Contrasts

Sometimes I completely love my family
Other times it is like the landing of Normandy ...
... That is not all.

Much of the time between
I am suffering along with them all
... in the empathy way.

My brothers and sisters annoy me
and to their mind I am a pain
... that is normal

But then one of them
tells me a dream he had
... and it is lazik

Without family we toil
but with family we boil
... we are each's foil.



Patrick Darnell

Ode to Trudeau

by Pat Darnell

Kevin Trudeau makes claims
says "I am your main man" ...
Flim-flam man on TV shows
-- could sell lip gloss
to a chicken --
-- a thermidor
to a lobster --
-- a pair of large claws
to nude PETA czars --
because what Kev says, goes...

Goes where we do not know
... it seems, to MonteNegro ...
Kevin Trudeau alerts his skein
-- Send $12.95 USA, or,
$22.95 Canadian --
when you buy his plan,
The only truth though,
Kev's a Robot, not a man

Live forever Monsignore of Claims,
TV Pope of rock roll back slidin' games
-- try your luck with bagels
or Electro-magnetic draedals --
saturate hours, 2000 a year
to boast of powers, to bend our ear

Great move when you offer despair,
and get demised Tammy Faye on air,
-- tell her you found a way
to bring her back to play
as Side-kick to your babbling faker
who very much resembles Jim Bakker


Friday, October 02, 2009
Patrick Darnell

On the eleventh day of wisdom
my true love gave to me
one plus ten
mercedes benz
my friends I know
all got Porch'es
i guess we're
on the mends

Jesus din't hang
with Pharisees, no, no
he hung with people,
folks like you and me

folks at weddings
and fondue dinners
and toasts with Guiness
and roasts with goats
and all night benders
sweet scented candles
and midnight rambles

and He prayed judicious --
don't you think me ridiculous
did' 'cha think me a wee bit raw
Jesus ... he's the man by yards,
Jesus ... with me very own Paw
would've played friendly cards --
Then skate up Tony Hawks,
hang a 720 ... while TEXTING large...
Hanging ten, making us fishers of men

eleven is that number
that begs one more for twelve
but Porsche, Benz, and a bumper
of course of Chevrolet's
just fine for elevens
no more will i crave...

Jesus is three out'ta one
and sure e'nuff din't hang
with no Pharisee, none a'non
don' be you dawdling
While He the Lord Jesus Christ in swaddling,
is hanging with Sanford and Son



Patrick Darnell 12-23-2009

I Cannot Sleep

Can't sleep?
I know that anxiety,
sweat on the pillow,
crick in the neck ...

I know I am not a kind man
I don't do little dances
to make children giggle ...

I am a mimic
a fraud, case of nerves,
fearful to be left alone,

Carried issues around
like toadstools
issues that I get to later...
maybe.

It hasn't been fun ...
Nope.
When do I wake up?
Which expert do I call?
I am not a beautiful man,
I cannot sleep.



Patrick Darnell

Impromptu Limericks from Life

""Anyone who watches it and is so much succumbed to it they are almost hypnotised and seduced by Rugby League!""


That needs a Limerick:

There was a young Muslim from Bekk,
Whose life was a total wreck,
He saw a game of rugby,
The winners brought the bubbly,
So gaunt Muslim from his habit did trek...



Patrick Darnell

Even though there are 2000 Books and Films

The nation pays for chronic double mistrust
Confidence in government has declined
Participation in voting has gone down
National appetite encourages peddlerism
Evil is never easy to accept...
... Let it go ...
Time to accept the conclusion
There is no evidence to contradict
... the establishment.



Patrick Darnell

Fallacies

Fallacious
Argument
Lacking
Logic
Associated to
Closeted
Informality
Exploiting
Syllogisms



Patrick Darnell

Offering False Reasons

Forty fallacies
do I count
for these claims
you make...

Your innuendo
masquerades
like a hyperbole
I can see the weasler
in its incredulity.

Reasons good or bad
the meeting falls short
your pseudo-reasoning
begs no further retort.

Behind your apple polishing
is a red herring
smelling to high heaven
and truth deterring...

Give me reasons
to discuss good and greed
and I will soon forget
your bad seed.



Patrick Darnell

Shorter than Short

The world is full
Of souls
Who
Cannot
See tomorrow
Because of
All
their
Yesterdays.


Patrick Darnell

Epilogue

The jury got up and walked
to morning things and specialties
Happy they with what they'd seen
Aware of each's own history.

"Welcome," said they, "to the world ours."
... Moments were passing as hours.
Then their kisses hit my face like meteors,
Still, I dress in closets with glass doors.



Patrick Darnell

Safe in the Realm

"We are young, then we are old,"
Said the wise owl to the toad.
"Hummmfff... ribbit?" was the reply though.

The hummingbird whirs
To tell the deer of other birds ...
But antlered ears cannot hear
Nor understand hummingbird words.

Nor can the aardvark see
a skunk's point-or-view ...
Beyond his long snout and termite stew.

The rabbit does things exceptional
With rabbits' foot;
Though the bear considers it an insult.

Yet, who builds a dam of off fall
to fashion a pond giving drink to all?

And the white-tail runs through dense woods
Warning others when danger intrudes.

While bears protect their cubs
And owls watch the tree tops,
All are safe as peers of the realm.




Patrick Darnell

I am a Planet

I am a Planet.

One of Terra Kichas, zillion, s'millions planets.

In a solar system
In a galaxy
In a universe
In a superuniverse.

I have height and depth ...
Width and breadth.
And space, lots of space.

Life lies asleep Slepus Numbus billion zillions years.

Then when conditions are right
Life happens very fast;

It multiplies rapidly

Making a soup
Of a Planet such as me.

I am alive in the universe.



Patrick and Samantha Darnell (1990)

Impossible House

When I get big, I'm going to build a house.

...What kind?

Oh I think it will be on Mars.

... That's an impossible house.

How about a house on the ocean:
I'll build that one.

... That's an impossible house.

I know, I'll build on that can fly!

... Seems impossible to me.

Okay, I'll build a house where fish can be.

... Oh, Tiffany!

Where else can one be:
if not the sky, space, or sea?

... Why not a simple house?

Okay, I'll build a house on a hill
A cedar house for you and me,
And, a swing for maybe three!


Patrick Darnell

Tote the Basket

I have strong
Opinion
Where this basket
Should be.

You
Who dare
To be
A prophet:

Listen to me!



Patrick Darnell

Hello Pumpkin Whisper

Did you know your support
Is in your early memories,
Fondest memories?

Maybe I'm not your fondest
Maybe I'm the one you fought too often...

Can you imagine a pumpkin patch,
Did you walk in an apple orchard?
With whom ... were you scared?

Were you tempted to kick a plump pumpkin...
Or toss an apple at your friend?

Which is your favorite season:
Fall, Winter, Spring ...
Summer is too hot!


Patrick Darnell

My Feet Follow My Nose

My lips tend to follow my nose,
... Anything that goes.
My tongue wants to taste,
... What my lips try and chase.
My eyes squint to detect,
... but blink as my head genuflects,
My neck twists to give the other cheek,
... As my ears were curious to seek.
Shoulders lean
... As the neck twists again,
Arms pendulum swing,
... As the body ambulates,
Swinging arms might rend,
... Waist to crunch, legs to tighten,
While knees will soften and bend
... Feet shall consequently descend
Firmly, while balancing the mass,
... Making imprints in the grass.
So , for anything that goes,
... My feet follow my nose.



Patrick Darnell

Credo

I believe in the intra-uterine genesis
I believe in the perpetuation of the species
I believe in the Son of Man.

I believe today as to be the beginning
Yesterday is the past
And God to be the fearful future.

I believe in discovery of mans' personal strength
And in the persevering strength of woman
I believe in the coalition of these strengths.

I believe in professing the Apostles' Creed
I believe in the sainthood of children
I believe personality is a very gentle
... and fragile subject to be dealt with.

I believe in the tragedy, comedy and fantasy of Life,
I believe in the subtle nature of contentment,
I believe in talking to Jesus through prayer ...

I believe in the final outcome
I believe in the means to it,
I believe in resurrection and judgment.

One final belief, through faith am I personalized,
That I have personalized an understanding
of the three part God.




Patrick Darnell (1984)

Mother's Day Sentiment

What is Mother without
Her house and child?
Babies are born
and grown in her domicile.
Many houses she has known,
Many seeds she has sown,
Where she settled, made it her own ...

As years gather number
Some ideals are put to rest
Children now with children
Are wiser, but never, at best, alone
for Mother journeys with them
Seeing always bright little faces
... Hearing falsetto voices
in a din ... full of trust and whim.



Patrick Darnell

Never Yours

See this leg, mine --
It's been with me
All my life,
I'll write it down
and sign it:
ALL MY LIFE!
PD.

This towel
... on the other hand ...
When it appears in the stack on top,
of mismatched white, pink, and violet,
Bathing rags and towels
I stare in disbelief that
This green towel is still around,
It's been twenty years --
Is this towel never yours?


Patrick Darnell

Church is the Body

Fulfillment of Creation
the body developing
Each new segment important:
... politic
... law
... evangelism
... sanctification
... Marriage

The bride, creation perfected
... in woman
... in procreation
God creating thus
Speaking to me,
Speaking to all,
Through you
In these words
As I write.



Patrick Darnell

Christmas in December

Cold blankets the earth
Winter dark covers the city,
Muffles sound, freezes the ground,
Cold people would like to know their worth
Alone on their earth wandering about town
Searching for places snow bound,
and landmarks no where to be found.

Peace and warmth could sudden be found
A warm coat to wrap around
While snow falls ever so lightly
... in a hush,
Remember then the others,
Light may fill winter dark

As god reveals Himself
In like manner at autumn's demise,
Enduring peoples' passions
Ever in awe of Creation
... His birth ...
He, Emmanuel, deity on earth.


Patrick Darnell

Curtain of Tears

Stiff fog tonight
Cambridge
Planes creeping
No sight
Tired eyes
I'll be damned
Crawling through mists
To columns' bases
Fluted to the extreme, and tall.




Patrick Darnell

Barf Abuse Sandwiches

This is my fantasy:
We go out
and I buy for you maybe
a really expensive outfit...

Then you simply
out of gratitude
roll me over and
do the wild deed
of love-making ...

Then when you are through
you are not gratified ...
Wanting nothing
more from me ...

You want something
from the one you love ...
desiring, anticipating ...
occurrences -- forget about me ...

Then, lighting your cigarette,
walk to the refrigerator, open the door --
light floods the dark room
revealing a carton of milk
and left-over barf abuse sandwiches
from last night.

Patrick Darnell

Which Direction Your Tears

Which direction your tears,
Were they wont, worry, or care?

Sobs of encouragement
Messengers of sorrow
Visiting separated lovers
As their touch be gone tomorrow?

This house empty
Bearing no life, could it
Bear the sorrow of no promise?

When you woke in terror spoke
... No, please, no ...
Is this fear to fail
In loving too deeply
In obscurity, fathomless?

Wont these tears of yours
And mine; tasting of salt
The worrisome present worry
Of being alone and without.

Which direction your tears,
Which wont, worry, care has wrought?






Patrick Darnell

Men Laud the Entertainer

Truth is for a human
His days are numbered
But human nature seems against truth ...

Prophets' reward is death
to the nearest decade
So they better have the feeling tonight
Speak gibberish, as fanatics cry,

See becalmed stance of man possessed
As in caverns miserable,
having jumbled thoughts
in eye of hurricane...?

Dwelling midst crags, this entertainer,
flim-flam man held in by slippery walls,
wandering not far on perilous crags,
Entertainer would scarcely survive wilderness,
... though he be lauded...




Patrick Darnell

Portage Chips

That woman caught
my eye every time
... without provocation
She has two girls with her
and her husband ...
I over heard her say
They're from Colorado
That's not all...

She misjudged distances
from Cleveland to Minnesota
... and back,
and, across Illinois ...
just how far is it?

Should I know?
I really need someone
to talk to
... is there a USO
here in Ohio?

Distracting, this lady
too distracting her family,
I'm too sleepy to drive on
And completely out of portage chips.


Patrick Darnell

Under Emotional

To be over emotional
Obsessed, poor, lost ...

Impoverished.

Is there a pill for this
... to take
So I could be under emotional
Hungering for stimulus
Denying to cry ...
When small things die?



Patrick Darnell

Time Card

Time ticks
As I get out of bed
Brush my head
Know that I have
a clock to beat

With scheduled work
A set time, certain place,
And a boss to heed
To the clock I flee

Laugh me then
At my haste
The clock is FAST
I've punched in
... ten minutes LATE!



Patrick Darnell

The System Grows

Passages of Corporate Burnout

Naivete
Grimness
Shock
Coastal cool
Snide
System Analyst
Assail-ship
Searcher
Memoir
Verbal deals
A employees
Socializer
Service creep

Deficit

Written deals
B-employee
Politicker
Indentured slavery

Debt

Patrick Darnell

I Dress in a Closet with Glass Doors

I dress in a closet that has glass doors
Through which others walk would kiss me
And inspect my clothes serenity to restore
But their rapport causes duress in closet with me

They all watch me while I dress
Through doors with etched glass
Froze I and stood very still
For to breathe I could not -- no will.

Said one she: 'Close the door I am total bare,'
Said she this as washed she her hair.
'So I see,' said I as I stand and stare.

'Close then your eyes while to closet go I
My bareness there in closet deposit.
Leather not nor silk pleasure there
Only denim rubbing my skin cannot forebear.'

She in leather coat and silk underwear
Leather boots, cotton, and other things
Accessories and morning song to sing
'Where will you be?' queried she;

She opened the glass doors to give me a kisses
And kiss back, I could, my missus' ...
To where I answered 'I do not know,'
She said, 'Oh, then see you in a week.'





Patrick Darnell

Miscreant Blues

I go down to the river
to drown myself, but my super body
won't let me.

I go down to the river
to drown myself, but my super body
swim me back up.

Go on, take this hair off my head
give it to somebody, I don' care
take these teeth and fingernails
give them to somebody else
to bite and scratch and flail
I don't want them ...
swim me up when I should be gone.

Take these hands and these arms
take these feet too ...
and these ears for someone proper;
give these elbows to someone softer.

I go down to the river
to drown myself but my super body
float me up ... and it's you!
You who love me ... won't give me up ...
So, I won't go down to the river
I'll just stay here forever.





Patrick Darnell

Slanters

Downplayers
Escaping,
So called,
quantum jumping,
service industrialists
in disparaging absence
'Pardon the expression, but,
is that your dysphemism?'

Can't you soften that
with a euphemism?
Tyson a rapist?
That's a loaded question,
My old man
drives a jalopy...
would be more pleasing, eh?

Disenfranchised
partners tried to weasel out
by nudging their bets...
But their contact
provided a proof surrogate,
Every body loses.

Central casting needed
someone dangerous,
someone savage,
someone philosophical
some guerrilla fighters,
and someone archetypal ...

But they found only tired
old rhetorical players
Psychopathic liars and
persuasion spinners
... packaged stereotypes.






Patrick Darnell

MAIEUTIC

Midwife
Antagonist
Interrogation
Educational
jUdgment
Teaching
Induction
Critical thinking

MAIEUTIC.
Accept
Reject
Challenge

Patrick Darnell

Second Age Sexuality: Rage of Wild Horses Bridled

The end of the era of sex shall be like the
Unsaddling of wild horses, and in their rage
at having been bridled... rage coupled
with its release as it is pulled through death
into the aspirator of steam then fused
To a peaceful symbiotic spirit
In second coming -- second age of sexuality.

The soul may at last rest peaceably
Waiting its second commandment
After the first directive of peace
He said 'Go forth and proliferate.'

But by the juxtaposed jewels of Judas;
And parallel protuberances of the Pope;
Sex should die in the second age?

How then shall they proliferate?
No! ... Sexuality lives yet in the rebirth.
In its proper state.

As creation is intra-uterine ...
That cannot change over time,
Revealing the second coming is
a brief Midwesterner's Paradox,
After all only a gnat's sneezing,
... a whale's blinking
In the ever whole scheme of eternity.



Patrick Darnell

Words is dumb
Yep, they do not speak
Nor do they hear
Soliloquy this repeat

Words be dumb.
Words do not say
What be in my head;
Nor bleed what be in my heart.



Patrick Darnell

Da' Rap

Poke a hole in a stomach-a'
Take out DNA 'a 'a
Stick'a in'a sir--ringe 'a 'a ...
Put in 'a leetle tube 'a

Clone to da bone ...
Clone to da bone ...
So we can be to-geth-a
Fo-ev-'a


Patrick Darnell

Tree

You are so static
My eyes you at first
do not attract

Density, depth,
Passage in a forest
Give you shape
though surrounded in dark

If not for thine flower
Passing quietly in night shade
to the forest floor
After brief shower.

You sang in a whisper
Sudsing your lengthy veins
In widowed rain...
After night's heavy dew.

Lessor beings have bedded down
Theirs to ever sleep ...
... trees, living monuments,
Earth derived self-sufficiency

The night wind
delivers soul the message
These thoughts for thee
May one day be
Though long suffering
and time worn
Refuges in your boughs
Testimony of your great power.


Patrick Darnell

Though constantly man seeks nugget to exploit
And riches constantly to spill
Earth unafraid to their quest to spoil
In grace, nor in martyrdom could not be killed,
Potential ambiguity unfulfilled

Always special, whether eccentric in position
Round and full of gravity
Or esoteric, melancholy, ever cooling
Ever hot, and obscure in history ...

As in the housing of deity, Earth shall
House mankind, whether he wants it or not.
Earth's grandest scheme in specificity
To house man whether he likes it or not.




Patrick Darnell

Earth's Grandest :: "Invasion"

Trees know only movement centuries rooted
in one place allows; initial
Branch'ed grand papas seem well suited
To communicate well in their vigils,

I am the invader who shall be
Found guilty of trespass, for the elements
Of surprise are conflicts' testament,
And trees witness all events.



Patrick Darnell

Beware, she's the Reverend's Daughter

Uptown, near sweet corn vendor
... and the 'Your Name Here Tattoo Parlor.' ...

Bum's been living off waste, sleeping in vestibules
... of Brownstone portals.

'Making it through one more freezing night
... don't make you immortal.'

Early March flurries of snow, make it unseasonably cold
...'might as well get comfortable in my own brain.

How does that song go again ...?
... 'Move like Jagger... Move like Jagger ...'

Phone battery is dead, been dead for ages
... Oooops, just like I thought, No new messages.

Maybe if I turn my clothes inside out
... I would be warmer.

I remember when I could spoon
... with, what's her name ... Nor, Nor, Nor, Norma?

He lies on the hard walk, dreaming of when he was taller,
... wakes up under the sign of 'Your Name Here Tattoo Parlor.'


Patrick Darnell

Beautiful Pasta

Where there is beauty
... there is pasta.

and patters of butter
... on angel wings.

Cheese and yolk
... here, there, everywhere.

Teeth cannot keep pace
with the gorging on keen
... milkened disguised
... cultured surprise.

Plate, let me lick you,
... before puppy gets you!

The palace floor is full of crumbs
... emptied stores after feast is done.

Pots cooled, leftovers to drool,
... after all night boil and fry.

Beautiful pasta in my belly
... till I lay on floor and cry.



Patrick Darnell

Papa and Pupae

Tending a switch
for bad behaved siblings
folded leather and paper
for cats, dogs, puppies, too
but especially for children

Red buds bloom spring,
from reddened butts,
seeing red all around
humors Papa's zeal ...

Of his appeal to be heard
beyond quieter mornings
nearer amid steaming roofs
rafted over bedrooms
of late sleepers

Eastern sky brightening
sloughs shaded grounds,

He stalks the ill behaved
with shoo-shes and frowns
his clouded mood
in morning mists, a mere
morning rays, foggy air, sears
when laughter and pleasures
around Papa reappears.



Patrick Darnell

Erin

It has been twenty-one years
since sadness seized me.

By another
twenty-one years
time will have emptied
the waste baskets
of my being.

Out of duty
I write sermons
to pass on to others,
in hopes they can find
value in them.

Might prove valuable,
noticeable in creature genius,
by shear depth of woe,
might jolt an approval,
so many beings can continue
to the spiritual.

And, then again
I grew up in this church
and was a child here
more than once
because I was born again here.

I suppose it could be worse
that my last sermon preempted
your death ... but I too find no more
to write about,
or read about,
or even to believe in.


Patrick Darnell (1977)

Begis and Visay

[In the Office one day]

As he walked by her
he moaned lowly
low on the decibel scale:

"MMMMMmmmmmphhhhh"

Yet she heard it.

She turned, squared herself
held her papers-to-be-xeroxed
like a coat of arms
across her chest,

He smiled.

Said she:
"Look, spoiled brat
I do not appreciate
your sexist sounds
and harassing comments.
Sexual harassment in
any workplace is crime.
So I promise
I will sue your
badly tailored clothes
off your back!"

He quit smiling.

Said he:
"I suppose you think
you're really on to
something here
I happen to believe it is
my living breathing
human right to make
primal sounds
anywhere, anytime.
You're hard line purist
feminine stance confirms
a world heading
for the worst kind of revolution
... Let me explain ..."

Said she, interrupting:
"Just simply say you're sorry
before I reduce you
to a pile of rubble
Barney style...!"

He sniffed,
looked at the floor,
... walked away.


Patrick Darnell (1978)

Consummation

Is it not enough
to grow up in vastness
and in expectation
with the idea
of casting out
bad property
and advancing in the
consummation nation?

Expect to travel
Expect to learn as
Travel is the best
teacher, best book.

Wade out into the sea
find bottomless expanses
where poisons are churned
close in on your place in it.

Once you fear less
you begin your journey
across the face of American business
and each contract you best
you will consummate for the rest,

Closing the sale for real.





Patrick Darnell (1981)

Now Delicately Old

Here we live like
paupers again
cantankerous old men
look on spent lives
years numbering 83
to 153 -- happy?
They're sure they
married right --
has been a delight
full piece of study.
They mutter, giving voice
to a word describing idealists ...
watching television --
though denouncing it --
its effects on grandsons --
All we ever wanted
to do is write poetry and paint
Painting pictures no easy chore
and poetry must rhyme ...
They did share
the spaces together
who does the dishes?
indifferent to the causes
disturbed somehow,
but always well wishes.
Visions broaden
turned hard with
childbirth...
to live without this?
Young mothers clay molds
a natural process
young girl already holds
pregnant porcelain
but not accustomed
On a street corner
looking for a father
now choice hers
after biology billows
Shaken awaken
blood in the eyes
paupers' cries are bold
... young ones stir
and dogs bellow yelps
once young ...
... now delicately old.



Patrick Darnell (July 1976)

Not Happy on July 12th, 1984

I had a glimpse
of what love can be ...

But it passed
from my view, that is,
the nature of the glimpse.

A stern lesson learned
based on a jealous streak
a mile and a half long

Standing not so nobly
on one side of a yellow line
tossing arrows across ...
... to the other side

Women start wars.



Patrick Darnell

"I'm Cary Ann, I Care about Others ... "

She sat elbows at rest
on arms of the chair
hands calmly placed on
her skirt covering
her rounded thighs
flattened from sitting

Her chair was
Queen Anne ...

Almost her turn
to respond,
introducing herself

Little hairs
on her thighs, bristled
a tiny change took place
... as her heart raced
... her palms got a bit damp,

[...]




Patrick Darnell (1984)

Life Passing through the Mind at Lightning Speed

There remains
locked away
hidden in God's mind

Sort of a criticism
of design
that restores life
holistically
when life is lost.

In patterns
of life
within young minds
little childish wishes
garnish joy
in this accomplishment.

When a day is
different from other days
have they heartfelt
emotional edges
and display long faces
when the ball bounces wrong.

And in our dimensional reality
that spells exhaustion indeed
life is passing through
the mind at lightning speed.


Patrick Darnell (1981)

Clayton

What's he make?
You like the smell
... of money?
... of money.

Money, got some?
rich diet,
... isn't it?
... isn't it.

A real high if
you can fly it,
... a testimony
of extra money.

Help yourself
to confidence
put it all down
lost some every time
Ahh, there's plenty
to go around.

Killer looks, with,
rich kids' haul
fishes on the hooks,
... trips to the mall.

Can you boil it out?
from a distant remote sky
did I lose this bout?
... ha, I didn't even try.

Money money money money money
... it's a funny word
bottom feeders cannot imagine you,
... you're such a strange bird.

Help yourself
to confidence
put it all down
lost some every time
Ahh, there's plenty
to go around.

Oh, what's that?
all your money all spent?
Could I possibly be
... any more ambivalent?

Listen to the voice
on the telephone line
did you have a choice
before you broke that spine?

Get you every time
... all malcontent now
Gone rich kid blind ...
You've got the syndrome, and how,
Time to sell your scrawny behind!

Help yourself
to confidence
put it all down
lost some every time
Ahh, there's plenty
to go around.

Patrick Darnell (1988)