Mischief lazing… 

I must have wore him out playing soccer. He loves that ball for sure. Best dollar I ever spent I think, besides going to the Dairy Queen as a young lad. Slick Black Cat of coy… He is of character, he is.. 

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Spirit of Life

Spirit of Life


We start as mear creatures.

Bloom to the lust of flesh, 

Flower to the act of love.


©2019 | Creative Essence’s Creative Witing™|William Darnell Sr. | All Rights Reserved | The moral right of the auth has been asserted|Year Posted 2013

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


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

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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