http://slow.writerscafe.org/courtneydarnell The original writings of author lee von cleef en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775984123 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 New York Girls..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/courtneydarnell/1418891/ Write a comment... Sad way to starve, a mind , a body,The love of life, Melts, But the chairs roll, and slippers smooth the halls empty memories.Because who wants to look in a mirror and Die , honest  ? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/courtneydarnell/1403379/ First draft of a idea, Poppy Silver wrote on so well,"There Are Those Who Pray For You" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/courtneydarnell/1391487/ Parables ,Parabola, Phonics provide mental for play. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/courtneydarnell/1385073/ Diego and I argue over the moon.and a Mexican word. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/courtneydarnell/1381510/ memory of a reality,I added to, to make fiction, so I could live. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/courtneydarnell/1370558/ A time of no time,a reset button,now which way did you come in ?I would like to help you out.Tattoo        Vasectomy both should have equal thought.Lamp shade - time for the frontal lobes to grow.Heave ho matey, and we will all get there together. Pull the sails in we are in for .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/courtneydarnell/1370001/ I am = Jesus,this piece has me sitting in the rain,in truck ,a older version of the one my daughter was killed in,waiting by the main road(we live in the country)for my daughter,(younger) to get back http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/courtneydarnell/1364501/ A leader, stands to speak, to fight,the thoughts propel,He feels them strong within himself,Strong behind him,On the horde comes ,their trampling ,opens his eyes,to look behind    all are gone,to look above,There on the perch,halo at her feet,wings a robe around her breastsswoll.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/courtneydarnell/1358814/ Death has scarred me.His death for me.Can the emotion save me ?I amAlive.Alive  has scarred me.He lives for me.Can the emotion save me ?I amWounded.I walk ,sing my own song.Knowing, to know, their path, I hurt.The loss Alive in their lives.We feel your pain.I am. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/courtneydarnell/1357978/ I'm a blue collar workerin a red stateI got the stars and the bars on my tail gateI work a night shift from sunset to the crack of dawnScattered smothered covered capped alone in the waffle crowdThey wonder what I 'm on..Surviving in the Devils world with all the Value goneI'm a blue collar workerin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/courtneydarnell/1350328/ 4-20, the cupped ember glows,passes and glows again,Simple hand to hand,There is no weight until the words settle in the balance ofInside,The mind,Then at night while I sleep a troll, a cell,Something moves the rift,Twang rah rah wangI learned today, from one part of my brain to ano.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/courtneydarnell/1348247/ soft skin padded feetDeath soft skin padded feetdeathsoft skin padded feetthey come to take you awaySleepthey come to take you awaysleepthey come to take you awayBut sleep won't come .Death never rings quiet.She is a bright light... awakeHe is a bloody trap door ...awakeThe word is heavy...go away!y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/courtneydarnell/1340626/ hand i hand , for is all i have,mine to give ,urs ta have,the roll in the wallet ? gone.the silver of ur moms ? too,hand i hand,urs mine, a gold band tat's left,yes,tawasn't mine to give,but urs ta take,if ya want it,back.Pawn it , but leave me luv. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/courtneydarnell/1329410/ Eggs http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/courtneydarnell/1328999/ "Warning Sign Blind" †Tracey†, gift of light, Thank you for all. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/courtneydarnell/1327498/ Time crunch crush http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/courtneydarnell/1326811/ Frieda inspuration (inspiration) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/courtneydarnell/1317849/ Thank you Freida. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/courtneydarnell/1306636/ A incomplete collection of words from 2012-2013.Compiling emotion, is climbing in a diverse wilderness that gives little notice to its extensive hazards. By Cliff Darnell http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/courtneydarnell/1285553/ Thank you,Veterans Day,I always feel today,Waste and loss,Peace and gone,Cool breath encircling the clouds ...The mountains prayer flags litter the Sky. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/courtneydarnell/1265362/ My Father said it best to me, in two thoughts, "Pard there is a lot of Loss in War" and "Complacency can get you Killed" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/courtneydarnell/1265345/ She had cheeks and Lips ThickWith pout, plump,The kind eye to hold yours.Comforting unassuming,She says all right there.Me assuming,grasp and grab,When I should be shy and coy,The look of my reality.Write... I'll just write. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/courtneydarnell/1253289/ “A man's life is always dealing with permanence, that is the most dangerous kind of irresponsibility is to think of your doings as temporary.” ― Wendell Berry -- http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/courtneydarnell/1249710/ Thank you Pete Langley,for setting me right. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/courtneydarnell/1247814/ The Measure of a Whales life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/courtneydarnell/1247808/ Across the tide water marsh,The sky layers a pattern in your head.A gift of the west, Unconditional.You are too, I saw you save the turtle .Then you stepped over the dunes and held the moment ,The squall line clear.The Cowboy he is like that, unconditional.He'll save a turtle , climb his horse up ,u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/courtneydarnell/1245194/ Route 66, Flagstaff ArizonaIndians die, Cops load em,Livestock,Alive, three abreast,Free in the Back seat of the cruiser cage,Take the long way to the station,Full of hard cuts, stops, swerves, zigs, and zags,Railroad Tracks.There on the roof,Club 66,Turquoise,Lead based paint.E.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/courtneydarnell/1239980/          As a family   we learned to talkBefore we even learned to walk.My aunts and uncles spoke in rhyme,Grandpa penned poems all the time,Plays and drams my mother wrote,     But my father and I   No matter how we chose&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/courtneydarnell/1239972/ I think that I shall never see,A bug so lovely as a flea.A flea whose little mouth can peckYou, from your ankle to your neck.A flea who leaves a bump so hardThat no amount of salt and lardWill bring to norm your tattooed legs,Till of your blood hes had the dregs.Alas,we can't tell the he from she..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/courtneydarnell/1239969/ "Where Do Poets Go" A Poem by Frieda P ~For all the tortured poets on the WC and beyond... A Wc inspired me !(again) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/courtneydarnell/1239363/ "Young Goat Skins" Deception + Deception + Deception http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/courtneydarnell/1238493/ "Dust is where all the demon activity comes from." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/courtneydarnell/1235153/ Not our Freida “I drank to drown my sorrows, but the damned things learned how to swim.” ― Frida Kahlo http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/courtneydarnell/1219048/ Stepped into the woods....Waited...I could feel the weight of the thing....A wave static prickly skin side up cool shiver ....Then a warm hollow filled the canyon....and bright shut my eyes tight......Crack !Booming from rim to rim....Silence again but for one lowly cri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/courtneydarnell/1216853/ sat watching, the air grow thick sat listing to time go clickand the traveler let goHer eyes satisfied She said "Yes" and let goAir whispered from herThe comforter settledA saxophone stole my thoughts and she must of brushed a magnoliaFor the scent and sound Haunt .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/courtneydarnell/1216435/ Picking up the wood a sliver at a time,A splinter at a time,Picking up Train switches cords and rattles my ears With a faster rhythm bass,Booming the boxed up girls perched as if in line,Four to a car,The barriers holding us back,But no trains here,Just wire and planes and dreams .But f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/courtneydarnell/1215948/ 58 years, the Chosen http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/courtneydarnell/1209615/ Hello JackHello FreidaHello  a echo down the canyon,I can see the sun shine creeping down the red rock side,Wonder if you can see it too ?I know you can see the moon.( No Freida I wrote "See" not shoot)Jack keep her straight, Tell her .....The sound is just calf's crying, lost looking for a mom.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/courtneydarnell/1208608/ Sat in a line of traffic downtown bound, Small town,One way through, no real way around,Like the sound of Torreon, Torreon pinion, short stubby ceders,Spaces of sand pinion ceder sand ceder space pinion,A line,A line, and I learned tomorrow my anxiety was right, Semi killed one rider, two.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/courtneydarnell/1195925/ I dropped my sword,Tip to the ground,Weary I let the steel carry my weight as I knelt,The rain washed rivulets of dried blood from her gloved hand,Life still there,I felt more then saw,And the cobble- stones just pooled th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/courtneydarnell/1195874/ No promise,No promise,No, Promise...But a heart looks for light.Even if the mind won't let the rays in.Even when the TVA takes it all away.So others can have light,The heart of our home now deep,From the bottom cold green bubbles beneath the dam,Boil out and through the turbines,The rol.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/courtneydarnell/1193836/ First draft after I read, Mr, Scott's "War", Me outside the laundry in Brevard one June. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/courtneydarnell/1189596/ 1985 - 2011 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/courtneydarnell/1186682/ One long breath snakes out of my lungs .Suffocation.The leaves tight around the little goats nose,His eyes droop sleep....reality food.Old hero horse,  failing...the memory of the kids peaceful sleep..Wrap death black plastic tight.Not peaceful ...Thrash,Determined,Now stiff over.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/courtneydarnell/1179938/ The eighteen wheels of horse vanDrove through the Stable gate,Shining, Red and yellow stripe ,Bold block letters Hull N Smith, Two stalls bedded deep in long stemmed "Amish" wheat,Walls clean with the air of disinfectant wash, I could see.His house there on the pinion, juniper, Abiqu s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/courtneydarnell/1179936/ Two stepping sober, not new to meLove to dance and tease,Watch the crowd as she spins skirtShowing knickers grins and snickersHot working oil stains deep in the ten dollarBills I have little to payBut night flirts and whiskey big time rompsBuckle close to her damp pleats fanningBoots worn for need n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/courtneydarnell/1166636/ For what can a man give in return for his life? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/courtneydarnell/1166493/ One day heat index say... 109,I was purple hot ,Rope in hand,My wife's Big Billy goat had taken a pair of the neighbors "does" down to the " Millcreek Baptist Church",I guess he was Mormon and wanted a couple more wives,But there "Billy" met up with his reflection in the church's thi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/courtneydarnell/1162803/ The heart of a Ceder post will last,its skin will free the fence, before the nails rust. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/courtneydarnell/1161084/