It Has To Be

It Has To Be




Right down the line,

the spark of a little hope,

someone is reminded.


Don’t forget about tomorrow,

as I heard a man say.


I remember when tomorrow

was not a word in my vocabulary, 

only for that day.


We come back to tomorrow’s promise.


Must be God-given,

must be, has to be.


Change comes always,

with it hope.


And the new ways,

God-given, has to be.



©2018 | Creative Essence’s Creative Writing™| William P. Darnell Sr. | All Rights Reserved | The moral right of the author has been asserted | Year Posted 2002

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

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. 

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

Grandparent At Last

Grandparents At Last

To my granddaughter’s,

Aira’lee Shannon Nadeen,

Adelina Elizabeth.

Grandparent old,

of grandparent new.

The special joy,

that your bringing true.

Fairy tale’s told in the rosy past,

my first granddaughter’s are here at last.

Fishing trips and ice cream cones,

lullaby songs until we doze.

Stories told upon cozy laps,

sunny walks on shaded paths.

Butterfly kisses and big bear hugs,

truly grandparents is another

word for love.

©2019 |William P. Darnell Sr. | All Rights Reserved | Creative Essence Creative Writing™ | The moral right of this author has been asserted. | Year Posted 2010

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.”

Grandpa

Grandpa

My grandson’s,

Eoin, Christopher, Rowick.

Excerpt

Every grandchild needs a Grandpa. Whether biological or not, grandchildren deserve grandparents in their lives. They need all that I have mentioned in my poem to my grandsons. And each has their own framed copy on parchment signed by this Grandpa. I have written one for my granddaughters as well.

Grandpa

 

A boy needs a Grandpa,

for man-to-man talks.

To go hand in hand,

on companionable walks.

To fix up his toys,

when they no longer go.

To tell him the things,

little boys want to know.

 

A boy needs a Grandpa,

to show him the way.

 

To handle a puppy,

to teach him fair play.

To impart bits of wisdom,

he’s learned through the years.

 

That it’s no disgrace,

for a man to shed tears.

A boy needs a Grandpa,

to sit on his lap.

And if no one is looking,

they take a wee nap.

 

Each wrapped in an aura,

of love and esteem.

 

Each smiling gently,

at some special dream.

 

 

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