Near

Near




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,

as 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 heart.


Now to share that clean

unselfish flame,

of nearer inner bonds.


The soft aura rapt,

watching the evening’s sun. 





©2019 | Creative Essence’s Creative Writing™ | William P. Darnell Sr. | All Rights Reserved |The moral right of the author has been asserted | Year Posted 2006


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The Still Voice

The Still Voice

Depth’s of His heart,
loves all people for
who they are.

The Still Voice talks,
but who is listening.

He weeps with sorrow,
because His children’s
gone astray.

The Still Voice talks,
but who is listening.

He talks once again,
to be astrayed to His land.

The still Voice talks,
but who is listening.

One said: I heard You talk to thee,
the love pours about.

The still Voice talks,
hence,
someone….. was…. listening….
©2019 |William P. Darnell Sr. | All Rights Reserved | Creative Essence Creative Writing™ | The moral right of the author have been asserted | Year Posted 2006

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

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

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