If Not Human

by Pat Darnell

If not human
would you know
winter, spring, and fall ?

If other than a man
could you tell
differences at all ?

If some other being
would you sing 'n let
your hands go free ?

If other than human,
is your calling,
Would you avoid Falling ?

If not human, then
would you work so hard
to give your fellow so much regard ?

If not human mate
would you mourn,
think, or, jubilate ?



Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell

Not a Revolutionary Piece

by Pat Darnell

Here a reluctant
authoritarian writes
not a revolutionary piece

but rather a cautious
series of tales
that are warnings

responses to glaring
holes in logic
and songs blaring

to ignite memory
of some things once
pleasantly democratic

or to declare
what you are going through
is certainly valid.

Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell

I Waited

by Pat Darnell

I waited here
for you to give
meaning to my words

Then when you
Came to call

My Spirit leaped
from the saddle
like the soul of Sal

It could wait no longer
beneath thunder rolls
nor 'neath squalls

It broke free...
My Spirit did for thee

Did you leap too
When our time began
At two journey's ends
And Spirits freely ran?



Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell

For My Heart

by Pat Darnell

For my heart
to be supple again
only a closed mind
is certain

Our moon is untrustworthy
different every night --
and we want to know
about our spirit and soul

Think ascent and descent
think light and screen
think ears, eyes, nose --
Think heart, mouth,and bestowal

To know our souls
requires a shrinking brain
Egoism thrown out the window
and tears flowing like rain



Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell

Work in Progress -- Dream of Flying

Why do I fly
in my dreams?
Floating over brick floors
around steel corridors

floating in atmosphere
teaching you how
so we can be together
flying

finding new clothes
swimming in large pools
expecting adventure
looking for work

Flying, a joyful expectation,
a joyous exhilaration,
how does it end?

We awake.



Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell

A Standard Bureaucrat

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

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

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

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

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

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...




Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Turn you,
if it your wish



Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell

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!


Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell

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

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

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

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?

Jobs, professions, influence cause of death

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 Generalist Might say:

Generalist

One cannon ball
changes the way
things are.



Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell

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

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

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

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

broken - then fix it
not broken -- then do not fix it
broken -- then do not fix it
not broken -- then fix it?

Dull sewer dirty
Damaged downed dinghy
when was it discovered?



Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell

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

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)

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.

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 !
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J says | October 12, 2008 at 6:52 am
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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


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