It is not where you have been,
or the color of your skin,
that determines your real worth.
God loved you before your birth!
So…be still, listen and know:
what life will to you, now show,
and wherever hence will trod,
He is with you…Go with God.
- by Darrell Simmerman © 2025
I awake and here I am,
naught but a mere mortal man.
Why came I this weak way,
restrained in fragile skin,
little but stiffened clay,
imprisoned as are all men?
Flesh will away, that soon day,
to the dust where it had been.
Then I will really be Me,
with mind and soul soaring free.
- Darrell Simmerman copyright 2024
To show His love,
Our God did send,
His one and only Son,
To save from sin,
We mortals hear, that,
"This is not the end."
Yes, We offend,
Our God above,
Yes, we were born in sin.
Please, God forgive,
We’ll make amends, since,
"This is not the end."
We travel through,
This life we wend,
With Son of Man as Friend.
We have no fear,
Since He is near, knowing,
“This is not the end.”
And we have learned,
Faith, Hope and Love,
Of all our fellow men,
Must be secured,
On these Life depends, for,
“This is not the end.”
This life on earth,
With such few years,
Know death it will attend.
Yet we have Faith,
And Hope is dear, that,
"This is not the end."
And when the veil,
On life descends,
And closes out our case,
We'll know for sure,
That Truth endured, and,
"It was not the end."
* * *
Darrell Simmerman © 2025
‘Oft overlooked is the noble foot.
But please let me in, my 2 cents, put.
For, granted, it is so often, took.
Homely and crooked, though it may look,
still gets you there, that most noble foot.
Darrell Simmerman © 2026
Streams of passion with their ebbs and flows as waters dancing to rivers twisting call, so my obsessions rise and in time they sleep growing and fading bringing change to my life.
Directions and pressures guide me through this world and though I attempt to control them it is they that often do me as I stand a creature refined..... yet… maybe not......
Driven by the needs and passions of nature, existing on this earth spinning without purpose gone in a flicker leaving no more than a vapor of thought.
What was thought important and tied to a universe of beliefs found pointless and inconsequential in the rush of the galaxies.
Thus I choose…… to let passion reign.
Darrell
"While dining at the table of an unimaginable feast
We are asked to consider which one thing we prefer the least
Incomprehensible to me such a query should be presented
For with unquestionable gratitude nothing should be resented
Yet with query though persisted over time we shout out “ the fly”
And in that instant life is seen through quite a different eye
To have so much through gracious gift only to have detracted
By that of such small consequence we all have over reacted
In parallel is life not found to be a feast most spectacular
Yet is not same small fly of our eye the greatest of detractor
To have so much yet to take time in search of what is wrong
Oh !!! What great folly we are guilty of. "
Darrell
I stand in quiet anticipation of the sleeping lion within me, questioning the moment He shall rise again
Though fang and claw have grown dull in slumber I am peacefully assured my spirit remains firm though lying in this state of silent remiss.
Having celebrated many a feast at victory’s table, I’ve no fear of awaking a new creature changed of spirit to weaker or less, for I am a lion. I live within the passions of a lion, possessing the heart of a lion the spirit of a lion, the thirst and hunger of a lion. .......though with this slumber I achieve nothing, assurance remains at the moment of my awakening all creatures of the jungle shall take note and quiver in fear.
Darrell
It matters not while in dark of night exclaimed in moment of passion or in fullness of day exposed on height of mountaintop , my promise is, was and forever shall be formed from within the depths of my heart and soul as I proclaim my undying love for you. I will always love you to the fullness of all I am.
No matter the hour. No matter the day. No matter the season. My love will follow you forever.
Darrell
Sometimes.....we don’t have the right words to say goodbye ….
And all we know to do…. is quietly walk away.
Darrell
"I smell A.I. as it coldly brushes against me, stiff and analytical in it's digital analysis of my heartbeat, falling short in quantifying that which is experienced within my soul,,,,, this while though presenting the perfect picture of representation, lack's the true seasonings and flavor of life."
Darrell
A.I. attempts to understand the human experience,,,,, breaking it down into digital bits.... "ones and zeros" as we engineers call it. The outward picture comes quite close to an accurate representation of the heartbeat of humanity yet lacks any flavor ,,, any smell,,, any true understanding of my heart and soul .....
I live! I taste! I smell the flavors of life and I pity the paltry machines and their operators who will never know my joys, my heartache, my laughter, my pain, my victory, my loss, my love or my sorrow...
For the gods themselves stand in envy of my mortality !
Reflecting on a past....
which I regret does not exist,
while gazing into a future,
I know shall never be....
I recognize the time has come,,,,
to surrender what could have been....
to the ever shifting sands,,,
of my eternity....
Darrell Rose
Riding a mule into town....
Or is it riding me?
There is a new prospective for you..
One you never see.
Darrell
We pass through this world pretending we belong
Failing to consider we won’t be here very long
Clinging to the illusion we’re in control
Yet at the end of our dilution wait’s a graveyard hole
They’ll dig it wide and six feet deep
The guy who dig’s it will lose no sleep
We’re just one more stiff who pay's his bills.
Fill's his car and buy’s his meals
Darrell
I find myself defined by the remaining shattered edge……
The part of me that no-one wants to see.
Gone are the days of living the quiet life……
Keeping these thoughts …. buried deep inside of me
Now I’m often waking …. on the dark side of my dreams…..
Where the reality of my fears take rigid form
Struggling between the shadows and disappointments of this life ….
Where the salty seeds of discontent are born
I lay awake through dark of night …. a crushing weight held heavy on my chest.
No hope in my day of finding refuge …. Nor hope in night of finding rest
Darrell
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Racy
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His Mind’s on the Moon
Spacey
Casey
Great Sprinter
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Carter
Crybaby
Bawlin’
Colin
Always in a Rush
Boltin’
Coltin
Puppies for Sale
Daniel’s
Spaniels
Don’t Cross Him
Callous
Dallas
Witch Doctor
Shaman
Damon
The Manny
Nanny
Danny
The Anti-Hero
Villain
Dylan
To Stop His Slouching
Straighten
Dayton
Wild Child
Feral
Darrell
He Can’t Keep Secrets
Don’t tell
Darnell
Pretty Boy
Bonny
Donny
The Vigorous One
Lusty
Dusty
Out of Practice
Rusty
Dusty
Irritable Grandpa
Crusty
Dusty
Mr. Stability
Steady
Eddy
Sunburned
Red one
Edwin
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Ready
Eddy
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