Best Darrell Poems
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 and slippers,
Cosmetics and purse.
What was she thinking? I'll never know.
Into the arms of a drunkard named Joe,
A no-good-for-nuthin,
Unemployable bum,
Who'd wash down a six pack
With Seven Seas rum.
And Darrell, poor Darrell, truck driver by trade,
Delivering milk for the money he made.
All for his family,
Betty and kids,
Keeping them clothed,
And food in the fridge.
When he asked her why, she did not hesitate.
"There's only so much baloney I'll take.
With you, there was no
Matrimonial bliss.
I got tired of watching
Friends cuddle and kiss."
Poor octogenarian Darrell,
At Niagara with his young bride, Carol,
The love struck old geezer,
In order to please her,
Plunged over the falls in a barrel.
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 was.
My dog shep and her got along just fine.
Had her for almost two years, until one day,
while chasing a rabbit across the steet,
poor little Cindy didn't see the car coming
down the way, she was killed outright.
Such a poor sweet and most tender dog she was.
Our friend old Ben carried her from the steet and
placed her small little body on the green grass
that she used to play in many times, then he
came and told us the sad news. She was with
us a short time but so many dear sweet memories
that dear dog left in our hearts.
Written 8-15-11
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 were my only sister,
and my hero, I looked up to you.
Whenver I needed to ask you
a question a straight answer is
what I got back. Teasing you as you
brought home a boyfriend, is what
little brothers are supposed to do.
Making you so mad, that you would
scream at the top of your lungs,
and chase me all over the house,
to try and kill me.
We had a deal, whenever we
bought 6 pack of Pepsi,
brother Darrell, you and me,
each got 2 bottles,
me being very greedy
would always steal one
or more of yours, it was
like that bottle of Pepsi
was a chunk of gold or
something, you would again
chase me all over the house to
try and kill me once more.
Our Sunday afternoon walks
uptown met so much to me,
that you will never know
how precious those times were,
now many miles separate us
my dear sister, but I am
still loving you and missing you
very much, but this poem is for you,
to let you know, how I really felt
about you and still do, those were
very special days of long ago.
Written 5-24-11
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 no attention, One always looked over the shoulder
One an elaborate thinker, One realistic
One was taken care of, The Other a caretaker
One loved for a time, One in love for all time
Both with a passion intensely shared
One dreamed of money, One dreamed of fame
One kept the beat, One sang along
One always pushing, One keeping up
One full of laughter, One full of words
One mechanical, One artistic
One with a goal, One with a dream
Together a force soon to ROCK the world
- The Warrior Clan in early 2000
from left to right: Scott McDowell, Dave Coon, Darrell Hagy, Chris Hagy (the partners), Tracy Eberlein
Though we never did a world tour, our music can now be heard on soundcloud.com. Thanks to all of you who have already visited...Rock On!
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 there was
his brother Vinnie
sick with loss
no-one else can fill his shoes
he played it all
from rock to blues
Dimebag Darrell
rest in peace
a blacktooth i drink for you
the Hendrix of our generation
live forever like all legends do
There is and always will be a piece of your heart living and beating within mine. I hold it close and the day will never be that I release or neglect it.
I cherish every memory of you my muse and will love you always.
I wish you every joy, every happiness, every comfort life may bring to your path, for in my eyes you and I dance eternal within the common dust from which we were formed……
Darrell
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 few good laughs
And lots of good beer
Where nobody naps
With open taps
Little ones doing laps
Music blasting
Lights flashing
Teenagers dashing
Pins smashing
White elephant laughing
One big Christmas celebration
With plenty of family medication
Grandma's feeling the holiday sensation
All of us living these positive vibrations
Hope we all will be there this year
So well done
I believe I can speak for everyone
This holiday event was so much fun
Christmas with family, you have nothing to fear
Always a blast with so much cheer
We should make it a holiday premier
Darrell & Lola have truly spun
This memorable day for everyone
Nothing like sharing a holiday meal
How getting together with friends and family
Really makes your soul feel
Together with loved ones priceless
Be sure to seal
This special holiday deal
That will fulfill
Everyone's Christmas thrill
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, of doubt filled dreams,
my cries, my fears, my failures scream;
from where I come, to there I roam,
this room, now an empty, hollow tomb;
my soul possess, my heart so stressed,
beneath the surface, my tears regret;
what life I’ve passed, what time I’ve left,
to prove my best, my worth, my test;
these means at hand, these doubts to mend,
all time at once, an enemy and my friend;
grief, beyond this hapless fate forlorn again,
left to weep, to tremble, sigh, and bend;
I lift my voice, my essence pleads time’s mend.
Michael Darrell Walker
Sunday Sept. 01, 2013
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 one couldn't tell!
So be it right or be it wrong,
I sing tonight my saddest song,
of this world I don't belong,
Love so weak hate so strong!
The hour draws near to my final breath,
I look and smile at the face of death!
But if I die what will be?
another hell eternally upon me!!?
By Darrell Bechtler (C) 2016
I’m alone and scared lying in my bed
with a cold wet sweat running down my head
In heart pounding fear I will soon be fed
To a big hairy creature of my dread
A green ugly monster with long sharp claws
Yellow spotted teeth and powerful jaws
a long pointed tail and twelve massive paws
Who takes away children that break Mom’s laws
Then Mom comes in with a tuck and a kiss
Switches on the night lamp and fears dismiss
I peek 'neath the bed and find to my bliss
No monster lurks around, nothing's amiss
Now I can go to sleep, all fears allayed
Towards dreamland, I soar, no more dismayed
But I know this giant will not be swayed
And come back if I ever disobeyed.
(10 syllables)
27th March 2023
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 sun rising,
no time for giving in!
Red sun rising,rising, over me,
breaking the night burning so bright!
Showing where I want to be,
Night is for sleepers
letting life go by.
Day is for reapers,
children of the sky!!
No more senseless sorrows,on the highway ahead!
the promise of tomorrow's sun rising, rising red!!
chorus>
There's a better day destiny's at my door,
And it's going to stay with me forever more!
You know,it's so surprising sadness can be shed,
I see a red sun rising sun rising, rising red!
By Darrell Bechtler (c) 1999
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
then simply walk away
Don’t bring your garbage home
and dump it every day
Darrell
I sit here at my piano
hands don’t know where to start
It seems I can’t escape
the pains of this broken heart
I try so hard to remember
why everything went so wrong
I can’t seem to find the music
My soul can’t find a song. (Stop and hold)
I use to be so happy
as my fingers danced upon these keys
Then one day she came into my life
and snuffed out those memories (building anger)
Yeah she came along and broke my heart
And she threw it on the floor
The best day of my life
Was the day she walked out the door (play!)
My life is so much better now
I’m beginning to live again
I’m so much better without her
And this joy that lives within (Enjoy!)
my friends are coming around again
I’m so happy to be free
Cause I’m here to tell you my friends
The music still lives in me
So now if you’ll excuse me
I ask you to raise your glass
Let’s celebrate this time together
As I kick this piano’s ass. (Shred)
Darrell
Written for my friend Jeremiah.
May he find the joy once more.
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 passion and her lust…
But in the end there was nothing left but her angel dust...
10/9/12
Darrell Hoover