Best Darrell Poems

Day of mourning
for the music world
the red bearded god is slain
upon the stage his blood was spilt
metal will never be the same
a guitar genius
the best...

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This is the tale of Betty Vautour 
Who took on a lover at age forty-four. 
Stormed out of the house 
With soft-spoken curse, 
In nightdress...

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Poor octogenarian Darrell,  
At Niagara with his young bride, Carol,     
The love struck old geezer,     ...

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Darlene my dear sister of mine,

as I was growing up, we had our

ups and downs, but we also had

a lot of fun and good times.

You...

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We had a little Beagle named Cindy,

such a sweet little girl she was,

brother Darrell training her so well,

to be a great hunter, and that she...

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My Love, my Hope, my Goddess there can be no words formed by mortal lips sufficient to proclaim the glory which lived in me the...

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One was handsome with long hair, One was beautiful with long hair
One was carefree, One was careful
One with sense of family, One an orphan
One paid...

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Driving down the highway,
watching the world go by.
Seeing things my way.
trying to touch the sky!
No room for compromising,
let the new day begin!
I see a red...

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Her wing reached down and touched me…
Was it real or was it dream?
Her broken halo splashed, in my fabricated stream…
She fell from heaven with her...

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by Michaelw1two

 What thoughts have I, 
 in mind against its grain;
 aware, but in shallowness dressed,
 humanity’s drain, drowns my spirit’s health;
 beside myself,...

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Christmas is here
The family is gathering for the holiday cheer
We should all be excited
Completely delighted
We are all invited
To the bowling alley again this year
For a...

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Christmas is here
The family is gathering at Darrell & Lola's
Bowling alley this year
For a few good laughs
And lots of good beer
Potluck don't have to cook...

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Here I  am in the place of my fitting,
tracing this life I'LL soon be quitting!
Dwelling in a world truly of hell,
with feelings so blue...

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Trapped beneath the clouds 
of someone else’s misery 
Hearing of their crappy job 
take’s such a toll on me 

If you don’t enjoy your work...

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by Michaelw1two

 Worrisome ways is hunger’s wile,
 the body swoons as in the pot water boils;
 the idea stirs, steam fills the air,
 alas alone,...

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