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We start as mear creatures.
Bloom to the lust of the flesh.
Flower to the act of love.
| © Copyright | William Darnell Sr. |
| Year Posted 2013, 2019 |
Source - PoetrySoup
#life, #all-forms-of-life, #love, #universe
Pretty creative in utilizing part of this mountainside!
Splat, splat, that was a bat...
Who I Am?
Humor is good for the soul. Laughter is humorous to the funny bone, so don't hit the funny bone! Live, laugh and laugh some more, at least till your stomach hurts.
Don't overly laugh,
then they'll think your nuts
and put you in a straightjacket.
Who am I?
You may know me?
But you have no idea,
Who I am!
See me?
-Im there-
Inside you now!
Hear me?
- Shhh, listen-
See me again?
Right there,
inside your mind!
- Shhh, listen-
Hear me again?
- Who am I-
- Who I am-
Whoops.
Ha! Ha!
Well, who... was...he?
| © Copyright | William Darnell Sr.|
| Year Posted 2018, 2019 |
Source - PoetrySoup
Featured Guest Poetess: Ms. Becca Teagan from PoetrySoup in, One Dismal Night
Becca Zip Glding somewhere across something. We haven't spoke yet.
She was a featured guest at our Mother site in the past, I believe in November. December I didn't have a featured guess because of some complications I had with my laptop and my website at Squarespace. It is over now hopefully, and giving the Mother site a makeover.
One Dismal Night
One dismal night in Autumn’s chill With thunder, deafening and shrill -- I, in my chamber, dark and damp Lay restlessly near flick’ring lamp Heard scratching just behind the curtain ‘twas but a tree branch, I was certain
Still half-asleep in fitful slumber ‘midst crashing sounds of shaking thunder With blanket pulled to hide my head All nestled down into my bed -- Yet even still, could not be drowned, That horrid, scratching-scratching sound
Tossing -- tossing to and fro The heavy pillow I did throw As if to stop that scratching sound That made my head begin to pound! But yet the noise continued still -- Such scratching, scratching, on the sill
Reluctantly I left my bed and headed toward the thing of dread -- Flung back the curtains with disdain Threw open window to the rain -- Thus welcoming a feline beast If only so the scratching ceased!
Conceding shelter for the night I lay back down and cut the light Relinquished slowly to my dreams -- Awakened suddenly to screams! They were my own, these anguished cries! That feline clawing at my eyes!
Scratching, scratching at my head -- Tearing me, my flesh to shreds -- My screaming didn’t scare it off It looked at me as if to scoff My bed became my grave, it seemed -- ‘till I awakened from my dream …
Its eyes -- they bore into my soul I grabbed it up with just one goal --The force at which I threw that beast Against the wall -- the scratching ceased Then threw its body out the door To haunt me, haunt me nevermore!
Thus bringing peace to follow fast -- Yet peace like this will never last For every night, I toss and turn my head, it spins - my ears, they burn For every night, upon the sill -- I hear the scratching-scratching still
| Copyright © | Becca Teagan |
| Featured at: "Writer's, Writing Words:' being characters" |
This is our process and can transferable to a human scenario. But, it's a beautiful process to see and watch in nature's settings.
The wonders of nature's continuation and persistence to survive.
New Beginning's
| Copyright © | William Darnell Sr. |
| Year Posted 2005, 2013, 2019 |
Source - PoetrySoup
#plant-life, #growth, #beginning, #morning's-dew, #new-nature
This is a header so to speak, but its more about the ampersand being brand. Uniquely thought-out for a long time. And when it came along and I saw the ampersand, I said to myself, that your favorite character out of all the symbols, so it became Brand for my legacy to form itself.
This can be taken in many different scenarios, but for me it's Spiritual. Our Lord shows Him self in many was, sometimes, more often than not, using people or maybe it might have been a dream you thought you was having.
How I named this poem its title was at one point early on in my cancer, I didn't have a support team, but just the doctor and staff. Well, I had Christ Jesus as well, that was it. My nurses at treatment couldn't support me or the doctor couldn't at home. There was just me and Christ Jesus. I needed people though to sit with. I had very few friends in this town at this time as well. A few asked if they could be part of my supporting team, and I said, I don't have one, just my doctor and my nursing staff, and I said sure, but I'm going to tell you what will happen, they're like what? Well, you won't show, that's what will happen. Heard this too many times from people. But, I'll give you the benefit of doubt. So as I'm laying there in my bed talking to my only support at home, Christ Jesus, I said, how about I write a poem? And I thought I heard an audible voice saying, "that's a wonderful idea" as I did a 360-degree turnaround. Swore I did though cause it startled me. So, I'd say something else out loud. And it was silent.
That's how this poem received its title.
Rational Thinking
Rational thinking,
wise to choose.
It's a little bit harder,
nothing more for me to lose.
-Broken dreams-
-Broken hearts-
-Broken wings-
-My broken parts-
Rational thinking,
wise to choose.
It's a little bit harder now,
nothing more for me to lose.
I'm struggling harder,
just to stay alive.
I'm struggling harder now,
just to say goodbye.
Rational thinking,
wise to choose.
It's a little bit harder now,
nothing more for me to lose.
-Please come fix me-
-Please fix me now-
Rational thinking,
wise to choose.
I'm struggling harder now,
nothing more for... me... to... lose...
I'm struggling harder now,
just to say goodbye!
| Copyright © | William Darnell Sr |
| Year Posted 2005, 2020 |
Source - PoetrySoup
#cancer, #support-team, #Christ Jesus, #rational-thinking, #suicide
Representing what America was and now adapted to what immigration has done to the true founders of the North-America-USA is now.
North America, USA
The country in which I, North America, and 325 million other people live. ( This is only an estimate) and the remaining 6 billion people, are never going to agree with all the issues in each of our other countries in which we live. But, North America of The United States, is always turned to for help.
That's why we are, the Lands of the Free, a Home of The Brave.
North America, USA
Freedom, because of our understanding of the lack of democracy from other countries, fighting to maintain peace and to be a civil nation, for the hopes in humanity, that we are all here for one cause, and one cause only. To evolve into something better than we were yesterday.
To search out and explore new ways to our ever-changing futures. To be the greatest nation to ever be in all of the histories of mankind, no matter how you look at it. To have the best interest in mind when other countries need our lending hands, to keep the peace or find a diplomatic solution to resolve a democracy breakdown.
America the Beautiful, America the Free, America the Brave at Heart. For the care that we have in how we maintain a country with civilities.
Yes, America, I am Proud of Her, She is Our Roots, She is Our Home, America.
God Bless All...
| Copyright©| William Darnell Sr. |
| Year Posted 2017, 2019 |
Source - PoetrySoup
#america, #democracy, #freedom, #greatest-nation, #evolve
