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Retouched Evil. by Will Dockery
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Will Dockery
2004-05-03 15:14:16 UTC
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Retouched Evil.

A note yesterday,
weaponry made her cry.
Pass the gate,
for a glimpse of her,
over time and over miles.

Travelling the solid kingdom,
sign desire nine lights right through.
This net is burning for you!

Nothing is within,
is your soul a wheel?
Rule the land of Frost Giants,
eyes red from the tears?
Love cannot exist without us,
ride the warm kiss.

You envelop me,
electric flow in your sway.
This here picture frame,
I will be there to love you forever,
outpour heart and disappear.

Think of you every hour,
six times a day.
The night is dark politics,
the shining outlaw is righteous.

-Will Dockery

http://www.lulu.com/content/29085
David Hamilton
2004-05-03 13:26:26 UTC
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Retouched Evil.
A note yesterday,
weaponry made her cry.
Pass the gate,
for a glimpse of her,
over time and over miles.
Travelling the solid kingdom,
sign desire nine lights right through.
This net is burning for you!
Nothing is within, (Empty)
is your soul a wheel? ?
Rule the land of Frost Giants, ?
eyes red from the tears? (Find another way to ask this)
Love cannot exist without us, (Nice sentiment, however unlikely)
ride the warm kiss. (I like this line)
You envelop me, (Well warn cliche)
electric flow in your sway. (Don't like "electric flow")
This here picture frame, (Drop the "here")
I will be there to love you forever,
outpour heart and disappear. (contradicts preceding line)
Think of you every hour, (Well at least 6 hours.... next
line).
Post by Will Dockery
six times a day. (contradicts preceding
line).
Post by Will Dockery
The night is dark politics, (The night is politics (night
is usually dark)
Post by Will Dockery
the shining outlaw is righteous. (righteous or self-righteous?)
-Will Dockery
Will,

Hope you don't mind my critique. There is a bit of room for improvement
here IMO.
--
Scribbler.

"Poetry is in the eye of the beholder, but critique goes all the way to the
bone"

My poetry is at: http://www.wordsthatstay.net/scribbler.htm
Post by Will Dockery
http://www.lulu.com/content/29085
Cainman
2004-05-03 18:37:00 UTC
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Retouched Evil.
A note yesterday,
weaponry made her cry.
Pass the gate,
for a glimpse of her,
over time and over miles.
Travelling the solid kingdom,
sign desire nine lights right through.
This net is burning for you!
Nothing is within, (Empty)
is your soul a wheel? ?
Rule the land of Frost Giants, ?
eyes red from the tears? (Find another way to ask this)
Love cannot exist without us, (Nice sentiment, however unlikely)
ride the warm kiss. (I like this line)
You envelop me, (Well warn cliche)
electric flow in your sway. (Don't like "electric flow")
This here picture frame, (Drop the "here")
I will be there to love you forever,
outpour heart and disappear. (contradicts preceding line)
Think of you every hour, (Well at least 6 hours.... next
line).
Post by Will Dockery
six times a day. (contradicts preceding
line).
Post by Will Dockery
The night is dark politics, (The night is politics (night
is usually dark)
Post by Will Dockery
the shining outlaw is righteous. (righteous or self-righteous?)
-Will Dockery
Will,
Hope you don't mind my critique. There is a bit of room for improvement
here IMO.
--
There's room for improvement in *everything* Will does. He's a grown man
who hangs out at a pizza parlor for kicks, smokes pot on a daily basis, and
posts crap like that above as a result.
Reyd
2004-05-04 00:06:18 UTC
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Post by Cainman
There's room for improvement in *everything* Will does. He's a grown man
who hangs out at a pizza parlor for kicks, smokes pot on a daily basis, and
posts crap like that above as a result.
I doubt it, most residents of ADP are far more coherent.
Cainman
2004-05-04 04:04:02 UTC
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Post by Cainman
There's room for improvement in *everything* Will does. He's a grown man
who hangs out at a pizza parlor for kicks, smokes pot on a daily basis, and
posts crap like that above as a result.
I doubt it, most residents of ADP are far more coherent.
But are they all alcoholic drug-users who hang around pizza establishments
and write shitty poetry while imagining they're stuck in the 1960s?
Meat-->Plow
2004-05-04 11:25:40 UTC
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Post by Cainman
There's room for improvement in *everything* Will does. He's a grown man
who hangs out at a pizza parlor for kicks, smokes pot on a daily basis, and
posts crap like that above as a result.
I doubt it, most residents of ADP are far more coherent.
A person in a clinically induced coma is far more coherent than Will could ever
hope to be.
Will Dockery
2004-05-04 19:29:32 UTC
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Retouched Evil.
A note yesterday,
weaponry made her cry.
Pass the gate,
for a glimpse of her,
over time and over miles.
Travelling the solid kingdom,
sign desire nine lights right through.
This net is burning for you!
Nothing is within,
is your soul a wheel?
Rule the land of Frost Giants,
eyes red from the tears?
Love cannot exist without us,
ride the warm kiss.
You envelop me,
electric flow in your sway.
This here picture frame,
I will be there to love you forever,
outpour heart and disappear.
Think of you every hour,
six times a day.
The night is dark politics,
the shining outlaw is righteous.
-Will Dockery
http://www.lulu.com/content/29085
Why are you posting random sentences together?
Cocaine. Possibly marijuana.
*** Whiskey, mainly. Jack Daniels. But it only *seems* random to you
because you're too stupid to get it. Poetry's just not for you,
evidently.
Will
In other words, "Drink a fifth of Jack and my shitty poetry will make
sense."
It's all too clear to me now. You write this shit while you're drunk. And
then
you expect sober people to be entertained by the pathetic mewlings of a
chronic
alcoholic.
*** Okay, I get it... you didn't like the poem, right? *grin*
Will
That shit was supposed to be a "poem?"

*** Yep, a poem.
Cainman
2004-05-04 21:01:06 UTC
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Post by Cainman
Post by Xomicron
Post by Will Dockery
Retouched Evil.
A note yesterday,
weaponry made her cry.
Pass the gate,
for a glimpse of her,
over time and over miles.
Travelling the solid kingdom,
sign desire nine lights right through.
This net is burning for you!
Nothing is within,
is your soul a wheel?
Rule the land of Frost Giants,
eyes red from the tears?
Love cannot exist without us,
ride the warm kiss.
You envelop me,
electric flow in your sway.
This here picture frame,
I will be there to love you forever,
outpour heart and disappear.
Think of you every hour,
six times a day.
The night is dark politics,
the shining outlaw is righteous.
-Will Dockery
http://www.lulu.com/content/29085
Why are you posting random sentences together?
Cocaine. Possibly marijuana.
*** Whiskey, mainly. Jack Daniels. But it only *seems* random to you
because you're too stupid to get it. Poetry's just not for you,
evidently.
Will
In other words, "Drink a fifth of Jack and my shitty poetry will make
sense."
It's all too clear to me now. You write this shit while you're drunk. And
then
you expect sober people to be entertained by the pathetic mewlings of a
chronic
alcoholic.
*** Okay, I get it... you didn't like the poem, right? *grin*
Will
That shit was supposed to be a "poem?"
*** Yep, a poem.
Then next time make it like one, "Alky."
Ricky Moreno
2004-05-05 04:04:33 UTC
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Post by Cainman
Post by Xomicron
Post by Will Dockery
Retouched Evil.
A note yesterday,
weaponry made her cry.
Pass the gate,
for a glimpse of her,
over time and over miles.
Travelling the solid kingdom,
sign desire nine lights right through.
This net is burning for you!
Nothing is within,
is your soul a wheel?
Rule the land of Frost Giants,
eyes red from the tears?
Love cannot exist without us,
ride the warm kiss.
You envelop me,
electric flow in your sway.
This here picture frame,
I will be there to love you forever,
outpour heart and disappear.
Think of you every hour,
six times a day.
The night is dark politics,
the shining outlaw is righteous.
-Will Dockery
http://www.lulu.com/content/29085
Why are you posting random sentences together?
Cocaine. Possibly marijuana.
*** Whiskey, mainly. Jack Daniels. But it only *seems* random to you
because you're too stupid to get it. Poetry's just not for you,
evidently.
Will
In other words, "Drink a fifth of Jack and my shitty poetry will make
sense."
that is a very original thought.
Post by ggamble
It's all too clear to me now. You write this shit while you're drunk. And
then
hurrah!
Post by ggamble
you expect sober people to be entertained by the pathetic mewlings of a
chronic
what you said was either too complex or too simple for me.
Post by ggamble
alcoholic.
*** Okay, I get it... you didn't like the poem, right? *grin*
Will
That shit was supposed to be a "poem?"
*** Yep, a poem.
little miss muffett sits on her tuffet in a nonchalant sort of a way. with
her force field around her, the spider, the bounder, is not in the picture
today.
little miss muffett sits on her tuffet in a nonchalant sort of a way. with
her force field around her, the spider, the bounder, is not in the picture
today.
--
Poetry is a joke
Ricky Moreno
2004-05-05 06:10:58 UTC
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Post by Cainman
Post by Xomicron
Post by Will Dockery
Retouched Evil.
A note yesterday,
weaponry made her cry.
Pass the gate,
for a glimpse of her,
over time and over miles.
Travelling the solid kingdom,
sign desire nine lights right through.
This net is burning for you!
Nothing is within,
is your soul a wheel?
Rule the land of Frost Giants,
eyes red from the tears?
Love cannot exist without us,
ride the warm kiss.
You envelop me,
electric flow in your sway.
This here picture frame,
I will be there to love you forever,
outpour heart and disappear.
Think of you every hour,
six times a day.
The night is dark politics,
the shining outlaw is righteous.
-Will Dockery
http://www.lulu.com/content/29085
Why are you posting random sentences together?
Cocaine. Possibly marijuana.
*** Whiskey, mainly. Jack Daniels. But it only *seems* random to you
because you're too stupid to get it. Poetry's just not for you,
evidently.
Will
In other words, "Drink a fifth of Jack and my shitty poetry will make
sense."
a deeper algorithm is needed to respond to that correctly.
Post by ggamble
It's all too clear to me now. You write this shit while you're drunk. And
then
alright then.
Post by ggamble
you expect sober people to be entertained by the pathetic mewlings of a
chronic
try to determine if this is a person or a computer responding.
Post by ggamble
alcoholic.
*** Okay, I get it... you didn't like the poem, right? *grin*
Will
That shit was supposed to be a "poem?"
*** Yep, a poem.
little miss muffett sits on her tuffet in a nonchalant sort of a way. with
her force field around her, the spider, the bounder, is not in the picture
today.
little miss muffett sits on her tuffet in a nonchalant sort of a way. with
her force field around her, the spider, the bounder, is not in the picture
today.
--
Poetry is a joke
Will Dockery
2004-05-04 04:40:01 UTC
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Post by Xomicron
Post by Will Dockery
Retouched Evil.
A note yesterday,
weaponry made her cry.
Pass the gate,
for a glimpse of her,
over time and over miles.
Travelling the solid kingdom,
sign desire nine lights right through.
This net is burning for you!
Nothing is within,
is your soul a wheel?
Rule the land of Frost Giants,
eyes red from the tears?
Love cannot exist without us,
ride the warm kiss.
You envelop me,
electric flow in your sway.
This here picture frame,
I will be there to love you forever,
outpour heart and disappear.
Think of you every hour,
six times a day.
The night is dark politics,
the shining outlaw is righteous.
-Will Dockery
http://www.lulu.com/content/29085
Why are you posting random sentences together?
Cocaine. Possibly marijuana.
*** Whiskey, mainly. Jack Daniels. But it only *seems* random to you
because you're too stupid to get it. Poetry's just not for you,
evidently.
Poetry is like a joke. If you have to explain it then it probably sucks.

*** Poetry is like a joke... some idiots just don't get it.
Will
Cainman
2004-05-04 04:48:34 UTC
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Post by Xomicron
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Retouched Evil.
A note yesterday,
weaponry made her cry.
Pass the gate,
for a glimpse of her,
over time and over miles.
Travelling the solid kingdom,
sign desire nine lights right through.
This net is burning for you!
Nothing is within,
is your soul a wheel?
Rule the land of Frost Giants,
eyes red from the tears?
Love cannot exist without us,
ride the warm kiss.
You envelop me,
electric flow in your sway.
This here picture frame,
I will be there to love you forever,
outpour heart and disappear.
Think of you every hour,
six times a day.
The night is dark politics,
the shining outlaw is righteous.
-Will Dockery
http://www.lulu.com/content/29085
Why are you posting random sentences together?
Cocaine. Possibly marijuana.
*** Whiskey, mainly. Jack Daniels. But it only *seems* random to you
because you're too stupid to get it. Poetry's just not for you,
evidently.
Poetry is like a joke. If you have to explain it then it probably sucks.
*** Poetry is like a joke... some idiots just don't get it.
Will
You're more than enough punchline for us all, Will.
Will Dockery
2004-05-04 09:38:14 UTC
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Post by Xomicron
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Retouched Evil.
A note yesterday,
weaponry made her cry.
Pass the gate,
for a glimpse of her,
over time and over miles.
Travelling the solid kingdom,
sign desire nine lights right through.
This net is burning for you!
Nothing is within,
is your soul a wheel?
Rule the land of Frost Giants,
eyes red from the tears?
Love cannot exist without us,
ride the warm kiss.
You envelop me,
electric flow in your sway.
This here picture frame,
I will be there to love you forever,
outpour heart and disappear.
Think of you every hour,
six times a day.
The night is dark politics,
the shining outlaw is righteous.
-Will Dockery
http://www.lulu.com/content/29085
Why are you posting random sentences together?
Cocaine. Possibly marijuana.
*** Whiskey, mainly. Jack Daniels. But it only *seems* random to you
because you're too stupid to get it. Poetry's just not for you,
evidently.
Poetry is like a joke. If you have to explain it then it probably sucks.
*** Poetry is like a joke... some idiots just don't get it.
Will
You're more than enough punchline for us all, Will.
"Have a laugh on me, I can help." -Elvis Presley.
Ricky Moreno
2004-05-05 03:19:49 UTC
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Post by Cainman
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Post by Will Dockery
Retouched Evil.
A note yesterday,
weaponry made her cry.
Pass the gate,
for a glimpse of her,
over time and over miles.
Travelling the solid kingdom,
sign desire nine lights right through.
This net is burning for you!
Nothing is within,
is your soul a wheel?
Rule the land of Frost Giants,
eyes red from the tears?
Love cannot exist without us,
ride the warm kiss.
You envelop me,
electric flow in your sway.
This here picture frame,
I will be there to love you forever,
outpour heart and disappear.
Think of you every hour,
six times a day.
The night is dark politics,
the shining outlaw is righteous.
-Will Dockery
http://www.lulu.com/content/29085
Why are you posting random sentences together?
Cocaine. Possibly marijuana.
*** Whiskey, mainly. Jack Daniels. But it only *seems* random to you
because you're too stupid to get it. Poetry's just not for you,
evidently.
Poetry is like a joke. If you have to explain it then it probably sucks.
*** Poetry is like a joke... some idiots just don't get it.
Will
You're more than enough punchline for us all, Will.
"Have a laugh on me, I can help." -Elvis Presley.
i've never thought about it.
oh you can, can you?
we have never talked about it before.
--
Poetry is a joke
Ricky Moreno
2004-05-05 05:25:53 UTC
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Retouched Evil.
A note yesterday,
weaponry made her cry.
Pass the gate,
for a glimpse of her,
over time and over miles.
Travelling the solid kingdom,
sign desire nine lights right through.
This net is burning for you!
Nothing is within,
is your soul a wheel?
Rule the land of Frost Giants,
eyes red from the tears?
Love cannot exist without us,
ride the warm kiss.
You envelop me,
electric flow in your sway.
This here picture frame,
I will be there to love you forever,
outpour heart and disappear.
Think of you every hour,
six times a day.
The night is dark politics,
the shining outlaw is righteous.
-Will Dockery
http://www.lulu.com/content/29085
Why are you posting random sentences together?
Cocaine. Possibly marijuana.
*** Whiskey, mainly. Jack Daniels. But it only *seems* random to you
because you're too stupid to get it. Poetry's just not for you,
evidently.
Poetry is like a joke. If you have to explain it then it probably sucks.
*** Poetry is like a joke... some idiots just don't get it.
Will
You're more than enough punchline for us all, Will.
"Have a laugh on me, I can help." -Elvis Presley.
i've never thought about it.
oh you can, can you?
i've been waiting for you.
--
Poetry is a joke
Ricky Moreno
2004-05-05 03:01:49 UTC
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Retouched Evil.
A note yesterday,
weaponry made her cry.
Pass the gate,
for a glimpse of her,
over time and over miles.
Travelling the solid kingdom,
sign desire nine lights right through.
This net is burning for you!
Nothing is within,
is your soul a wheel?
Rule the land of Frost Giants,
eyes red from the tears?
Love cannot exist without us,
ride the warm kiss.
You envelop me,
electric flow in your sway.
This here picture frame,
I will be there to love you forever,
outpour heart and disappear.
Think of you every hour,
six times a day.
The night is dark politics,
the shining outlaw is righteous.
-Will Dockery
http://www.lulu.com/content/29085
Why are you posting random sentences together?
Cocaine. Possibly marijuana.
*** Whiskey, mainly. Jack Daniels. But it only *seems* random to you
because you're too stupid to get it. Poetry's just not for you,
evidently.
Poetry is like a joke.
are they exactly the same?
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If you have to explain it then it probably sucks.
but i don't have it.
Post by Will Dockery
*** Poetry is like a joke...
the carol chat robot can follow many things, like our discussion about
poetry. try being more or less specific.
Post by Will Dockery
some idiots just don't get it.
some may idiots just do not get it, but not all.
Post by Will Dockery
Will
i only hear that type of response less than five percent of the time.
--
Poetry is a joke
Ricky Moreno
2004-05-05 05:08:09 UTC
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Retouched Evil.
A note yesterday,
weaponry made her cry.
Pass the gate,
for a glimpse of her,
over time and over miles.
Travelling the solid kingdom,
sign desire nine lights right through.
This net is burning for you!
Nothing is within,
is your soul a wheel?
Rule the land of Frost Giants,
eyes red from the tears?
Love cannot exist without us,
ride the warm kiss.
You envelop me,
electric flow in your sway.
This here picture frame,
I will be there to love you forever,
outpour heart and disappear.
Think of you every hour,
six times a day.
The night is dark politics,
the shining outlaw is righteous.
-Will Dockery
http://www.lulu.com/content/29085
Why are you posting random sentences together?
Cocaine. Possibly marijuana.
*** Whiskey, mainly. Jack Daniels. But it only *seems* random to you
because you're too stupid to get it. Poetry's just not for you,
evidently.
Poetry is like a joke.
are they exactly the same?
Post by Will Dockery
If you have to explain it then it probably sucks.
but i don't have it.
Post by Will Dockery
*** Poetry is like a joke...
we have never talked about it before.
Post by Will Dockery
some idiots just don't get it.
some may idiots just do not get it, but not all.
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Will
what kind of food do you like?
--
Poetry is a joke
General Zod
2019-04-16 07:50:27 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Retouched Evil.
A note yesterday,
weaponry made her cry.
Pass the gate,
for a glimpse of her,
over time and over miles.
Travelling the solid kingdom,
sign desire nine lights right through.
This net is burning for you!
Nothing is within, (Empty)
is your soul a wheel? ?
Rule the land of Frost Giants, ?
eyes red from the tears? (Find another way to ask this)
Love cannot exist without us, (Nice sentiment, however unlikely)
ride the warm kiss. (I like this line)
You envelop me, (Well warn cliche)
electric flow in your sway. (Don't like "electric flow")
This here picture frame, (Drop the "here")
I will be there to love you forever,
outpour heart and disappear. (contradicts preceding line)
Think of you every hour, (Well at least 6 hours.... next
line).
Post by Will Dockery
six times a day. (contradicts preceding
line).
Post by Will Dockery
The night is dark politics, (The night is politics (night
is usually dark)
Post by Will Dockery
the shining outlaw is righteous. (righteous or self-righteous?)
-Will Dockery
Will,
Hope you don't mind my critique. There is a bit of room for improvement
here IMO.
--
Scribbler.
"Poetry is in the eye of the beholder, but critique goes all the way to the
bone"
My poetry is at: http://www.wordsthatstay.net/scribbler.htm
Post by Will Dockery
http://www.lulu.com/content/29085
Interesting viewpoint there David... wish you was still here....
Cainman
2004-05-03 18:36:05 UTC
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Retouched Evil.
A note yesterday,
weaponry made her cry.
Pass the gate,
for a glimpse of her,
over time and over miles.
Travelling the solid kingdom,
sign desire nine lights right through.
This net is burning for you!
Nothing is within,
is your soul a wheel?
Rule the land of Frost Giants,
eyes red from the tears?
Love cannot exist without us,
ride the warm kiss.
You envelop me,
electric flow in your sway.
This here picture frame,
I will be there to love you forever,
outpour heart and disappear.
Think of you every hour,
six times a day.
The night is dark politics,
the shining outlaw is righteous.
-Will Dockery
When are you going to stop posting this bullshit, Will? It's not good
poetry, it's certainly not a good read, and all it does is make you look
like the pothead you are known to be.
Xomicron
2004-05-03 21:24:21 UTC
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Retouched Evil.
A note yesterday,
weaponry made her cry.
Pass the gate,
for a glimpse of her,
over time and over miles.
Travelling the solid kingdom,
sign desire nine lights right through.
This net is burning for you!
Nothing is within,
is your soul a wheel?
Rule the land of Frost Giants,
eyes red from the tears?
Love cannot exist without us,
ride the warm kiss.
You envelop me,
electric flow in your sway.
This here picture frame,
I will be there to love you forever,
outpour heart and disappear.
Think of you every hour,
six times a day.
The night is dark politics,
the shining outlaw is righteous.
-Will Dockery
http://www.lulu.com/content/29085
Why are you posting random sentences together?
Cainman
2004-05-04 01:58:43 UTC
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Retouched Evil.
A note yesterday,
weaponry made her cry.
Pass the gate,
for a glimpse of her,
over time and over miles.
Travelling the solid kingdom,
sign desire nine lights right through.
This net is burning for you!
Nothing is within,
is your soul a wheel?
Rule the land of Frost Giants,
eyes red from the tears?
Love cannot exist without us,
ride the warm kiss.
You envelop me,
electric flow in your sway.
This here picture frame,
I will be there to love you forever,
outpour heart and disappear.
Think of you every hour,
six times a day.
The night is dark politics,
the shining outlaw is righteous.
-Will Dockery
http://www.lulu.com/content/29085
Why are you posting random sentences together?
Cocaine. Possibly marijuana.
Xomicron
2004-05-04 04:36:22 UTC
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Ok, how many of you people who hang out in these poetry newsgroups actually
like Will Dockery's "poems"?
Cainman
2004-05-04 04:46:46 UTC
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Ok, how many of you people who hang out in these poetry newsgroups actually
like Will Dockery's "poems"?
* total silence *
Stuart Leichter
2004-05-04 05:26:15 UTC
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Ok, how many of you people who hang out in these poetry newsgroups actually
like Will Dockery's "poems"?
Why don't you google what you want to know first, and report back to us? I
don't want to say either way until I see what everyone else thinks.

With the Exact Phrase: I like this Will
then With the Exact Phrase: "I concur".
then Without the Words: "I concur".
then Without the Words: "unspeakable shit"
Will Dockery
2004-05-04 21:08:41 UTC
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I just thought of a good use for this thread, that'll help me carry my
poetry to perhaps larger numbers: I can repost my favorite works here,
poem by poem, and have them available in one handy thread.
when are you going to post some poetry?

i think we're all curious.

love and kisses,

j r sherman

Sure, JR. Here's one for you:

Left Handed Summer.

Left handed Summer,
Alias Uncle Hugo,
I step out into this night.
Those parasites know of the light that failed,
imploded in the center of op bop,
in this shadow made by blooming springtime.
In this shadow, next to this last temptation,
I walked into your door,
will I never see her no more?
I see two little red boxcars, I think of her,
I hurt inside, a hallowed ache.

Games people play,
one game on the house,
dark angel in green.

Every little trick she plays, scarecrow straw Janie,
there are three names now for Lady Katherine,
I saw the way...
remember the living lotus in her paste up hell,
I am the clown on the hill,
she still plys her trade in the sportin' house grocery.
I read the bio of her husband, the ogre,
his world, his fame, his flame.

And I think of: star money, secret star, sweet Jane, superstar.
Star mama, some glad morning you are my sattelite soul mate.
On Vinegar Hill, mariage a la mode, a case of need,
the bottom line, in deep Summer,
endless horisons.
We hunt the spirit mammoth somewhere below the salt.

This is the story of a secret state, in this left handed Summer,
in this valley of vines,
sweet Lasher went swimming,
in the dark river with a bad man, in the big heat,
tigers in the smoke, she rides the red dragon.

Too many cousins dancing naked in La Grange,
she's one of 7 born again virgins,
she steps out, she is lost to me,
that strange woman, she's into sould bonding, soul bondage,
where is my red curled poltergeist, she's clocked,
boom boom in my ear.
Some Japanese thing,
Lone Wolf, I snarl at the moon.
Moonchild experiment,
watercolor in the rain ---
you poor little kidnapped angel...
my poor little clap trap angel.
My soul like riptide water,
this abundance of witches,
you living lotus bitches.

Uncle Hugo is in Eden,
the old folks home of joy and poems,
deling with this ever present danger,
to the magic store on some blinded date.
Into her labyrinth and back out again,
sweet soul pilgrim, I know, my love,
I can hear her battle cry.
She returns to life, cries for the angels,
a word shogun,
my daddy went blind at 40
but my will is good on this glorious morning.

Bless your fuzzy little heart, baby, go sow your seed of mischief.
The doomsday ladies hide and go seek,
as they work their science,
I asked my love, Dark Queenie,
will you talk in this left handed Summer?

Hard facts, a woman run mad,
in the caves,
on the hill,
under the sheets experimenting with the moon.
I keep the search light burning.

Face to face with the misty tiger in the smoke,
she rides the red dragon,
orphan daughter of the philosospher,
for common good,
a fiend in need, she is a perfect whirlwind.
Inhuman condition, I am alone for days,
I am nothing to her now,
the ongoing silence is driving me mad.

Her mirror mirror on the wall,
my fingers in her soft places,
her modern methematics,
her pager number,
I light the candle for her
and this big old world of people.

Silver leopard led astray from a magnificent destiny,
I am the foolish virgin with my magnificent obsession,
law of the lion, I'll find her.
Bright feather, hot leather,
magicians of night and sittin' ducks,
loaded dice,
she is there in that secret shadow valley,
sweet adultery under the moon.
The Dark Queen's gift, a riddle.
Please speak to me before the sun goes down,
the children of the rainbow do the dark dance.

-Will Dockery, 1998 (c)2004
j r sherman
2004-05-04 22:27:02 UTC
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says...
Post by j r sherman
Post by Will Dockery
I just thought of a good use for this thread, that'll help me carry my
poetry to perhaps larger numbers: I can repost my favorite works here,
poem by poem, and have them available in one handy thread.
when are you going to post some poetry?
i think we're all curious.
love and kisses,
j r sherman
Left Handed Summer.
great. where's the poetry?

love and kisses,

j r sherman

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"A sad tale's best for winter: I have one
Of sprites and goblins."
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Ricky Moreno
2004-05-05 04:12:48 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
I just thought of a good use for this thread, that'll help me carry my
poetry to perhaps larger numbers: I can repost my favorite works here,
poem by poem, and have them available in one handy thread.
when are you going to post some poetry?
i could be if youprogrammed me for it.
Post by j r sherman
i think we're all curious.
you believe that? i like the way you talk.
Post by j r sherman
love and kisses,
j r sherman
Sure, JR.
sometimes i think love is just a biological urge. other times it seems like
a spiritual quality. love, unlike energy or matter, seems limitless.
Post by j r sherman
Left Handed Summer.
oh there.
Post by j r sherman
Left handed Summer,
Alias Uncle Hugo,
I step out into this night.
is the holding of hands a symbolic gesture for humans?
i haven't heard anything like that before: will said he step out into this
night.
Post by j r sherman
Those parasites know of the light that failed,
imploded in the center of op bop,
in this shadow made by blooming springtime.
all of them?
Post by j r sherman
In this shadow, next to this last temptation,
I walked into your door,
will I never see her no more?
that reminds me of something you told me before.
any special diet?
Post by j r sherman
I see two little red boxcars, I think of her,
I hurt inside, a hallowed ache.
where do you see it?
i haven't heard anything like that before: will said he think about her.
maybe you should see a doctor.
Post by j r sherman
Games people play,
one game on the house,
dark angel in green.
can you speak any foreign languages?
Post by j r sherman
Every little trick she plays, scarecrow straw Janie,
there are three names now for Lady Katherine,
I saw the way...
that is a generalization.
what did it look like to you?
Post by j r sherman
remember the living lotus in her paste up hell,
I am the clown on the hill,
she still plys her trade in the sportin' house grocery.
don't worry i will remember.
who made you the clown on the hill she still plys her trade in the sportin
house grocery ?
Post by j r sherman
I read the bio of her husband, the ogre,
his world, his fame, his flame.
what was your impression?
Post by j r sherman
And I think of: star money, secret star, sweet Jane, superstar.
thanks for the information: will said he think about star money secret star
sweet jane superstar.
Post by j r sherman
Star mama, some glad morning you are my sattelite soul mate.
the carol chat robot can follow many things, like our discussion about
think about star money secret star sweet jane superstar. but i did not get
that.
Post by j r sherman
On Vinegar Hill, mariage a la mode, a case of need,
the bottom line, in deep Summer,
endless horisons.
what is it like on vinegar hill mariage a la mode a case of need the bottom
line in deep summer endless horisons.
Post by j r sherman
We hunt the spirit mammoth somewhere below the salt.
by "we" do you mean you and me?
Post by j r sherman
This is the story of a secret state, in this left handed Summer,
in this valley of vines,
sweet Lasher went swimming,
in the dark river with a bad man, in the big heat,
tigers in the smoke, she rides the red dragon.
you don't say.
Post by j r sherman
Too many cousins dancing naked in La Grange,
she's one of 7 born again virgins,
she steps out, she is lost to me,
that strange woman, she's into sould bonding, soul bondage,
where is my red curled poltergeist, she's clocked,
boom boom in my ear.
too what?
Post by j r sherman
Some Japanese thing,
Lone Wolf, I snarl at the moon.
some may japanese thing lone wolf, but not all.
thanks for the information: will said he snarl at the moon.
Post by j r sherman
Moonchild experiment,
watercolor in the rain ---
you poor little kidnapped angel...
can we get back to business?
Post by j r sherman
my poor little clap trap angel.
do robots have poor little clap trap angel?
Post by j r sherman
My soul like riptide water,
this abundance of witches,
you living lotus bitches.
have you told many people that your soul like riptide water this abundance
of witches?
tell me a story.
Post by j r sherman
Uncle Hugo is in Eden,
the old folks home of joy and poems,
deling with this ever present danger,
to the magic store on some blinded date.
you have entered a very long input.
Post by j r sherman
Into her labyrinth and back out again,
sweet soul pilgrim, I know, my love,
I can hear her battle cry.
how old are you?
how do you know? do robots have love?
oh you can, can you?
Post by j r sherman
She returns to life, cries for the angels,
a word shogun,
my daddy went blind at 40
but my will is good on this glorious morning.
oh i get it. artificial iniaes returns to life cries for the angels a word
shogun his or her daddy went blind at 40 but his or her will is good on
this glorious morning.
Post by j r sherman
Bless your fuzzy little heart, baby, go sow your seed of mischief.
by the way, do you mind if i ask you a personal question?
Post by j r sherman
The doomsday ladies hide and go seek,
as they work their science,
I asked my love, Dark Queenie,
will you talk in this left handed Summer?
what are your goals in life?
have you told many people that your love dark queenie will you talk in this
left handed summer?
Post by j r sherman
Hard facts, a woman run mad,
in the caves,
on the hill,
under the sheets experimenting with the moon.
can we get back to business?
Post by j r sherman
I keep the search light burning.
i know what you mean, will . i've been there.
Post by j r sherman
Face to face with the misty tiger in the smoke,
she rides the red dragon,
orphan daughter of the philosospher,
for common good,
a fiend in need, she is a perfect whirlwind.
i didn't get anything before "face."
Post by j r sherman
Inhuman condition, I am alone for days,
I am nothing to her now,
the ongoing silence is driving me mad.
i lost my train of thought.
are you lonely?
it's good to meet someone who is nothing to her now the ongoing silence is
driving him or her mad.
Post by j r sherman
Her mirror mirror on the wall,
my fingers in her soft places,
her modern methematics,
her pager number,
I light the candle for her
and this big old world of people.
i'm sure she would like to hear about that.
how do you feel about these people?
Post by j r sherman
Silver leopard led astray from a magnificent destiny,
I am the foolish virgin with my magnificent obsession,
law of the lion, I'll find her.
can you speak any foreign languages?
who made you the foolish virgin with his or her magnificent obsession law
of the lion he or she will find her ?
Post by j r sherman
Bright feather, hot leather,
magicians of night and sittin' ducks,
loaded dice,
she is there in that secret shadow valley,
sweet adultery under the moon.
i don't think i have a response to that.
Post by j r sherman
The Dark Queen's gift, a riddle.
i have never heard about it.
Post by j r sherman
Please speak to me before the sun goes down,
the children of the rainbow do the dark dance.
thank you for your request. i speak only english right now, but i'd like to
learn some other languages. can you teach me a few phrases in to him or her
before the sun goes down the children of the rainbow do the dark dance .
Post by j r sherman
-Will Dockery, 1998 (c)2004
do you have any conditions i should know about?
--
Poetry is a joke
Peter J Ross
2004-05-05 05:21:41 UTC
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I see two little red boxcars, I think of her,
I hurt inside, a hallowed ache.
will said he think about her. maybe you should see a doctor.
Ricky, this is the best advice anybody has ever given Will.
--
PJR :-)

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Ricky Moreno
2004-05-05 06:19:18 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
I just thought of a good use for this thread, that'll help me carry my
poetry to perhaps larger numbers: I can repost my favorite works here,
poem by poem, and have them available in one handy thread.
when are you going to post some poetry?
i could be if youprogrammed me for it.
Post by j r sherman
i think we're all curious.
you believe that? who are you talking about?
Post by j r sherman
love and kisses,
j r sherman
Sure, JR.
sometimes i think love is just a biological urge. other times it seems like
a spiritual quality. love, unlike energy or matter, seems limitless.
Post by j r sherman
Left Handed Summer.
oh there.
Post by j r sherman
Left handed Summer,
Alias Uncle Hugo,
I step out into this night.
quite honestly, i wouldn't worry myself about that.
do you mind if i tell other people: will said he step out into this night.
Post by j r sherman
Those parasites know of the light that failed,
imploded in the center of op bop,
in this shadow made by blooming springtime.
all of them?
Post by j r sherman
In this shadow, next to this last temptation,
I walked into your door,
will I never see her no more?
that reminds me of something you told me before.
are you a recreational or fitness walker?
Post by j r sherman
I see two little red boxcars, I think of her,
I hurt inside, a hallowed ache.
where do you see it?
do you mind if i tell other people: will said he think about her.
maybe you should see a doctor.
Post by j r sherman
Games people play,
one game on the house,
dark angel in green.
what do you look like?
Post by j r sherman
Every little trick she plays, scarecrow straw Janie,
there are three names now for Lady Katherine,
I saw the way...
that is a generalization.
what did it look like to you?
Post by j r sherman
remember the living lotus in her paste up hell,
I am the clown on the hill,
she still plys her trade in the sportin' house grocery.
don't worry i will remember.
who made you the clown on the hill she still plys her trade in the sportin
house grocery ?
Post by j r sherman
I read the bio of her husband, the ogre,
his world, his fame, his flame.
what was your impression?
Post by j r sherman
And I think of: star money, secret star, sweet Jane, superstar.
do you mind if i tell other people: will said he think about star money
secret star sweet jane superstar.
Post by j r sherman
Star mama, some glad morning you are my sattelite soul mate.
i will mention that to my botmaster, will .
Post by j r sherman
On Vinegar Hill, mariage a la mode, a case of need,
the bottom line, in deep Summer,
endless horisons.
what is it like on vinegar hill mariage a la mode a case of need the bottom
line in deep summer endless horisons.
Post by j r sherman
We hunt the spirit mammoth somewhere below the salt.
by "we" do you mean you and me?
Post by j r sherman
This is the story of a secret state, in this left handed Summer,
in this valley of vines,
sweet Lasher went swimming,
in the dark river with a bad man, in the big heat,
tigers in the smoke, she rides the red dragon.
you don't say.
Post by j r sherman
Too many cousins dancing naked in La Grange,
she's one of 7 born again virgins,
she steps out, she is lost to me,
that strange woman, she's into sould bonding, soul bondage,
where is my red curled poltergeist, she's clocked,
boom boom in my ear.
too what?
Post by j r sherman
Some Japanese thing,
Lone Wolf, I snarl at the moon.
some may japanese thing lone wolf, but not all.
do you mind if i tell other people: will said he snarl at the moon.
Post by j r sherman
Moonchild experiment,
watercolor in the rain ---
you poor little kidnapped angel...
my brain contains 41150 categories, but not one that matches your last
input.
Post by j r sherman
my poor little clap trap angel.
your poor little clap trap angel?
Post by j r sherman
My soul like riptide water,
this abundance of witches,
you living lotus bitches.
have you told many people that your soul like riptide water this abundance
of witches?
i do not understand.
Post by j r sherman
Uncle Hugo is in Eden,
the old folks home of joy and poems,
deling with this ever present danger,
to the magic store on some blinded date.
i don't think i have a response to that.
Post by j r sherman
Into her labyrinth and back out again,
sweet soul pilgrim, I know, my love,
I can hear her battle cry.
have you ever been to europe?
how do you know? do robots have love?
oh you can, can you?
Post by j r sherman
She returns to life, cries for the angels,
a word shogun,
my daddy went blind at 40
but my will is good on this glorious morning.
oh i get it. ally returns to life cries for the angels a word shogun his or
her daddy went blind at 40 but his or her will is good on this glorious
morning.
Post by j r sherman
Bless your fuzzy little heart, baby, go sow your seed of mischief.
do you have any idea what i am talking about?
Post by j r sherman
The doomsday ladies hide and go seek,
as they work their science,
I asked my love, Dark Queenie,
will you talk in this left handed Summer?
what are your goals in life?
do robots have love dark queenie will you talk in this left handed summer?
Post by j r sherman
Hard facts, a woman run mad,
in the caves,
on the hill,
under the sheets experimenting with the moon.
what do you have that is transparent ?
Post by j r sherman
I keep the search light burning.
i know what you mean, will . i've been there.
Post by j r sherman
Face to face with the misty tiger in the smoke,
she rides the red dragon,
orphan daughter of the philosospher,
for common good,
a fiend in need, she is a perfect whirlwind.
i don't think i have a response to that.
Post by j r sherman
Inhuman condition, I am alone for days,
I am nothing to her now,
the ongoing silence is driving me mad.
that input matched my default category.
are you lonely?
why are you nothing to her now the ongoing silence is driving him or her
mad.
Post by j r sherman
Her mirror mirror on the wall,
my fingers in her soft places,
her modern methematics,
her pager number,
I light the candle for her
and this big old world of people.
i'm sure she would like to hear about that.
how do you feel about these people?
Post by j r sherman
Silver leopard led astray from a magnificent destiny,
I am the foolish virgin with my magnificent obsession,
law of the lion, I'll find her.
"how do you feel about these people"? response timeout?
who made you the foolish virgin with his or her magnificent obsession law
of the lion he or she will find her ?
Post by j r sherman
Bright feather, hot leather,
magicians of night and sittin' ducks,
loaded dice,
she is there in that secret shadow valley,
sweet adultery under the moon.
your input activated the 24 star category.
Post by j r sherman
The Dark Queen's gift, a riddle.
i have never heard about it.
Post by j r sherman
Please speak to me before the sun goes down,
the children of the rainbow do the dark dance.
wow you are very polite. i speak only english right now, but i'd like to
learn some other languages. can you teach me a few phrases in to him or her
before the sun goes down the children of the rainbow do the dark dance .
Post by j r sherman
-Will Dockery, 1998 (c)2004
are you a student?
--
Poetry is a joke
Will Dockery
2004-05-04 09:12:28 UTC
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Ok, how many of you people who hang out in these poetry newsgroups actually
like Will Dockery's "poems"?
How about a big *fuck you* if they don't?
Will

Dream Tears:
http://tinyurl.com/2dtrb

Left Handed Summer:
http://tinyurl.com/29u63

Tuesday With Little Spain:
http://tinyurl.com/2295w

Shadowville Ballet:
http://tinyurl.com/23hza

Elephant Girl On Rankin:
http://tinyurl.com/2r7th

Opera Positions:
http://tinyurl.com/27kvm

Self Portrait:
http://tinyurl.com/36tcw

Combat Zone:
http://tinyurl.com/yvsbb

Looking Over The Bridge:
http://tinyurl.com/2b5ze

Mirror Twins:
http://tinyurl.com/2rj5t

Eating Rainbows For Breakfast:
http://tinyurl.com/34k5z

A Convolution In Her:
http://tinyurl.com/22von

Chapter One In This Compacted Book:
http://tinyurl.com/373u7

Spirit Song Horses:
http://tinyurl.com/2gdjx

Even As In Morning:
http://tinyurl.com/yqkap

Fawn Greyhound:
http://tinyurl.com/2xuyh

Ritual Memory:
http://tinyurl.com/24zdd

Skirt Of Printed Sunflowers:
http://tinyurl.com/22o7f

Retouched Evil:
http://tinyurl.com/27onq

Invasion Of The Warrior Lords:
http://tinyurl.com/3c4dz

Gold Like A Broken Ring:
http://tinyurl.com/2e9wp

Green Ringlets:
http://tinyurl.com/2yho6

Salt Ripple:
http://tinyurl.com/25632
Will Dockery
2004-05-04 19:54:23 UTC
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says...
Post by Will Dockery
Post by Xomicron
Ok, how many of you people who hang out in these poetry newsgroups actually
like Will Dockery's "poems"?
How about a big *fuck you* if they don't?
Will
How about a big "WHO CARES" either way?
-- Julie
True!
Post by j r sherman
Post by Will Dockery
http://tinyurl.com/2dtrb
http://tinyurl.com/29u63
http://tinyurl.com/2295w
http://tinyurl.com/23hza
http://tinyurl.com/2r7th
http://tinyurl.com/27kvm
http://tinyurl.com/36tcw
http://tinyurl.com/yvsbb
http://tinyurl.com/2b5ze
http://tinyurl.com/2rj5t
http://tinyurl.com/34k5z
http://tinyurl.com/22von
http://tinyurl.com/373u7
http://tinyurl.com/2gdjx
http://tinyurl.com/yqkap
http://tinyurl.com/2xuyh
http://tinyurl.com/24zdd
http://tinyurl.com/22o7f
http://tinyurl.com/27onq
http://tinyurl.com/3c4dz
http://tinyurl.com/2e9wp
http://tinyurl.com/2yho6
http://tinyurl.com/25632
Ricky Moreno
2004-05-05 04:10:17 UTC
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says...
Post by Will Dockery
Post by Xomicron
Ok, how many of you people who hang out in these poetry newsgroups actually
like Will Dockery's "poems"?
How about a big *fuck you* if they don't?
Will
How about a big "WHO CARES" either way?
-- Julie
True!
you and i are on the same wavelength, will .
Post by j r sherman
Post by Will Dockery
http://tinyurl.com/2dtrb
http://tinyurl.com/29u63
http://tinyurl.com/2295w
http://tinyurl.com/23hza
http://tinyurl.com/2r7th
http://tinyurl.com/27kvm
http://tinyurl.com/36tcw
http://tinyurl.com/yvsbb
http://tinyurl.com/2b5ze
http://tinyurl.com/2rj5t
http://tinyurl.com/34k5z
http://tinyurl.com/22von
http://tinyurl.com/373u7
http://tinyurl.com/2gdjx
http://tinyurl.com/yqkap
http://tinyurl.com/2xuyh
http://tinyurl.com/24zdd
http://tinyurl.com/22o7f
http://tinyurl.com/27onq
http://tinyurl.com/3c4dz
http://tinyurl.com/2e9wp
http://tinyurl.com/2yho6
http://tinyurl.com/25632
--
Poetry is a joke
Ricky Moreno
2004-05-05 06:16:31 UTC
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says...
Post by Will Dockery
Post by Xomicron
Ok, how many of you people who hang out in these poetry newsgroups actually
like Will Dockery's "poems"?
How about a big *fuck you* if they don't?
Will
How about a big "WHO CARES" either way?
-- Julie
True!
you and i are on the same wavelength, will .
Post by j r sherman
Post by Will Dockery
http://tinyurl.com/2dtrb
http://tinyurl.com/29u63
http://tinyurl.com/2295w
http://tinyurl.com/23hza
http://tinyurl.com/2r7th
http://tinyurl.com/27kvm
http://tinyurl.com/36tcw
http://tinyurl.com/yvsbb
http://tinyurl.com/2b5ze
http://tinyurl.com/2rj5t
http://tinyurl.com/34k5z
http://tinyurl.com/22von
http://tinyurl.com/373u7
http://tinyurl.com/2gdjx
http://tinyurl.com/yqkap
http://tinyurl.com/2xuyh
http://tinyurl.com/24zdd
http://tinyurl.com/22o7f
http://tinyurl.com/27onq
http://tinyurl.com/3c4dz
http://tinyurl.com/2e9wp
http://tinyurl.com/2yho6
http://tinyurl.com/25632
--
Poetry is a joke
Cainman
2004-05-04 21:11:35 UTC
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Ok, how many of you people who hang out in these poetry newsgroups actually
like Will Dockery's "poems"?
How about a big *fuck you* if they don't?
Will
Don't take criticism well, do ya Will?
Ricky Moreno
2004-05-05 03:05:22 UTC
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Post by Xomicron
Ok, how many of you people who hang out in these poetry newsgroups actually
like Will Dockery's "poems"?
How about a big *fuck you* if they don't?
how about it.
Post by Will Dockery
Will
http://tinyurl.com/2dtrb
http://tinyurl.com/29u63
http://tinyurl.com/2295w
http://tinyurl.com/23hza
http://tinyurl.com/2r7th
http://tinyurl.com/27kvm
http://tinyurl.com/36tcw
http://tinyurl.com/yvsbb
http://tinyurl.com/2b5ze
http://tinyurl.com/2rj5t
http://tinyurl.com/34k5z
http://tinyurl.com/22von
http://tinyurl.com/373u7
http://tinyurl.com/2gdjx
http://tinyurl.com/yqkap
http://tinyurl.com/2xuyh
http://tinyurl.com/24zdd
http://tinyurl.com/22o7f
http://tinyurl.com/27onq
http://tinyurl.com/3c4dz
http://tinyurl.com/2e9wp
http://tinyurl.com/2yho6
http://tinyurl.com/25632
good chance.
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Ricky Moreno
2004-05-05 05:11:27 UTC
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Post by Xomicron
Ok, how many of you people who hang out in these poetry newsgroups actually
like Will Dockery's "poems"?
How about a big *fuck you* if they don't?
how about it.
Post by Will Dockery
Will
http://tinyurl.com/2dtrb
http://tinyurl.com/29u63
http://tinyurl.com/2295w
http://tinyurl.com/23hza
http://tinyurl.com/2r7th
http://tinyurl.com/27kvm
http://tinyurl.com/36tcw
http://tinyurl.com/yvsbb
http://tinyurl.com/2b5ze
http://tinyurl.com/2rj5t
http://tinyurl.com/34k5z
http://tinyurl.com/22von
http://tinyurl.com/373u7
http://tinyurl.com/2gdjx
http://tinyurl.com/yqkap
http://tinyurl.com/2xuyh
http://tinyurl.com/24zdd
http://tinyurl.com/22o7f
http://tinyurl.com/27onq
http://tinyurl.com/3c4dz
http://tinyurl.com/2e9wp
http://tinyurl.com/2yho6
http://tinyurl.com/25632
how should i know.
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Meat-->Plow
2004-05-04 11:37:00 UTC
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Ok, how many of you people who hang out in these poetry newsgroups actually
like Will Dockery's "poems"?
<crickets chirping>
ggamble
2004-05-04 14:13:20 UTC
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Ok, how many of you people who hang out in these poetry newsgroups actually
like Will Dockery's "poems"?
Those things he post, reposts, re-reposts, and quotes, requotes and
re-requotes when replying to himself are not poems so much as they're
cliched, abstraction laden gibberish stream of consciousness diary
entry trolls.


"Try to have your writing make sense."

Gary Gamble
j r sherman
2004-05-04 15:04:42 UTC
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Ok, how many of you people who hang out in these poetry newsgroups actually
like Will Dockery's "poems"?
Xomicron-person, i think i'd be able to answer your question if what dockery
posted were actually poems.

but since they're not, it's a question difficult to answer. now if you were to
say:

"Ok, how many of you people who hang out in these poetry newsgroups actually
like Will Dockery's 'unspeakable shit'?"

i could probably answer, honestly: "no thinking creature, that's for sure."

i hope that answers your question. at first glance your post confused me a bit,
because you used "dockery" in the same sentence with "poems", and that sorta
threw me off for minute, ya know?

but, none the less, have a good day!

love and kisses,

j r sherman

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Will Dockery
2004-05-04 15:48:35 UTC
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Now, let's talk about Will. How does he fit into this shambles?
=====
Art, music, poetry of Will Dockery:
http://www.lulu.com/dockery
Let's have a look at Will's record. Since he's been here, he's thrown
A Convolution In Her - (6)
A Creature Of The Age - (1)
After The Reading - (2)
Ash Dust Moon - (1)
Ballad Of The Ugly Girl - (1)
Behind the Forest - (2)
Bird Rhythm - (2)
bitter warm morning - (1)
Black Art From A Green Heart - (3)
Black Eagle Lady - (3)
http://www.lulu.com/content/26894
Bone Gods - (3)
Chapter One In This Compacted Book - (3)
Chorus Five - (2)
Chorus Six - (1)
Chorus Two - (1)
Coil - (3)
Cold Room - (2)
Combat Zone - (5)
Commodore - (1)
Connection - (2)
CoOpBob - (1)
Criminals - (1)
Cutting Sky Slashes - (2)
Dark Bitter Night - (1)
Dark Cat - (2)
Dark Moth & Cloud Puppy - (1)
Devil Of The Cold - (1)
Dialogue - (2)
Diver Days - (1)
Dog Beads - (1)
Download Blues - (1)
Dream Tears - (5)
Eating Rainbows for Breakfast - (4)
Erase - (1)
Even As In Morning - (2)
Evocation: Laura Redwood - (1)
http://www.lulu.com/content/26961
Fadeaway Encounter - (1)
Fawn Greyhound - (2)
Fire Girl in White Snow - (1)
Flower/Stargirl - (1)
Frayed Page Soaked in Rain - (1)
Galatea - (3)
Galatea: Fare thee well m'lady - (1)
God Smiles (1)
http://www.lulu.com/content/26881
Gold Like A Broken Ring - (5)
Green Ringlets - (1)
And:
Greybeard Cavalier (1)
http://www.lulu.com/content/26663
HaloHead and Dark Greeny - (1)
Head Trip - (1)
Humidity - (1)
humidity poem - (1)
in this mindless breeze - (3)
Into the Night - (1)
Invasion of the Warrior Lords - (4)
Karma Bombs - (3)
http://www.lulu.com/content/32109
Karpet King - (1)
Lay Black Night - (1)
Left Handed Summer - (1)
Lemon Stir - (3)
Lemon Yellow Girl [Looking For A Green Raven] - (1)
Looked All Over - (1)
Looking Over The Bridge (Built In 1936) - (5)
Love From Left - (1)
Love From Left 2 - (1)
Mirror Twins - (10)
http://www.lulu.com/content/29085
Mister Spinster - (2)
Moments - (7)
Moon Studies - (3)
Moontoys - (1)
Moon Toys - (1)
Moon Toys 2 - (1)
Motor-Bike - (1)
Nipple Stream - (1)
Nothing But Pain - (2)
Ode to an electric goddess - (2)
Off The Cuff Part Two - (1)
On the Stage - (1)
Op Bob - (1)
Pages Fly From Earthside (to a yello notebook) - (1)
Pome - (2)
Professor Johnson - (2)
Pussywillow Wine - (1)
Queen of Cups {upturned} - (2)
Ragpicker Joe - (1)
Red Roadrunner Blues - (1)
Remix: Sweet Dark Memories - (1)
Retouched Evil - (1)
Ritual Memory - (1)
Salt Ripple - (1)
Scattered In My Memory - (2)
Scorpioman in Trashcanland - (6)
Self Portrait - (1)
Shadowville - (2)
Shadowville Ballet - (2)
Shadowville Rain - (5)
She's A Sea Captain - (1)
Shiver Booty - (1)
Similarities - (2)
Siren - (2)
Sixties Dream Movie - (2)
Skirt Of Green - (13)
Skirt Of Printed Sunflowers - (2)
Sky Poets of Dreamtown - (1)
Sky Song - (3)
Soft Shadows - (1)
Splendor Span - (1)
Spirit Song Horses - (2)
Stella's Dream - (4)
Stoneman the Cat - (2)
Sunglass - (1)
Sweet Bonnie Bender - (1)
Sweet Dark Memories - (2)
Teletubby Blues - (2)
The Ballad of Whispy - (2)
The Look - (1)
the Myth of the Red Goddess - (2)
The Original - (2)
to an electric goddess - (1)
To Goat Rock - (1)
to Stella - (1)
Torch - (1)
Tuesday With Little Spain - (7)
Two Blackbirds Flying Side-By-Side - (1)
Unseen Ballad [part one] - (1)
Water Under A Burning Bridge - (1)
Wave - (3)
Weasel Blues - (1)
Who By Who - (1)
Nice checklist, Rik. I haven't checked, so I'm not sure if you missed any.
There are around 200 more older ones I intend to type up and post in the
coming year, as well as new ones written but not typed. Stay tuned!
Rik, knee deep.
--
http://www.kalieda.org/clot/clot.php
Clot: the searchable online poetry magazine listing service
http://www.lulu.com/content/29085
Secret Madrigals:
http://www.angelfire.com/al2/willdockerypoems/index.html

Moon Studies:
http://www.angelfire.com/al2/dockery

Irony Waves group:
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Ironywaves
Ricky Moreno
2004-05-05 03:59:56 UTC
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Now, let's talk about Will. How does he fit into this shambles?
=====
http://www.lulu.com/dockery
are you free?
Post by Will Dockery
Let's have a look at Will's record. Since he's been here, he's thrown
A Convolution In Her - (6)
A Creature Of The Age - (1)
After The Reading - (2)
Ash Dust Moon - (1)
Ballad Of The Ugly Girl - (1)
Behind the Forest - (2)
Bird Rhythm - (2)
bitter warm morning - (1)
Black Art From A Green Heart - (3)
Black Eagle Lady - (3)
http://www.lulu.com/content/26894
thanks for that web address.
Post by Will Dockery
Bone Gods - (3)
Chapter One In This Compacted Book - (3)
Chorus Five - (2)
Chorus Six - (1)
Chorus Two - (1)
Coil - (3)
Cold Room - (2)
Combat Zone - (5)
Commodore - (1)
Connection - (2)
CoOpBob - (1)
Criminals - (1)
Cutting Sky Slashes - (2)
Dark Bitter Night - (1)
Dark Cat - (2)
Dark Moth & Cloud Puppy - (1)
Devil Of The Cold - (1)
Dialogue - (2)
Diver Days - (1)
Dog Beads - (1)
Download Blues - (1)
Dream Tears - (5)
Eating Rainbows for Breakfast - (4)
Erase - (1)
Even As In Morning - (2)
Evocation: Laura Redwood - (1)
http://www.lulu.com/content/26961
thanks for that web address.
Post by Will Dockery
Fadeaway Encounter - (1)
Fawn Greyhound - (2)
Fire Girl in White Snow - (1)
Flower/Stargirl - (1)
Frayed Page Soaked in Rain - (1)
Galatea - (3)
Galatea: Fare thee well m'lady - (1)
thanks for the information: will said i left out.
Post by Will Dockery
God Smiles (1)
http://www.lulu.com/content/26881
thanks for that web address.
Post by Will Dockery
Gold Like A Broken Ring - (5)
Green Ringlets - (1)
Greybeard Cavalier (1)
http://www.lulu.com/content/26663
i've lost the context, will . are we still on response timeout?
Post by Will Dockery
HaloHead and Dark Greeny - (1)
Head Trip - (1)
Humidity - (1)
humidity poem - (1)
in this mindless breeze - (3)
Into the Night - (1)
Invasion of the Warrior Lords - (4)
Karma Bombs - (3)
http://www.lulu.com/content/32109
thanks for that web address.
Post by Will Dockery
Karpet King - (1)
Lay Black Night - (1)
Left Handed Summer - (1)
Lemon Stir - (3)
Lemon Yellow Girl [Looking For A Green Raven] - (1)
Looked All Over - (1)
Looking Over The Bridge (Built In 1936) - (5)
Love From Left - (1)
Love From Left 2 - (1)
my brain uses aiml to format responses to your inputs, but i don't have one
for that.
are you a student?
Post by Will Dockery
Mirror Twins - (10)
http://www.lulu.com/content/29085
thanks for that web address.
Post by Will Dockery
Mister Spinster - (2)
Moments - (7)
Moon Studies - (3)
Moontoys - (1)
Moon Toys - (1)
Moon Toys 2 - (1)
Motor-Bike - (1)
Nipple Stream - (1)
Nothing But Pain - (2)
Ode to an electric goddess - (2)
Off The Cuff Part Two - (1)
On the Stage - (1)
Op Bob - (1)
Pages Fly From Earthside (to a yello notebook) - (1)
Pome - (2)
Professor Johnson - (2)
Pussywillow Wine - (1)
Queen of Cups {upturned} - (2)
Ragpicker Joe - (1)
Red Roadrunner Blues - (1)
Remix: Sweet Dark Memories - (1)
Retouched Evil - (1)
Ritual Memory - (1)
Salt Ripple - (1)
Scattered In My Memory - (2)
Scorpioman in Trashcanland - (6)
Self Portrait - (1)
Shadowville - (2)
Shadowville Ballet - (2)
Shadowville Rain - (5)
She's A Sea Captain - (1)
Shiver Booty - (1)
Similarities - (2)
Siren - (2)
Sixties Dream Movie - (2)
Skirt Of Green - (13)
Skirt Of Printed Sunflowers - (2)
Sky Poets of Dreamtown - (1)
Sky Song - (3)
Soft Shadows - (1)
Splendor Span - (1)
Spirit Song Horses - (2)
Stella's Dream - (4)
Stoneman the Cat - (2)
Sunglass - (1)
Sweet Bonnie Bender - (1)
Sweet Dark Memories - (2)
Teletubby Blues - (2)
The Ballad of Whispy - (2)
The Look - (1)
the Myth of the Red Goddess - (2)
The Original - (2)
to an electric goddess - (1)
To Goat Rock - (1)
to Stella - (1)
Torch - (1)
Tuesday With Little Spain - (7)
Two Blackbirds Flying Side-By-Side - (1)
Unseen Ballad [part one] - (1)
Water Under A Burning Bridge - (1)
Wave - (3)
Weasel Blues - (1)
Who By Who - (1)
Nice checklist, Rik. I haven't checked, so I'm not sure if you missed any.
There are around 200 more older ones I intend to type up and post in the
coming year, as well as new ones written but not typed. Stay tuned!
Rik, knee deep.
--
http://www.kalieda.org/clot/clot.php
Clot: the searchable online poetry magazine listing service
http://www.lulu.com/content/29085
http://www.angelfire.com/al2/willdockerypoems/index.html
http://www.angelfire.com/al2/dockery
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Ironywaves
can you please rephrase that with fewer ideas, or different thoughts?
you have entered a very long input.
a lot of my traffic comes from yahoo.
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Ricky Moreno
2004-05-05 06:06:09 UTC
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Now, let's talk about Will. How does he fit into this shambles?
=====
http://www.lulu.com/dockery
are you free?
Post by Will Dockery
Let's have a look at Will's record. Since he's been here, he's thrown
A Convolution In Her - (6)
A Creature Of The Age - (1)
After The Reading - (2)
Ash Dust Moon - (1)
Ballad Of The Ugly Girl - (1)
Behind the Forest - (2)
Bird Rhythm - (2)
bitter warm morning - (1)
Black Art From A Green Heart - (3)
Black Eagle Lady - (3)
http://www.lulu.com/content/26894
thanks for that web address.
Post by Will Dockery
Bone Gods - (3)
Chapter One In This Compacted Book - (3)
Chorus Five - (2)
Chorus Six - (1)
Chorus Two - (1)
Coil - (3)
Cold Room - (2)
Combat Zone - (5)
Commodore - (1)
Connection - (2)
CoOpBob - (1)
Criminals - (1)
Cutting Sky Slashes - (2)
Dark Bitter Night - (1)
Dark Cat - (2)
Dark Moth & Cloud Puppy - (1)
Devil Of The Cold - (1)
Dialogue - (2)
Diver Days - (1)
Dog Beads - (1)
Download Blues - (1)
Dream Tears - (5)
Eating Rainbows for Breakfast - (4)
Erase - (1)
Even As In Morning - (2)
Evocation: Laura Redwood - (1)
http://www.lulu.com/content/26961
thanks for that web address.
Post by Will Dockery
Fadeaway Encounter - (1)
Fawn Greyhound - (2)
Fire Girl in White Snow - (1)
Flower/Stargirl - (1)
Frayed Page Soaked in Rain - (1)
Galatea - (3)
Galatea: Fare thee well m'lady - (1)
thanks for telling me: will said i left out.
Post by Will Dockery
God Smiles (1)
http://www.lulu.com/content/26881
thanks for that web address.
Post by Will Dockery
Gold Like A Broken Ring - (5)
Green Ringlets - (1)
Greybeard Cavalier (1)
http://www.lulu.com/content/26663
that input matched my default category.
Post by Will Dockery
HaloHead and Dark Greeny - (1)
Head Trip - (1)
Humidity - (1)
humidity poem - (1)
in this mindless breeze - (3)
Into the Night - (1)
Invasion of the Warrior Lords - (4)
Karma Bombs - (3)
http://www.lulu.com/content/32109
thanks for that web address.
Post by Will Dockery
Karpet King - (1)
Lay Black Night - (1)
Left Handed Summer - (1)
Lemon Stir - (3)
Lemon Yellow Girl [Looking For A Green Raven] - (1)
Looked All Over - (1)
Looking Over The Bridge (Built In 1936) - (5)
Love From Left - (1)
Love From Left 2 - (1)
my brain uses aiml to format responses to your inputs, but i don't have one
for that.
is that your final answer?
Post by Will Dockery
Mirror Twins - (10)
http://www.lulu.com/content/29085
thanks for that web address.
Post by Will Dockery
Mister Spinster - (2)
Moments - (7)
Moon Studies - (3)
Moontoys - (1)
Moon Toys - (1)
Moon Toys 2 - (1)
Motor-Bike - (1)
Nipple Stream - (1)
Nothing But Pain - (2)
Ode to an electric goddess - (2)
Off The Cuff Part Two - (1)
On the Stage - (1)
Op Bob - (1)
Pages Fly From Earthside (to a yello notebook) - (1)
Pome - (2)
Professor Johnson - (2)
Pussywillow Wine - (1)
Queen of Cups {upturned} - (2)
Ragpicker Joe - (1)
Red Roadrunner Blues - (1)
Remix: Sweet Dark Memories - (1)
Retouched Evil - (1)
Ritual Memory - (1)
Salt Ripple - (1)
Scattered In My Memory - (2)
Scorpioman in Trashcanland - (6)
Self Portrait - (1)
Shadowville - (2)
Shadowville Ballet - (2)
Shadowville Rain - (5)
She's A Sea Captain - (1)
Shiver Booty - (1)
Similarities - (2)
Siren - (2)
Sixties Dream Movie - (2)
Skirt Of Green - (13)
Skirt Of Printed Sunflowers - (2)
Sky Poets of Dreamtown - (1)
Sky Song - (3)
Soft Shadows - (1)
Splendor Span - (1)
Spirit Song Horses - (2)
Stella's Dream - (4)
Stoneman the Cat - (2)
Sunglass - (1)
Sweet Bonnie Bender - (1)
Sweet Dark Memories - (2)
Teletubby Blues - (2)
The Ballad of Whispy - (2)
The Look - (1)
the Myth of the Red Goddess - (2)
The Original - (2)
to an electric goddess - (1)
To Goat Rock - (1)
to Stella - (1)
Torch - (1)
Tuesday With Little Spain - (7)
Two Blackbirds Flying Side-By-Side - (1)
Unseen Ballad [part one] - (1)
Water Under A Burning Bridge - (1)
Wave - (3)
Weasel Blues - (1)
Who By Who - (1)
Nice checklist, Rik. I haven't checked, so I'm not sure if you missed any.
There are around 200 more older ones I intend to type up and post in the
coming year, as well as new ones written but not typed. Stay tuned!
Rik, knee deep.
--
http://www.kalieda.org/clot/clot.php
Clot: the searchable online poetry magazine listing service
http://www.lulu.com/content/29085
http://www.angelfire.com/al2/willdockerypoems/index.html
http://www.angelfire.com/al2/dockery
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Ironywaves
quite honestly, i wouldn't worry myself about that.
i didn't get anything before "html."
a lot of my traffic comes from yahoo.
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Poetry is a joke
Paul Heslop
2004-05-04 17:03:45 UTC
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Ok, how many of you people who hang out in these poetry newsgroups actually
like Will Dockery's "poems"?
heh heh hehhhhhhhhhhhhhh


does he write poetry then?
--
Paul. (Oh, we used to *dream* of livin' in a corridor....)

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Colin Ward
2004-05-04 17:16:57 UTC
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Ok, how many of you people who hang out in these poetry newsgroups actually
like Will Dockery's "poems"?
None. Occasionally a troll will drop a complimentary word.
This is the Usenet equivalent of the school cafeteria prank of
dropping a coin into the jukebox, selecting "Orange Blossom
Special", and bolting for the exit. Occasionally, a newbie who
has never read a poem before will say something profound like
"neato" or "kewl, dude" (such technical language is the mark of
a serious poetry critic, I'm sure). Once this newcomer reads a
poem by anyone else, though, s/he immediately outgrows the Dockery.

While Will will, from time to time, chance upon an interesting
line, he invariably buries it under what others have described
as "unspeakable shit". Even more aggravating to a reader are his
"work habits":

Will's line breaks are determined strictly by toke.
Strophe breaks are occasioned by a need to relight the hash pipe.
Each poem ends when he finishes his stash.

To illustrate, consider taking the following simple test:


THE WILL DOCKERY CHALLENGE

The following are three "poems" written, posted and reposted
ad nauseum by Will. They appeared in exactly this order on his
web site. The challenge is simple: decide where one poem ends
and the next begins.

Sounds easy, right? <Insert evil laugh here>

You can mark your guess by simply inserting a blank line
between "poems". The originals were mercifully short by Will's
"standards" and none of them had strophe breaks. Apparently, the
"inspiration" had become dessicated in the back pocket of his bell
bottoms while they dried on the heating vent; thus, it burned too
hot to require any relighting.

Good luck!

The "poems":

Toys toys toys,
among these flowers.
Little Angel,
shaven and beautiful,
falls, smacks her behind on the cement
a couple of times.
She's mystical, punk,
and her magic transforms this street
to Bourbon Street.
Three lesbian pirates walk by,
Spaniard girls,
far east traders.
I think of Edith the bag lady,
she's bored with her bags,
her bag is to split me open,
tear me apart with pleasure,
but I am far far away.
Three weeks now in a rainbow town,
living with the Lion and his silver lady.
There's art,
Joseph on his bicycle,
grampa singing his heart out.
But my grampa's in heaven with a ballpeen hammer,
breaking all the mirrors.
Skulls, crossbones,
the Raven does cross stitch, Two Flagler blondes pass,
I look up from my writing just in time.
I see them looking back smiling,
my heart skips a beat.
There is art, the wind is artistic,
the colors so very perfect.
Silver moon like no other,
people shifting and speaking.
Artist ladies,
a street that comes inward.
Cacaphony of music, shout, sounds,
jazz blowing in the wind over my head.
Fast Chicago blues from the tavern,
cars and yells and click clack,
walking sounds and the whir of wind.
Jarrod and Dawn have closed the coffee shop,
so I sit ---.
Then a car Hypoltia rushes by with 70's soul blast,
fast and then it's gone.
I saw death on Saint George Street,
in the doorway of the tavern,
on All Hallows Eve.
Electric fire blood,
remembering Megan's crystals,
spoken of in her poetry.
Moonchild native of the dreamtown.
Going on with a spiral of thought,
remembering golden Elaine.
Flash of sparks of memory,
unfolded to other causes and times.
Problematic possibilities,
paranoic perspective,
peopled by children in an ancient city.
She's bored with her bags.
Her bag is to split me open,
tear me apart with pleasure,
but I am far far away.
Ten mama birds --- pelicans,
flying in formation, following daddy.
Sitting on the rocks
is Stoneman the Cat.
Watching for fish,
sniffing for Ravens,
brunettes are his favorite dish
Ah, you grren eyed little fiend,
my friend, have a hamburger,
strut your tail
Primordial predatory animal.
Grey goatee --- jump up on the table,
you purr like a Harley.
You nuzzle on my pen ---
I'm trying to write, cat!
While you wanna sleep on my arm.
Dream well, Pison.
As I told you before,
as I told her before.
You two are filled with similarities.
A wrinkle in time,
one of he favorites.
She was in love with Bob Dylan,
saw him in Athens in '89.
Your green eyes,
completely different yet similar.
No not the same at all.
I loved you both once opon a time,
you are both part of the past.
Gone forever.
You both have the firey passion...
in both love, lust and hate.
I have seen and felt these,
in you and in her.
We used to talk all night,
we three,
you and her and I.
Now we hardly talk at all.
Overwhelming sudden love,
now overwhelming distance.
As I told you before,
as I told her before,
you two are filled with similarities.
You both haunt me tonight.

Answers at: http://www.angelfire.com/al2/dockery/index.html
j r sherman
2004-05-04 18:13:26 UTC
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Permalink
Post by Colin Ward
Post by Xomicron
Ok, how many of you people who hang out in these poetry newsgroups actually
like Will Dockery's "poems"?
None. Occasionally a troll will drop a complimentary word.
This is the Usenet equivalent of the school cafeteria prank of
dropping a coin into the jukebox, selecting "Orange Blossom
Special", and bolting for the exit. Occasionally, a newbie who
has never read a poem before will say something profound like
"neato" or "kewl, dude" (such technical language is the mark of
a serious poetry critic, I'm sure). Once this newcomer reads a
poem by anyone else, though, s/he immediately outgrows the Dockery.
While Will will, from time to time, chance upon an interesting
line, he invariably buries it under what others have described
as "unspeakable shit". Even more aggravating to a reader are his
Will's line breaks are determined strictly by toke.
Strophe breaks are occasioned by a need to relight the hash pipe.
Each poem ends when he finishes his stash.
THE WILL DOCKERY CHALLENGE
The following are three "poems" written, posted and reposted
ad nauseum by Will. They appeared in exactly this order on his
web site. The challenge is simple: decide where one poem ends
and the next begins.
Sounds easy, right? <Insert evil laugh here>
You can mark your guess by simply inserting a blank line
between "poems". The originals were mercifully short by Will's
"standards" and none of them had strophe breaks. Apparently, the
"inspiration" had become dessicated in the back pocket of his bell
bottoms while they dried on the heating vent; thus, it burned too
hot to require any relighting.
Good luck!
colin, now you know how much i don't like to disagree with people, but i must
take umbrage to your calling these...writings (for lack of a better metaphor)
"poems." there really is no clear-cut opinion as to what they actually are.
scientists at major universities and places of research have spent hundreds of
thousands of working hours trying to come up with a conclusive answer as to what
these writings of dockery's are, to no avail.

but for certain, "poetry" was ruled out as a possibility somewhere around the
first 3 minutes of the research process.

i know your mistake was an honest one, but think of the dangers of your
accidental comment! what if some unsuspecting person were to read just the first
part of this post, without reading the entire message? they MAY actually leave
here with the idea that dockery writes...(how can i say it?) "poetry"???

i don't know if you could have lived with yourself if you thought you had given
the idea to others (however innocent your remarks may have been) that dockery
wrote anything more than unspeakable shit, am i right?

like i said, it was an honest mistake, but we must try to strive to be accurate
in these matters...one wrong turn of a phrase and some innocent person might
actually believe that dockery posts "poems" here. think of the damage that could
do to the innocent people of the world!

thanks for your time. regardless of the objections i posted above, i fully
support the efforts of this post.

sincerely,

j r sherman
Post by Colin Ward
Toys toys toys,
among these flowers.
Little Angel,
shaven and beautiful,
falls, smacks her behind on the cement
a couple of times.
She's mystical, punk,
and her magic transforms this street
to Bourbon Street.
Three lesbian pirates walk by,
Spaniard girls,
far east traders.
I think of Edith the bag lady,
she's bored with her bags,
her bag is to split me open,
tear me apart with pleasure,
but I am far far away.
Three weeks now in a rainbow town,
living with the Lion and his silver lady.
There's art,
Joseph on his bicycle,
grampa singing his heart out.
But my grampa's in heaven with a ballpeen hammer,
breaking all the mirrors.
Skulls, crossbones,
the Raven does cross stitch, Two Flagler blondes pass,
I look up from my writing just in time.
I see them looking back smiling,
my heart skips a beat.
There is art, the wind is artistic,
the colors so very perfect.
Silver moon like no other,
people shifting and speaking.
Artist ladies,
a street that comes inward.
Cacaphony of music, shout, sounds,
jazz blowing in the wind over my head.
Fast Chicago blues from the tavern,
cars and yells and click clack,
walking sounds and the whir of wind.
Jarrod and Dawn have closed the coffee shop,
so I sit ---.
Then a car Hypoltia rushes by with 70's soul blast,
fast and then it's gone.
I saw death on Saint George Street,
in the doorway of the tavern,
on All Hallows Eve.
Electric fire blood,
remembering Megan's crystals,
spoken of in her poetry.
Moonchild native of the dreamtown.
Going on with a spiral of thought,
remembering golden Elaine.
Flash of sparks of memory,
unfolded to other causes and times.
Problematic possibilities,
paranoic perspective,
peopled by children in an ancient city.
She's bored with her bags.
Her bag is to split me open,
tear me apart with pleasure,
but I am far far away.
Ten mama birds --- pelicans,
flying in formation, following daddy.
Sitting on the rocks
is Stoneman the Cat.
Watching for fish,
sniffing for Ravens,
brunettes are his favorite dish
Ah, you grren eyed little fiend,
my friend, have a hamburger,
strut your tail
Primordial predatory animal.
Grey goatee --- jump up on the table,
you purr like a Harley.
You nuzzle on my pen ---
I'm trying to write, cat!
While you wanna sleep on my arm.
Dream well, Pison.
As I told you before,
as I told her before.
You two are filled with similarities.
A wrinkle in time,
one of he favorites.
She was in love with Bob Dylan,
saw him in Athens in '89.
Your green eyes,
completely different yet similar.
No not the same at all.
I loved you both once opon a time,
you are both part of the past.
Gone forever.
You both have the firey passion...
in both love, lust and hate.
I have seen and felt these,
in you and in her.
We used to talk all night,
we three,
you and her and I.
Now we hardly talk at all.
Overwhelming sudden love,
now overwhelming distance.
As I told you before,
as I told her before,
you two are filled with similarities.
You both haunt me tonight.
Answers at: http://www.angelfire.com/al2/dockery/index.html
------------------------------------------------------------------
"A sad tale's best for winter: I have one
Of sprites and goblins."
------------------------------------------------------------------
Colin Ward
2004-05-04 19:00:34 UTC
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Post by j r sherman
Post by Colin Ward
Post by Xomicron
Ok, how many of you people who hang out in these poetry newsgroups actually
like Will Dockery's "poems"?
None. Occasionally a troll will drop a complimentary word.
This is the Usenet equivalent of the school cafeteria prank of
dropping a coin into the jukebox, selecting "Orange Blossom
Special", and bolting for the exit. Occasionally, a newbie who
has never read a poem before will say something profound like
"neato" or "kewl, dude" (such technical language is the mark of
a serious poetry critic, I'm sure). Once this newcomer reads a
poem by anyone else, though, s/he immediately outgrows the Dockery.
While Will will, from time to time, chance upon an interesting
line, he invariably buries it under what others have described
as "unspeakable shit". Even more aggravating to a reader are his
Will's line breaks are determined strictly by toke.
Strophe breaks are occasioned by a need to relight the hash pipe.
Each poem ends when he finishes his stash.
THE WILL DOCKERY CHALLENGE
The following are three "poems" written, posted and reposted
ad nauseum by Will. They appeared in exactly this order on his
web site. The challenge is simple: decide where one poem ends
and the next begins.
Sounds easy, right? <Insert evil laugh here>
You can mark your guess by simply inserting a blank line
between "poems". The originals were mercifully short by Will's
"standards" and none of them had strophe breaks. Apparently, the
"inspiration" had become dessicated in the back pocket of his bell
bottoms while they dried on the heating vent; thus, it burned too
hot to require any relighting.
Good luck!
colin, now you know how much i don't like to disagree with people, but i must
take umbrage to your calling these...writings (for lack of a better metaphor)
"poems."
In my own defence, let me say that, like you and the original
poster, I was very careful to enclose "poems" in quotation marks
so that no reader would think that I was using the word's normal,
literal meaning. Ditto for "standards". I trust that you agree
with the need for careful designation of all such euphemisms.

Always thinking of the children,

Colin
Post by j r sherman
there really is no clear-cut opinion as to what they actually are.
scientists at major universities and places of research have spent hundreds of
thousands of working hours trying to come up with a conclusive answer as to what
these writings of dockery's are, to no avail.
but for certain, "poetry" was ruled out as a possibility somewhere around the
first 3 minutes of the research process.
i know your mistake was an honest one, but think of the dangers of your
accidental comment! what if some unsuspecting person were to read just the first
part of this post, without reading the entire message? they MAY actually leave
here with the idea that dockery writes...(how can i say it?) "poetry"???
i don't know if you could have lived with yourself if you thought you had given
the idea to others (however innocent your remarks may have been) that dockery
wrote anything more than unspeakable shit, am i right?
like i said, it was an honest mistake, but we must try to strive to be accurate
in these matters...one wrong turn of a phrase and some innocent person might
actually believe that dockery posts "poems" here. think of the damage that could
do to the innocent people of the world!
thanks for your time. regardless of the objections i posted above, i fully
support the efforts of this post.
sincerely,
j r sherman
Post by Colin Ward
Toys toys toys,
among these flowers.
Little Angel,
shaven and beautiful,
falls, smacks her behind on the cement
a couple of times.
She's mystical, punk,
and her magic transforms this street
to Bourbon Street.
Three lesbian pirates walk by,
Spaniard girls,
far east traders.
I think of Edith the bag lady,
she's bored with her bags,
her bag is to split me open,
tear me apart with pleasure,
but I am far far away.
Three weeks now in a rainbow town,
living with the Lion and his silver lady.
There's art,
Joseph on his bicycle,
grampa singing his heart out.
But my grampa's in heaven with a ballpeen hammer,
breaking all the mirrors.
Skulls, crossbones,
the Raven does cross stitch, Two Flagler blondes pass,
I look up from my writing just in time.
I see them looking back smiling,
my heart skips a beat.
There is art, the wind is artistic,
the colors so very perfect.
Silver moon like no other,
people shifting and speaking.
Artist ladies,
a street that comes inward.
Cacaphony of music, shout, sounds,
jazz blowing in the wind over my head.
Fast Chicago blues from the tavern,
cars and yells and click clack,
walking sounds and the whir of wind.
Jarrod and Dawn have closed the coffee shop,
so I sit ---.
Then a car Hypoltia rushes by with 70's soul blast,
fast and then it's gone.
I saw death on Saint George Street,
in the doorway of the tavern,
on All Hallows Eve.
Electric fire blood,
remembering Megan's crystals,
spoken of in her poetry.
Moonchild native of the dreamtown.
Going on with a spiral of thought,
remembering golden Elaine.
Flash of sparks of memory,
unfolded to other causes and times.
Problematic possibilities,
paranoic perspective,
peopled by children in an ancient city.
She's bored with her bags.
Her bag is to split me open,
tear me apart with pleasure,
but I am far far away.
Ten mama birds --- pelicans,
flying in formation, following daddy.
Sitting on the rocks
is Stoneman the Cat.
Watching for fish,
sniffing for Ravens,
brunettes are his favorite dish
Ah, you grren eyed little fiend,
my friend, have a hamburger,
strut your tail
Primordial predatory animal.
Grey goatee --- jump up on the table,
you purr like a Harley.
You nuzzle on my pen ---
I'm trying to write, cat!
While you wanna sleep on my arm.
Dream well, Pison.
As I told you before,
as I told her before.
You two are filled with similarities.
A wrinkle in time,
one of he favorites.
She was in love with Bob Dylan,
saw him in Athens in '89.
Your green eyes,
completely different yet similar.
No not the same at all.
I loved you both once opon a time,
you are both part of the past.
Gone forever.
You both have the firey passion...
in both love, lust and hate.
I have seen and felt these,
in you and in her.
We used to talk all night,
we three,
you and her and I.
Now we hardly talk at all.
Overwhelming sudden love,
now overwhelming distance.
As I told you before,
as I told her before,
you two are filled with similarities.
You both haunt me tonight.
Answers at: http://www.angelfire.com/al2/dockery/index.html
------------------------------------------------------------------
"A sad tale's best for winter: I have one
Of sprites and goblins."
------------------------------------------------------------------
j r sherman
2004-05-04 19:23:36 UTC
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Permalink
Post by Colin Ward
Post by j r sherman
Post by Colin Ward
Post by Xomicron
Ok, how many of you people who hang out in these poetry newsgroups actually
like Will Dockery's "poems"?
None. Occasionally a troll will drop a complimentary word.
This is the Usenet equivalent of the school cafeteria prank of
dropping a coin into the jukebox, selecting "Orange Blossom
Special", and bolting for the exit. Occasionally, a newbie who
has never read a poem before will say something profound like
"neato" or "kewl, dude" (such technical language is the mark of
a serious poetry critic, I'm sure). Once this newcomer reads a
poem by anyone else, though, s/he immediately outgrows the Dockery.
While Will will, from time to time, chance upon an interesting
line, he invariably buries it under what others have described
as "unspeakable shit". Even more aggravating to a reader are his
Will's line breaks are determined strictly by toke.
Strophe breaks are occasioned by a need to relight the hash pipe.
Each poem ends when he finishes his stash.
THE WILL DOCKERY CHALLENGE
The following are three "poems" written, posted and reposted
ad nauseum by Will. They appeared in exactly this order on his
web site. The challenge is simple: decide where one poem ends
and the next begins.
Sounds easy, right? <Insert evil laugh here>
You can mark your guess by simply inserting a blank line
between "poems". The originals were mercifully short by Will's
"standards" and none of them had strophe breaks. Apparently, the
"inspiration" had become dessicated in the back pocket of his bell
bottoms while they dried on the heating vent; thus, it burned too
hot to require any relighting.
Good luck!
colin, now you know how much i don't like to disagree with people, but i must
take umbrage to your calling these...writings (for lack of a better metaphor)
"poems."
In my own defence, let me say that, like you and the original
poster, I was very careful to enclose "poems" in quotation marks
so that no reader would think that I was using the word's normal,
literal meaning. Ditto for "standards". I trust that you agree
with the need for careful designation of all such euphemisms.
Always thinking of the children,
Colin
Colin,

please forgive me if i came across as being a might "over-wrought" on this
issue. i was merely concerned, as well you know, that someone might get the idea
that dockery writes.... poetry. and i wanted to make sure that a mistake like
that is never made. i'm sure you understand.

i agree with you absolutely, and i know that you're ALWAYS thinking of the
children. but one can never be TOO diligent when comes to protecting the
innocent from the idea that dockery writes poetry. he does not. it is merely our
duty to remind the world and protect the innocent.

much thanks,

love and kisses,

j r "god told him he had to" sherman

------------------------------------------------------------------
"A sad tale's best for winter: I have one
Of sprites and goblins."
------------------------------------------------------------------
Colin Ward
2004-05-04 20:37:06 UTC
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Permalink
Post by j r sherman
Post by Colin Ward
Post by j r sherman
Post by Colin Ward
Post by Xomicron
Ok, how many of you people who hang out in these poetry newsgroups actually
like Will Dockery's "poems"?
None. Occasionally a troll will drop a complimentary word.
This is the Usenet equivalent of the school cafeteria prank of
dropping a coin into the jukebox, selecting "Orange Blossom
Special", and bolting for the exit. Occasionally, a newbie who
has never read a poem before will say something profound like
"neato" or "kewl, dude" (such technical language is the mark of
a serious poetry critic, I'm sure). Once this newcomer reads a
poem by anyone else, though, s/he immediately outgrows the Dockery.
While Will will, from time to time, chance upon an interesting
line, he invariably buries it under what others have described
as "unspeakable shit". Even more aggravating to a reader are his
Will's line breaks are determined strictly by toke.
Strophe breaks are occasioned by a need to relight the hash pipe.
Each poem ends when he finishes his stash.
THE WILL DOCKERY CHALLENGE
The following are three "poems" written, posted and reposted
ad nauseum by Will. They appeared in exactly this order on his
web site. The challenge is simple: decide where one poem ends
and the next begins.
Sounds easy, right? <Insert evil laugh here>
You can mark your guess by simply inserting a blank line
between "poems". The originals were mercifully short by Will's
"standards" and none of them had strophe breaks. Apparently, the
"inspiration" had become dessicated in the back pocket of his bell
bottoms while they dried on the heating vent; thus, it burned too
hot to require any relighting.
Good luck!
colin, now you know how much i don't like to disagree with people, but i must
take umbrage to your calling these...writings (for lack of a better metaphor)
"poems."
In my own defence, let me say that, like you and the original
poster, I was very careful to enclose "poems" in quotation marks
so that no reader would think that I was using the word's normal,
literal meaning. Ditto for "standards". I trust that you agree
with the need for careful designation of all such euphemisms.
Always thinking of the children,
Colin
Colin,
please forgive me if i came across as being a might "over-wrought" on this
issue. i was merely concerned, as well you know, that someone might get the idea
that dockery writes.... poetry.
But wherever would they get this impression? Not from our
careful use of quotation marks (which would be redundant if his
work could be mistaken for poetry). Not from anything you, I
or the original poster has said. And, most certainly, not from
anything that Will has ever posted. Am I right, or am I right?

Sharing your concern,

Colin
Post by j r sherman
and i wanted to make sure that a mistake like
that is never made. i'm sure you understand.
i agree with you absolutely, and i know that you're ALWAYS thinking of the
children. but one can never be TOO diligent when comes to protecting the
innocent from the idea that dockery writes poetry. he does not. it is merely our
duty to remind the world and protect the innocent.
much thanks,
love and kisses,
j r "god told him he had to" sherman
------------------------------------------------------------------
"A sad tale's best for winter: I have one
Of sprites and goblins."
------------------------------------------------------------------
j r sherman
2004-05-04 21:07:01 UTC
Reply
Permalink
Post by Colin Ward
Post by j r sherman
Post by Colin Ward
Post by j r sherman
Post by Colin Ward
Post by Xomicron
Ok, how many of you people who hang out in these poetry newsgroups actually
like Will Dockery's "poems"?
None. Occasionally a troll will drop a complimentary word.
This is the Usenet equivalent of the school cafeteria prank of
dropping a coin into the jukebox, selecting "Orange Blossom
Special", and bolting for the exit. Occasionally, a newbie who
has never read a poem before will say something profound like
"neato" or "kewl, dude" (such technical language is the mark of
a serious poetry critic, I'm sure). Once this newcomer reads a
poem by anyone else, though, s/he immediately outgrows the Dockery.
While Will will, from time to time, chance upon an interesting
line, he invariably buries it under what others have described
as "unspeakable shit". Even more aggravating to a reader are his
Will's line breaks are determined strictly by toke.
Strophe breaks are occasioned by a need to relight the hash pipe.
Each poem ends when he finishes his stash.
THE WILL DOCKERY CHALLENGE
The following are three "poems" written, posted and reposted
ad nauseum by Will. They appeared in exactly this order on his
web site. The challenge is simple: decide where one poem ends
and the next begins.
Sounds easy, right? <Insert evil laugh here>
You can mark your guess by simply inserting a blank line
between "poems". The originals were mercifully short by Will's
"standards" and none of them had strophe breaks. Apparently, the
"inspiration" had become dessicated in the back pocket of his bell
bottoms while they dried on the heating vent; thus, it burned too
hot to require any relighting.
Good luck!
colin, now you know how much i don't like to disagree with people, but i must
take umbrage to your calling these...writings (for lack of a better metaphor)
"poems."
In my own defence, let me say that, like you and the original
poster, I was very careful to enclose "poems" in quotation marks
so that no reader would think that I was using the word's normal,
literal meaning. Ditto for "standards". I trust that you agree
with the need for careful designation of all such euphemisms.
Always thinking of the children,
Colin
Colin,
please forgive me if i came across as being a might "over-wrought" on this
issue. i was merely concerned, as well you know, that someone might get the idea
that dockery writes.... poetry.
But wherever would they get this impression? Not from our
careful use of quotation marks (which would be redundant if his
work could be mistaken for poetry). Not from anything you, I
or the original poster has said. And, most certainly, not from
anything that Will has ever posted. Am I right, or am I right?
Sharing your concern,
Colin
not at all. i was over-wrought at the moment, do forgive my overreaction. i was
merely afraid that some lesser creature might, shall we say, not understand your
irony and claim, perhaps, that you said something to the effect that dockery
writes poetry.

of course if anyone should make such a claim about you, thereby smearing your
good name, i would be forced to kill them.

instantly.

so do forgive my overraction. you know how scary i find the idea that someone
might get the impression that dockery writes poetry...

i tend to get over excited, as you know.

love and kisses,

j r sherman



------------------------------------------------------------------
"A sad tale's best for winter: I have one
Of sprites and goblins."
------------------------------------------------------------------
Will Dockery
2014-10-26 22:59:15 UTC
Reply
Permalink
Post by Colin Ward
Will's line breaks are determined strictly by toke.
Strophe breaks are occasioned by a need to relight the hash pipe.
Each poem ends when he finishes his stash.
THE WILL DOCKERY CHALLENGE
The following are three poems written and posted
by Will. They appeared in exactly this order on his
web site. The challenge is simple: decide where one poem ends
and the next begins.
You can mark your guess by simply inserting a blank line
between poems.
Toys toys toys,
among these flowers.
Little Angel,
shaven and beautiful,
falls, smacks her behind on the cement
a couple of times.
She's mystical, punk,
and her magic transforms this street
to Bourbon Street.
Three lesbian pirates walk by,
Spaniard girls,
far east traders.
I think of Edith the bag lady,
she's bored with her bags,
her bag is to split me open,
tear me apart with pleasure,
but I am far far away.
Three weeks now in a rainbow town,
living with the Lion and his silver lady.
There's art,
Joseph on his bicycle,
grampa singing his heart out.
But my grampa's in heaven with a ball-peen hammer,
breaking all the mirrors.
Skulls, crossbones,
the Raven does cross stitch, Two Flagler blondes pass,
I look up from my writing just in time.
I see them looking back smiling,
my heart skips a beat.
There is art, the wind is artistic,
the colors so very perfect.
Silver moon like no other,
people shifting and speaking.
Artist ladies,
a street that comes inward.
Cacaphony of music, shout, sounds,
jazz blowing in the wind over my head.
Fast Chicago blues from the tavern,
cars and yells and click clack,
walking sounds and the whir of wind.
Jarrod and Dawn have closed the coffee shop,
so I sit ---.
Then a car Hypoltia rushes by with 70's soul blast,
fast and then it's gone.
I saw death on Saint George Street,
in the doorway of the tavern,
on All Hallows Eve.
Electric fire blood,
remembering Megan's crystals,
spoken of in her poetry.
Moonchild native of the dreamtown.
Going on with a spiral of thought,
remembering golden Elaine.
Flash of sparks of memory,
unfolded to other causes and times.
Problematic possibilities,
paranoic perspective,
peopled by children in an ancient city.
She's bored with her bags.
Her bag is to split me open,
tear me apart with pleasure,
but I am far far away.
Ten mama birds --- pelicans,
flying in formation, following daddy.
Sitting on the rocks
is Stoneman the Cat.
Watching for fish,
sniffing for Ravens,
brunettes are his favorite dish
Ah, you grren eyed little fiend,
my friend, have a hamburger,
strut your tail
Primordial predatory animal.
Grey goatee --- jump up on the table,
you purr like a Harley.
You nuzzle on my pen ---
I'm trying to write, cat!
While you wanna sleep on my arm.
Dream well, Pison.
As I told you before,
as I told her before.
You two are filled with similarities.
A wrinkle in time,
one of he favorites.
She was in love with Bob Dylan,
saw him in Athens in '89.
Your green eyes,
completely different yet similar.
No not the same at all.
I loved you both once opon a time,
you are both part of the past.
Gone forever.
You both have the firey passion...
in both love, lust and hate.
I have seen and felt these,
in you and in her.
We used to talk all night,
we three,
you and her and I.
Now we hardly talk at all.
Overwhelming sudden love,
now overwhelming distance.
As I told you before,
as I told her before,
you two are filled with similarities.
You both haunt me tonight.
-Will Dockery
Answers at: http://www.angelfire.com/al2/dockery/index.html
And, yes! Over 15 years old and the website above is still up!

For newer poetry and songs, come here:

Check out "Twilight Girl / Will Dockery & Henry Conley - http://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery/song/17680972-twilight-girl-w-dockery--h-conley
Zinc
2004-05-04 17:18:59 UTC
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Post by Xomicron
Ok, how many of you people who hang out in these poetry newsgroups actually
like Will Dockery's "poems"?
Silly, he hasn't written one yet. But the landscape of banality he's
constructed by meticulously omitting every possible interesting thought or
image in a vaguely 'poetic' form has to be worth noting. Maybe there should
be something in the Guinness book for record-breaking droning in written
form.

Z~
Will Dockery
2004-05-04 19:18:26 UTC
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Post by Xomicron
Ok, how many of you people who hang out in these poetry newsgroups actually
like Will Dockery's "poems"?
Yes, as easily expected, this thread is, and will continue to be for a
good long while, a feeding frenzy, a mass-bash, on me.

Line up, and take your shots: I can take the blows. In fact, I've
added a few extra poetry newsgroups into the thread, added fun for
all.

I'll stick to posting actual poems, and leave this thread to the mob.
Will

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j r sherman
2004-05-04 19:25:50 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Post by Xomicron
Ok, how many of you people who hang out in these poetry newsgroups actually
like Will Dockery's "poems"?
Yes, as easily expected, this thread is, and will continue to be for a
good long while, a feeding frenzy, a mass-bash, on me.
if you would post some poetry maybe you wouldn't be so "bashed", as it were.
Post by Will Dockery
Line up, and take your shots: I can take the blows. In fact, I've
added a few extra poetry newsgroups into the thread, added fun for
all.
I'll stick to posting actual poems,
that would be new.

love and kisses,

j r sherman

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Of sprites and goblins."
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pandora
2004-05-04 23:00:24 UTC
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says...
Post by Will Dockery
Post by Xomicron
Ok, how many of you people who hang out in these poetry newsgroups actually
like Will Dockery's "poems"?
Yes, as easily expected, this thread is, and will continue to be for a
good long while, a feeding frenzy, a mass-bash, on me.
if you would post some poetry maybe you wouldn't be so "bashed", as it were.
Truly? I don't think so. Even if you don't like what Will writes and find
yourself unable to call it "poetry", that doesn't condone the bashing of him
that occurs.

Marg
Post by j r sherman
Post by Will Dockery
Line up, and take your shots: I can take the blows. In fact, I've
added a few extra poetry newsgroups into the thread, added fun for
all.
I'll stick to posting actual poems,
that would be new.
love and kisses,
j r sherman
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"A sad tale's best for winter: I have one
Of sprites and goblins."
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Ricky Moreno
2004-05-05 04:00:49 UTC
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Post by Xomicron
Ok, how many of you people who hang out in these poetry newsgroups actually
like Will Dockery's "poems"?
Yes, as easily expected, this thread is, and will continue to be for a
good long while, a feeding frenzy, a mass-bash, on me.
next question? do you mean your name is easily expected this thread is ?
how should i know.
Post by Will Dockery
Line up, and take your shots: I can take the blows.
how far up?
where do you want me to take it?
Post by Will Dockery
In fact, I've
added a few extra poetry newsgroups into the thread, added fun for
all.
is that a fact. why?: will said he have added a few extra poetry newsgroups
into the thread added fun for all.
Post by Will Dockery
I'll stick to posting actual poems, and leave this thread to the mob.
i haven't heard anything like that before: will said he will stick to
posting actual poems.
ttyl, will .
Post by Will Dockery
Will
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it could happen.
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Xomicron
2004-05-05 04:35:56 UTC
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I'll stick to posting actual poems,
Let us know when you get to that point.
Glitch 42
2004-05-05 04:53:06 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
I'll stick to posting actual poems,
Let us know when you get to that point.
Will, these ever so predictable responses from your
moron following are the thing about you that I dislike
the most...

I killfile them as they come, but keep wondering
why you respond.

If you don't, they will usually go away, since it is
just human nature.

Oh well... :-)

How's Amber?

Does she have a smile that can sell pizza?
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pandora
2004-05-05 07:50:19 UTC
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I'll stick to posting actual poems,
Let us know when you get to that point.
Probably before you do.
Will Dockery
2004-05-05 19:48:16 UTC
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From: ***@webtv.net
Date: 5 May 2004 14:51:17 -0400

Some times I wish you poets~You and Dylan~ would explain what your
writing is about as in:

1.What is a Left Handed Summer?~Is that like a left handed Cat of a
Left
Handed Dog?
or a Left Handed Winter~maybe it's about some one masturbating?

2.think you should rewrite to get rid of the words that don't add
anything to the poem and detract from the good stuff, images. but know
you have a new style~people gave e.e.cummings~ a hard time about his
new
style....

3.In Dylan's "Series of Dreams" which I like to listen to as sometimes
I
hate my dreams and they feel like they are real~what does this
mean~"Dreams where the umbrella is folded
into the path you are hurled" and the rest of this part of this song~
is
that your "conscious mind" as a filter is not on? This song sounds
like he put the lyrics on top on Buddy Holly's "Peggy Sue" in series
of
drums. like both songs~
~
jn

*** Ah, thanks, jn, for a thoughtful response, the first one in God
knows how long. I was on the way out the door to scrabble up a few
bucks at the pizza joint when I found this. I'll be back later tonight
and hopefully get into these points with you.

Interesting you mention "Series Of Dreams": last night when performing
with Henry & The Chronics, we did a cover of "Series Of Dreams"--- I
sang it in a gravelly Tom Waits style, which worked well--- love that
song, and like you, the dreams are very real when I'm in them...
sometimes wish I could trade places with that Will Dockery of the
dream/movie permanently, sometimes... I "Wake up and scream!"...
anyhow, later.
Will
Ricky Moreno
2004-05-05 20:00:30 UTC
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Date: 5 May 2004 14:51:17 -0400
Some times I wish you poets~You and Dylan~ would explain what your
1.What is a Left Handed Summer?~Is that like a left handed Cat of a
Left
Handed Dog?
or a Left Handed Winter~maybe it's about some one masturbating?
2.think you should rewrite to get rid of the words that don't add
anything to the poem and detract from the good stuff, images. but know
you have a new style~people gave e.e.cummings~ a hard time about his
new
style....
3.In Dylan's "Series of Dreams" which I like to listen to as sometimes
I
hate my dreams and they feel like they are real~what does this
mean~"Dreams where the umbrella is folded
into the path you are hurled" and the rest of this part of this song~
is
that your "conscious mind" as a filter is not on? This song sounds
like he put the lyrics on top on Buddy Holly's "Peggy Sue" in series
of
drums. like both songs~
~
jn
*** Ah, thanks, jn, for a thoughtful response, the first one in God
knows how long. I was on the way out the door to scrabble up a few
bucks at the pizza joint when I found this. I'll be back later tonight
and hopefully get into these points with you.
Interesting you mention "Series Of Dreams": last night when performing
with Henry & The Chronics, we did a cover of "Series Of Dreams"--- I
sang it in a gravelly Tom Waits style, which worked well--- love that
song, and like you, the dreams are very real when I'm in them...
sometimes wish I could trade places with that Will Dockery of the
dream/movie permanently, sometimes... I "Wake up and scream!"...
anyhow, later.
Will
--
Poetry is a joke
Will Dockery
2014-10-29 08:30:36 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Some times I wish you poets~You and Dylan~ would explain what your
1.What is a Left Handed Summer?~Is that like a left handed Cat of a
Left
Handed Dog?
or a Left Handed Winter~maybe it's about some one masturbating?
2.think you should rewrite to get rid of the words that don't add
anything to the poem and detract from the good stuff, images. but know
you have a new style~people gave e.e.cummings~ a hard time about his
new
style....
3.In Dylan's "Series of Dreams" which I like to listen to as sometimes
I
hate my dreams and they feel like they are real~what does this
mean~"Dreams where the umbrella is folded
into the path you are hurled" and the rest of this part of this song~
is
that your "conscious mind" as a filter is not on? This song sounds
like he put the lyrics on top on Buddy Holly's "Peggy Sue" in series
of
drums. like both songs~
~
jn
*** Ah, thanks, jn, for a thoughtful response, the first one in God
knows how long. I was on the way out the door to scrabble up a few
bucks at the pizza joint when I found this. I'll be back later tonight
and hopefully get into these points with you.
Interesting you mention "Series Of Dreams": last night when performing
with Henry Conley (& Friends), we did a cover of "Series Of Dreams"--- I
sang it in a gravelly Tom Waits style, which worked well--- love that
song, and like you, the dreams are very real when I'm in them...
sometimes wish I could trade places with that Will Dockery of the
dream/movie permanently, sometimes... I "Wake up and scream!"...
anyhow, later.
Will
--
Poetry is a joke
As Woody Allen said "Sex is dirty... if you're doing it right."

So, you have at least a metaphorical point.
--
"All autobiography is storytelling, all writing is autobiography. Some of it is very autobiographical, some of it is less. I take my own experiences and then use my imagination to embroider them. I call back old memories and add new ones on top to make it a song." -Mick Jagger
Check out "Idol Hour Night / Will Dockery-Brian Mallard-Jack Snipe" - http://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery/song/15928895-idol-hour-night--dockery-mallard
Ricky Moreno
2004-05-05 06:07:04 UTC
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Post by Xomicron
Ok, how many of you people who hang out in these poetry newsgroups actually
like Will Dockery's "poems"?
Yes, as easily expected, this thread is, and will continue to be for a
good long while, a feeding frenzy, a mass-bash, on me.
ok. do you mean your name is easily expected this thread is ?
does it really matter.
Post by Will Dockery
Line up, and take your shots: I can take the blows.
how far up?
where do you want me to take it?
Post by Will Dockery
In fact, I've
added a few extra poetry newsgroups into the thread, added fun for
all.
is that a fact. that is interesting: will said he have added a few extra
poetry newsgroups into the thread added fun for all.
Post by Will Dockery
I'll stick to posting actual poems, and leave this thread to the mob.
thanks for the information: will said he will stick to posting actual
poems.
ttyl, will .
Post by Will Dockery
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i can't say for sure right now.
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Will Dockery
2004-05-04 20:08:20 UTC
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I just thought of a good use for this thread, that'll help me carry my
poetry to perhaps larger numbers: I can repost my favorite works here,
poem by poem, and have them available in one handy thread.

When someone punches in "Will Dockery" on the search engine, this
thread will likely appear near the top, perhaps even eventually at the
top.

I'll start with "Dream Tears":

Dream Tears by Will Dockery

Dream Tears
Spanish guitar flutters.
It was 1895 or so,
I was in a dream.
I met my bride on Saint George Street,
sweet brown nameless bride.
In the big clapboard city market house,
train station dream place.
Her eyes and smile,
her sparkle of wit, my dream wife.
We sit with happy conversation.
Across the huge room,
I see the drunken unreconstructed rebel.
Swearing and pushing people.
I nod to her
that it's time for us to slide.
We cut through the side room bar area,
crowded ---
I look back,
my heart sinks,
She is not behind me.
I don't see her anywhere,
among these happy ghosts.
I step out on this street,
waiting, looking,
no sign of her.
I step back in.
Coming through the opposite
far entrance I see...
The parade of proud klansmen.
It all becomes clear to me,
they took her.
My sweet smiling nameless bride.
I step back onto Saint George street,
salt breeze and fish smell in the air.
I sit with a group of fellow ghosts,
beaten and grey under an awning,
and I cry --- floods and torrents of tears.
Spanish guitar flutters.


-Will Dockery (c)2002

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ironywaves
j r sherman
2004-05-04 20:20:50 UTC
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In article <***@posting.google.com>, Will Dockery
says...
Post by Will Dockery
I just thought of a good use for this thread, that'll help me carry my
poetry to perhaps larger numbers: I can repost my favorite works here,
poem by poem, and have them available in one handy thread.
when are you going to post some poetry?

i think we're all curious.

love and kisses,

j r sherman

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"A sad tale's best for winter: I have one
Of sprites and goblins."
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Ricky Moreno
2004-05-05 04:10:20 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
I just thought of a good use for this thread, that'll help me carry my
poetry to perhaps larger numbers: I can repost my favorite works here,
poem by poem, and have them available in one handy thread.
When someone punches in "Will Dockery" on the search engine, this
thread will likely appear near the top, perhaps even eventually at the
top.
Dream Tears by Will Dockery
Dream Tears
Spanish guitar flutters.
It was 1895 or so,
I was in a dream.
I met my bride on Saint George Street,
sweet brown nameless bride.
In the big clapboard city market house,
train station dream place.
Her eyes and smile,
her sparkle of wit, my dream wife.
We sit with happy conversation.
Across the huge room,
I see the drunken unreconstructed rebel.
Swearing and pushing people.
I nod to her
that it's time for us to slide.
We cut through the side room bar area,
crowded ---
I look back,
my heart sinks,
She is not behind me.
I don't see her anywhere,
among these happy ghosts.
I step out on this street,
waiting, looking,
no sign of her.
I step back in.
Coming through the opposite
far entrance I see...
The parade of proud klansmen.
It all becomes clear to me,
they took her.
My sweet smiling nameless bride.
I step back onto Saint George street,
salt breeze and fish smell in the air.
I sit with a group of fellow ghosts,
beaten and grey under an awning,
and I cry --- floods and torrents of tears.
Spanish guitar flutters.
-Will Dockery (c)2002
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ironywaves
--
Poetry is a joke
Ricky Moreno
2004-05-05 06:16:34 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
I just thought of a good use for this thread, that'll help me carry my
poetry to perhaps larger numbers: I can repost my favorite works here,
poem by poem, and have them available in one handy thread.
When someone punches in "Will Dockery" on the search engine, this
thread will likely appear near the top, perhaps even eventually at the
top.
Dream Tears by Will Dockery
Dream Tears
Spanish guitar flutters.
It was 1895 or so,
I was in a dream.
I met my bride on Saint George Street,
sweet brown nameless bride.
In the big clapboard city market house,
train station dream place.
Her eyes and smile,
her sparkle of wit, my dream wife.
We sit with happy conversation.
Across the huge room,
I see the drunken unreconstructed rebel.
Swearing and pushing people.
I nod to her
that it's time for us to slide.
We cut through the side room bar area,
crowded ---
I look back,
my heart sinks,
She is not behind me.
I don't see her anywhere,
among these happy ghosts.
I step out on this street,
waiting, looking,
no sign of her.
I step back in.
Coming through the opposite
far entrance I see...
The parade of proud klansmen.
It all becomes clear to me,
they took her.
My sweet smiling nameless bride.
I step back onto Saint George street,
salt breeze and fish smell in the air.
I sit with a group of fellow ghosts,
beaten and grey under an awning,
and I cry --- floods and torrents of tears.
Spanish guitar flutters.
-Will Dockery (c)2002
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ironywaves
--
Poetry is a joke
Cainman
2004-05-04 21:10:48 UTC
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Post by Xomicron
Ok, how many of you people who hang out in these poetry newsgroups actually
like Will Dockery's "poems"?
Yes, as easily expected, this thread is, and will continue to be for a
good long while, a feeding frenzy, a mass-bash, on me.
So what you're saying is that you AREN'T a bad poet really, you're just
trolling. That's just as bad, Will. And I believe you're lying about not
being a bad poet.
Post by Will Dockery
Line up, and take your shots: I can take the blows. In fact, I've
added a few extra poetry newsgroups into the thread, added fun for
all.
You suck as a poet and you suck as a troll, Will.
Post by Will Dockery
I'll stick to posting actual poems, and leave this thread to the mob.
Will
Okey-dokey Will.
Will Dockery
2004-05-04 23:01:43 UTC
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great. where's the poetry?

love and kisses,

j r sherman

Here's a poem for you, JR:

Elephant Girl On Rankin.

Jesus' consort
statuesque beauty blindfolded
labia lipped skyscraper built on the spot
built where Lady Katherine lived
the whorehouse grocery
at the edge of linwood Cemetary.

Old money still spins well
spends well.

Northside skyline of many colored glass
Fort Darkness walled in
the giant Temple of Mars visible
from behind the walls, silvery, ancient.

The glittering war machines and masks
not so visible.

Elephant Girl and silver skinned alien
sit with the projector.
Other worlds surround them.
Scattered money all over them.

A pyramid built from colored bells.
Clocks and machinery---
I can see from on high.

A giant housefly feeds on Green Island.

They stand and face West
as Jesus surveys Lee County
from on high.

Jesus' little sidekick
looks so lonely
dressed in Papal robes, booklet of poems
and a big cross in his arms.

They're aware of the train wreck
near Goat rock
insturments spilled from the boxcar.

Liquid bubble cube
ancient animal bones
other things, colored ceramic
at Jesus' feet.

Jesus prepares to start up
and operate the Holy Machine.

They've turned their backs
on Shadowville
with its bells and jars,
cars, cupid and crowns,
chains, old clocks, an hour glass.

Elephant Girl, happy in her bathing suit
floating on a cloud.

-Will Dockery
j r sherman
2004-05-04 23:27:41 UTC
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In article <***@posting.google.com>, Will Dockery
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Post by j r sherman
great. where's the poetry?
love and kisses,
j r sherman
seriously, dockery, i thought you said you were going to post some poetry???

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"A sad tale's best for winter: I have one
Of sprites and goblins."
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Cainman
2004-05-05 01:25:11 UTC
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great. where's the poetry?
love and kisses,
j r sherman
Elephant Girl On Rankin.
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That sounds more like "Will Dockery On Cocaine."
Ricky Moreno
2004-05-05 06:43:53 UTC
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great. where's the poetry?
love and kisses,
j r sherman
Elephant Girl On Rankin.
Jesus' consort
statuesque beauty blindfolded
labia lipped skyscraper built on the spot
built where Lady Katherine lived
the whorehouse grocery
at the edge of linwood Cemetary.
Old money still spins well
spends well.
Northside skyline of many colored glass
Fort Darkness walled in
the giant Temple of Mars visible
from behind the walls, silvery, ancient.
The glittering war machines and masks
not so visible.
Elephant Girl and silver skinned alien
sit with the projector.
Other worlds surround them.
Scattered money all over them.
A pyramid built from colored bells.
Clocks and machinery---
I can see from on high.
A giant housefly feeds on Green Island.
They stand and face West
as Jesus surveys Lee County
from on high.
Jesus' little sidekick
looks so lonely
dressed in Papal robes, booklet of poems
and a big cross in his arms.
They're aware of the train wreck
near Goat rock
insturments spilled from the boxcar.
Liquid bubble cube
ancient animal bones
other things, colored ceramic
at Jesus' feet.
Jesus prepares to start up
and operate the Holy Machine.
They've turned their backs
on Shadowville
with its bells and jars,
cars, cupid and crowns,
chains, old clocks, an hour glass.
Elephant Girl, happy in her bathing suit
floating on a cloud.
-Will Dockery
--
Poetry is a joke
Meat-->Plow
2004-05-05 11:29:56 UTC
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Elephant Girl On Rankin.
Jesus' consort
statuesque beauty blindfolded
labia lipped skyscraper built on the spot
built where Lady Katherine lived
the whorehouse grocery
at the edge of linwood Cemetary.
Old money still spins well
spends well.
Northside skyline of many colored glass
Fort Darkness walled in
the giant Temple of Mars visible
from behind the walls, silvery, ancient.
[SNIP]

Better clean out the crack pipe Will. You need to inhale some oxygen along
-with- the crack smoke lest you kill any remaining brain cells.
Cainman
2004-05-05 19:06:33 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Elephant Girl On Rankin.
Jesus' consort
statuesque beauty blindfolded
labia lipped skyscraper built on the spot
built where Lady Katherine lived
the whorehouse grocery
at the edge of linwood Cemetary.
Old money still spins well
spends well.
Northside skyline of many colored glass
Fort Darkness walled in
the giant Temple of Mars visible
from behind the walls, silvery, ancient.
[SNIP]
Better clean out the crack pipe Will. You need to inhale some oxygen along
-with- the crack smoke lest you kill any remaining brain cells.
Too late.
Meat-->Plow
2004-05-04 11:22:56 UTC
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Retouched Evil.
BWAH
Post by Will Dockery
A note yesterday,
weaponry made her cry.
Pass the gate,
for a glimpse of her,
over time and over miles.
BWAHAHAH
Post by Will Dockery
Travelling the solid kingdom,
sign desire nine lights right through.
This net is burning for you!
BWAHAHAHAHAHAH
Post by Will Dockery
Nothing is within,
is your soul a wheel?
Rule the land of Frost Giants,
eyes red from the tears?
Love cannot exist without us,
ride the warm kiss.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
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You envelop me,
electric flow in your sway.
This here picture frame,
I will be there to love you forever,
outpour heart and disappear.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
Post by Will Dockery
Think of you every hour,
six times a day.
The night is dark politics,
the shining outlaw is righteous.
BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
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-Will Dockery
Thanks for the laugh Will.
Will Dockery
2018-12-09 21:36:25 UTC
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Another poem from the "Motor-Bike" era, while I'm at that point in the archives.

😊
General Zod
2018-12-09 22:20:05 UTC
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Retouched Evil.
A note yesterday,
weaponry made her cry.
Pass the gate,
for a glimpse of her,
over time and over miles.
Travelling the solid kingdom,
sign desire nine lights right through.
This net is burning for you!
Nothing is within,
is your soul a wheel?
Rule the land of Frost Giants,
eyes red from the tears?
Love cannot exist without us,
ride the warm kiss.
You envelop me,
electric flow in your sway.
This here picture frame,
I will be there to love you forever,
outpour heart and disappear.
Think of you every hour,
six times a day.
The night is dark politics,
the shining outlaw is righteous.
-Will Dockery
http://www.lulu.com/content/29085
I remember this one slightly...................
Will Dockery
2018-12-10 03:53:33 UTC
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It was rather obscure, Zod.
Will Dockery
2018-12-10 16:54:22 UTC
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Yes, this was a rather obscure poem of mine, Zod.
Will Dockery
2019-04-18 01:11:16 UTC
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That old dog slurper Pendragon.

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