Near

Near

Excerpt

A night walk with an interest in a conversation, good wine with great friends enjoying life’s journey. 

 

 

How glad I am, 

to feel you near.

 

To have you as a friend,  

of common interest in mind.

 

To open up my heart to uncertainty,

 not too afraid for someone to see,

or too displeased to care. 

 

But one who peers with interest, 

rapt into the center of my soul. 

 

How pleasant here to feel your voice

role over me like the sea.

 

Light and fresh,

as a summer eve.

 

Whose thoughts draw

my anxious mind,

like a rainbow in the sky. 

 

Oh, the joy earned,

to gaze into a mind so pure.

 

A model of the ways, 

next to me as in life. 

 

Or just to rest in silence, 

savoring the tender tie. 

 

Oh to sit so close to a friend,

who knows all my faults.

 

And chooses still my side,

as a  true friend that listens

with their hearts.

 

Now to share that clean

unselfish flame,

of nearer inner bonds.

 

The soft aura rapt,

watching the evening’s sun. 

 

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Forgiveness

Forgiveness

This sure rings a bell for me.

I tried so many times to find forgiveness for me, and just couldn’t find it being so self-convicted.

God’s told me I’ve done nothing wrong and He has forgiven me.

But I’ve had this repeated conversation with our Lord God Almighty for 22 years.

I’ve carried this self -conviction that long.

Time for healing I believe.

 

Forgiveness

Forgive my heart,
for my mind did sin.

For to temptation,
it did give in.

But not my heart,
true to you it did stay!

So why for my minds mistake,
should it pay?

Not through my actions,
but through my thoughts, I did wrong.

If you must, blame my weak mind,
for not being strong.

But not my heart,
true to you it did stay.

And I could not bear,
to be turned away.

For any action, my mind did make,
in no way, did my heart partake.

In my mind one’s faults,
one’s errors or mistakes.

If you must displease my mind,
for what it did make.

But not my heart when  
all it’s done is love you.

 

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| Year Posted 2006, 2019 |

 

Desires Within Me

Desires Within Me

There are no regrets without you,
without us; for today never ends.

There are no tomorrow’s without you,
just ends left untied.

There are no boundaries to seek,
just love to be shared with each other.

There are no lies to hide,
only questions unasked.

There are no secrets to hide,
only sincerities from our heart’s.

©2019 |William P. Darnell Sr. | All Rights Reserved | Creative Essence Creative Writing™ | The moral right of this author has been asserted | Year Posted 2002 | International ©2003

Easter to Enjoy

Easter To Enjoy

Jesus came to earth,
to show us how to live.

How to put others first,
how to love and how to give.

Then He set about His work,
that God sent Him to do.

He took our punishment on Himself,
He made us clean and new.

He could have saved Himself,
calling Angels from above.

But He chose to pay our price for sin,
He paid it out of love.

Our Lord died on Good Friday,
but the cross did not destroy.

His resurrection on Easter morn,
that fills our hearts with joy.

Now we know our earthly death,
like His, is just a rest.

We’ll be forever with Him,
in Heaven, where life is best.

So we live our lives for Jesus,
think of Him in all we do.

Thank you Savior,
thank you Lord,
help us love like You.

©2019 |William P. Darnell Sr. | All Rights Reserved | Creative Essence Creative Writing™ | The moral right of the author has been asserted | Year Posted 2003 | International © 2003

A Walk

A Walk
Come with me
let us take a walk.
With balmy breezes,
the boldly grounds.
My willow tree,
that shades it’s path..
Standing there,
stretching it’s branch..
Touch me where,
I ache the most.
Show’s the least,
love’s you the most.
Touch me there,
stay with me.
Share my twilight,
a memory.
A shine that
warns off the heat.
Turns to the dawn,
sweet memory…
Touch me there,
stay with me.
A sweet taste,
pure memory…
©2019 |William P. Darnell Sr. | All Rights Reserved | Creative Essence Creative Writing™ | The moral right of the author has been asserted | Year Posted 2016

Parker Solar Probe A Successful Launch.. 

Parker Solar Probe Launch A Success! 

Today August 21st, 2018 at approximately 3:31a EST, this morning, the Parker Solar Probe launched for the sun’s atmosphere. The second mission of its kind going to the sun’s corona to analyze the atmosphere. In 12 weeks it will be to the sun’s corona where the satellite starts it’s a seven-year mission to collect data of its atmosphere. In six weeks it will cruise past Venus, the no turning point in its mission.

Parker Solar Probe will travel at speeds to over 430,000 miles per hour and make 24 laps around the sun from a distance of 3.83 million miles away. This would be the corona of our sun, analyzing its atmosphere, and sending this data back to NASA. It’s the fastest satellite ever to be built by man and the closest we have ever come to the sun. Last time we sent a probe to the sun was in 1976 coming to a distance of 27 million miles away. The distance from the earth to the sun is an astonishing 93 million miles.

This mission, if it survives it’s blistering heat conditions, a staggering 3-4 million degrees Fahrenheit at the sun’s surface, (up to 27 million degrees Fahrenheit at its core), and at 3.83 million miles away, temperature’s of over 2,500° Fahrenheit will go down in history! The satellite has a heat shield of 4.5 inches thick, protecting it and it’s instruments from the blistering temperatures of 2,500° if not hotter and higher.

An hour after launch at 4:31a, it separated from its thrust rocket’s and is now embarked on its seven-year journey. Congratulations to a successful launch NASA, John Hopkins University and to Dr. Eugene Parker, 91, and everyone that played part in a job well done on a fantastic journey to understand the majestic Star of our solar system and galaxy.

Parker Solar Probe is the first of it’s kind to be named after a person which is Dr. Eugene Parker, 91 and the man that initiated this project and mission.

Written by William Darnell Sr

Aug, 21st, 2018 5:32a EST.

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Hurt

I hurt myself today

To see if I still feel

I focus on the pain

The only thing that’s real

The needle tears a hole

The old familiar sting

Try to kill it all away

But I remember everything

What have I become

My sweetest friend

Everyone I know

Goes away in the end

And you could have it all

My empire of dirt

I will let you down

I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns

Upon my liars chair

Full of broken thoughts

I cannot repair

Beneath the stains of time

The feelings disappear

You are someone else

I am still right here

What have I become

My sweetest friend

Everyone I know

Goes away in the end

And you could have it all

My empire of dirt

I will let you down

I will make you hurt

If I could start again

A million miles away

I will keep myself

I would find a way


Songwriters: Trent Reznor

Hurt lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

All Rights, © and ™ or ® trademakrs belong soely to their respective owners or company’s. In no part do claim any Rights to this song.

Special thanks to: Trent Reznor for a fantastic piece or art and writing.  And also to Johnny Cash for performing fantastically! Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd. For you making this happen. 

Stoked In

Stoked In

Stoked in low,
Stoked in high.

Try to reach up,
into that sky.

Your placement here,
had been just a passing.

It’s over now.
Life’s not that harassing.

Don’t look down.
To late to frown.

Come with me,
you’ll have a new town.

Never again
will I turn away.

Never again,
shall I stray.

I’m leaving now,
I’ll see you soon.

Come, let’s hurry,
it’s almost noon.

Give it a chance,
Give it a stance.

Look at you,
you’re in a prance.

Let me tend,
Let me bend.

It all comes to this,
my galant friend.

Show me now,
show me then.

This is how life goes,
this is the end!

©2019 | William P. Darnell Sr. | All Rights Reserved | Creative Essence Creative Writing™ | The moral right of the author has been asserted | Year Posted 2016

Children

​Children


You came here children to save a marriage, 

that couldn’t be saved. 


You were delivered with all the hope, 

humanity can bring to a new day. 


You came and life was better, 

the childrens faces answered so many questions. 


You came expecting nothing, 

deserving the chances only we can give. 


You came, we failed! 


Now we must all see about tomorrow.




©2018Creative Essence’s Creative Writing™ | William P. Darnell Sr| All Rights Reserved | The moral right of the author has been asserted | Year Posted 2003 | International copyrights 2003

In The Faces Of

A writing of a female in conversation with the opposite sex.

In The Faces Of

In the faces of love,

I have seen so little of life.

In the faces of love,

I have searched for expression,

have yet to come away with an answer.

And it seems I have been

turned away at last.

And the face of love

is long ago friend,

last seen too many.

Seasons hence,

but a sweet taste

of friendship lingers.

Like carved images of yesterday,

in the faces of the seasons of love.

©2019|William P. Darnell Sr. | All Rights Reserved | Creative Essence Creative Writing™ | The moral right of the author has been asserted | Year Posted 2009

Every Day A Harvest

Every Day A Harvest

Every day a harvest,

every man, every woman, every child.

Looking back harvesting,

the trail of daylight for laughter,

brought from life.

The successes,

bring you joy,

happiness.

Stay away from the corners of despair,

for sometimes they can shame you.

The disappointments,

for they may only burden you.

Every day a harvest,

every man, every woman, every child.

©2019 |William P. Darnell Sr. | All Rights Reserved | Creative Essence Creative Writing™ |The moral right of the author has been asserted | Year Posted 2002

Rational Thinking

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…

©2019 |William P. Darnell Sr. | All Rights Reserved |Creative Essence Creative Writing™ | The moral right of the author has been asserted| Year Posted 2013

Me, A Servant

Me, A Servant

My what an honor today,

that I serve Jesus.

To take His loving hand,

please show me the way.

He opened my eyes,

allowed me to see.

He blew life in my lungs,

He brought me to breathe.

It was in nick of time,

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

You took me from that storm,

that thrashed me away.

You brought Peace in me now,

I’ll never live without.

Your my center of my world,

I’ll give it a shout..

I have more Love for You,

that one person can give.

My what a pleasure it is,

that You live within.

I was foolish in the first place,

not to be with You.

I love You more today Lord,

more than I did yesterday too.

©2019 | Creative Essence Creative Writing ™| William P Darnell Sr | All Rights Reserved |The moral right of the author has been asserted | Year Posted 2017

In The Distance

In The Distance

As I gaze in the distance of the field,

a field of wildflowers and thickets.

I see in the distance,

a blemish of temper and scorch.

The harmony of the field

is plagued and tarnished by raged flame.

As the flames makes it way through the field,

devouring everything in it’s path.

The wildflower’s wilted and scorched,

torn in their own beauty.

The thickets lay blistered,

weeping in sorrow.

The sky brings a cool mist of rain,

that has justice in it’s nature.

For the field of wildflowers and thickets,

are in harmony from the rage.

The dance of the wildflower and thickets,

was the beauty that I have gazed at,

in the distance.

©2019|William P. Darnell Sr.| All Rights Reserved | Creative Essence Creative Writing™ | The moral right of the author has been asserted | Year Posted 2001

Behold, a King

Behold, a King

It was as foretold in folklore,

the, “Greatest Story Ever Told”

Behold, a “light” that shines,

on the “One,” in the manger.

Displayed in a arua of “Peace.”

bonded to the roots of “Love.”

That the “child” that was born,

to a mother, that is adorned.

Became as foretold in folklore,

the “Greatest Story Ever Told.”

The “child” in that manger,

His Greatest quest,

has not yet.

The burdens of such a King,

taken upon Himself.

That He has so chosen,

to pay for our sin.

Well, He done it,

He paid it out of “Love.”

For that’s a true King,

know?

He gave His Life,

He gave it out of “Love.”

My Teacher… Life’s Memory

My Teacher… Life’s Memory

Mrs. Sandy Keichle

Being life to me….

life being to see….

A memory,

my teacher.

Can you see,

she believed in me.

A shadow passed,

now standing there.

Marking place being,

once being of life….

It’s true!

My teacher,

a memory,

that believed in me,

me for all things being,

she only to see in me…

Life being to see…

being life to me…

My, What a memory,

held in our hearts,

bonded from their start.

My Teacher…

A memory…

the fondest her being,

a memory,

my teacher.

Being life to me,

life being to see…..

Life being in me….

©2019 | William P. Darnell Sr. | All Rights Reserved | Creative Essence Creative Writing™ | The moral right of the author has been asserted | Year Posted 2017

Just Waiting For Me

Just Waiting For Me

What is it, what is it,

I’m delighted to see.

Well there’s a big package,

just waiting for me.

I want to unwrap it,

I’m delighted to see.

There’s this big package,

just waiting to be.

Can it be, is it see,

I really do not know?

Let’s open it,

let’s open it,

this package I bestow.

It’s just waiting for me.

©2019 |William P. Darnell Sr. | All Rights Reserved |Creative Essence Creative Writing™ | The moral right of the author has been asserted | Year Posted 2017

Ole’ Angel of Mine

​Ole’ Angel Of Mine


To my dear friend,

Robin Hookie

May you R.I.P



I asked God to send me a miracle,

I felt your presence.


I asked God to touch my heart,

you smiled.


I asked God to send me a friend,

I got an Angel.


When I thanked God for sending me a miracle,

I was overwhelmed by your presence.


When I thanked God that He had

touched my heart,

you came over and stood beside me. 


When I thanked God for sending me a friend, 

and an angel appeared.


You turned and looked at me,

smiled and said hello.


Thank you Angel for being there!!


©2018 | Creative Essence’s Creative Writing™| William P. Darnell Sr.| All Rights Reserved | The moral right of the author has been asserted | Year Posted 2001

Enchanted Forest

​Enchanted Forest


Enchanted forestry telling a beautiful story to me, as I was walking my Ms. Jersey  through there. My, a grand gesture they was telling. Their leaves slightly flowing in harmony with the winds. Each one giggling as I stepped further in. 

Mother Nature gave a kiss of sweet cooing of the morning doves. The trees saying hey, don’t forget me as I walked past, touching each of their trunks. I stopped to look back at them all, they each waving by leaf! 

Nature has her own mind and it’s well accepted in my heart as we danced in the forest of enchantment.

©2017 | Creative Essence’s Creative  Writing™| William P. Darnell Sr. | All rights reserved | The moral rights of the author has been asserted  | Year Posted 2017

Friends

Friends

Friendship is the kind of love,

that never can grow old.

Warm and cozy it will stay,

when other things are cold.

Friendship’s is, a love so true,

it can not be denied.

Because a friend will always be there,

close by your side.

Lovers come and go,

in this game of life we play.

But a true friend, no matter what,

in your heart will always stay.

So hold these friends dear to you,

and never let them go.

Think how much they mean to you,

and make sure to tell them so.

©2019 |William P. Darnell Sr. | All Rights Reserved | Creative Essence Creative Writing™ | The moral right of the author has been asserted | Year Posted 2011

New Biginning’s

New Beginning’s
The night sky closes,
and the dawn light begins.

Dew forms from the nights set,
falling from the morning sky,
covering what lies beneath.
The wind blows softly,
as the clouds roll through the sky.
The sun, peeking back and forth
in the horizon and the nature
of the skies journey.
The fields, now glistening with the dew
that sets the new beginnings.

The flowers drink of the dew,
that lies on their pedals.

New growth begins
from the dew lying on the ground
to form the new nature.
And now, the new beginning has begun.

©2019| Creative Essence’s Creative Writing™| William P. Darnell Sr. | All Rights Reserved |The moral right of the author has been asserted | Year Posted 2005 | International copyrights © 2003

Meet Mischief, my furry  best friend and family. 

  •  Mischief rescued me, as I rescued him. He was only 5-6 weeks old, abandoned on some old farm house. Last year’s Christmas photo, 2017.  Mischief:  I’m now 1 yr, 4 month old. 

  • On Tuesday, December 4 th, 2018, my owner of mine, woke me up like at 7am expecting me to function, with no food or water. He later, stuffs me in the cat carrier, quite plush may I add, and dropped me off with some people I didn’t know.. My owner says, by Mischief. 
  • These people he left me with, well, injected me with something, and man I was knocked out. I woke up later and I’m like “woozy,” and have some pain down between my back legs and as I investigate myself there, and just to see “what’s up,” I meowed so loud, because I was missing cat parts. Yeah, I’m talking that, he had my cat fancy whacked. How dare my owner do this, with no discussion, cause it was like I didn’t have a say in the matter. Ok you little guy, enough blogging,  I had ya nurtured, tee hee! Sorry pal really, it was for the best.
  • Better that really, or I’d need thank myself, because I won’t have the neighbors knocking asking for cat support. Done ya a favor pal, so anyways, meet my best buddy and furry friend and family, Mischief Lotus Darnell. Say by Mischief to everyone reading. Thanks guys, he is really a big part of my heart. 
  • Take care people, have a great day or night.

Dear Love, I Would

​Dear Love, I Would 



Your lips would make for a gentle kiss. 

Your arms would make for a perfect hug. 

Your hand would make a perfect fit for mine. 

You’re the one I would love having beside me. 

You’re the one I would want to share my heart and life with now. 

I wish I knew what I did to deserve you showing up?


Because, I would do it again! 




©2019 | Creative Essence’s Creative Writing™| William P. Darnell Sr. | All Rights Reserved | The moral right of the author has been asserted |Year Posted 2007