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On Seventh Avenue / a poem by Lisa Scarboro
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Will Dockery
2015-03-27 00:20:01 UTC
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Another poet who had poetry posted on rec.arts.poems and elsewhere on Usenet
was my friend Lisa Scarborough, here's one of her classic poems from 1998:

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On Seventh Avenue
by Lisa Scarboro
Here we are again...
apart.
I don't know where you are.
I can only wonder
and the waiting is endless
here on Seventh Avenue
and every car sounds like yours
and the cigarettes burn
and the blue smoke drifts up and away
and out of sight like you are.
You've got Jack with you riding shotgun
and you're on the road again just like old times
and I'm sitting here with pen and paper
writing this just to have something to do
just like old times on Seventh Avenue..
Who did you keep warm last night?
It wasn't me is all I know.
I heard they're predicting rain today,
but I think rain came yesterday,
red and barefooted under a hot Georgia sun.
Wouldn't take very long to reach Alabama
unless it moves north.
Is it gloomy everywhere today,
or just on Seventh Avenue?
I'd walk away from everything if I could,
but a million little cords of responsibility have
me tied down here
and so I light another cigarette
and try to ignore the fact that the clocks are
acting strangely.
Is time standing still everywhere,
or just on Seventh Avenue?
And I have to forgive the ignorant cruelty of
people driving past my house
(because they don't know)
how I'm sitting here listening for
the sound of a motor stopping
and a car door shutting
and footsteps on the porch
and a key turning in the lock
and a voice saying "hey there",
I'd give almost anything
for all that to be true,
but as yet it hasn't happened
here on Seventh Avenue.
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-For more poems, type
http://www.dejanews.com/
into your browser's "Location" window. Press your "return" key.
Click on "Power Search" in the middle of the screen. Next,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
On Seventh Avenue is copyright 1998 by Lisa Scarboro
Here's a film made in 1996 starring Will Dockery, Lisa Scarborough, George
Sulzbach and friends in Shadowville 1996.


Will Dockery
2015-09-09 21:36:32 UTC
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A golden oldie from Lisa Scarborough, way back in 1998, who I find has just
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On Seventh Avenue
by Lisa Scarboro
Here we are again...
apart.
I don't know where you are.
I can only wonder
and the waiting is endless
here on Seventh Avenue
and every car sounds like yours
and the cigarettes burn
and the blue smoke drifts up and away
and out of sight like you are.
You've got Jack with you riding shotgun
and you're on the road again just like old times
and I'm sitting here with pen and paper
writing this just to have something to do
just like old times on Seventh Avenue..
Who did you keep warm last night?
It wasn't me is all I know.
I heard they're predicting rain today,
but I think rain came yesterday,
red and barefooted under a hot Georgia sun.
Wouldn't take very long to reach Alabama
unless it moves north.
Is it gloomy everywhere today,
or just on Seventh Avenue?
I'd walk away from everything if I could,
but a million little cords of responsibility have
me tied down here
and so I light another cigarette
and try to ignore the fact that the clocks are
acting strangely.
Is time standing still everywhere,
or just on Seventh Avenue?
And I have to forgive the ignorant cruelty of
people driving past my house
(because they don't know)
how I'm sitting here listening for
the sound of a motor stopping
and a car door shutting
and footsteps on the porch
and a key turning in the lock
and a voice saying "hey there",
I'd give almost anything
for all that to be true,
but as yet it hasn't happened
here on Seventh Avenue.
---------------------------------------------------------------
-For more poems, type
http://www.dejanews.com/
into your browser's "Location" window. Press your "return" key.
Click on "Power Search" in the middle of the screen. Next,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
On Seventh Avenue is copyright 1998 by Lisa Scarboro
Lisa Says...
By Lisa Scarborough

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/262293

Southern style beat poetry written by a southern belle/beat poet. Poems
about Life's hard licks, love and betrayal, faith and folly, hope and
disillusionment and, the after-effects.

This ain't no fairy tale book of sweet kisses and happily ever after. This
is life at both poles, the groovy and the ugly. Some stains never wash away
no matter how much you try. Some memories never fade.

But there's also memories that make you wish time had stood still at that
point as well...

LisaSays is straight from the source. This is a biography of sorts of a
period of time lived by the author, living at times a bohemian lifestyle
influenced by Jack Keroauc and the cold - water - flat - living experienced
by him and his friends.

Available formats: epub mobi pdf rtf lrf pdb txt html
Peter J Ross
2015-09-11 02:48:19 UTC
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In alt.arts.poetry.comments on Wed, 9 Sep 2015 17:36:32 -0400, Will
Post by Will Dockery
A golden oldie from Lisa Scarborough, way back in 1998, who I find has just
<gross copyright abuse snipped>

Why do you steal so much, Dreckster?
--
PJR :-)

τὸν οἰόμενον νόον ἔχειν ὁ νουθετέων ματαιοπονεῖ.
- Democritus
Rex Hester Jr.
2019-07-04 02:30:22 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
A golden oldie from Lisa Scarborough, way back in 1998, who I find has just
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On Seventh Avenue
by Lisa Scarboro
Here we are again...
apart.
I don't know where you are.
I can only wonder
and the waiting is endless
here on Seventh Avenue
and every car sounds like yours
and the cigarettes burn
and the blue smoke drifts up and away
and out of sight like you are.
You've got Jack with you riding shotgun
and you're on the road again just like old times
and I'm sitting here with pen and paper
writing this just to have something to do
just like old times on Seventh Avenue..
Who did you keep warm last night?
It wasn't me is all I know.
I heard they're predicting rain today,
but I think rain came yesterday,
red and barefooted under a hot Georgia sun.
Wouldn't take very long to reach Alabama
unless it moves north.
Is it gloomy everywhere today,
or just on Seventh Avenue?
I'd walk away from everything if I could,
but a million little cords of responsibility have
me tied down here
and so I light another cigarette
and try to ignore the fact that the clocks are
acting strangely.
Is time standing still everywhere,
or just on Seventh Avenue?
And I have to forgive the ignorant cruelty of
people driving past my house
(because they don't know)
how I'm sitting here listening for
the sound of a motor stopping
and a car door shutting
and footsteps on the porch
and a key turning in the lock
and a voice saying "hey there",
I'd give almost anything
for all that to be true,
but as yet it hasn't happened
here on Seventh Avenue.
---------------------------------------------------------------
-For more poems, type
http://www.dejanews.com/
into your browser's "Location" window. Press your "return" key.
Click on "Power Search" in the middle of the screen. Next,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
On Seventh Avenue is copyright 1998 by Lisa Scarboro
Lisa Says...
By Lisa Scarborough
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/262293
Southern style beat poetry written by a southern belle/beat poet. Poems
about Life's hard licks, love and betrayal, faith and folly, hope and
disillusionment and, the after-effects.
This ain't no fairy tale book of sweet kisses and happily ever after. This
is life at both poles, the groovy and the ugly. Some stains never wash away
no matter how much you try. Some memories never fade.
But there's also memories that make you wish time had stood still at that
point as well...
LisaSays is straight from the source. This is a biography of sorts of a
period of time lived by the author, living at times a bohemian lifestyle
influenced by Jack Keroauc and the cold - water - flat - living experienced
by him and his friends.
Available formats: epub mobi pdf rtf lrf pdb txt html
She is a damn good poet....
NancyGene
2019-07-04 11:51:04 UTC
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Post by Rex Hester Jr.
She is a damn good poet....
"Just another Columbus white whore." - Conley Brothers.
Will Dockery
2019-07-04 12:37:29 UTC
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Post by NancyGene
Post by Rex Hester Jr.
She is a damn good poet....
"Just another Columbus white whore." - Conley Brothers.
Why do you lie so much, Nancy G? You know the real Conley Brothers wouldn't say such a thing, you're quoting n impostor.

The /real/ Conley Brothers:



Feeling All Right (Cover) / Will Dockery and The Conley Brothers Band live at Hogbottom music festival.
Hector Heathcliff
2020-02-01 05:47:56 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Post by NancyGene
Post by Rex Hester Jr.
She is a damn good poet....
"Just another Columbus white whore." - Conley Brothers.
Why do you lie so much, Nancy G? You know the real Conley Brothers wouldn't say such a thing, you're quoting n impostor.
http://youtu.be/gGxuMiwKMIw
Feeling All Right (Cover) / Will Dockery and The Conley Brothers Band live at Hogbottom music festival.
Outstanding performance with lovely Sandy M.....
Rex Hester Jr.
2019-07-05 03:33:34 UTC
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Post by NancyGene
Post by Rex Hester Jr.
She is a damn good poet....
"Just another Columbus white whore." - Conley Brothers.
Nancy G. this is a great example of why you should not be allowed on the Facebook poetry group....
Zod
2020-10-21 01:13:42 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
A golden oldie from Lisa Scarborough, way back in 1998, who I find has just
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On Seventh Avenue
by Lisa Scarboro
Here we are again...
apart.
I don't know where you are.
I can only wonder
and the waiting is endless
here on Seventh Avenue
and every car sounds like yours
and the cigarettes burn
and the blue smoke drifts up and away
and out of sight like you are.
You've got Jack with you riding shotgun
and you're on the road again just like old times
and I'm sitting here with pen and paper
writing this just to have something to do
just like old times on Seventh Avenue..
Who did you keep warm last night?
It wasn't me is all I know.
I heard they're predicting rain today,
but I think rain came yesterday,
red and barefooted under a hot Georgia sun.
Wouldn't take very long to reach Alabama
unless it moves north.
Is it gloomy everywhere today,
or just on Seventh Avenue?
I'd walk away from everything if I could,
but a million little cords of responsibility have
me tied down here
and so I light another cigarette
and try to ignore the fact that the clocks are
acting strangely.
Is time standing still everywhere,
or just on Seventh Avenue?
And I have to forgive the ignorant cruelty of
people driving past my house
(because they don't know)
how I'm sitting here listening for
the sound of a motor stopping
and a car door shutting
and footsteps on the porch
and a key turning in the lock
and a voice saying "hey there",
I'd give almost anything
for all that to be true,
but as yet it hasn't happened
here on Seventh Avenue.
---------------------------------------------------------------
-For more poems, type
http://www.dejanews.com/
into your browser's "Location" window. Press your "return" key.
Click on "Power Search" in the middle of the screen. Next,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
On Seventh Avenue is copyright 1998 by Lisa Scarboro
Lisa Says...
By Lisa Scarborough
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/262293
Southern style beat poetry written by a southern belle/beat poet. Poems
about Life's hard licks, love and betrayal, faith and folly, hope and
disillusionment and, the after-effects.
This ain't no fairy tale book of sweet kisses and happily ever after. This
is life at both poles, the groovy and the ugly. Some stains never wash away
no matter how much you try. Some memories never fade.
But there's also memories that make you wish time had stood still at that
point as well...
LisaSays is straight from the source. This is a biography of sorts of a
period of time lived by the author, living at times a bohemian lifestyle
influenced by Jack Keroauc and the cold - water - flat - living experienced
by him and his friends.
Available formats: epub mobi pdf rtf lrf pdb txt html
That's cool....
Rex Hester Jr.
2019-07-03 06:38:31 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Another poet who had poetry posted on rec.arts.poems and elsewhere on Usenet
https://groups.google.com/d/msg/rec.arts.poems/Bot_LJ1B5lE/KCiF9Iqa0xoJ
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On Seventh Avenue
by Lisa Scarboro
Here we are again...
apart.
I don't know where you are.
I can only wonder
and the waiting is endless
here on Seventh Avenue
and every car sounds like yours
and the cigarettes burn
and the blue smoke drifts up and away
and out of sight like you are.
You've got Jack with you riding shotgun
and you're on the road again just like old times
and I'm sitting here with pen and paper
writing this just to have something to do
just like old times on Seventh Avenue..
Who did you keep warm last night?
It wasn't me is all I know.
I heard they're predicting rain today,
but I think rain came yesterday,
red and barefooted under a hot Georgia sun.
Wouldn't take very long to reach Alabama
unless it moves north.
Is it gloomy everywhere today,
or just on Seventh Avenue?
I'd walk away from everything if I could,
but a million little cords of responsibility have
me tied down here
and so I light another cigarette
and try to ignore the fact that the clocks are
acting strangely.
Is time standing still everywhere,
or just on Seventh Avenue?
And I have to forgive the ignorant cruelty of
people driving past my house
(because they don't know)
how I'm sitting here listening for
the sound of a motor stopping
and a car door shutting
and footsteps on the porch
and a key turning in the lock
and a voice saying "hey there",
I'd give almost anything
for all that to be true,
but as yet it hasn't happened
here on Seventh Avenue.
---------------------------------------------------------------
-For more poems, type
http://www.dejanews.com/
into your browser's "Location" window. Press your "return" key.
Click on "Power Search" in the middle of the screen. Next,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
On Seventh Avenue is copyright 1998 by Lisa Scarboro
Here's a film made in 1996 starring Will Dockery, Lisa Scarborough, George
Sulzbach and friends in Shadowville 1996.
http://youtu.be/yDbpbalkjT8
A favorite bpoem by the great Dark Queen herself....
Will Dockery
2019-07-05 00:24:07 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Another poet who had poetry posted on rec.arts.poems and elsewhere on Usenet
https://groups.google.com/d/msg/rec.arts.poems/Bot_LJ1B5lE/KCiF9Iqa0xoJ
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On Seventh Avenue
by Lisa Scarboro
Here we are again...
apart.
I don't know where you are.
I can only wonder
and the waiting is endless
here on Seventh Avenue
and every car sounds like yours
and the cigarettes burn
and the blue smoke drifts up and away
and out of sight like you are.
You've got Jack with you riding shotgun
and you're on the road again just like old times
and I'm sitting here with pen and paper
writing this just to have something to do
just like old times on Seventh Avenue..
Who did you keep warm last night?
It wasn't me is all I know.
I heard they're predicting rain today,
but I think rain came yesterday,
red and barefooted under a hot Georgia sun.
Wouldn't take very long to reach Alabama
unless it moves north.
Is it gloomy everywhere today,
or just on Seventh Avenue?
I'd walk away from everything if I could,
but a million little cords of responsibility have
me tied down here
and so I light another cigarette
and try to ignore the fact that the clocks are
acting strangely.
Is time standing still everywhere,
or just on Seventh Avenue?
And I have to forgive the ignorant cruelty of
people driving past my house
(because they don't know)
how I'm sitting here listening for
the sound of a motor stopping
and a car door shutting
and footsteps on the porch
and a key turning in the lock
and a voice saying "hey there",
I'd give almost anything
for all that to be true,
but as yet it hasn't happened
here on Seventh Avenue.
---------------------------------------------------------------
-For more poems, type
http://www.dejanews.com/
into your browser's "Location" window. Press your "return" key.
Click on "Power Search" in the middle of the screen. Next,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
On Seventh Avenue is copyright 1998 by Lisa Scarboro
Here's a film made in 1996 starring Will Dockery, Lisa Scarborough, George
Sulzbach and friends in Shadowville 1996.
http://youtu.be/yDbpbalkjT8
A favorite bpoem by the great Dark Queen herself....
Good find, Zod.

😉
Will Dockery
2019-07-03 07:51:49 UTC
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Good find, Zod.

😉
Will Dockery
2019-07-05 04:10:43 UTC
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N.G. is simply a malicious stalker troll, nothing more.

:)
Rex Hester Jr.
2019-07-05 21:42:46 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
N.G. is simply a malicious stalker troll, nothing more.
:)
Indeed Nancy G. is a true scumbag....
Will Dockery
2019-10-25 06:31:14 UTC
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On Seventh Avenue
by Lisa Scarboro
Here we are again...
apart.
I don't know where you are.
I can only wonder
and the waiting is endless
here on Seventh Avenue
and every car sounds like yours
and the cigarettes burn
and the blue smoke drifts up and away
and out of sight like you are.
You've got Jack with you riding shotgun
and you're on the road again just like old times
and I'm sitting here with pen and paper
writing this just to have something to do
just like old times on Seventh Avenue..
Who did you keep warm last night?
It wasn't me is all I know.
I heard they're predicting rain today,
but I think rain came yesterday,
red and barefooted under a hot Georgia sun.
Wouldn't take very long to reach Alabama
unless it moves north.
Is it gloomy everywhere today,
or just on Seventh Avenue?
I'd walk away from everything if I could,
but a million little cords of responsibility have
me tied down here
and so I light another cigarette
and try to ignore the fact that the clocks are
acting strangely.
Is time standing still everywhere,
or just on Seventh Avenue?
And I have to forgive the ignorant cruelty of
people driving past my house
(because they don't know)
how I'm sitting here listening for
the sound of a motor stopping
and a car door shutting
and footsteps on the porch
and a key turning in the lock
and a voice saying "hey there",
I'd give almost anything
for all that to be true,
but as yet it hasn't happened
here on Seventh Avenue.
---------------------------------------------------------------
-For more poems, type
http://www.dejanews.com/
into your browser's "Location" window. Press your "return" key.
Click on "Power Search" in the middle of the screen. Next,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
On Seventh Avenue is copyright 1998 by Lisa Scarboro
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Another classic poem from the Dark Queen, and note the date, 1998.
General Zod
2019-10-25 21:50:11 UTC
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On Seventh Avenue
by Lisa Scarboro
Here we are again...
apart.
I don't know where you are.
I can only wonder
and the waiting is endless
here on Seventh Avenue
and every car sounds like yours
and the cigarettes burn
and the blue smoke drifts up and away
and out of sight like you are.
You've got Jack with you riding shotgun
and you're on the road again just like old times
and I'm sitting here with pen and paper
writing this just to have something to do
just like old times on Seventh Avenue..
Who did you keep warm last night?
It wasn't me is all I know.
I heard they're predicting rain today,
but I think rain came yesterday,
red and barefooted under a hot Georgia sun.
Wouldn't take very long to reach Alabama
unless it moves north.
Is it gloomy everywhere today,
or just on Seventh Avenue?
I'd walk away from everything if I could,
but a million little cords of responsibility have
me tied down here
and so I light another cigarette
and try to ignore the fact that the clocks are
acting strangely.
Is time standing still everywhere,
or just on Seventh Avenue?
And I have to forgive the ignorant cruelty of
people driving past my house
(because they don't know)
how I'm sitting here listening for
the sound of a motor stopping
and a car door shutting
and footsteps on the porch
and a key turning in the lock
and a voice saying "hey there",
I'd give almost anything
for all that to be true,
but as yet it hasn't happened
here on Seventh Avenue.
---------------------------------------------------------------
-For more poems, type
http://www.dejanews.com/
into your browser's "Location" window. Press your "return" key.
Click on "Power Search" in the middle of the screen. Next,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
On Seventh Avenue is copyright 1998 by Lisa Scarboro
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Another classic poem from the Dark Queen, and note the date, 1998.
A favorite.........
Zod
2020-08-22 01:48:49 UTC
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On Seventh Avenue
by Lisa Scarboro
Here we are again...
apart.
I don't know where you are.
I can only wonder
and the waiting is endless
here on Seventh Avenue
and every car sounds like yours
and the cigarettes burn
and the blue smoke drifts up and away
and out of sight like you are.
You've got Jack with you riding shotgun
and you're on the road again just like old times
and I'm sitting here with pen and paper
writing this just to have something to do
just like old times on Seventh Avenue..
Who did you keep warm last night?
It wasn't me is all I know.
I heard they're predicting rain today,
but I think rain came yesterday,
red and barefooted under a hot Georgia sun.
Wouldn't take very long to reach Alabama
unless it moves north.
Is it gloomy everywhere today,
or just on Seventh Avenue?
I'd walk away from everything if I could,
but a million little cords of responsibility have
me tied down here
and so I light another cigarette
and try to ignore the fact that the clocks are
acting strangely.
Is time standing still everywhere,
or just on Seventh Avenue?
And I have to forgive the ignorant cruelty of
people driving past my house
(because they don't know)
how I'm sitting here listening for
the sound of a motor stopping
and a car door shutting
and footsteps on the porch
and a key turning in the lock
and a voice saying "hey there",
I'd give almost anything
for all that to be true,
but as yet it hasn't happened
here on Seventh Avenue.
---------------------------------------------------------------
-For more poems, type
http://www.dejanews.com/
into your browser's "Location" window. Press your "return" key.
Click on "Power Search" in the middle of the screen. Next,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
On Seventh Avenue is copyright 1998 by Lisa Scarboro
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Another classic poem from the Dark Queen, and note the date, 1998.
The one and only...!
W.Dockery
2020-08-22 20:01:03 UTC
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On Seventh Avenue
by Lisa Scarboro
Here we are again...
apart.
I don't know where you are.
I can only wonder
and the waiting is endless
here on Seventh Avenue
and every car sounds like yours
and the cigarettes burn
and the blue smoke drifts up and away
and out of sight like you are.
You've got Jack with you riding shotgun
and you're on the road again just like old times
and I'm sitting here with pen and paper
writing this just to have something to do
just like old times on Seventh Avenue..
Who did you keep warm last night?
It wasn't me is all I know.
I heard they're predicting rain today,
but I think rain came yesterday,
red and barefooted under a hot Georgia sun.
Wouldn't take very long to reach Alabama
unless it moves north.
Is it gloomy everywhere today,
or just on Seventh Avenue?
I'd walk away from everything if I could,
but a million little cords of responsibility have
me tied down here
and so I light another cigarette
and try to ignore the fact that the clocks are
acting strangely.
Is time standing still everywhere,
or just on Seventh Avenue?
And I have to forgive the ignorant cruelty of
people driving past my house
(because they don't know)
how I'm sitting here listening for
the sound of a motor stopping
and a car door shutting
and footsteps on the porch
and a key turning in the lock
and a voice saying "hey there",
I'd give almost anything
for all that to be true,
but as yet it hasn't happened
here on Seventh Avenue.
---------------------------------------------------------------
-For more poems, type
http://www.dejanews.com/
into your browser's "Location" window. Press your "return" key.
Click on "Power Search" in the middle of the screen. Next,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
On Seventh Avenue is copyright 1998 by Lisa Scarboro
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Another classic poem from the Dark Queen, and note the date, 1998.
The one and only...!
Good find, Zod.

:)
Zod
2020-10-20 01:40:27 UTC
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On Seventh Avenue
by Lisa Scarboro
Here we are again...
apart.
I don't know where you are.
I can only wonder
and the waiting is endless
here on Seventh Avenue
and every car sounds like yours
and the cigarettes burn
and the blue smoke drifts up and away
and out of sight like you are.
You've got Jack with you riding shotgun
and you're on the road again just like old times
and I'm sitting here with pen and paper
writing this just to have something to do
just like old times on Seventh Avenue..
Who did you keep warm last night?
It wasn't me is all I know.
I heard they're predicting rain today,
but I think rain came yesterday,
red and barefooted under a hot Georgia sun.
Wouldn't take very long to reach Alabama
unless it moves north.
Is it gloomy everywhere today,
or just on Seventh Avenue?
I'd walk away from everything if I could,
but a million little cords of responsibility have
me tied down here
and so I light another cigarette
and try to ignore the fact that the clocks are
acting strangely.
Is time standing still everywhere,
or just on Seventh Avenue?
And I have to forgive the ignorant cruelty of
people driving past my house
(because they don't know)
how I'm sitting here listening for
the sound of a motor stopping
and a car door shutting
and footsteps on the porch
and a key turning in the lock
and a voice saying "hey there",
I'd give almost anything
for all that to be true,
but as yet it hasn't happened
here on Seventh Avenue.
---------------------------------------------------------------
-For more poems, type
http://www.dejanews.com/
into your browser's "Location" window. Press your "return" key.
Click on "Power Search" in the middle of the screen. Next,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
On Seventh Avenue is copyright 1998 by Lisa Scarboro
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Another classic poem from the Dark Queen, and note the date, 1998.
A true classic....
General-Zod
2023-08-29 20:29:58 UTC
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On Seventh Avenue
by Lisa Scarboro
Here we are again...
apart.
I don't know where you are.
I can only wonder
and the waiting is endless
here on Seventh Avenue
and every car sounds like yours
and the cigarettes burn
and the blue smoke drifts up and away
and out of sight like you are.
You've got Jack with you riding shotgun
and you're on the road again just like old times
and I'm sitting here with pen and paper
writing this just to have something to do
just like old times on Seventh Avenue..
Who did you keep warm last night?
It wasn't me is all I know.
I heard they're predicting rain today,
but I think rain came yesterday,
red and barefooted under a hot Georgia sun.
Wouldn't take very long to reach Alabama
unless it moves north.
Is it gloomy everywhere today,
or just on Seventh Avenue?
I'd walk away from everything if I could,
but a million little cords of responsibility have
me tied down here
and so I light another cigarette
and try to ignore the fact that the clocks are
acting strangely.
Is time standing still everywhere,
or just on Seventh Avenue?
And I have to forgive the ignorant cruelty of
people driving past my house
(because they don't know)
how I'm sitting here listening for
the sound of a motor stopping
and a car door shutting
and footsteps on the porch
and a key turning in the lock
and a voice saying "hey there",
I'd give almost anything
for all that to be true,
but as yet it hasn't happened
here on Seventh Avenue.
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-For more poems, type
http://www.dejanews.com/
into your browser's "Location" window. Press your "return" key.
Click on "Power Search" in the middle of the screen. Next,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
On Seventh Avenue is copyright 1998 by Lisa Scarboro
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Oustanding read from Lisa S...
W.Dockery
2023-09-03 14:08:54 UTC
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On Seventh Avenue
by Lisa Scarboro
Here we are again...
apart.
I don't know where you are.
I can only wonder
and the waiting is endless
here on Seventh Avenue
and every car sounds like yours
and the cigarettes burn
and the blue smoke drifts up and away
and out of sight like you are.
You've got Jack with you riding shotgun
and you're on the road again just like old times
and I'm sitting here with pen and paper
writing this just to have something to do
just like old times on Seventh Avenue..
Who did you keep warm last night?
It wasn't me is all I know.
I heard they're predicting rain today,
but I think rain came yesterday,
red and barefooted under a hot Georgia sun.
Wouldn't take very long to reach Alabama
unless it moves north.
Is it gloomy everywhere today,
or just on Seventh Avenue?
I'd walk away from everything if I could,
but a million little cords of responsibility have
me tied down here
and so I light another cigarette
and try to ignore the fact that the clocks are
acting strangely.
Is time standing still everywhere,
or just on Seventh Avenue?
And I have to forgive the ignorant cruelty of
people driving past my house
(because they don't know)
how I'm sitting here listening for
the sound of a motor stopping
and a car door shutting
and footsteps on the porch
and a key turning in the lock
and a voice saying "hey there",
I'd give almost anything
for all that to be true,
but as yet it hasn't happened
here on Seventh Avenue.
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-For more poems, type
http://www.dejanews.com/
into your browser's "Location" window. Press your "return" key.
Click on "Power Search" in the middle of the screen. Next,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
On Seventh Avenue is copyright 1998 by Lisa Scarboro
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Oustanding read from Lisa S...
One of Dark Quuen's best.

🙂
General-Zod
2023-10-08 18:48:46 UTC
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On Seventh Avenue
by Lisa Scarboro
Here we are again...
apart.
I don't know where you are.
I can only wonder
and the waiting is endless
here on Seventh Avenue
and every car sounds like yours
and the cigarettes burn
and the blue smoke drifts up and away
and out of sight like you are.
You've got Jack with you riding shotgun
and you're on the road again just like old times
and I'm sitting here with pen and paper
writing this just to have something to do
just like old times on Seventh Avenue..
Who did you keep warm last night?
It wasn't me is all I know.
I heard they're predicting rain today,
but I think rain came yesterday,
red and barefooted under a hot Georgia sun.
Wouldn't take very long to reach Alabama
unless it moves north.
Is it gloomy everywhere today,
or just on Seventh Avenue?
I'd walk away from everything if I could,
but a million little cords of responsibility have
me tied down here
and so I light another cigarette
and try to ignore the fact that the clocks are
acting strangely.
Is time standing still everywhere,
or just on Seventh Avenue?
And I have to forgive the ignorant cruelty of
people driving past my house
(because they don't know)
how I'm sitting here listening for
the sound of a motor stopping
and a car door shutting
and footsteps on the porch
and a key turning in the lock
and a voice saying "hey there",
I'd give almost anything
for all that to be true,
but as yet it hasn't happened
here on Seventh Avenue.
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-For more poems, type
http://www.dejanews.com/
into your browser's "Location" window. Press your "return" key.
Click on "Power Search" in the middle of the screen. Next,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
On Seventh Avenue is copyright 1998 by Lisa Scarboro
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Oustanding read from Lisa S...
One of Dark Quuen's best.
Quite a lovely poem from a very very lovely lady...!
W.Dockery
2023-10-13 21:16:16 UTC
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On Seventh Avenue
by Lisa Scarboro
Here we are again...
apart.
I don't know where you are.
I can only wonder
and the waiting is endless
here on Seventh Avenue
and every car sounds like yours
and the cigarettes burn
and the blue smoke drifts up and away
and out of sight like you are.
You've got Jack with you riding shotgun
and you're on the road again just like old times
and I'm sitting here with pen and paper
writing this just to have something to do
just like old times on Seventh Avenue..
Who did you keep warm last night?
It wasn't me is all I know.
I heard they're predicting rain today,
but I think rain came yesterday,
red and barefooted under a hot Georgia sun.
Wouldn't take very long to reach Alabama
unless it moves north.
Is it gloomy everywhere today,
or just on Seventh Avenue?
I'd walk away from everything if I could,
but a million little cords of responsibility have
me tied down here
and so I light another cigarette
and try to ignore the fact that the clocks are
acting strangely.
Is time standing still everywhere,
or just on Seventh Avenue?
And I have to forgive the ignorant cruelty of
people driving past my house
(because they don't know)
how I'm sitting here listening for
the sound of a motor stopping
and a car door shutting
and footsteps on the porch
and a key turning in the lock
and a voice saying "hey there",
I'd give almost anything
for all that to be true,
but as yet it hasn't happened
here on Seventh Avenue.
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-For more poems, type
http://www.dejanews.com/
into your browser's "Location" window. Press your "return" key.
Click on "Power Search" in the middle of the screen. Next,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
On Seventh Avenue is copyright 1998 by Lisa Scarboro
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Oustanding read from Lisa S...
One of Dark Quuen's best.
Quite a lovely poem from a very very lovely lady...!
Agreed and seconded.

😃
General-Zod
2024-03-23 21:42:11 UTC
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On Seventh Avenue
by Lisa Scarboro
Here we are again...
apart.
I don't know where you are.
I can only wonder
and the waiting is endless
here on Seventh Avenue
and every car sounds like yours
and the cigarettes burn
and the blue smoke drifts up and away
and out of sight like you are.
You've got Jack with you riding shotgun
and you're on the road again just like old times
and I'm sitting here with pen and paper
writing this just to have something to do
just like old times on Seventh Avenue..
Who did you keep warm last night?
It wasn't me is all I know.
I heard they're predicting rain today,
but I think rain came yesterday,
red and barefooted under a hot Georgia sun.
Wouldn't take very long to reach Alabama
unless it moves north.
Is it gloomy everywhere today,
or just on Seventh Avenue?
I'd walk away from everything if I could,
but a million little cords of responsibility have
me tied down here
and so I light another cigarette
and try to ignore the fact that the clocks are
acting strangely.
Is time standing still everywhere,
or just on Seventh Avenue?
And I have to forgive the ignorant cruelty of
people driving past my house
(because they don't know)
how I'm sitting here listening for
the sound of a motor stopping
and a car door shutting
and footsteps on the porch
and a key turning in the lock
and a voice saying "hey there",
I'd give almost anything
for all that to be true,
but as yet it hasn't happened
here on Seventh Avenue.
---------------------------------------------------------------
-For more poems, type
http://www.dejanews.com/
into your browser's "Location" window. Press your "return" key.
Click on "Power Search" in the middle of the screen. Next,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
On Seventh Avenue is copyright 1998 by Lisa Scarboro
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Oustanding read from Lisa S...
One of Dark Quuen's best.
🙂
YEP....!
W.Dockery
2023-10-18 17:31:50 UTC
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On Seventh Avenue
by Lisa Scarboro
Here we are again...
apart.
I don't know where you are.
I can only wonder
and the waiting is endless
here on Seventh Avenue
and every car sounds like yours
and the cigarettes burn
and the blue smoke drifts up and away
and out of sight like you are.
You've got Jack with you riding shotgun
and you're on the road again just like old times
and I'm sitting here with pen and paper
writing this just to have something to do
just like old times on Seventh Avenue..
Who did you keep warm last night?
It wasn't me is all I know.
I heard they're predicting rain today,
but I think rain came yesterday,
red and barefooted under a hot Georgia sun.
Wouldn't take very long to reach Alabama
unless it moves north.
Is it gloomy everywhere today,
or just on Seventh Avenue?
I'd walk away from everything if I could,
but a million little cords of responsibility have
me tied down here
and so I light another cigarette
and try to ignore the fact that the clocks are
acting strangely.
Is time standing still everywhere,
or just on Seventh Avenue?
And I have to forgive the ignorant cruelty of
people driving past my house
(because they don't know)
how I'm sitting here listening for
the sound of a motor stopping
and a car door shutting
and footsteps on the porch
and a key turning in the lock
and a voice saying "hey there",
I'd give almost anything
for all that to be true,
but as yet it hasn't happened
here on Seventh Avenue.
---------------------------------------------------------------
-For more poems, type
http://www.dejanews.com/
into your browser's "Location" window. Press your "return" key.
Click on "Power Search" in the middle of the screen. Next,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
On Seventh Avenue is copyright 1998 by Lisa Scarboro
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Oustanding read from Lisa S...
Again, good find.


😃
General-Zod
2023-11-21 15:27:50 UTC
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On Seventh Avenue
by Lisa Scarboro
Here we are again...
apart.
I don't know where you are.
I can only wonder
and the waiting is endless
here on Seventh Avenue
and every car sounds like yours
and the cigarettes burn
and the blue smoke drifts up and away
and out of sight like you are.
You've got Jack with you riding shotgun
and you're on the road again just like old times
and I'm sitting here with pen and paper
writing this just to have something to do
just like old times on Seventh Avenue..
Who did you keep warm last night?
It wasn't me is all I know.
I heard they're predicting rain today,
but I think rain came yesterday,
red and barefooted under a hot Georgia sun.
Wouldn't take very long to reach Alabama
unless it moves north.
Is it gloomy everywhere today,
or just on Seventh Avenue?
I'd walk away from everything if I could,
but a million little cords of responsibility have
me tied down here
and so I light another cigarette
and try to ignore the fact that the clocks are
acting strangely.
Is time standing still everywhere,
or just on Seventh Avenue?
And I have to forgive the ignorant cruelty of
people driving past my house
(because they don't know)
how I'm sitting here listening for
the sound of a motor stopping
and a car door shutting
and footsteps on the porch
and a key turning in the lock
and a voice saying "hey there",
I'd give almost anything
for all that to be true,
but as yet it hasn't happened
here on Seventh Avenue.
---------------------------------------------------------------
-For more poems, type
http://www.dejanews.com/
into your browser's "Location" window. Press your "return" key.
Click on "Power Search" in the middle of the screen. Next,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
On Seventh Avenue is copyright 1998 by Lisa Scarboro
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Oustanding read from Lisa S...
Again, good find.
Yep, of historical note....
W.Dockery
2024-07-04 12:57:28 UTC
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On Seventh Avenue
by Lisa Scarboro
Here we are again...
apart.
I don't know where you are.
I can only wonder
and the waiting is endless
here on Seventh Avenue
and every car sounds like yours
and the cigarettes burn
and the blue smoke drifts up and away
and out of sight like you are.
You've got Jack with you riding shotgun
and you're on the road again just like old times
and I'm sitting here with pen and paper
writing this just to have something to do
just like old times on Seventh Avenue..
Who did you keep warm last night?
It wasn't me is all I know.
I heard they're predicting rain today,
but I think rain came yesterday,
red and barefooted under a hot Georgia sun.
Wouldn't take very long to reach Alabama
unless it moves north.
Is it gloomy everywhere today,
or just on Seventh Avenue?
I'd walk away from everything if I could,
but a million little cords of responsibility have
me tied down here
and so I light another cigarette
and try to ignore the fact that the clocks are
acting strangely.
Is time standing still everywhere,
or just on Seventh Avenue?
And I have to forgive the ignorant cruelty of
people driving past my house
(because they don't know)
how I'm sitting here listening for
the sound of a motor stopping
and a car door shutting
and footsteps on the porch
and a key turning in the lock
and a voice saying "hey there",
I'd give almost anything
for all that to be true,
but as yet it hasn't happened
here on Seventh Avenue.
---------------------------------------------------------------
-For more poems, type
http://www.dejanews.com/
into your browser's "Location" window. Press your "return" key.
Click on "Power Search" in the middle of the screen. Next,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
On Seventh Avenue is copyright 1998 by Lisa Scarboro
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Oustanding read from Lisa S...
I hope she's feeling better.

🙏🙏🙏

Zod
2020-08-23 01:08:44 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Another poet who had poetry posted on rec.arts.poems and elsewhere on Usenet
https://groups.google.com/d/msg/rec.arts.poems/Bot_LJ1B5lE/KCiF9Iqa0xoJ
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On Seventh Avenue
by Lisa Scarboro
Here we are again...
apart.
I don't know where you are.
I can only wonder
and the waiting is endless
here on Seventh Avenue
and every car sounds like yours
and the cigarettes burn
and the blue smoke drifts up and away
and out of sight like you are.
You've got Jack with you riding shotgun
and you're on the road again just like old times
and I'm sitting here with pen and paper
writing this just to have something to do
just like old times on Seventh Avenue..
Who did you keep warm last night?
It wasn't me is all I know.
I heard they're predicting rain today,
but I think rain came yesterday,
red and barefooted under a hot Georgia sun.
Wouldn't take very long to reach Alabama
unless it moves north.
Is it gloomy everywhere today,
or just on Seventh Avenue?
I'd walk away from everything if I could,
but a million little cords of responsibility have
me tied down here
and so I light another cigarette
and try to ignore the fact that the clocks are
acting strangely.
Is time standing still everywhere,
or just on Seventh Avenue?
And I have to forgive the ignorant cruelty of
people driving past my house
(because they don't know)
how I'm sitting here listening for
the sound of a motor stopping
and a car door shutting
and footsteps on the porch
and a key turning in the lock
and a voice saying "hey there",
I'd give almost anything
for all that to be true,
but as yet it hasn't happened
here on Seventh Avenue.
---------------------------------------------------------------
-For more poems, type
http://www.dejanews.com/
into your browser's "Location" window. Press your "return" key.
Click on "Power Search" in the middle of the screen. Next,
Click on "find" (the button to the right of the box).
On Seventh Avenue is copyright 1998 by Lisa Scarboro
Here's a film made in 1996 starring Will Dockery, Lisa Scarborough, George
Sulzbach and friends in Shadowville 1996.
http://youtu.be/yDbpbalkjT8
Yes, lovely and talented...
Zod
2020-11-29 03:43:34 UTC
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