against what?
Restlessness.
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
Saturday, April 21, 2012
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Pig
Groomed for pork burger
classed in category
buffered by ass purger
streamed by bestiary
Lapping up milk spilling
trimming the rules to fit
driving beasts to killing
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
classed in category
buffered by ass purger
streamed by bestiary
Lapping up milk spilling
trimming the rules to fit
driving beasts to killing
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
“ALL ANIMALS ARE EQUAL, BUT SOME ARE MORE EQUAL THAN OTHERS” - George Orwell, Animal Farm, Ch. 10
Tap into the rhythm of the passersby
If they listen do I win, or do I die?
Ambitious drop zones carry your bitchin’ tune
While many fall victim to impending doom
Criminals are made, from all these pages torn
It’s you and me brother against elites born
One sniff of the leaders’ board leaves a foul smell,
do the math, you have a snow balls chance in hell.
As for a path to start I submit the above three
but add a fourth that $750 grand you will need
and as that hunger pain in your gizzard rumbles
It won’t hurt a bit if Art Linkletter is your uncle…
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
If they listen do I win, or do I die?
Ambitious drop zones carry your bitchin’ tune
While many fall victim to impending doom
Criminals are made, from all these pages torn
It’s you and me brother against elites born
One sniff of the leaders’ board leaves a foul smell,
do the math, you have a snow balls chance in hell.
As for a path to start I submit the above three
but add a fourth that $750 grand you will need
and as that hunger pain in your gizzard rumbles
It won’t hurt a bit if Art Linkletter is your uncle…
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
Saturday, April 14, 2012
Truth
Twenty-thousand persons
gathered to witness
rising tide of things ...
Humanly articulate,
god-like tongu'ed men
utter the words
words of the soul of Truth
... winged Truth ...
Now I might at last
spread my wings.
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gathered to witness
rising tide of things ...
Humanly articulate,
god-like tongu'ed men
utter the words
words of the soul of Truth
... winged Truth ...
Now I might at last
spread my wings.
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
Presents Us Fluid
By magical ingest,
time previous dormant,
time began at her voice,
that I happily heard
spill at some place,
I hear it still.
The calendar started
though in mysterious depart
... or, legend, what have you,
creation of two
evolved to this.
I meet her
to hold her hand
... hold my breath ...
spend effort to be quiet
and subdue tendencies
... like to bark!
There and then
thunder started;
no more holding
a two year mentality
But, again,
the mystique of our meeting
there, like that,
with feeling
of rivers flowing
through us.
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
time previous dormant,
time began at her voice,
that I happily heard
spill at some place,
I hear it still.
The calendar started
though in mysterious depart
... or, legend, what have you,
creation of two
evolved to this.
I meet her
to hold her hand
... hold my breath ...
spend effort to be quiet
and subdue tendencies
... like to bark!
There and then
thunder started;
no more holding
a two year mentality
But, again,
the mystique of our meeting
there, like that,
with feeling
of rivers flowing
through us.
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
Simply ...
... Failure in developing
age-appropriate peer
relationships ...
... Lack of spontaneity
when seeking
shared interests with others,
and a real lack
of social
,or, emotional reciprocity.
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell (2000)
age-appropriate peer
relationships ...
... Lack of spontaneity
when seeking
shared interests with others,
and a real lack
of social
,or, emotional reciprocity.
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell (2000)
Saturday, April 7, 2012
Math Model
Summarily cogitate
distance
with time
in units;
Travel modes
foot cinch
roped arc swing
conveyor
mind set and
slide rollers;
Within boundaries
of creeks, arroyos
and hollows;
Stand of cottonwoods
image break-lines
fog stalls
distant quiet;
Patterns
exist
suggest
smell, breath;
Vital molds
and
maintenance
sequential.
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell (1977)
distance
with time
in units;
Travel modes
foot cinch
roped arc swing
conveyor
mind set and
slide rollers;
Within boundaries
of creeks, arroyos
and hollows;
Stand of cottonwoods
image break-lines
fog stalls
distant quiet;
Patterns
exist
suggest
smell, breath;
Vital molds
and
maintenance
sequential.
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell (1977)
Beholding
Frondling of new Spring
inner quiet
dismal passage
time extremism
not soothing
Industry in
welding words
and quickness
in their fade
noticing rooting
with regard
just a day passes
of all men
their systems and ways;
Things work
but are broken by
bacterial underthings
and over-things
all a'play ...
Play puts play
in action, and
discovers
natural setting of
mistakes, and
assumptions of
carefully
planned discourse;
Remorseful buds
limit the inheritance
of property to
a succession of heirs,
arguing for a newer diagram
that academics may photograph
Lent
rooms for huge
governments detailed
in movement upon movement
of fad upon fad
spoke of because
we call the latest prophet
TIME, our judge, who has
favored as always
immaturity, and degradation.
Should you live, frondling,
in decadence ocurring sadly
next to you
frondling of a new Spring?
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell (1977)
inner quiet
dismal passage
time extremism
not soothing
Industry in
welding words
and quickness
in their fade
noticing rooting
with regard
just a day passes
of all men
their systems and ways;
Things work
but are broken by
bacterial underthings
and over-things
all a'play ...
Play puts play
in action, and
discovers
natural setting of
mistakes, and
assumptions of
carefully
planned discourse;
Remorseful buds
limit the inheritance
of property to
a succession of heirs,
arguing for a newer diagram
that academics may photograph
Lent
rooms for huge
governments detailed
in movement upon movement
of fad upon fad
spoke of because
we call the latest prophet
TIME, our judge, who has
favored as always
immaturity, and degradation.
Should you live, frondling,
in decadence ocurring sadly
next to you
frondling of a new Spring?
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell (1977)
Friday, April 6, 2012
One Single Notion
One single notion:
Disorder out of chaos ...
Questions, like rebellion,
set adrift,
doubtful of surviving,
floating in sleeplessness.
Demands endless searches
assurances yet to come
... out of drawbacks
off warm but dangerous perches,
Rebellion in strangling circles ...
Learned, quiet, humility
detoxified,
recognized,
in broad natural effects
Genius spread on genome floor ...
Inspect, state, appreciate
a miracle of stamina
Balls of fortune
roll and bump
through gregarious
social walls
No flat surface
for potential
kinetic motions of
movable, dutiful, youth,
Who masters the rise
to be counted
by being encountered
on eave of this morrow.
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell (1977)
Disorder out of chaos ...
Questions, like rebellion,
set adrift,
doubtful of surviving,
floating in sleeplessness.
Demands endless searches
assurances yet to come
... out of drawbacks
off warm but dangerous perches,
Rebellion in strangling circles ...
Learned, quiet, humility
detoxified,
recognized,
in broad natural effects
Genius spread on genome floor ...
Inspect, state, appreciate
a miracle of stamina
Balls of fortune
roll and bump
through gregarious
social walls
No flat surface
for potential
kinetic motions of
movable, dutiful, youth,
Who masters the rise
to be counted
by being encountered
on eave of this morrow.
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell (1977)
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
UBILAM
Just so we are all
up to speed --
On the same page,
Concerning chaos of age --
Noting its all the rage online
with settlers of
"New Australia Lunar" Stage
Is not a gate of heaven iron
by any sage...
Goats had hitchhiked
To lunar surface early
And Goat DNA had
Entered the "Errol Morris
Clone Factory" accidentally
And today was Day of the Dead
On Ubilam Beach, where
their leader calls out names
of passed away beloved
"Bedlam, Balaam, Belem, Balsam
"Bart rap, Bangles and Bartech --"
Called Bursar the Human Zy Goat
Calling out names of his dead
And departed relatives
The new races
Of New Australia
Were exceptionally strict
Well-measured and manicured
Almost Draconian ticked
They established a cemetery for pets
And a thin blue line
For security
They held festivals regularly
Such as: Misters of Death
Like today, and Fogs of War,
And, Mists of Plutonium
Or, Holographic Holocaust horror
Also, was a day of Locusts
and The Squid and the Whale
And the naming by Bursar stopped...
Even now
As new Goat Herds
Trippingly Pronk
And roust
Bounding in the kettle moraine
Of lunar surface
One of best times in their
Golden era was 7 x 6
Lunar cycles of childhoods
pre-Time when pupae
Out-birthed as humanoids
Into conditions favorable
And not toxin to clones
Mixed with mountain stock
Of venerable RAM’s analog
As factors allow
Childhoods to reach fruition
In accordance of some singularity
Known as pre-bang mechanics
Abiding no longer
Just as a mental construct
But as a mistake of science
Achieving furtherance
Through moderate living attribute
Of environmental factors and
With pollutants in abate
Meeting effectively all appraisal
For lunar base New Australia 2108
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
up to speed --
On the same page,
Concerning chaos of age --
Noting its all the rage online
with settlers of
"New Australia Lunar" Stage
Is not a gate of heaven iron
by any sage...
Goats had hitchhiked
To lunar surface early
And Goat DNA had
Entered the "Errol Morris
Clone Factory" accidentally
And today was Day of the Dead
On Ubilam Beach, where
their leader calls out names
of passed away beloved
"Bedlam, Balaam, Belem, Balsam
"Bart rap, Bangles and Bartech --"
Called Bursar the Human Zy Goat
Calling out names of his dead
And departed relatives
The new races
Of New Australia
Were exceptionally strict
Well-measured and manicured
Almost Draconian ticked
They established a cemetery for pets
And a thin blue line
For security
They held festivals regularly
Such as: Misters of Death
Like today, and Fogs of War,
And, Mists of Plutonium
Or, Holographic Holocaust horror
Also, was a day of Locusts
and The Squid and the Whale
And the naming by Bursar stopped...
Even now
As new Goat Herds
Trippingly Pronk
And roust
Bounding in the kettle moraine
Of lunar surface
One of best times in their
Golden era was 7 x 6
Lunar cycles of childhoods
pre-Time when pupae
Out-birthed as humanoids
Into conditions favorable
And not toxin to clones
Mixed with mountain stock
Of venerable RAM’s analog
As factors allow
Childhoods to reach fruition
In accordance of some singularity
Known as pre-bang mechanics
Abiding no longer
Just as a mental construct
But as a mistake of science
Achieving furtherance
Through moderate living attribute
Of environmental factors and
With pollutants in abate
Meeting effectively all appraisal
For lunar base New Australia 2108
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
Ecosystem Evidence
What truly is Remarkable
There is an entire ecosystem
Living collective, in and under
The "Public Works and Metal Bending
Relics and Attributes Division"
Factory floor of Moon marble
where giant plants have rooted
growing great leaves fluted
Covering large stipules
Sticking out and being
Cross fertilized
By hummingbird spicules
Actually clones of hover
Drop tiny substance
On the flat leaves where
Large slugs scoot
along stems and roots
slurping up
droppings and algae
peanut shells, and grimy
Nicotine scale -- while
Winged butterflies follow
Their sluggish friends
And poke in turn
in the dust
on pollen laden heads
Of hummingbird's
Circles of oily fungi
Form in the slug slime
Growing into mushrooms
Of lunar kind
Microscopic inspection
Would doubtless reveal
An entire sub-visible thrill
Of thistle and seed
Typical of nature's industry
Of outback flotsam and debris
Underway now for a century
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell (circa 2003)
There is an entire ecosystem
Living collective, in and under
The "Public Works and Metal Bending
Relics and Attributes Division"
Factory floor of Moon marble
where giant plants have rooted
growing great leaves fluted
Covering large stipules
Sticking out and being
Cross fertilized
By hummingbird spicules
Actually clones of hover
Drop tiny substance
On the flat leaves where
Large slugs scoot
along stems and roots
slurping up
droppings and algae
peanut shells, and grimy
Nicotine scale -- while
Winged butterflies follow
Their sluggish friends
And poke in turn
in the dust
on pollen laden heads
Of hummingbird's
Circles of oily fungi
Form in the slug slime
Growing into mushrooms
Of lunar kind
Microscopic inspection
Would doubtless reveal
An entire sub-visible thrill
Of thistle and seed
Typical of nature's industry
Of outback flotsam and debris
Underway now for a century
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell (circa 2003)
New Australia
A goat kissed the mist
Her name is D V Dram,
She was looking for
2020 exhibits on Main
At Chevy Chase Ray
in New Cairo, Siam
She did a quick search
On her Bic.surgeX
To match the beast
At her feet, on its leash
With something
Recognizable of late
In her "Lunar Navigator
Correlative plates"
As missionary to moon
Her mission had been
Preach -- teach -- reach
But how
If she could not even
Understand
The primal screech
or errant bray
Of a flawed speech
How D V Dram
Worried for her kind
The boulevard
Was vacated at this time
But a large building
Was teeming
With fellow goat-herds seeming
To cajole and work
So there she commenced
To investigate the edifice where
The sign read "New Australia
Public Works and Metal Bending
Relics and Attributes Division"
Loud equipment
Being run by
Even louder natives
Conveyors fed presses
Up and down went machines
Banging thunderously
Into their bases
Where from afterward
Bent metal shot out
Onto belts and rollers
To where sparks flew
As parts got welded
D V Dram’s wrist vibrated
To show her the implicated
Match to her query of late
"It is a Dog-Cat,
somewhat matriculated"
"Thanks, SurgeX, return to steady state.."
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell (circa 2003)
Her name is D V Dram,
She was looking for
2020 exhibits on Main
At Chevy Chase Ray
in New Cairo, Siam
She did a quick search
On her Bic.surgeX
To match the beast
At her feet, on its leash
With something
Recognizable of late
In her "Lunar Navigator
Correlative plates"
As missionary to moon
Her mission had been
Preach -- teach -- reach
But how
If she could not even
Understand
The primal screech
or errant bray
Of a flawed speech
How D V Dram
Worried for her kind
The boulevard
Was vacated at this time
But a large building
Was teeming
With fellow goat-herds seeming
To cajole and work
So there she commenced
To investigate the edifice where
The sign read "New Australia
Public Works and Metal Bending
Relics and Attributes Division"
Loud equipment
Being run by
Even louder natives
Conveyors fed presses
Up and down went machines
Banging thunderously
Into their bases
Where from afterward
Bent metal shot out
Onto belts and rollers
To where sparks flew
As parts got welded
D V Dram’s wrist vibrated
To show her the implicated
Match to her query of late
"It is a Dog-Cat,
somewhat matriculated"
"Thanks, SurgeX, return to steady state.."
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell (circa 2003)
Self interest
Heightened senses, much like,
Reality is no reality...
surrounded by gravity
So must pass through
Deaf, dumb processing
Go they, so, virtually
Real, eh...
And that’s not all
There is self service
It is complicated, much like,
"Who said we should clip wings
"And tag bears
"And skin leopards ?"
Some curse of dust
moon settlers continue to live under
Proceeding with others’ wishes
Like once was said --
It is complicated
Much like Freemasonry,
and cults of fertility
How else could
well meaning descendant's'
of Baal find redeeming lives
than by staging robust migrate
to Lunar Base 2108?
Too many replications
Destroy antidotes
No one will baby sit
Like billy goats
No being does--
No caste has gone this remote.
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell (circa 2003)
Reality is no reality...
surrounded by gravity
So must pass through
Deaf, dumb processing
Go they, so, virtually
Real, eh...
And that’s not all
There is self service
It is complicated, much like,
"Who said we should clip wings
"And tag bears
"And skin leopards ?"
Some curse of dust
moon settlers continue to live under
Proceeding with others’ wishes
Like once was said --
It is complicated
Much like Freemasonry,
and cults of fertility
How else could
well meaning descendant's'
of Baal find redeeming lives
than by staging robust migrate
to Lunar Base 2108?
Too many replications
Destroy antidotes
No one will baby sit
Like billy goats
No being does--
No caste has gone this remote.
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell (circa 2003)
The Naked Stalk
Mote, threshed loosed
chaff
Dry grass,
sodder
Stalks of grain, straw,
Stubble of
Naked husk
To settle forth
Vapors
Chaff
Lecherous she-things
seem to steam out
of walls, and seams
And even from books
Acting on treachery
Everywhere --
Even from her regard
In possession of she-brain
She-goat Elizabeth
Mourns the mist
‘Must we wake to mist?
Every morn?’
She asks Brother Charles
And Freddie Fodder
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell (circa 2003)
chaff
Dry grass,
sodder
Stalks of grain, straw,
Stubble of
Naked husk
To settle forth
Vapors
Chaff
Lecherous she-things
seem to steam out
of walls, and seams
And even from books
Acting on treachery
Everywhere --
Even from her regard
In possession of she-brain
She-goat Elizabeth
Mourns the mist
‘Must we wake to mist?
Every morn?’
She asks Brother Charles
And Freddie Fodder
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell (circa 2003)
Explorer
Pygmy rock bounder
Horned errant
As mists lifts
Burning away
Stratified
Immersed
Pledged woolly robed visitor
In secrets earnest
To charge enemies who
Advance in truest form
Train eyes sternest
Cry: "Forward --
“No retreat”
Woes freighted
As traumas converge
Valor splendid
On shoulders
In morning mists
As moon and sun
Set and rise
with moon wind between
ram heads
Filling sky
Barely above mists
Eye on eye
Brains of rams
and goat heads of the mists
leaping in sixth sense
high flying in gravity sixth
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell (circa 2003)
Horned errant
As mists lifts
Burning away
Stratified
Immersed
Pledged woolly robed visitor
In secrets earnest
To charge enemies who
Advance in truest form
Train eyes sternest
Cry: "Forward --
“No retreat”
Woes freighted
As traumas converge
Valor splendid
On shoulders
In morning mists
As moon and sun
Set and rise
with moon wind between
ram heads
Filling sky
Barely above mists
Eye on eye
Brains of rams
and goat heads of the mists
leaping in sixth sense
high flying in gravity sixth
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell (circa 2003)
Sun not up yet
Sun not up yet --
In dawn haze
She is there; She is there
Horned owl, winged lion
Catching frog eyes
To swallow
Drops down
Plucks them
From grassy hideaways
Fills her gullet
Sharp her eyes
Sharper talons
Her direct flight
Efficient and fruitful
Sends chills down
A morning spine
Rabbits run across lupines
on Grandmother’s grave
stop abrupt, give vigil gaze
...above in predawn predation haze
First light; she splinters off
To her loftier nest
full of Owlets, hungry
For rat, frog and fish
-- Life evident
birth Burdened with Myth
Owl knows well that night
is Living history of moon light
Lunar specter as light reflector
Like an hour of darkness laser
Moon has been burdened
As accurate metaphor for Satan
Masquerading as source of light
But really only reflecting
some True light down on paths
Of those living in darkness --
Truth eclipses comparison
but Satan was shackled
by the Son
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell (circa 2003)
In dawn haze
She is there; She is there
Horned owl, winged lion
Catching frog eyes
To swallow
Drops down
Plucks them
From grassy hideaways
Fills her gullet
Sharp her eyes
Sharper talons
Her direct flight
Efficient and fruitful
Sends chills down
A morning spine
Rabbits run across lupines
on Grandmother’s grave
stop abrupt, give vigil gaze
...above in predawn predation haze
First light; she splinters off
To her loftier nest
full of Owlets, hungry
For rat, frog and fish
-- Life evident
birth Burdened with Myth
Owl knows well that night
is Living history of moon light
Lunar specter as light reflector
Like an hour of darkness laser
Moon has been burdened
As accurate metaphor for Satan
Masquerading as source of light
But really only reflecting
some True light down on paths
Of those living in darkness --
Truth eclipses comparison
but Satan was shackled
by the Son
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell (circa 2003)
The Hitchhiker
Turning the tables
Always led to
Increase in hitchhiking;
Why?
Due to turn-about
Is still fair-play.
Canyon freckled
Creation reckoned
Space time beckoned
Journey on spinning spheres
Litany of courage
Frailty of flash
Hounded, lest forgotten
Satan shackled
at last
Creation ending
Creation unfolding
Only restart of something
Rewind and fast forward
Woolly barber
intending well shearer
Lamb of God
Reckoned hitcher
Promise perfect
Garden lair
and Rams’ pairs
Creation of mist
Ram heads in the air
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Always led to
Increase in hitchhiking;
Why?
Due to turn-about
Is still fair-play.
Canyon freckled
Creation reckoned
Space time beckoned
Journey on spinning spheres
Litany of courage
Frailty of flash
Hounded, lest forgotten
Satan shackled
at last
Creation ending
Creation unfolding
Only restart of something
Rewind and fast forward
Woolly barber
intending well shearer
Lamb of God
Reckoned hitcher
Promise perfect
Garden lair
and Rams’ pairs
Creation of mist
Ram heads in the air
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell (circa 2003)
Goat Heads of the Mists
Out of the mists
Ascend goats
Toppling cairns
Riding magma moat
Of conformation
And advent
Amid new Tibetan craters
Stiffened n’ arched spines
Hoofed charger,
ramming speed
Radiant goat
heads butting, butting
Sure-foot woolen beast
Carved in stone
Circumstance and path
Origins of goat alphabet
Goateed alphabet of rut
In New Australia 2108
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell (circa 2003)
Ascend goats
Toppling cairns
Riding magma moat
Of conformation
And advent
Amid new Tibetan craters
Stiffened n’ arched spines
Hoofed charger,
ramming speed
Radiant goat
heads butting, butting
Sure-foot woolen beast
Carved in stone
Circumstance and path
Origins of goat alphabet
Goateed alphabet of rut
In New Australia 2108
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell (circa 2003)
Glass
Glass state clearly
fits neither solid nor liquid;
a mixture of characteristics
distinct with patterns
from behavior in heat context
A frozen liquid
at room temperature
solid, stretched glaze
runny liquid at 1500 degrees C
Softening, stretching, flowing,
heat forming equations;
basic element like solids plays
constraints in glass encouraged
to form certain ways.
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell (2004)
fits neither solid nor liquid;
a mixture of characteristics
distinct with patterns
from behavior in heat context
A frozen liquid
at room temperature
solid, stretched glaze
runny liquid at 1500 degrees C
Softening, stretching, flowing,
heat forming equations;
basic element like solids plays
constraints in glass encouraged
to form certain ways.
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell (2004)
Lazik Works
It is hard enough to write
when eyes aren't right
difficult to read
when seeing in threes
Forfeit clarity ...
... job's not done
Forfeit integrity ...
... orders don't come!
Eye socket mold
blindness as foretold
invent a corrector,
Lazik eye vector
Of scientific reason
of heated cohesion
Carbonized flesh
sacrificed epithelial
scent rising up fresh
life is buttercup thresh.
Now we write agilely,
and see just nattily.
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
when eyes aren't right
difficult to read
when seeing in threes
Forfeit clarity ...
... job's not done
Forfeit integrity ...
... orders don't come!
Eye socket mold
blindness as foretold
invent a corrector,
Lazik eye vector
Of scientific reason
of heated cohesion
Carbonized flesh
sacrificed epithelial
scent rising up fresh
life is buttercup thresh.
Now we write agilely,
and see just nattily.
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
Recall my Angel
To my not ready heart
And from an immeasurable abyss
of my experiences appalling
Father finds me falling
and angrily a'stalling
Enemies gather 'round me
not by silence but
by bastard din, my haggard ears
caked in crustiness of living
crust of grievous, costly, heart
Not as master of life
Rather, dogged, clowned
of stupendous grounds
renown in hapless pounds
hunted down
by song-less hounds.
Sown like a mustard seed
felled in ragweed
among stones and cairns
by some miracle alive --
-- in crags of coincidence
sustaining this life
Life fleeing
out of present being
he, she, and, it breathe
esophageal -- would not
one angel appeal ...
bend a wing
come to my aid
heed my prim voice staid?
From this expression of grave
where lies grandfather
and grandmother
I am weak, sad, depraved,
not brother nor son
of an angel
Conjured in plasmagel!
Recall my angel
to sit with me
in silence,
before the light,
before the river,
before the river arrives
to see my angel
and senses enlightened soul.
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell (1991)
And from an immeasurable abyss
of my experiences appalling
Father finds me falling
and angrily a'stalling
Enemies gather 'round me
not by silence but
by bastard din, my haggard ears
caked in crustiness of living
crust of grievous, costly, heart
Not as master of life
Rather, dogged, clowned
of stupendous grounds
renown in hapless pounds
hunted down
by song-less hounds.
Sown like a mustard seed
felled in ragweed
among stones and cairns
by some miracle alive --
-- in crags of coincidence
sustaining this life
Life fleeing
out of present being
he, she, and, it breathe
esophageal -- would not
one angel appeal ...
bend a wing
come to my aid
heed my prim voice staid?
From this expression of grave
where lies grandfather
and grandmother
I am weak, sad, depraved,
not brother nor son
of an angel
Conjured in plasmagel!
Recall my angel
to sit with me
in silence,
before the light,
before the river,
before the river arrives
to see my angel
and senses enlightened soul.
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell (1991)
Message to the Reader
Specifically,
Christ has come,
and risen, and claimed
He will come back;
And, we are all still crazy,
in a rebellion,
that will not
end nicely;
according to
the manual.
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
Christ has come,
and risen, and claimed
He will come back;
And, we are all still crazy,
in a rebellion,
that will not
end nicely;
according to
the manual.
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
Drought / Burn Ban / Brazos County
Reveal to me
oh, Lord,
Heaven, and,
Hell ...
101 degrees Fahrenheit
June, 2005.
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oh, Lord,
Heaven, and,
Hell ...
101 degrees Fahrenheit
June, 2005.
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
Catch a Book
balance
knowledge
source
innocence
compare
analyze
open database
segment
region
match
bullets
service
dodge
book
persuade
resolve
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knowledge
source
innocence
compare
analyze
open database
segment
region
match
bullets
service
dodge
book
persuade
resolve
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
The Hawk Above me Soars
Pain universal
I mourned you Carmella
I mourned a year
and a day
You sailed through
on a whisper--
You returned
a Hawk fisher
oft' a'flight
a wind storm fissure.
Forgive the living kind
I see your frights are over
And my grief is crazy.
Not a day more spake
not another sob I break
no more tears, no more tears
tracing my eyes...
Good bye Mom
You soar God's thermals
fly free to Dad
above trees
Love cannot wait but eternal.
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell 2006
I mourned you Carmella
I mourned a year
and a day
You sailed through
on a whisper--
You returned
a Hawk fisher
oft' a'flight
a wind storm fissure.
Forgive the living kind
I see your frights are over
And my grief is crazy.
Not a day more spake
not another sob I break
no more tears, no more tears
tracing my eyes...
Good bye Mom
You soar God's thermals
fly free to Dad
above trees
Love cannot wait but eternal.
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell 2006
Folk Song
Tall unbending
Leaves un-lending
to the call of the wind ...
Nature 'round us
still astounds us ...
Beauty found within.
And, in the shade
A figure laid
Cool and so calm ...
Look at our world.
Let it be
For I have seen
With Truth,
What it is
To find beauty.
[Author Unknown, Folksong from the 1970's]
Leaves un-lending
to the call of the wind ...
Nature 'round us
still astounds us ...
Beauty found within.
And, in the shade
A figure laid
Cool and so calm ...
Look at our world.
Let it be
For I have seen
With Truth,
What it is
To find beauty.
[Author Unknown, Folksong from the 1970's]
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Rise Here; Lower There
We know when we must write;
When we do write more often
our thoughts gather faster
we become practiced writers.
Tendencies of our poet
of our artist, of our painter --
our own agent --
Who could conglomerate?
Free to explore, scavenge,
race, multiply, score,
etch, cantor, euphor'--
So that want of our kin ...
... is no more.
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
When we do write more often
our thoughts gather faster
we become practiced writers.
Tendencies of our poet
of our artist, of our painter --
our own agent --
Who could conglomerate?
Free to explore, scavenge,
race, multiply, score,
etch, cantor, euphor'--
So that want of our kin ...
... is no more.
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
Ho Hum
Marriage of convenience,
lifestyle; my manifest --
chosen availability
rather than question
Hit home; Comfort zone
I rarely leave it to anyone
acceptance dictates
economy of means
with similar results always
unrequited main stream.
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
lifestyle; my manifest --
chosen availability
rather than question
Hit home; Comfort zone
I rarely leave it to anyone
acceptance dictates
economy of means
with similar results always
unrequited main stream.
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
Shop till You Drop
Repeated entry in a space
create required excitement
for certain peak performers
Make many stops
for persons are continually
advancing through many portals
Oriented to drive the sexes
who are tough to secure ...
low ratio aisle to shelves
perfecting human elicitation
Coy accidents in new environments
for manipulation, exacerbates
shoppers' time references;
Thus,
could be infinite
the time spent
to shop till you drop.
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
create required excitement
for certain peak performers
Make many stops
for persons are continually
advancing through many portals
Oriented to drive the sexes
who are tough to secure ...
low ratio aisle to shelves
perfecting human elicitation
Coy accidents in new environments
for manipulation, exacerbates
shoppers' time references;
Thus,
could be infinite
the time spent
to shop till you drop.
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
Sunday, April 1, 2012
A Song Act
Impulse to see
Zero where we
impulsed to hike
some scuba gear
and ski boat alike
as the upside
of irrational fears
to make contact
and prove that we
as a people
are totally
unprepared to act
So burly ones:
a self-reinforced
Illusion-ary tact
otherwise journey
that never took place,
we are all alone
as a proto race.
we are not ultra-individualists
some might need sent
corrective surgery
betraying a vindictive
with temperaments surly.
C'mon altogether now, yowl:
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Zero where we
impulsed to hike
some scuba gear
and ski boat alike
as the upside
of irrational fears
Dive! Dive, ye men!Trillion is spent
Don't you have a yen?
Dive! Dive again...
Give it all you can!
to make contact
and prove that we
as a people
are totally
unprepared to act
So burly ones:
Dive! Dive, ye men!Contact is our faith;
Don't you have a yen?
Dive! Dive again...
Give it all you can!
a self-reinforced
Illusion-ary tact
otherwise journey
that never took place,
we are all alone
as a proto race.
Dive! Dive, ye men!First contact might prove
Don't you have a yen?
Dive! Dive again...
Give it all you can!
we are not ultra-individualists
some might need sent
corrective surgery
betraying a vindictive
with temperaments surly.
C'mon altogether now, yowl:
Dive! Dive, ye men!
Make new friends...
Dive! Dive again...
maybe to ascend!
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
Humility
What badge
do I wear
for you to spare
my life?
What element
do I use
to make sacrifice?
What do I pierce
to break through,
Savior, to You?
Why do I still dispute
the greatest is the servant?
Explains who dominates?
Leading is stewarding;
before GOD ...
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
do I wear
for you to spare
my life?
What element
do I use
to make sacrifice?
What do I pierce
to break through,
Savior, to You?
Why do I still dispute
the greatest is the servant?
Explains who dominates?
Leading is stewarding;
before GOD ...
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
Eternal Materials of Construction
Sand castles...
above sand animals,
before high tide,
no respirators, nor,
foundation sound enough
to lay our life's' on
look for Jesus mud ...
maybe day will bring
it to light,
belief is reality ...
serious builds of bodies
need only apply, within ...
Hearing words...
to put them in actions,
build on rocks.
Rising water will not
destroy, nor move,
your dwellings.
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
above sand animals,
before high tide,
no respirators, nor,
foundation sound enough
to lay our life's' on
look for Jesus mud ...
maybe day will bring
it to light,
belief is reality ...
serious builds of bodies
need only apply, within ...
Hearing words...
to put them in actions,
build on rocks.
Rising water will not
destroy, nor move,
your dwellings.
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
2 Minute Dream: Youthfulness
Melchi ...
Melchizedek
was King of Salem
he was Priest
of God Most High
And he might've
straddled the line
concerning the fate
of Poland ...
but he knew what's right;
Melchi was one of two rabbits
Most decorated
in colors of Heaven
Next to a fake name
and fake hare
in fake colors of heaven
And as all waited
by the Gate ...
...
the farmer with a pole
chased the fat fake
rabbit away.
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
Melchizedek
was King of Salem
he was Priest
of God Most High
And he might've
straddled the line
concerning the fate
of Poland ...
but he knew what's right;
Melchi was one of two rabbits
Most decorated
in colors of Heaven
Next to a fake name
and fake hare
in fake colors of heaven
And as all waited
by the Gate ...
...
the farmer with a pole
chased the fat fake
rabbit away.
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
Do Tell
Tinker Belle
does not live here now
Her comforts,
here do not dwell.
But if she visits
with her graces
let me know.
Do tell.
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does not live here now
Her comforts,
here do not dwell.
But if she visits
with her graces
let me know.
Do tell.
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
Friday, March 30, 2012
Are We All on the Same Side
To experience
counter-culture
in an extremely
out-patient
sort of way;
She simply removed
the choke chain
about her neck
and scurried
in a flash to hide from
any continuum of sanity
She said, are we on the same side?
but often left
those she had asked
before they could
answer;
And her trilogy
has no ending for the third book
only liabilities
of quickly written chapters
out of frustration
to put it to an end...
For others to read,
but others do not read
because it runs on,
looking like a
twist of a very old story.
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
counter-culture
in an extremely
out-patient
sort of way;
She simply removed
the choke chain
about her neck
and scurried
in a flash to hide from
any continuum of sanity
She said, are we on the same side?
but often left
those she had asked
before they could
answer;
And her trilogy
has no ending for the third book
only liabilities
of quickly written chapters
out of frustration
to put it to an end...
For others to read,
but others do not read
because it runs on,
looking like a
twist of a very old story.
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Personal Dark Matter
Dark matter, dark consequence,
dark knowledge, dark phases
dark torment, dark energy
dark light, endless correlations
dark prey,
filamentous
without color,
unlit universe,
-- all of relics
of my non-existence
Rudiments, eh --
crude, low, rude, primitive,
this is who I am ...
would you destroy me
I relent,
you relent too?
My quest, self-brought test
discovering
what goes wrong?
Can frozen sleep
be an option?
... help yourself,
leave me alone.
Dark extinction, dark distinction
I am only mirror
with one firm thought
in my head...
In this disconnect
I play mad ...
Am I touching, really, really,
touching dark matter?
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
dark knowledge, dark phases
dark torment, dark energy
dark light, endless correlations
dark prey,
filamentous
without color,
unlit universe,
-- all of relics
of my non-existence
Rudiments, eh --
crude, low, rude, primitive,
this is who I am ...
would you destroy me
I relent,
you relent too?
My quest, self-brought test
discovering
what goes wrong?
Can frozen sleep
be an option?
... help yourself,
leave me alone.
Dark extinction, dark distinction
I am only mirror
with one firm thought
in my head...
In this disconnect
I play mad ...
Am I touching, really, really,
touching dark matter?
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
Friday, March 16, 2012
Studio
When you finally build out your sound studio, do it just like this... four metal posts spring bed, chenille bedspread, wood burning metal pot belly stove, and stovepipe, ... Singer foot pedal sewing machine, wood plank floor, cord rugs, shelf with tins on it.. glass hurricane lamp on a small plank table, a hook to hang your hat and coat, screen door for air but keepin' bugs out ... wood library chair, storm panes on a double slider window ... a mirror with a ghost image in it, a chalice and a beaker for libation... a ceiling covered in tin, and lap and gap wall boards. Okay?
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
GAZA
A Rock Operaepic ... [using the Yiddish Dictionary Online]
by Pat Darnell
-- Act One -- Scene One
[Jolly Old Hamas Boys singing and lobbing missiles and mortars into Israel during Hanukah from the Gaza Strip]
Lob a missile, no one will notice
Lob another, on Israel's hagode'spice
Hamas says "Aim it at Jew pop'lace
like barrels of fish loafs'es gefilteh ..."
We Hamas bully you at khosedl
and invite you to the prom
Here's another aerial bomb
for your gay dreydl and opshtel
Nothing personal, Ehud Barak,
but your infidel protector ally
is soon run by o'bama Barack
with his house slave slice Hillar'ally...
Hama think you unwieldy
Here eat this knuckle shnitke
Another cease fire missile on you Israeli
Quick... quick, take a picture Al Jazeeree!
[Flashes of blinding bright lights going off all over, with poparattzi figures all around in top hats with cards in them that say PRESS... and CNN, MSNBC, FOX, AJ, G4]
______________________________
-- Scene Two --
[Chris the Swedish Narrator from a country so well known for its military prowess in all the years of world war, Sweden]
Swedish Accented Gay Man's Voice Over Speaking English: "Israel has just lost its right to exist! If you first steal a country, then kill and expel their rightful citizens just to follow them and kill them in their refugee camps outside your stolen country - then - you've passed all humanitarian lines and wherefore lost your own right to even exist. Sorry to say, but Israel must be terminated for the sake of all humans right to international peace."
-- fade off --
[Israeli ground troops take up arms, and sing, and march to a tune of old origins. Helicopters, gunships and tanks are rolling and flying into the night...]
Kibutzim to the left
Kibutzim to the right
this is not a soccer match
its a regular army fight
You sakone lobbed 6000 missiles
in 1000 days -- day and night
you Hamas' flatulence
its December twenty eight
It's time to come to
mamehloosh'n Israel's defense
To Kamran, Maradona, and Xenia
and Taher al-Noono
"I invite you and especially your families
spend some days in the Israel arena
where by a few rockets every day
we are attacked for years, yorn la'nga
you devil lickin' Hamas hyenas
Surely your Fatah's will now rejoice
as we pound your Hamas into matsah toast
while US and Brits sing in one voice
"Your Hamas-run interior ministry
of Gaza Strip, well, they are toyt'z."
Oh yeah... weeoooweeooo
Mousa Abu Morzouz,
deputy leader of Hamas people
What did you tell Al Jazeera?
Something about your lost knipl?
Oh yeah... weeoooweeooo
Kibutzim to the left
Kibutzim to the right
Ehud Barak says tonight,
"Any Hamas target is a target"
"Kick 'em hard in the buttockz..."
"Boot 'em thusly in their tookhes..."
"Sweden boy, know this, you are a putz...."
[End of Scene Two]
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
by Pat Darnell
-- Act One -- Scene One
[Jolly Old Hamas Boys singing and lobbing missiles and mortars into Israel during Hanukah from the Gaza Strip]
Lob a missile, no one will notice
Lob another, on Israel's hagode'spice
Hamas says "Aim it at Jew pop'lace
like barrels of fish loafs'es gefilteh ..."
We Hamas bully you at khosedl
and invite you to the prom
Here's another aerial bomb
for your gay dreydl and opshtel
Nothing personal, Ehud Barak,
but your infidel protector ally
is soon run by o'bama Barack
with his house slave slice Hillar'ally...
Hama think you unwieldy
Here eat this knuckle shnitke
Another cease fire missile on you Israeli
Quick... quick, take a picture Al Jazeeree!
[Flashes of blinding bright lights going off all over, with poparattzi figures all around in top hats with cards in them that say PRESS... and CNN, MSNBC, FOX, AJ, G4]
______________________________
-- Scene Two --
[Chris the Swedish Narrator from a country so well known for its military prowess in all the years of world war, Sweden]
Swedish Accented Gay Man's Voice Over Speaking English: "Israel has just lost its right to exist! If you first steal a country, then kill and expel their rightful citizens just to follow them and kill them in their refugee camps outside your stolen country - then - you've passed all humanitarian lines and wherefore lost your own right to even exist. Sorry to say, but Israel must be terminated for the sake of all humans right to international peace."
-- fade off --
[Israeli ground troops take up arms, and sing, and march to a tune of old origins. Helicopters, gunships and tanks are rolling and flying into the night...]
Kibutzim to the left
Kibutzim to the right
this is not a soccer match
its a regular army fight
You sakone lobbed 6000 missiles
in 1000 days -- day and night
you Hamas' flatulence
its December twenty eight
It's time to come to
mamehloosh'n Israel's defense
To Kamran, Maradona, and Xenia
and Taher al-Noono
"I invite you and especially your families
spend some days in the Israel arena
where by a few rockets every day
we are attacked for years, yorn la'nga
you devil lickin' Hamas hyenas
Surely your Fatah's will now rejoice
as we pound your Hamas into matsah toast
while US and Brits sing in one voice
"Your Hamas-run interior ministry
of Gaza Strip, well, they are toyt'z."
Oh yeah... weeoooweeooo
Mousa Abu Morzouz,
deputy leader of Hamas people
What did you tell Al Jazeera?
Something about your lost knipl?
Oh yeah... weeoooweeooo
Kibutzim to the left
Kibutzim to the right
Ehud Barak says tonight,
"Any Hamas target is a target"
"Kick 'em hard in the buttockz..."
"Boot 'em thusly in their tookhes..."
"Sweden boy, know this, you are a putz...."
[End of Scene Two]
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
Sunday, March 11, 2012
New Song by Jack Pribek :: "The King"
the king is
feeling very bad today
the king is
feeling very bad today
he’s indisposed
Got something up his nose
take shelter best
stay out of the way because
the king is
feeling very bad today
The King smells
danger on the vine
The King wants
Everything spit and shine
Lock away pride
Keep it inside
beg mercy on your knees
and pray because
The king is
Feeling very bad today.
by Pribek, [HERE], watch the Video [LINK]
[... plus one unsolicited verse by PD ...]
the King hurts
Down in his blister'ed feet
the King spats
All over the cobbled street
rain pisses down
soaking the town
quit dancing and singing
toll bell is ringing
the King is
feeling very bad today.
Sunday, March 4, 2012
VOGON POETRY :: Discourse
[Picture LINK]
Poetry Discussion LINK
Vogons are described as officiously bureaucratic, a line of work at which they perform so well that the entire galactic bureaucracy is run by them.
On Vogsphere, the Vogons would sit upon very elegant and beautiful gazelle-like creatures, whose backs would snap instantly if the Vogons tried to ride them. The Vogons were perfectly happy with just sitting on them. Another favourite Vogon pastime is to import millions of beautiful jewel-backed scuttling crabs from their native planet, cut down giant trees of breathtaking beauty, and spend a happy drunken night smashing the crabs to bits with iron mallets and cooking the crab meat by burning the trees.
In the movie, the Vogons seem to smash the crabs for no apparent reason besides pure pleasure at killing something.
The Vogons' battle-cry, and counter-argument to dissent, is "resistance is useless!"
Jeltz reading poetry to Arthur Dent and Ford Prefect in the television series, is a construct by Douglas Adams in his Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.
Vogon Poetry is described as "the third worst poetry in the Universe". The main example used in the story is a short piece composed by Jeltz, which roughly emulates nonsense verse in style (example below).
The story relates that listening to it is an experience similar to torture as demonstrated when Arthur Dent and Ford Prefect are forced to listen to the poetry (and say how much they liked it) prior to being thrown out of an airlock.
A second example of Vogon poetry is found in the Hitchhiker's Guide interactive fiction game that was produced by Infocom.
An unused extended version of the poem is also excerpted in Neil Gaiman's book Don't Panic: The Official Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy Companion, in Appendix III.
A third example appears in The Quintessential Phase of the radio series, again written by Jeltz.
A fourth example appears in And Another Thing..., the sixth book in the trilogy written by Eoin Colfer. The poem is also written by Jeltz.
Poetry Discussion LINK
Vogons are described as officiously bureaucratic, a line of work at which they perform so well that the entire galactic bureaucracy is run by them.
On Vogsphere, the Vogons would sit upon very elegant and beautiful gazelle-like creatures, whose backs would snap instantly if the Vogons tried to ride them. The Vogons were perfectly happy with just sitting on them. Another favourite Vogon pastime is to import millions of beautiful jewel-backed scuttling crabs from their native planet, cut down giant trees of breathtaking beauty, and spend a happy drunken night smashing the crabs to bits with iron mallets and cooking the crab meat by burning the trees.
In the movie, the Vogons seem to smash the crabs for no apparent reason besides pure pleasure at killing something.
The Vogons' battle-cry, and counter-argument to dissent, is "resistance is useless!"
Jeltz reading poetry to Arthur Dent and Ford Prefect in the television series, is a construct by Douglas Adams in his Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.
Vogon Poetry is described as "the third worst poetry in the Universe". The main example used in the story is a short piece composed by Jeltz, which roughly emulates nonsense verse in style (example below).
The story relates that listening to it is an experience similar to torture as demonstrated when Arthur Dent and Ford Prefect are forced to listen to the poetry (and say how much they liked it) prior to being thrown out of an airlock.
"Oh freddled gruntbuggly
thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee.
Groop I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes.
And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon, see if I don't!"
Guide description:"Vogon poetry is the third worst in the Universe. The second worst is that of the Azgoths of Kria. During a recitation by their Poet Master Grunthos the Flatulent, of his poem, Ode to a Small Lump of Green Putty I Found in My Armpit One Midsummer Morning, four of his audience members died of internal hemorrhaging, and the president of the Mid-Galactic Arts Nobbling Council, survived by gnawing one of his own legs off...
The very worst poetry in the universe died along with its creator, Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings[2]of Sussex... in the destruction of the planet Earth."
A second example of Vogon poetry is found in the Hitchhiker's Guide interactive fiction game that was produced by Infocom.
An unused extended version of the poem is also excerpted in Neil Gaiman's book Don't Panic: The Official Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy Companion, in Appendix III.
A third example appears in The Quintessential Phase of the radio series, again written by Jeltz.
A fourth example appears in And Another Thing..., the sixth book in the trilogy written by Eoin Colfer. The poem is also written by Jeltz.
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Facebook Friend
One of my faceBook friends
Crafts couplets in her Status Change;
What she begins, she always ends,
A brief flash of fervor in genius range.
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
Crafts couplets in her Status Change;
What she begins, she always ends,
A brief flash of fervor in genius range.
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Jousting at the Cross Roads
"Patient horseman and husband be
…If you’re joustin’
…down in Houston vicinities
"With your spit-fire hard hittin’ horse
"At cross-roads danger lurks:
…crossing foes’ lines
…times of the signs
…dark dusky skies
"Pay attention, you’ll stay alive
as Patience is virtue of thine's...
Thus:
...at cross-roads
...you stay on course.”
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
…If you’re joustin’
…down in Houston vicinities
"With your spit-fire hard hittin’ horse
"At cross-roads danger lurks:
…crossing foes’ lines
…times of the signs
…dark dusky skies
"Pay attention, you’ll stay alive
as Patience is virtue of thine's...
Thus:
...at cross-roads
...you stay on course.”
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Face
by Pat Darnell
Why is it so hard to forget the Face of one's enemy?
Eh?
Is it correction of our spirit as we ponder menaces that pervade our existence?
Could be.
Does one feel stalked and tracked down in every turn of the screw;
surely peace will endure,
but remember,
our patch of face is enemy to others we will never know.
Otherwise, how can we explain our enemies.
Do we say: "Don't shoot till you see the yellow of their eyes?"
One's face is his life:
the face of newborn,
face of his identity,
face of his game,
then the face of his senility,
and in the end it is his face of death.
In a universe far far away
that parallels one's own home,
one's enemy, it turns out, was no enemy at all.
Your FACE is a miracle.
It is a map of one's sensors,
and a target of all that is human.
meditate vastness of ruminative FACE.
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
by Pat Darnell
Eh?
Is it correction of our spirit as we ponder menaces that pervade our existence?
Could be.
Does one feel stalked and tracked down in every turn of the screw;
surely peace will endure,
but remember,
our patch of face is enemy to others we will never know.
Otherwise, how can we explain our enemies.
Do we say: "Don't shoot till you see the yellow of their eyes?"
One's face is his life:
the face of newborn,
face of his identity,
face of his game,
then the face of his senility,
and in the end it is his face of death.
In a universe far far away
that parallels one's own home,
one's enemy, it turns out, was no enemy at all.
Your FACE is a miracle.
It is a map of one's sensors,
and a target of all that is human.
meditate vastness of ruminative FACE.
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
Modern Warfare
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Show no Mercy!!
by Pat DarnellGraphics that inhabits
Our house and lawn
... do the best
... to calm the storm
We are an uproarious crowd
And we usually get very loud;
Because the cute Avatars in us are proud
Of our techno-cosmic shrouds ...
The thing that is new
is 'Modern Warfare Two' --
Seems it is too fun for Pat 2 and his crew;
They go to their various homes
and boost each other's gnomes
And laughingly slaughter each other
with their sisters and mothers at home;
Murdering each other with machete
... with daggers, machine guns, and curette
Virtually, they do, while hardly breaking a sweat.
So, certainly, we are not complaining ...
... for this strange techno loop remaining ...
In our homes, gardens, and glade;
No, we are pleased, satisfied, and gratified;
Their virtual blood-soaked battles are ratified ...
...
We just wish Mid Eastern heads
could learn also to play war instead.
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
MooPig Graphiques and ReWildings :: Nigel Pulit Says -- HERE
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Style
A poem by Rudyard Kipling might not go something like this:
Rowely, Rowely
Rudy is his name
Twerpdom his domain
And his kin flourish truly.
They run to his camp
Their eyes so damp,
They claw to capture his sight;
To see as he does -- unruly
That the stars of the night
Do millions number
Hanging in order and harmony
Rudy's lack of substance
and pseudo-rebellion
Could rip constellations asunder.
With no one stopping to ask: Why?
With not one person asking why.
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
Rowely, Rowely
Rudy is his name
Twerpdom his domain
And his kin flourish truly.
They run to his camp
Their eyes so damp,
They claw to capture his sight;
To see as he does -- unruly
That the stars of the night
Do millions number
Hanging in order and harmony
Rudy's lack of substance
and pseudo-rebellion
Could rip constellations asunder.
With no one stopping to ask: Why?
With not one person asking why.
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
Sunday, December 18, 2011
I Remember Sail Cloth
Tuft of thundercloud trailing anvil head,
For a moment dove eating crumb of bread
From bronze rail before flight
With point on horizon to sight
Full wind, full rudder churns freshwater white.
Out to quiet sailing had set we
With jib and full sail cast
As have sturdy fellows past.
I could hear almost the Old Salt
From his boat in briny harbor forgot
Talking as frapped his rope
'... Bloody Lake Mich, choppy old moat,
'... Choppy when the wind blows,
'... Meaner'n a blistered nanny goat.'
Leaning with gaunt arm bare
Upon bronze gunwale, pushing aside thick hair,
Squinting ignobly in bright sun-glare
With meaty fingers tugs at pipe there
Aboard chapped lips points to east horizon
Of inland mare, fashions scowl for his next quip
As great barrier of clouds form at fast clip
'... Tha' water my life did I impart,
'... Not much left for Almighty God to sort.'
Flipping pocket flap open like a hatch
Wriggling fingers while digging for a match
To strike against all that scratch
Of a standard jaw, put he then pipe to pucker,
Match to pipe bowl, sucked he flame to tobacco;
Returning to his task murmuring just audible
Pipe clenched tightly in teeth and jaw
Spatted he to indicate his final card
Whispering as puckers he a humid draw:
'... Wha'cha gonna do ... Wha's one to do ...
'... Wha' character does she reflect when tide low
'... How can tide pool stand for long
'... in ancient thirsty sand?'
Calm smile now on his face in half shadow ...
'... To where my life depart; to live a mariner
'... For what did I impart these hands?'
I remember sail cloth masted, trimmed taut
To gather wind for friends at steady knot
A chance to depart on lake large as a sea
And to cross horizon in time eternity
With promise for life, love and for loss.
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
For a moment dove eating crumb of bread
From bronze rail before flight
With point on horizon to sight
Full wind, full rudder churns freshwater white.
Out to quiet sailing had set we
With jib and full sail cast
As have sturdy fellows past.
I could hear almost the Old Salt
From his boat in briny harbor forgot
Talking as frapped his rope
'... Bloody Lake Mich, choppy old moat,
'... Choppy when the wind blows,
'... Meaner'n a blistered nanny goat.'
Leaning with gaunt arm bare
Upon bronze gunwale, pushing aside thick hair,
Squinting ignobly in bright sun-glare
With meaty fingers tugs at pipe there
Aboard chapped lips points to east horizon
Of inland mare, fashions scowl for his next quip
As great barrier of clouds form at fast clip
'... Tha' water my life did I impart,
'... Not much left for Almighty God to sort.'
Flipping pocket flap open like a hatch
Wriggling fingers while digging for a match
To strike against all that scratch
Of a standard jaw, put he then pipe to pucker,
Match to pipe bowl, sucked he flame to tobacco;
Returning to his task murmuring just audible
Pipe clenched tightly in teeth and jaw
Spatted he to indicate his final card
Whispering as puckers he a humid draw:
'... Wha'cha gonna do ... Wha's one to do ...
'... Wha' character does she reflect when tide low
'... How can tide pool stand for long
'... in ancient thirsty sand?'
Calm smile now on his face in half shadow ...
'... To where my life depart; to live a mariner
'... For what did I impart these hands?'
I remember sail cloth masted, trimmed taut
To gather wind for friends at steady knot
A chance to depart on lake large as a sea
And to cross horizon in time eternity
With promise for life, love and for loss.
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Pianissimo
To live
Silvery string
Ivory key, brass pedal
Power of sound resides
In taut potential beckoning
Foot upon one stanza
Soul lingers yet
Broadcasting message to hand
Tenders the fingers...
Soul ... sparks ... from arch
to digit, to the toe --
Pressure of sounds on forehead
With timbre ... melody unfolds.
Once to inhale ... twice to exhale
Crescendo ... decrescendo
Outlast physical sense
Phrase lingers ... open mouth.
Let fly spirit
Hammer weighted stones
Upon granite marble perch
Music soothes passion searches.
Piano... of music house fame
Launches spirit to heights
Only spirit can measure
and fades to pianissimo.
That above stony paths fly
Footfalls beyond human heart
Mastery of soul-feet's cry
Release all that is inside.
© 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
Silvery string
Ivory key, brass pedal
Power of sound resides
In taut potential beckoning
Foot upon one stanza
Soul lingers yet
Broadcasting message to hand
Tenders the fingers...
Soul ... sparks ... from arch
to digit, to the toe --
Pressure of sounds on forehead
With timbre ... melody unfolds.
Once to inhale ... twice to exhale
Crescendo ... decrescendo
Outlast physical sense
Phrase lingers ... open mouth.
Let fly spirit
Hammer weighted stones
Upon granite marble perch
Music soothes passion searches.
Piano... of music house fame
Launches spirit to heights
Only spirit can measure
and fades to pianissimo.
That above stony paths fly
Footfalls beyond human heart
Mastery of soul-feet's cry
Release all that is inside.
© 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Dream Futures
Window to view a soul
Mullions stacked six over six
And mullets for panes
Frigate birds circle to poll
Zoftig female ling to eat
By warm gulf craft yaws
Chance to embark for talk...
Today journey ended yesterday
In circumspect... clouds glowed
As embers in ashes
Against sky with no flaws
In constant com
With the one I love
Sky beautiful in back drop.
Unable to photograph hugeness
Resigned, I take photos
To my mind, to my mind ...
Scene remains ever there
Vision for some dream future.
© 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
Mullions stacked six over six
And mullets for panes
Frigate birds circle to poll
Zoftig female ling to eat
By warm gulf craft yaws
Chance to embark for talk...
Today journey ended yesterday
In circumspect... clouds glowed
As embers in ashes
Against sky with no flaws
In constant com
With the one I love
Sky beautiful in back drop.
Unable to photograph hugeness
Resigned, I take photos
To my mind, to my mind ...
Scene remains ever there
Vision for some dream future.
© 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
Monday, October 17, 2011
Lost Boss
We have to get to Whitehurst!
Tuaca, Liqueur.
Cryptomatic
Rikki Likki con Nikki
Wait ...
That has merit!
Craft-o-matic
Anchormeister
Dart-inspection on her blouse
FAST FOOD ZEN
19:56 You only remember wha' cha'
Need to rememba', Atlanta.
Jones Beach
Long Island, New Yoik. Watching
The Sunrise.
The desert is your toilet, Jack.
Yarn Shoppe?
Grits and ... See you don't really
Have to pray for toilet paper.
20:20 blatantly cute...
Big A's!
Poindexter and the Metal Benders
Peggy snorted again.
Czech is in the male.
Vocal gender switching.
Lost boss.
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
Tuaca, Liqueur.
Cryptomatic
Rikki Likki con Nikki
Wait ...
That has merit!
Craft-o-matic
Anchormeister
Dart-inspection on her blouse
FAST FOOD ZEN
19:56 You only remember wha' cha'
Need to rememba', Atlanta.
Jones Beach
Long Island, New Yoik. Watching
The Sunrise.
The desert is your toilet, Jack.
Yarn Shoppe?
Grits and ... See you don't really
Have to pray for toilet paper.
20:20 blatantly cute...
Big A's!
Poindexter and the Metal Benders
Peggy snorted again.
Czech is in the male.
Vocal gender switching.
Lost boss.
Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell
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