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Who I am... Who am I? You may know me !? But you have no idea, Who I am?!  See me? -I'm there- Inside you now! -Look- See me again? Right here, it's me! Who am I? Who I am? Whoops... Ha! Ha!  Well... Who... Was... He?  Wow... | Copyright © | William Darnell Sr .|  | Year Posted 2018, 2020 | | The moral right of the author has been asserted |                          Source - PoetrySoup 

Often My Dreams Dreaming, her dreams. Her dreaming, her dreams. Oh,  but I wish she had, dreamt of us. My dreams are dreams to us. I dream of longing for, a lifetime, loving her. | Copyright © | William Darnell Sr. | | Year Posted 2018, 2020 |                                                              Source - PoetrySoup  

Snow, a magical time of year!  Spirits are up, people are out walking, caroling, throwing snowballs.  Downtown there's a man that has sleigh rides for five dollars. A beautiful time of year, the snow.  Snow Frozen moisture. Gravity pulling. Gliding gently. To the ground. | Copyright © | William Darnell Sr. | |Year Posted 2017, 2020 |                              Source - PoetrySoup

North America, USA  Freedom, because of our understanding of the lack of democracy from other countries, fighting to maintain peace and to be a civil nation, for hopes in humanity that we are all here for one cause, and one cause only. To evolve into something better than we were before. To search out and explore new ways to our ever-changing futures.  The greatest nation to ever be in all of history of mankind, no  matter how you look at it. To have the best interest in mind when other countries need our lending hands, to keep the peace or find a diplomatic solution to resolve a democracy breakdown.  America the Beautiful, America the free, America the brave at heart. For the care that we have in how we maintain a country with civilities.  Yes, America, I am proud of her, she is our roots, she is our Home, America. God Bless... | Copyright © | William Darnell Sr . |  | Year Posted 2017, 2020 |           ...

Ms. Jersey was my nephews' dog, I was on vacation up there. Jersey and I would get up go out at 5a and drink coffee in one of the lounge chairs, then maybe about 7:30 a.m., after everyone would leave, school, work, I'd take her for a morning walk to the park, just down the street. Shortly after, probably a week, Ms. Jersey passed away. Poor girl, rest in peace furbaby. Enchanted Forest Enchanted forestry telling a beautiful story to me,  as I was walking Ms. Jersey through there!  My, a grand gesture they were telling.  Their leaves slightly flowing in harmony with the winds.  Each one giggling,   as I stepped further in.  Mother Nature gave a kiss of sweet cooing,  of the morning doves!  The trees saying hey,  don't forget me as I walked past,  touching each as I walked along.  I stopped to look back at them all,  they each waving by leaf!  Nature has her own mind and it's...

Little Things, Don't Over Look In a little corner of the world, that's where I am! Enjoying the little simple things in life, we come to love and understand. See, it's not by chance, for all that we see. For every single purpose in this life, it is really meant in times, reality. For the people that, we meet each day? Holds a place in our hearts, in some special way! So hold tight on to, the little things that are to be. Because somewhere, in this life, we live.   Are the little things that are, just meant to be...  Have a magical day everyone! | Copyright © | William Darnell Sr . | | Year Posted 2017, 2020 |                              Source - PoetrySoup

A National Tribute To Chris Cornell;   Such a treasure! He'll always live in our hearts, and nothing can take that away from any of us! The beauty of death can sometimes make treasurable moments that we all band together as moments that break worlds such in his memorable footprints that he left behind for us to live on, not forgetting his time here, but seeing the beauty that he left to just stop, look around and see them like this! Rock on, in those Sky's of blue, you will never be forgotten in our lives and hearts and souls. You are an inspiration to many and talented singers, writer and music encouragement to millions. Thank you for being the artist you are, I'm grateful. You're loved and still loved, and your love will remain here in this life for all eternity as it is marked now.  Inspiring artists you are,  R.I.P Chris Cornell and play your music and sing your songs to Angel's up there,  including God!  God Bless you, brother... ...