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

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

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)

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