Best Darby Poems
Cattle Drive
Roll over a bit in me swag
Get some bones clear of the ground
Dew is on us swag cover is wet
Dingo is howling around
The cattle are camped in the corner
The frogs are croaking, smile creeps
Old horse has the nose bag on
Oats n the chaff for his keep
Fox has his nose in the camp oven
Cattle dog snarls n he freaks
Fox has blurted and gone now
Cattle dog goes back to sleep
At daylight we are catching the horses
Hobbles come off as they squeak
Saddle and mount a grumpy horse
be unloaded, you’re bloody weak :)
Old horse drops his head again smartly
Pigroots around the flat
Stay with him mate it’s only
oats causing springing like that.
Cattle move on down the Stockroute
15 mile a day cross water n creeks
40 mile to the railhead Darby
The Shielas are waiting so sweet.
Don Johnson
Hey Babe
I know the feeling Im a whiz at computers been using since 1990 .
My little laptop has inbuilt webcam i record from.
I was using a usb type video camera ...which worked well.
Do make an effort to put you on you tube ...
there is lots of crappity crap there so you will be welcomed there ..
i have 190 poems n talking too...just good fun its what i do...love
Don
Categories:
darby, adventuredog, dog, horse,
Form:
Rhyme
Spring and the great reveal!
Winter is now in full retreat,
those darkest days of rain and sleet,
the clouds will part, as if cut by knife,
the sun warms the earth to beckon life
I throw back the curtains in every room,
to let in the rays and light the gloom,
but then as I blink and my eyes adjust,
I recoil with horror at all that dust!
Spring cleaning is a chore I hate,
but it must be done now, it can't be late,
I mop and dust and polish with wax,
I can't sit in the sun, no time to relax
Now to the kitchen, where I cater,
to remove the dust from the radiator,
down the side of the oven, a treasure trove,
a forgotten chip and a garlic clove
Every room is brought up to muster,
thanks to me and my big yellow duster,
my muscles ache, my energy's sapped,
my face is aglow, my hands are chapped
I think I've finished, but no, wait,
I glance outside beyond the garden gate,
a rusty barbecue, and a lawn full of weeds,
a fence that needs painting, and sprouting seeds
Forgive me if I don't welcome this season,
the work it brings is beyond all reason,
I prefer the winter, the storms and the ice,
curled up with a film and some chocolate that's nice!
Cheryl Darby 2015
Categories:
darby, funny, house, humor, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
What Does Maisie Smile About?
(or A Tale of 3 Ladders)
“I wonder what Maisie smiles about,
when she stares out of her window?”asks Jane,
the new carer at St. Mary's, is curious,
about the aged figure watching the rain
Maisie is deep in her thoughts today,
“Maisie, Maisie”, her Grandpa cries,
“these ripe apples won't pick themselves you know!”
and up the long ladder her young legs rise (1st ladder)
Autumn, in the golden orchard of yesteryear,
the warm setting sun, the birds and the bees,
the grown ups, all so merry with chatter,
Maisie and friends, all playing at ease
Such happy days of Autumn sun,
of foraged blackberries and apple cake,
of sweet plum puddings and then,
apple with cheddar in the same bake
The adults, merry now, and all a dance,
the tree house ladder calls the young throng, (2nd ladder)
the boys scatter 'jacks', the girls make 'cat's cradle',
then all descend to skip in time to song
This is what I reminisce about,
and my time is far from past, you see,
I hear them, calling me, up that final ladder,
“Maisie, your young legs will soon be free!”
Not long now, as I grow so very tired,
I will shed my 'costume' of aged joints so sore,
and return again to the young girl that I really am,
and sprint up those ladder rungs once more! (3rd ladder)
Mrs Cheryl Darby 2015
Categories:
darby, age, death, grandmother, heaven,
Form:
Rhyme
Irish
'When Irish eyes are smiling',
sang the midwife, gleefully,
as she handed me a bundle,
and revealed that it was 'She'.
A baby, with the darkest hair,
blue eyes, that shone like sea,
here lay this little person,
blessed with Irish ancestry.
A girl no longer now, alas,
she's long since flown the nest,
so I replaced her swiftly,
with 2 Greyhounds, I don't jest!
Faye Shannah and Pigalle Blue,
an Irish racing pair,
but you can safely visit me,
unless you are a hare!
You could come for coffee?
and bring a Cake to finish,
actually, I love real ale,
but never, ever, Guinness!
Cheryl Yvonne Darby (Cyd)
23/02/2015
Categories:
darby, dog, drink, funny, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
Sweet love,sweet affection,
Though as old as ages,
Your love never fades away,
Like the morning rose, it blooms,
It never withers or dies in a day.
Like the daffodils that bloom in the garden,
Though haste away so soon,
But linger in the heart till night.
Renewal of love every minute,
Beautiful, blooming,fresh and evergreen.
Like trees planted by the rivers of waters,
Which produce new leaves when old ones wither away!
Darby and Joan,though old,
Your love stays still,till the end of time.
Categories:
darby, love, daffodils, , sweet
Form:
Rhyme
This index finger of mine loves discothèques,
Amber sunsets, pretty faces from heaven, wanderlust hybrids & violets,
Those are just few of my fantasies surrounding me,
Now let’s share some of my secret language, the B-a Story!
That will entail no point of return,
Let the Herculean games begin,
My heart will wade with only dominics’ who are wired for this evening spree, Tetsuo”
That’s why I’m always losing my old brooms that make several detours & pit-stops,
So who am I?
I’m Bryan, the Bye! Bye! Butterfly with good enough wings,
Who is espoused to his career and talent for now!
But today is another day away from that,
Now let’s go spinning with what placates me on this amazing day,
Music alone placates me, because it wades me down to the river bank,
Regardless of any genre!
I listen to Rock music, Cause’ it’s the music for the Darby kids like my Sis #Liz!
I heed to Trance, Cause’ it uplifts my animal ecstasy,
Trance music alone makes me to transgress my 99 problems one less #DjProvocation!
Hip Hop is for us the wordsmith & my brother #Pak Seeker,
We Hip Hop fanatics, we are the G.O.A.T, 2Pac Lives.
Soul music melts my soul and spurs along my entire love to rest besides my violet,
So #Seal, shall you croon again that “Kiss from the rose”
For the love of my gad dam birthday!
R&B is my affectionate music genre for my precious Venus!
Dancehall & House music cloaks my club house with #Joan,
Dj Guetta & Dj Novelli can you please stamp my house party,
So that the electrons can mingle with atoms!
Tell the storm that this is my B-a Story.
T.m.TS ©BryanDePoet
Categories:
darby, family, friend, music,
Form:
Name
Trying To Join My Pathway To A Greek God
16 years old and full of hope, it's 1977
I began my journey to college by bus
From a sleepy little village in Devon
Excited new students jumping on board
But then, I was transported to heaven
A gorgeous young man with sun kissed hair
Sat down beside me, after paying his fare
He had a swimmers' physique with golden tan
Surely a Greek God and not merely a man?
His Summer was spent on the River Teign
Which had bestowed him a body so very lean,
Broad shoulder muscles filled out his shirt,
I do hope at college they'll teach me to flirt!
The next morning I save him a seat and then wait
Alas it stayed empty as he preferred Kate,
The natural blonde with a model's figure,
Oh how I wished that I had grown bigger!
On icy mornings he even gave her his jumper
I wished I could wear it, and prayed that he'd dump her
But he never did, and my college course finished
Our pathways parted, and my love diminished
Years and years later in 2002,
When I was selling the tickets to enter the zoo
A man who was next, he asked for a single
My heart did a skip, and a thump and a tingle
There was something about him that I recognised
Yes, it was my Greek God, I remembered those eyes!
But nothing else I could see was remotely the same
No muscles, no shoulders, and no hair to tame
He wore a Man United shirt, stretched over his tum,
Covered in tattoo's even one that said 'mum'
His flip flops worn flat under his weight
Three quarter length shorts and a shuffling gait
That was the boy that had made my heart pine?
He had chosen a pathway so different to mine
I chuckled to myself and sighed with relief,
To be happily married to a man with some teeth!
Cheryl Darby 19th April 2015
Categories:
darby, boyfriend, crush, fantasy, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
Ash and tears
For the species man
As the infiltrating tentacles of self destruction
Unstoppable
Spread from hand to hand
The earth hid its eyes
So the moon would not see
As she whimpered and cried
For what was to be
The sea thrashed in rebellion
Displaying its hate and pain
While the creatures of the ocean
Floated on salty waters
Decaying upon white sands
In protest of their demise
Neptune's children
Called upon the universes strength
The poison cast upon the waters
Man in golden goblet drink
When the sky wept black tears
The earth hid its eyes
The oceans roared with anger
The moon wailed and cried
This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws
Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright
Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Tammy M. Darby Feb. 2, 2014
Categories:
darby, environment, universe,
Form:
Free verse
* Yesterday I tried to do this challenge but I got it all wrong. Hopefully my second attempt is much better. Enjoy:-)
Happy Larry,
Loves Kerry
Angry Hazel
Large Nasal
Hates Sheri
Loves Jerry
Twins Larry &
Barry -
Darby
Often Dates
House Mates
Inspired By The Five Letter Words
Challenge
Categories:
darby, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
Lieing here in this hospital bed,
Is the last place that I want to be.
For it's the christmas season, and in five days,
I would like to be gathered around the christmas tree!
So, my mood has been very low and sad,
A pity-party I guess I have thrown!
Then she walked into my room,
And her care and concern for me she made known!
She was jolly and cheerful with the christmas spirit,
Even though she was having to work too!
But, that didn't stop her from doing her job
She was skilled and knew what to do!
This special nurse is named Darby,
And her touch is special in many ways!
Her hands are not the only way she touches me,
I am touched by the way she listens and by what she has to say!
So, physical touch may be needed in healing
But, sometimes it helps to have a listening ear
You may just need that SPECIAL TOUCH
especially during the christmas time of year!
sherry smith
Categories:
darby, caregiving, christmas, christmas, may,
Form:
ABC
They sat side by side together
On a bench looking out at sea
Just an ordinary old couple
With different thoughts and memory
He remembers his young love
With blonde hair all curly and clean
Smelling of herbs after washing
Glinting with a shiny sheen.
She remembers his blue eyes
Piercing right into her soul
Eyes that watched over her
Making her feel whole
Their hands are held tightly
She knows how hard they feel
Knowing that each callous
Was money for another meal
He sees the redness of her skin
Where years of toil took their toll
But with this blemish, it just means
They were clean and fed overall.
They are just 2 old folks
Like Darby and Joan of the song
Together in life for many years
With each other they know they belong.
Categories:
darby, nostalgia, old, old,
Form:
Rhyme
Spots in winter
Lights at spring
Beauty at autumn
Shines in summer
Nectars for busy bees
Indigos of rainbows
Signals for eyes
Sensations for brains
Warmth into hearts
Bouquets for aisles.
The violets...................,
The pretty purplish flowers....,
The words from Darby to Joan,
The true words from me to you.
Categories:
darby, flower, love, nature, valentines
Form:
Rhyme
Wildcats and hyenas will hunt together, demons will scream to demons, [the lilith also shall settle there...] and creatures of the night will live among the ruins [of Edom]. ~Isaiah 34:14 CEV, Darby
Evil lies,
for Lilith you are
a demon's
dire device,
sent straight from the devil's pit
to beguile fair Eve
and Adam;
the fools of Eden
fast succumbed
to the lure
of your beauty, ignoring
the tongue of the snake
speaking God-
damned words of deceit;
Did God not
say you can
be like us if you eat from
the tree? So eat, know
and follow
us, gain all knowledge
and wisdom;
beautiful
Lilith will be your one guide~
straight into hellfire
if only
they'd known it, if ears
had listened
and heard it,
that God's pre-given love gift
was kinship with Him.
Categories:
darby, evil,
Form:
Shadorma
darby-ALONG THE WAY
We sing to thee in gladness,
hands raised to thee in praise;
We bow our heads in sadness,
as upon Your cross we gaze
And on our knees before you,
in thankfulness each day
life,eternal,now,and new
if,in Your steps we stay.
QUATRAIN After John DARBY
Categories:
darby, faith, people
Form:
Quatrain
Adapting the Craft
My father looked up Zealot Street
toward the mountain where ore
buckets hung to cart the coal.
“Don’t go near the mine” he repeat-
ed, the chant of elders who fore-
warned him of the dangerous hole.
He’d just go up through Bessie’s place
to find a young tree with a v
that he could cut out with his knife
and string with rubber like a lace
to hold a pebble that might be
a deterrent in the daily strife
for a kid in Wiconisco
who didn’t wear patches on his pants
when the miners went on strike.
My father bought a super sling
from the Nu Martz Hardware’s stock
across from the farmer’s market.
It would be the very best thing
to load with a peppermint rock
and blast the squatting pidgin set
that left its guana in a pile
between the houses on our street.
No one ate peppermints anymore
since Hannah went away to hole
up at Marion’s down on Darby Road,
so my father used them to blister
the butts of pidgins unloading
in our alley way, day after day.
“Got another one,” he would roar.
Enid smiled. Should she keep score?
My father kept on going for
ninety years and a few months more.
He shot baskets with his grandson
and prowled the pathways in the park
across Whitehall in search of a young
straight tree with an inviting v, one
that might be honed to aid the aged.
But since the veterans that he served
had wandered far from earlier strife,
he cut a longer sapling with his knife.
He smoothed the wood, applied the stain.
My father’s slingshot had become a cane.
Categories:
darby, father son, son,
Form:
Rhyme