Best Darrell Poems


The Tale of Betty Vautour

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."
© Kim Mcadam  Create an image from this poem.

All For Love

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.

Little Cindy

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


Dear Sister

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

The Partnership

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!
© Chris Hagy  Create an image from this poem.

Darrell Dimebag Abbott

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


Premium Member We Shall Dance Through Eternity

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

Together With Loved Ones Priceless

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

Time's Mend

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

The Blue Soul

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

Monster Under My Bed - Collab With Darrell Rose

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

Red Sun Rising

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

Premium Member Stop Bringing Your Garbage Home

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

Premium Member I Live Through This Piano

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.

Angel Dust

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

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