"Chattahoochee Sunset" / a poem by Will Dockery

[Will Dockery]

Chattahoochee Sunset

A, G, B, A - C, Am, Em, A

On the side of the other side
on the other side of the ferry.
This is the story
of a long lost Mary.

She was gussied up and walking
down a hallway that burned long ago.
At least she's not out on Marathon
turning tricks with light and smoke.

Like the old man says
I hate to see that evening sun go down.
I know because she told me
that chick done went underground.
Going down.

Black hieroglyphic tree stands
Chattahoochee Sunset burning red
Red clover runes as she shakes her head.

On the other side of the mirror
what goes on in her mind.
Exceedingly happy
and sort of overly kind.

She's crossing through the courtyard now
her little high heels clcicking.
I'm hiding in the bushes
as the moonlight thickens.

If looks could kill
she'd have done it long ago I found.
Strange fruit hanging from black trees
Chattahoochee Sunset going down.
Going down.

Black hieroglyphic signs
Chattahoochee Sunset going to bed.
Red clover runes as she shakes her head.
Chattahoochee Sunset going down.
Going down.

-Will Dockery (original poem)
Brian Mallard & Jack Snipe (music adaptation)

[Will Dockery]

I have no trouble with it, I just like to read poetry that makes some sense,
unlike yours, Corey.

:)

[ME]

Corey’s poetry make more sense than the putrid spew you call your art. Yours is the same shit with different titles.

[Will Dockery]

Post by ME
putrid spew

That's just your upper lip you smell, "Me".

:)

[George J. Dance]

Post by Will Dockery

Post by ME
putrid spew

That's just your upper lip you smell, "Me".
:)

"as the old adage goes, whoever smelt it may have dealt it."
- Alexander Nazaryan, "Why Is the Alt-Right Obsessed with Pedophilia?", / Newsweek/, Nov. 7 2017.
http://www.newsweek.com/2017/11/24/pizzagate-far-right-conspiracies-trump-alex-jones-703609.html

[Will Dockery]

Post by George J. Dance

Post by Will Dockery

Post by ME
putrid spew

That's just your upper lip you smell, "Me".
:)

"as the old adage goes, whoever smelt it may have dealt it."
- Alexander Nazaryan, "Why Is the Alt-Right Obsessed with Pedophilia?", / Newsweek/, Nov. 7 2017.
http://www.newsweek.com/2017/11/24/pizzagate-far-right-conspiracies-trump-alex-jones-703609.html

Yes, basically, you get back what you put in.

[Will Dockery]

Post by ME
Corey’s poetry make more sense

To each his own...

:)

[h***@gmail.com]

My poetry doesn't make sense to you,
or you can't make sense of my poetry?

Doesn't it have a sense of rhyme, even
if the rhymes don't make sense to you?

Isn't there a sense rhythm you can follow,
a flow to the words that don't make sense?

[Will Dockery]

Post by h***@gmail.com
My poetry doesn't make sense to you

The sense it makes is never worth the effort.

[h***@gmail.com]

Of course, I have no idea how much effort you invest
relative to the sense you make of what you read, but
I agree that reading should be a pleasurable exercise,
and not hard labor. Read what satisfies you. The time
you spend reading is time you can never get back.

[Will Dockery]

Post by h***@gmail.com
I have no idea how much effort you invest

For your sing song rhymes about a farting Jesus and and so on?

Not much.

[Will Dockery]

Corey wrote in message news:0ca7d97d-f6d9-449e-b422-***@googlegroups.com...

Of course, I have no idea how much effort you invest
relative to the sense you make of what you read, but
I agree that reading should be a pleasurable exercise,
and not hard labor. Read what satisfies you. The time
you spend reading is time you can never get back.

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Well put, Corey.

:)

[Brainiac Five]

Post by h***@gmail.com
Of course, I have no idea how much effort you invest
relative to the sense you make of what you read, but
I agree that reading should be a pleasurable exercise,
and not hard labor. Read what satisfies you. The time
you spend reading is time you can never get back.
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Well put, Corey.
:)

Indeed....................

[Will-Dockery]

Post by Will Dockery
Chattahoochee Sunset
A, G, B, A - C, Am, Em, A
On the side of the other side
on the other side of the ferry.
This is the story
of a long lost Mary.
She was gussied up and walking
down a hallway that burned long ago.
At least she's not out on Marathon
turning tricks with light and smoke.
Like the old man says
I hate to see that evening sun go down.
I know because she told me
that chick done went underground.
Going down.
Black hieroglyphic tree stands
Chattahoochee Sunset burning red
Red clover runes as she shakes her head.
On the other side of the mirror
what goes on in her mind.
Exceedingly happy
and sort of overly kind.
She's crossing through the courtyard now
her little high heels clcicking.
I'm hiding in the bushes
as the moonlight thickens.
If looks could kill
she'd have done it long ago I found.
Strange fruit hanging from black trees
Chattahoochee Sunset going down.
Going down.
Black hieroglyphic signs
Chattahoochee Sunset going to bed.
Red clover runes as she shakes her head.
Chattahoochee Sunset going down.
Going down.
-Will Dockery (original poem)
Brian Mallard & Jack Snipe (music adaptation)
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Check out "Chattahoochee Sunset" / Dockery, Mallard

Snipe

Post by Will Dockery
http://www.reverbnation.com/open_graph/song/1145991

From the archives, one of my better efforts, in my opinion


This is a response to the post seen at
http://www.jlaforums.com/viewtopic.php?p=659336763#65933676

[Rex Hester Jr.]

Post by h***@gmail.com
Of course, I have no idea how much effort you invest
relative to the sense you make of what you read, but
I agree that reading should be a pleasurable exercise,
and not hard labor. Read what satisfies you. The time
you spend reading is time you can never get back.
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Well put, Corey.
:)

Indeed.........

[Will Dockery]

Post by h***@gmail.com
My poetry doesn't make sense to you,

Most of the time your silly gibberish simply isn't /worth/ trying to make
some sense of.

[Will Dockery]

Corey wrote in message news:60c9ea8e-ab91-4e79-830d-***@googlegroups.com...

My poetry doesn't make sense to you,
or you can't make sense of my poetry?

Doesn't it have a sense of rhyme, even
if the rhymes don't make sense to you?

Isn't there a sense rhythm you can follow,
a flow to the words that don't make sense?

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So, who writes the poetry now if not Corey?