Darren White Poet Rhyme

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Almost a stanzaic meter/metre :)

The story of Little Lord Fauntleroy has a special meaning for me. The little boy Cedric, living a very humble life, only to find out he is the heir to an incredible grumpy old Lord. In the end he turns everyone around, making them happy just because of who he is. The book was very important when published, and caused a hype, even the stylish clothing of the boy has become quite famous..

I read this book while away, from country to country I took it with me, in the end I lost it somehwere and that still hurts a lot. Even though the connotation in this poem isn't that positive.

Close My Eyes and Dance Away

Give me all of my private time 
I will succumb without a fight
And later be your every whim
First those few seconds of respite
Before once more I crawl through slime
Notice how once my gown was white 
But cooked with silted tears and grime

Give me one minute of your day
To bend and chew on and enjoy
Before you take it all away 
To you I am no more than a toy
Commodity for you to play
Inconvenience, little joy
Your Little Lord Fauntleroy

Give me a second and I crawl -
To sleep, forget about the day -
To the stone against the wall
Close my eyes and dance away
Jump so high and never fall
The uncrowned king of ballet
Applauded in the dance hall

My mind is free, my mind is mine
My words have meaning, see them shine

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March 13, 2017
© Darren White

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Kai Michael Neumann March 18, 2017 at 3:23 AM Thanks for the notes you put up. What a shame, that you have lost the book. But you will always have it inside you. Kai Darren White March 18, 2017 at 3:47 AM Thank you, Kai. Yes it does indeed :) But i am also the sort of person that loves books, I am a notorious book sniffer hah.

Carole Duet March 15, 2017 at 12:44 AM This poem packs a huge wallup, Darren. So full of emotion: dread, dreams, love, hate...and it makes my heart hurt. You are such a talent. Darren White March 15, 2017 at 1:15 AM All of that and then some, Carole, thank you :)

Michael Coy March 14, 2017 at 11:52 AM This is almost unbearably poignant. In terms of its technical brilliance, the manipulation of rhyme and syntax shines out - but I also marvel at your mastery of casual, colloquial English. And that word "succumb" is to die for! Darren White March 14, 2017 at 12:15 PM Thank you for recognising the sadness my friend. Succumb is to die for yes hah :) Thank you for your wonderful comment, humbled...

Sara Ella March 13, 2017 at 6:35 PM As Lisa pointed out, I see that time theme and looked up the story too :) I learn so much from your poems and enjoy just reading them. Your mind is free and thank goodness for that as you share your talent here. Darren White March 14, 2017 at 12:22 AM It's not selfish dear friend :) I'll probably add a small bit about Fauntleroy here in the notes. Sara Ella March 13, 2017 at 6:40 PM selfish, i think that last statement. I am so glad that you wish to share your writing here - you, as a really wonderful person, shine with your words.

Kai Michael Neumann March 13, 2017 at 11:32 AM True, shining words. Do not be shy and put up a bit of 'Little Lord Fauntleroy's story, maybe. This is a good write, Kai Darren White March 13, 2017 at 12:25 PM I might, maybe add it as a note, thanks :)

Tim Smith March 13, 2017 at 9:35 AM They are shining here...Such loveliness Darren White March 13, 2017 at 9:39 AM Thank you Tim, and how are you this morning?

Nette Onclaud March 13, 2017 at 7:05 AM this brings sunshine on the page..how beautiful, darren..huggs Darren White March 13, 2017 at 7:13 AM Nette, thank you, I am happy to bring you some sunshine :)

Lisa Ricci March 13, 2017 at 4:43 AM -- Prego -- Darren White March 13, 2017 at 4:50 AM :) Shukran, as we say in Egypt.

Lisa Ricci March 13, 2017 at 4:28 AM Good Morning Darren. There is nothing I could say to this. Anything would be significant. Just know in my eyes you have achieved all the poetic elements especially the emotive factor. You honestly have the poetic flair and touch. "Give me all of my private time" "Give me one minute of your day" Give me a second and I crawl" There are no words for that expression. May such beauty remain within you always. I think this was well done I'll have to double check (ha ha) Darren White March 13, 2017 at 4:31 AM Hah Lisa, Grazie again! You noticed that so well, that time element in there. Thank you for seeing the poetic value in my words!

Charmaine Chircop March 13, 2017 at 4:00 AM I see you shine..Indeed you are your own .Nobody elses...And always remember that dear Darren.Excellent poem..A fave. Darren White March 13, 2017 at 4:21 AM I am myself. Charmain, and so are you. Thank you dear friend :)