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Like A Bluebird / a poem by Will Dockery
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Will Dockery
2017-08-24 14:25:13 UTC
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Like A Bluebird

Hearing a beat,
raggae across the street.
Little whistle from a tree,
that girl is calling me.
Looking for a Witch,
down at the Station Hotel.
stare at the big bell tower,
and a little man ringing the bell.

She flies like a bluebird,
Geno's on the plane.
Blue on blue on a skyline
walkabout dream in the rain.

Something about her,
she read the clover runes.
She came from a metal place,
a land of sand dunes.
I needed her help,
to unlock the key.
Something was strangling
inside of me.

She flies like a bluebird,
Geno's on the plane.
Blue on blue on a skylark,
walkabout dream in the rain.

Putty in her hand,
for ceramics.
She made clay pots
and saxophone reeds.

Hearing a beat,
raggae across the street.
Little whistle from a tree,
that girl is calling me.
Looking for a Witch,
down at the Station Hotel.
I stare at the big bell tower,
and the little man that rings the bell.

She flies like a bluebird,
Geno's on the plane.
Blue on blue on a skyline,
walkabout dream in the rain.

Something about her,
I can't forget her face.
She's kind of tragic,
God bless her race.
Stirred a pot,
in a hotel room.
Making vague predictions,
about a glorious doom.

She flies like a bluebird,
Geno's on the plane.
Blue on blue on a skylark,
walkabout dream in the rain

She flies like a bluebird,
Geno's on the plane.
Blue on blue on a skyline
walkabout dream in the rain

-Will Dockery
l***@gmail.com
2017-08-24 21:31:22 UTC
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Like A Bluebird
Hearing a beat,
raggae across the street.
Little whistle from a tree,
that girl is calling me.
Looking for a Witch,
down at the Station Hotel.
stare at the big bell tower,
and a little man ringing the bell.
She flies like a bluebird,
Geno's on the plane.
Blue on blue on a skyline
walkabout dream in the rain.
Something about her,
she read the clover runes.
She came from a metal place,
a land of sand dunes.
I needed her help,
to unlock the key.
Something was strangling
inside of me.
She flies like a bluebird,
Geno's on the plane.
Blue on blue on a skylark,
walkabout dream in the rain.
Putty in her hand,
for ceramics.
She made clay pots
and saxophone reeds.
Hearing a beat,
raggae across the street.
Little whistle from a tree,
that girl is calling me.
Looking for a Witch,
down at the Station Hotel.
I stare at the big bell tower,
and the little man that rings the bell.
She flies like a bluebird,
Geno's on the plane.
Blue on blue on a skyline,
walkabout dream in the rain.
Something about her,
I can't forget her face.
She's kind of tragic,
God bless her race.
Stirred a pot,
in a hotel room.
Making vague predictions,
about a glorious doom.
She flies like a bluebird,
Geno's on the plane.
Blue on blue on a skylark,
walkabout dream in the rain
She flies like a bluebird,
Geno's on the plane.
Blue on blue on a skyline
walkabout dream in the rain
-Will Dockery
Very good, would like to hear this one with music....
Will Dockery
2017-08-24 22:36:24 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Like A Bluebird
Hearing a beat,
raggae across the street.
Little whistle from a tree,
that girl is calling me.
Looking for a Witch,
down at the Station Hotel.
stare at the big bell tower,
and a little man ringing the bell.
She flies like a bluebird,
Geno's on the plane.
Blue on blue on a skyline
walkabout dream in the rain.
Something about her,
she read the clover runes.
She came from a metal place,
a land of sand dunes.
I needed her help,
to unlock the key.
Something was strangling
inside of me.
She flies like a bluebird,
Geno's on the plane.
Blue on blue on a skylark,
walkabout dream in the rain.
Putty in her hand,
for ceramics.
She made clay pots
and saxophone reeds.
Hearing a beat,
raggae across the street.
Little whistle from a tree,
that girl is calling me.
Looking for a Witch,
down at the Station Hotel.
I stare at the big bell tower,
and the little man that rings the bell.
She flies like a bluebird,
Geno's on the plane.
Blue on blue on a skyline,
walkabout dream in the rain.
Something about her,
I can't forget her face.
She's kind of tragic,
God bless her race.
Stirred a pot,
in a hotel room.
Making vague predictions,
about a glorious doom.
She flies like a bluebird,
Geno's on the plane.
Blue on blue on a skylark,
walkabout dream in the rain
She flies like a bluebird,
Geno's on the plane.
Blue on blue on a skyline
walkabout dream in the rain
-Will Dockery
Very good, would like to hear this one with music....
That does exist online someplace or another... I would need to locate it.
Will Dockery
2017-08-26 12:19:51 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Like A Bluebird
Hearing a beat,
raggae across the street.
Little whistle from a tree,
that girl is calling me.
Looking for a Witch,
down at the Station Hotel.
stare at the big bell tower,
and a little man ringing the bell.
She flies like a bluebird,
Geno's on the plane.
Blue on blue on a skyline
walkabout dream in the rain.
Something about her,
she read the clover runes.
She came from a metal place,
a land of sand dunes.
I needed her help,
to unlock the key.
Something was strangling
inside of me.
She flies like a bluebird,
Geno's on the plane.
Blue on blue on a skylark,
walkabout dream in the rain.
Putty in her hand,
for ceramics.
She made clay pots
and saxophone reeds.
Hearing a beat,
raggae across the street.
Little whistle from a tree,
that girl is calling me.
Looking for a Witch,
down at the Station Hotel.
I stare at the big bell tower,
and the little man that rings the bell.
She flies like a bluebird,
Geno's on the plane.
Blue on blue on a skyline,
walkabout dream in the rain.
Something about her,
I can't forget her face.
She's kind of tragic,
God bless her race.
Stirred a pot,
in a hotel room.
Making vague predictions,
about a glorious doom.
She flies like a bluebird,
Geno's on the plane.
Blue on blue on a skylark,
walkabout dream in the rain
She flies like a bluebird,
Geno's on the plane.
Blue on blue on a skyline
walkabout dream in the rain
-Will Dockery
Very good, would like to hear this one with music....
That does exist online someplace or another... I would need to locate it.

Update: I have done a quick search, and it seems the recordings of this poem were never put online, in fact, the only recordings of it would be live ones. It can happen (a recording going online), but probably not within the near future.
General Zod
2019-02-20 23:42:31 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Like A Bluebird
Hearing a beat,
raggae across the street.
Little whistle from a tree,
that girl is calling me.
Looking for a Witch,
down at the Station Hotel.
stare at the big bell tower,
and a little man ringing the bell.
She flies like a bluebird,
Geno's on the plane.
Blue on blue on a skyline
walkabout dream in the rain.
Something about her,
she read the clover runes.
She came from a metal place,
a land of sand dunes.
I needed her help,
to unlock the key.
Something was strangling
inside of me.
She flies like a bluebird,
Geno's on the plane.
Blue on blue on a skylark,
walkabout dream in the rain.
Putty in her hand,
for ceramics.
She made clay pots
and saxophone reeds.
Hearing a beat,
raggae across the street.
Little whistle from a tree,
that girl is calling me.
Looking for a Witch,
down at the Station Hotel.
I stare at the big bell tower,
and the little man that rings the bell.
She flies like a bluebird,
Geno's on the plane.
Blue on blue on a skyline,
walkabout dream in the rain.
Something about her,
I can't forget her face.
She's kind of tragic,
God bless her race.
Stirred a pot,
in a hotel room.
Making vague predictions,
about a glorious doom.
She flies like a bluebird,
Geno's on the plane.
Blue on blue on a skylark,
walkabout dream in the rain
She flies like a bluebird,
Geno's on the plane.
Blue on blue on a skyline
walkabout dream in the rain
-Will Dockery
Very good, would like to hear this one with music....
I agree................
Zod
2019-02-18 02:41:07 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Like A Bluebird
Hearing a beat,
raggae across the street.
Little whistle from a tree,
that girl is calling me.
Looking for a Witch,
down at the Station Hotel.
stare at the big bell tower,
and a little man ringing the bell.
She flies like a bluebird,
Geno's on the plane.
Blue on blue on a skyline
walkabout dream in the rain.
Something about her,
she read the clover runes.
She came from a metal place,
a land of sand dunes.
I needed her help,
to unlock the key.
Something was strangling
inside of me.
She flies like a bluebird,
Geno's on the plane.
Blue on blue on a skylark,
walkabout dream in the rain.
Putty in her hand,
for ceramics.
She made clay pots
and saxophone reeds.
Hearing a beat,
raggae across the street.
Little whistle from a tree,
that girl is calling me.
Looking for a Witch,
down at the Station Hotel.
I stare at the big bell tower,
and the little man that rings the bell.
She flies like a bluebird,
Geno's on the plane.
Blue on blue on a skyline,
walkabout dream in the rain.
Something about her,
I can't forget her face.
She's kind of tragic,
God bless her race.
Stirred a pot,
in a hotel room.
Making vague predictions,
about a glorious doom.
She flies like a bluebird,
Geno's on the plane.
Blue on blue on a skylark,
walkabout dream in the rain
She flies like a bluebird,
Geno's on the plane.
Blue on blue on a skyline
walkabout dream in the rain
-Will Dockery
Lovely poem...........
Will Dockery
2019-05-06 03:11:45 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Like A Bluebird
Hearing a beat,
raggae across the street.
Little whistle from a tree,
that girl is calling me.
Looking for a Witch,
down at the Station Hotel.
stare at the big bell tower,
and a little man ringing the bell.
She flies like a bluebird,
Geno's on the plane.
Blue on blue on a skyline
walkabout dream in the rain.
Something about her,
she read the clover runes.
She came from a metal place,
a land of sand dunes.
I needed her help,
to unlock the key.
Something was strangling
inside of me.
She flies like a bluebird,
Geno's on the plane.
Blue on blue on a skylark,
walkabout dream in the rain.
Putty in her hand,
for ceramics.
She made clay pots
and saxophone reeds.
Hearing a beat,
raggae across the street.
Little whistle from a tree,
that girl is calling me.
Looking for a Witch,
down at the Station Hotel.
I stare at the big bell tower,
and the little man that rings the bell.
She flies like a bluebird,
Geno's on the plane.
Blue on blue on a skyline,
walkabout dream in the rain.
Something about her,
I can't forget her face.
She's kind of tragic,
God bless her race.
Stirred a pot,
in a hotel room.
Making vague predictions,
about a glorious doom.
She flies like a bluebird,
Geno's on the plane.
Blue on blue on a skylark,
walkabout dream in the rain
She flies like a bluebird,
Geno's on the plane.
Blue on blue on a skyline
walkabout dream in the rain
-Will Dockery
Lovely poem...........
Thanks for the nod, General Zod.
Zod
2019-05-14 03:50:03 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Like A Bluebird
Hearing a beat,
raggae across the street.
Little whistle from a tree,
that girl is calling me.
Looking for a Witch,
down at the Station Hotel.
stare at the big bell tower,
and a little man ringing the bell.
She flies like a bluebird,
Geno's on the plane.
Blue on blue on a skyline
walkabout dream in the rain.
Something about her,
she read the clover runes.
She came from a metal place,
a land of sand dunes.
I needed her help,
to unlock the key.
Something was strangling
inside of me.
She flies like a bluebird,
Geno's on the plane.
Blue on blue on a skylark,
walkabout dream in the rain.
Putty in her hand,
for ceramics.
She made clay pots
and saxophone reeds.
Hearing a beat,
raggae across the street.
Little whistle from a tree,
that girl is calling me.
Looking for a Witch,
down at the Station Hotel.
I stare at the big bell tower,
and the little man that rings the bell.
She flies like a bluebird,
Geno's on the plane.
Blue on blue on a skyline,
walkabout dream in the rain.
Something about her,
I can't forget her face.
She's kind of tragic,
God bless her race.
Stirred a pot,
in a hotel room.
Making vague predictions,
about a glorious doom.
She flies like a bluebird,
Geno's on the plane.
Blue on blue on a skylark,
walkabout dream in the rain
She flies like a bluebird,
Geno's on the plane.
Blue on blue on a skyline
walkabout dream in the rain
-Will Dockery
Lovely poem...........
Thanks for the nod, General Zod.
You are welcome there Doc...……….

General Zod
2019-02-19 05:42:21 UTC
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Good read.....
Will Dockery™
2019-02-21 04:20:44 UTC
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Thanks for reading and for the positive feedback, General Zod.
General Zod
2019-02-21 20:07:53 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Like A Bluebird
Hearing a beat,
raggae across the street.
Little whistle from a tree,
that girl is calling me.
Looking for a Witch,
down at the Station Hotel.
stare at the big bell tower,
and a little man ringing the bell.
She flies like a bluebird,
Geno's on the plane.
Blue on blue on a skyline
walkabout dream in the rain.
Something about her,
she read the clover runes.
She came from a metal place,
a land of sand dunes.
I needed her help,
to unlock the key.
Something was strangling
inside of me.
She flies like a bluebird,
Geno's on the plane.
Blue on blue on a skylark,
walkabout dream in the rain.
Putty in her hand,
for ceramics.
She made clay pots
and saxophone reeds.
Hearing a beat,
raggae across the street.
Little whistle from a tree,
that girl is calling me.
Looking for a Witch,
down at the Station Hotel.
I stare at the big bell tower,
and the little man that rings the bell.
She flies like a bluebird,
Geno's on the plane.
Blue on blue on a skyline,
walkabout dream in the rain.
Something about her,
I can't forget her face.
She's kind of tragic,
God bless her race.
Stirred a pot,
in a hotel room.
Making vague predictions,
about a glorious doom.
She flies like a bluebird,
Geno's on the plane.
Blue on blue on a skylark,
walkabout dream in the rain
She flies like a bluebird,
Geno's on the plane.
Blue on blue on a skyline
walkabout dream in the rain
-Will Dockery
This one is a bit new to me....

Needs many more reads.............
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