A. D. Varrone
Biography of A. D. Varrone
Poet, songwriter, soldier, court officer, father, blogger. Single father to three beautiful daughters.
A. D. Varrone Poems
Dae-Mentine (Crying Eye)
The crystal clock is winding down to when you heard the rain begin to fall In candle-lit reflection seems the countenance once cherished over all
Lost in a portrait I saw as a boy, of posing flamingos and tropical sun. Suzanne is calling from out of her window, a sweet invitation for oranges and rum.
Old Vegas Money
They put their colored chips on the table. She deals au-to-mat-ic-ally. He’s living it up in old Rancho Circle, right where old Vegas money should be.
See the moon-shell sail on the horizon? Shout the ship ahoy for all to gather on the beach For shore, sailors straining at the oars The sense of harbor pleasures within reach
Or The Terrorists Win
Remember September eleventh? Remember the fear in the air? Remember it well because sure as hell, we’ve got plenty to fear everywhere
The Lonely Silver Rain
Watching waves wash up the beach and washing out again The water shining scarlet as another day begins Gazing past the droplets falling on my window pane On the tan and sandy silence of the lonely silver rain
Yucca Mountain (A Cautionary Fantasy)
Say, can you see them? Oh, say can you see? Bio-suited rescue with the fabled remedy Congress’s creation for such contingencies Since the mountain, Yucca Mountain,
See the moon-shell sail on the horizon?
Shout the ship ahoy for all to gather on the beach
For shore, sailors straining at the oars
The sense of harbor pleasures within reach
Pull their boats to safety
Greet each tired traveler with song and flowered garlands
Across a world of water
from a place we know by legend as the Farland