Japonica Julie (1983) / Will Dockery

[Will Dockery]

Japonica Julie (1983)

Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.

Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.

Wiggle flex
round the corner in 1983,
when she loved me.

Warble snobble in 1983,
when she loved me.

China Girl don't seem to
use much English,
gets enough
to leave me a pot of tea.

We hit the pothole
on Primrose
that landed us here
more or less.

Mulberry pie and ice cream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Japonica Julie in 1983,
when she loved me.

I knew it was late,
when she stumbled.
Overcast in the fog,
...fumbled.

She was looking at me
by the old oak,
that can't be,
she knows as well as me.

Left on Avalon Road
past Mazzio's Pizzeria,
to the park-side
of Alta Vista.

By the dunes,
fading dream in 1983,
when she loved me.

Smiling blinky in 1983,
when she loved me.

-Will Dockery

[drive-by]

Post by Will Dockery
Japonica Julie (1983)
Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.
Wiggle flex
round the corner in 1983,
when she loved me.
Warble snobble in 1983,
when she loved me.
China Girl don't seem to
use much English,
gets enough
to leave me a pot of tea.
We hit the pothole
on Primrose
that landed us here
more or less.
Mulberry pie and ice cream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Japonica Julie in 1983,
when she loved me.
I knew it was late,
when she stumbled.
Overcast in the fog,
...fumbled.
She was looking at me
by the old oak,
that can't be,
she knows as well as me.
Left on Avalon Road
past Mazzio's Pizzeria,
to the park-side
of Alta Vista.
By the dunes,
fading dream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Smiling blinky in 1983,
when she loved me.
-Will Dockery

Strange coincidence.......https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Julia_japonica


Like that Bowie reference....

J

[Will Dockery]

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Post by Will Dockery
Japonica Julie (1983)
Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the back porch
smoking.
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.
Wiggle flex
round the corner in 1983,
when she loved me.
Warble snobble in 1983,
when she loved me.
China Girl don't seem to
use much English,
gets enough
to leave me a pot of tea.
We hit the pothole
on Primrose
that landed us here
more or less.
Mulberry pie and ice cream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Japonica Julie in 1983,
when she loved me.
I knew it was late,
when she stumbled.
Overcast in the fog,
...fumbled.
She was looking at me
by the old oak,
that can't be,
she knows as well as me.
Left on Avalon Road
past Mazzio's Pizzeria,
to the park-side
of Alta Vista.
By the dunes,
fading dream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Smiling blinky in 1983,
when she loved me.
-Will Dockery

Strange coincidence.......https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Julia_japonica
Like that Bowie reference....
J

That is a bit amazing in a way, or perhaps... something that was hanging on the fringes of my memory from school or something, that Julie triggered?

[Will Dockery]

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Post by Will Dockery
Japonica Julie (1983)
Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.
Wiggle flex
round the corner in 1983,
when she loved me.
Warble snobble in 1983,
when she loved me.
China Girl don't seem to
use much English,
gets enough
to leave me a pot of tea.
We hit the pothole
on Primrose
that landed us here
more or less.
Mulberry pie and ice cream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Japonica Julie in 1983,
when she loved me.
I knew it was late,
when she stumbled.
Overcast in the fog,
...fumbled.
She was looking at me
by the old oak,
that can't be,
she knows as well as me.
Left on Avalon Road
past Mazzio's Pizzeria,
to the park-side
of Alta Vista.
By the dunes,
fading dream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Smiling blinky in 1983,
when she loved me.
-Will Dockery

Strange coincidence.......https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Julia_japonica
Like that Bowie reference....
J

Julie and me at Doo-Nanny:

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I was actually thinking more of the flower when I named her character:

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And so she goes...

[Will Dockery]

Thanks for the great feedback, my friends.

[Will Dockery]

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Post by Will Dockery
Japonica Julie (1983)
Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.
Wiggle flex
round the corner in 1983,
when she loved me.
Warble snobble in 1983,
when she loved me.
China Girl don't seem to
use much English,
gets enough
to leave me a pot of tea.
We hit the pothole
on Primrose
that landed us here
more or less.
Mulberry pie and ice cream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Japonica Julie in 1983,
when she loved me.
I knew it was late,
when she stumbled.
Overcast in the fog,
...fumbled.
She was looking at me
by the old oak,
that can't be,
she knows as well as me.
Left on Avalon Road
past Mazzio's Pizzeria,
to the park-side
of Alta Vista.
By the dunes,
fading dream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Smiling blinky in 1983,
when she loved me.
-Will Dockery

Strange coincidence.......https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Julia_japonica
Like that Bowie reference....
J

The David Bowie reference is a specific "time stamp" on this poem, putting it nearly exactly Midsummer 1983... whereas the poem "Just Past Lincoln Street" is same year, but months earlier, and "Mr Roboto" by Styx stamps the time on that as sometime after February 1st 1983...

As I just posted, these will both fit in the "1983" collection of poems, poems taking place in that year, chronologically, no matter when they were written, and many are still yet to be translated to poetry.

And so it goes.

[Richard Oakley]

Post by Will Dockery
Japonica Julie (1983)
Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.

I get a mundane, "why should
I care" vibe, and 'stand' ? standing?
I like basic words and basic sentences;
I've used them, they can be effective but
you must let us know they are pointing to
a bigger 'thing' than their simple nature can
directly say.

Post by Will Dockery
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.

Expand the thought, this is poetry;
This is near the sand on the knotted hill,
where the music would float (like children's
balloons) and lodge into ear canals; pop
against, and play on the drums that booms
to the brain.

Post by Will Dockery
Wiggle flex

wat? Does she;

Wiggle her sandled toes, and flex them
under the mourning sun?


This thing has decided to stop scrolling so I'll
stop here and let you ponder what's been said
so far.

regards,

R.
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/ Stop the sanity, the world is curved and warped /
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Post by Will Dockery
round the corner in 1983,
when she loved me.
Warble snobble in 1983,
when she loved me.
China Girl don't seem to
use much English,
gets enough
to leave me a pot of tea.
We hit the pothole
on Primrose
that landed us here
more or less.
Mulberry pie and ice cream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Japonica Julie in 1983,
when she loved me.
I knew it was late,
when she stumbled.
Overcast in the fog,
...fumbled.
She was looking at me
by the old oak,
that can't be,
she knows as well as me.
Left on Avalon Road
past Mazzio's Pizzeria,
to the park-side
of Alta Vista.
By the dunes,
fading dream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Smiling blinky in 1983,
when she loved me.
-Will Dockery

[Will Dockery]

Post by Richard Oakley

Post by Will Dockery
Japonica Julie (1983)
Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.

I get a mundane, "why should
I care" vibe, and 'stand' ? standing?
I like basic words and basic sentences;
I've used them, they can be effective but
you must let us know they are pointing to
a bigger 'thing' than their simple nature can
directly say.

Post by Will Dockery
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.

Expand the thought, this is poetry;
This is near the sand on the knotted hill,
where the music would float (like children's
balloons) and lodge into ear canals; pop
against, and play on the drums that booms
to the brain.

Good stuff, perhaps a new poem altogether.

Post by Richard Oakley

Post by Will Dockery
Wiggle flex

wat? Does she;
Wiggle her sandled toes, and flex them
under the mourning sun?

I like that a lot, and would work well with general audiences than what I seem to have been mentioning, he often mentions, with pride, of her dail vagna control exercises.

https://betterbodyhq.com/exercises-that-will-help-you-tighten-your-vagina/

But yes, "toes" are a better choice for general audiences.

Post by Richard Oakley
This thing has decided to stop scrolling so I'll
stop here and let you ponder what's been said
so far.

Pondering, yes, with a coffee... plenty to think about here, so fat.

Post by Richard Oakley
regards,
R.

Thanks, R.

Post by Richard Oakley
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Post by Will Dockery
round the corner in 1983,
when she loved me.
Warble snobble in 1983,
when she loved me.
China Girl don't seem to
use much English,
gets enough
to leave me a pot of tea.
We hit the pothole
on Primrose
that landed us here
more or less.
Mulberry pie and ice cream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Japonica Julie in 1983,
when she loved me.
I knew it was late,
when she stumbled.
Overcast in the fog,
...fumbled.
She was looking at me
by the old oak,
that can't be,
she knows as well as me.
Left on Avalon Road
past Mazzio's Pizzeria,
to the park-side
of Alta Vista.
By the dunes,
fading dream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Smiling blinky in 1983,
when she loved me.
-Will Dockery

[Richard Oakley]

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Richard Oakley

Post by Will Dockery
Japonica Julie (1983)
Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.

I get a mundane, "why should
I care" vibe, and 'stand' ? standing?
I like basic words and basic sentences;
I've used them, they can be effective but
you must let us know they are pointing to
a bigger 'thing' than their simple nature can
directly say.

Post by Will Dockery
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.

Expand the thought, this is poetry;
This is near the sand on the knotted hill,
where the music would float (like children's
balloons) and lodge into ear canals; pop
against, and play on the drums that booms
to the brain.

Good stuff, perhaps a new poem altogether.

Perhaps not; a poem is very concise and polished
like Plutonium, and is ready to explode from a very,
tiny bit.

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Richard Oakley

Post by Will Dockery
Wiggle flex

wat? Does she;
Wiggle her sandled toes, and flex them
under the mourning sun?

I like that a lot, and would work well with general audiences than what I seem to have been mentioning, he often mentions, with pride, of her dail vagna control exercises.
https://betterbodyhq.com/exercises-that-will-help-you-tighten-your-vagina/

If your general audience is child minded, then sure... you can
keep the smutty stuff.

Post by Will Dockery
But yes, "toes" are a better choice for general audiences.

Post by Richard Oakley
This thing has decided to stop scrolling so I'll
stop here and let you ponder what's been said
so far.

Pondering, yes, with a coffee... plenty to think about here, so fat.

'fat' (sic) with knowledge swelling, one hopes?!?

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Richard Oakley
regards,

R.
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Post by Richard Oakley

Post by Will Dockery
round the corner in 1983,
when she loved me.
Warble snobble in 1983,
when she loved me.
China Girl don't seem to
use much English,
gets enough
to leave me a pot of tea.
We hit the pothole
on Primrose
that landed us here
more or less.
Mulberry pie and ice cream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Japonica Julie in 1983,
when she loved me.
I knew it was late,
when she stumbled.
Overcast in the fog,
...fumbled.
She was looking at me
by the old oak,
that can't be,
she knows as well as me.
Left on Avalon Road
past Mazzio's Pizzeria,
to the park-side
of Alta Vista.
By the dunes,
fading dream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Smiling blinky in 1983,
when she loved me.
-Will Dockery

[Will Dockery]

Post by Richard Oakley

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Richard Oakley

Post by Will Dockery
Japonica Julie (1983)
Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.

I get a mundane, "why should
I care" vibe, and 'stand' ? standing?
I like basic words and basic sentences;
I've used them, they can be effective but
you must let us know they are pointing to
a bigger 'thing' than their simple nature can
directly say.

Post by Will Dockery
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.

Expand the thought, this is poetry;
This is near the sand on the knotted hill,
where the music would float (like children's
balloons) and lodge into ear canals; pop
against, and play on the drums that booms
to the brain.

Good stuff, perhaps a new poem altogether.

Perhaps not; a poem is very concise and polished
like Plutonium, and is ready to explode from a very,
tiny bit.

Excellent statement, George D. and Michael P. should add it to the intro of the FAQ, I'm serious.

Post by Richard Oakley

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Richard Oakley

Post by Will Dockery
Wiggle flex

wat? Does she;
Wiggle her sandled toes, and flex them
under the mourning sun?

I like that a lot, and would work well with general audiences than what I seem to have been mentioning, he often mentions, with pride, of her dail vagna control exercises.
https://betterbodyhq.com/exercises-that-will-help-you-tighten-your-vagina/

If your general audience is child minded, then sure... you can
keep the smutty stuff.

Or leave it as I did, to the imagination of the reader, rather than spell it out?

As Jimmy says, keep some mystery in it?

Post by Richard Oakley

Post by Will Dockery
But yes, "toes" are a better choice for general audiences.

Post by Richard Oakley
This thing has decided to stop scrolling so I'll
stop here and let you ponder what's been said
so far.

Pondering, yes, with a coffee... plenty to think about here, so fat.

'fat' (sic) with knowledge swelling, one hopes?!?

The apple cider vinegar, green tea and ginseng pills and a lot of walking at night are keeping the fat at bay, never been a small man even when skinny, but the ladies still apparently dig whatever it is I have, and we all know that isn't money. Just sayin'...

https://www.instagram.com/p/BTGFLcEjIcn/?taken-by=willdockery007

We have all seen this one I know, but that's me, right now, in 2017, obsessos can cry me river.

:)

Post by Richard Oakley

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Richard Oakley
regards,

R.
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/ I riddled the text and it made wittle sense! /
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Post by Will Dockery
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Post by Richard Oakley

Post by Will Dockery
round the corner in 1983,
when she loved me.
Warble snobble in 1983,
when she loved me.
China Girl don't seem to
use much English,
gets enough
to leave me a pot of tea.
We hit the pothole
on Primrose
that landed us here
more or less.
Mulberry pie and ice cream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Japonica Julie in 1983,
when she loved me.
I knew it was late,
when she stumbled.
Overcast in the fog,
...fumbled.
She was looking at me
by the old oak,
that can't be,
she knows as well as me.
Left on Avalon Road
past Mazzio's Pizzeria,
to the park-side
of Alta Vista.
By the dunes,
fading dream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Smiling blinky in 1983,
when she loved me.
-Will Dockery

[Will Dockery]

Post by Richard Oakley

Post by Will Dockery
Japonica Julie (1983)
Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.

I get a mundane, "why should
I care" vibe, and 'stand' ? standing?
I like basic words and basic sentences;
I've used them, they can be effective but
you must let us know they are pointing to
a bigger 'thing' than their simple nature can
directly say.

Post by Will Dockery
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.

Expand the thought, this is poetry;
This is near the sand on the knotted hill,
where the music would float (like children's
balloons) and lodge into ear canals; pop
against, and play on the drums that booms
to the brain.

Post by Will Dockery
Wiggle flex

wat? Does she;
Wiggle her sandled toes, and flex them
under the mourning sun?
This thing has decided to stop scrolling so I'll
stop here and let you ponder what's been said
so far.
regards,
R.
------------------------------------------------------------------
/ Stop the sanity, the world is curved and warped /
-----------------------------------------------------------------

Post by Will Dockery
round the corner in 1983,
when she loved me.
Warble snobble in 1983,
when she loved me.
China Girl don't seem to
use much English,
gets enough
to leave me a pot of tea.
We hit the pothole
on Primrose
that landed us here
more or less.
Mulberry pie and ice cream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Japonica Julie in 1983,
when she loved me.
I knew it was late,
when she stumbled.
Overcast in the fog,
...fumbled.
She was looking at me
by the old oak,
that can't be,
she knows as well as me.
Left on Avalon Road
past Mazzio's Pizzeria,
to the park-side
of Alta Vista.
By the dunes,
fading dream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Smiling blinky in 1983,
when she loved me.
-Will Dockery

Thanks again, Richard... looking forward to part two.

[Will Dockery]

Post by Richard Oakley

Post by Will Dockery
Japonica Julie (1983)
Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.

I get a mundane, "why should
I care" vibe, and 'stand' ? standing?

Definitely wasn't my intention here, which is more of a sparkling memory of a misty summer morning 34 years ago, remembered in sharp, thugh disjointed, images.

Long gone but memory of an eternal beauty.

Post by Richard Oakley
I like basic words and basic sentences;
I've used them, they can be effective but
you must let us know they are pointing to
a bigger 'thing' than their simple nature can
directly say.

Post by Will Dockery
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.

Expand the thought, this is poetry;
This is near the sand on the knotted hill,
where the music would float (like children's
balloons) and lodge into ear canals; pop

Through a clear blue misty morning...

Post by Richard Oakley
against, and play on the drums that booms
to the brain.

Post by Will Dockery
Wiggle flex

wat? Does she;
Wiggle her sandled toes, and flex them
under the mourning sun?

We discussed this part, I remember, now... a vaginal control and tightness I'll not forget.

A keeper, she was.

:)

Post by Richard Oakley
This thing has decided to stop scrolling so I'll
stop here and let you ponder what's been said
so far.
regards,
R.

Thanks R.

Is round two forthcoming?

:)

Post by Richard Oakley
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Post by Will Dockery
round the corner in 1983,
when she loved me.
Warble snobble in 1983,
when she loved me.
China Girl don't seem to
use much English,
gets enough
to leave me a pot of tea.
We hit the pothole
on Primrose
that landed us here
more or less.
Mulberry pie and ice cream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Japonica Julie in 1983,
when she loved me.
I knew it was late,
when she stumbled.
Overcast in the fog,
...fumbled.
She was looking at me
by the old oak,
that can't be,
she knows as well as me.
Left on Avalon Road
past Mazzio's Pizzeria,
to the park-side
of Alta Vista.
By the dunes,
fading dream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Smiling blinky in 1983,
when she loved me.
-Will Dockery

So it went one morning in summer 1983.

[Will Dockery]

Post by Richard Oakley

Post by Will Dockery
Japonica Julie (1983)
Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.

I get a mundane, "why should
I care" vibe, and 'stand' ? standing?
I like basic words and basic sentences;
I've used them, they can be effective but
you must let us know they are pointing to
a bigger 'thing' than their simple nature can
directly say.

After a couple of re-readings of your critique I'm starting to see where you're coming from, here.

Post by Richard Oakley

Post by Will Dockery
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.

Expand the thought, this is poetry;
This is near the sand on the knotted hill,
where the music would float (like children's
balloons) and lodge into ear canals; pop
against, and play on the drums that booms
to the brain.

Post by Will Dockery
Wiggle flex

wat? Does she;
Wiggle her sandled toes, and flex them
under the mourning sun?
This thing has decided to stop scrolling so I'll
stop here and let you ponder what's been said
so far.
regards,
R.
------------------------------------------------------------------
/ Stop the sanity, the world is curved and warped /
-----------------------------------------------------------------

Post by Will Dockery
round the corner in 1983,
when she loved me.
Warble snobble in 1983,
when she loved me.
China Girl don't seem to
use much English,
gets enough
to leave me a pot of tea.
We hit the pothole
on Primrose
that landed us here
more or less.
Mulberry pie and ice cream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Japonica Julie in 1983,
when she loved me.
I knew it was late,
when she stumbled.
Overcast in the fog,
...fumbled.
She was looking at me
by the old oak,
that can't be,
she knows as well as me.
Left on Avalon Road
past Mazzio's Pizzeria,
to the park-side
of Alta Vista.
By the dunes,
fading dream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Smiling blinky in 1983,
when she loved me.
-Will Dockery

[1***@gmail.com]

Post by Will Dockery
Japonica Julie (1983)
Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.
Wiggle flex
round the corner in 1983,
when she loved me.
Warble snobble in 1983,
when she loved me.
China Girl don't seem to
use much English,
gets enough
to leave me a pot of tea.
We hit the pothole
on Primrose
that landed us here
more or less.
Mulberry pie and ice cream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Japonica Julie in 1983,
when she loved me.
I knew it was late,
when she stumbled.
Overcast in the fog,
...fumbled.
She was looking at me
by the old oak,
that can't be,
she knows as well as me.
Left on Avalon Road
past Mazzio's Pizzeria,
to the park-side
of Alta Vista.
By the dunes,
fading dream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Smiling blinky in 1983,
when she loved me.
-Will Dockery

[Me]

Pathetic

[Will Dockery]

Post by Me
Pathetic

Look who's talking.

:)

[Will Dockery]

Post by Me
Pathetic

Don't be so hard on yourself.

Have you written a poem yet?

:)

[Will Dockery]

Olga, I also think you should post some of your own poetry here.

Although I have only read English translations, the poetry shines through, quite enjoyable..

:)

[Will Dockery]

Post by Will Dockery
Japonica Julie (1983)
Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.
Wiggle flex
round the corner in 1983,
when she loved me.
Warble snobble in 1983,
when she loved me.
China Girl don't seem to
use much English,
gets enough
to leave me a pot of tea.
We hit the pothole
on Primrose
that landed us here
more or less.
Mulberry pie and ice cream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Japonica Julie in 1983,
when she loved me.
I knew it was late,
when she stumbled.
Overcast in the fog,
...fumbled.
She was looking at me
by the old oak,
that can't be,
she knows as well as me.
Left on Avalon Road
past Mazzio's Pizzeria,
to the park-side
of Alta Vista.
By the dunes,
fading dream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Smiling blinky in 1983,
when she loved me.
-Will Dockery

Thanks again, Olga.

:)

[Will Dockery]

Post by Will Dockery
Japonica Julie (1983)
Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.
Wiggle flex
round the corner in 1983,
when she loved me.
Warble snobble in 1983,
when she loved me.
China Girl don't seem to
use much English,
gets enough
to leave me a pot of tea.
We hit the pothole
on Primrose
that landed us here
more or less.
Mulberry pie and ice cream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Japonica Julie in 1983,
when she loved me.
I knew it was late,
when she stumbled.
Overcast in the fog,
...fumbled.
She was looking at me
by the old oak,
that can't be,
she knows as well as me.
Left on Avalon Road
past Mazzio's Pizzeria,
to the park-side
of Alta Vista.
By the dunes,
fading dream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Smiling blinky in 1983,
when she loved me.
-Will Dockery

Thanks for stopping by, Olga...

[m***@gmail.com]

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Will Dockery
Japonica Julie (1983)
Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.
Wiggle flex
round the corner in 1983,
when she loved me.
Warble snobble in 1983,
when she loved me.
China Girl don't seem to
use much English,
gets enough
to leave me a pot of tea.
We hit the pothole
on Primrose
that landed us here
more or less.
Mulberry pie and ice cream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Japonica Julie in 1983,
when she loved me.
I knew it was late,
when she stumbled.
Overcast in the fog,
...fumbled.
She was looking at me
by the old oak,
that can't be,
she knows as well as me.
Left on Avalon Road
past Mazzio's Pizzeria,
to the park-side
of Alta Vista.
By the dunes,
fading dream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Smiling blinky in 1983,
when she loved me.
-Will Dockery

Thanks for stopping by, Olga...

If you scroll up a little, Will, you'll see that Olga last stopped by here in July ... and that you'd already thanked her then ... as well as the month before that.

What motivation could you possibly have for responding to this post a second time ... four months after the fact ... and with absolutely nothing new to say?

That's a serious question. I can't even begin to fathom what your motivations are. You're obviously smart enough to know that this sort of thing only makes you appear desperate for every scrap of acknowledgement that comes your way.

And, even if you aren't smart enough, Me pointed it out to you the first time you'd thanked her. Are you trying to prove that Me was right?

[Will Dockery]

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Post by Will Dockery
Japonica Julie (1983)
Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.
Wiggle flex
round the corner in 1983,
when she loved me.
Warble snobble in 1983,
when she loved me.
China Girl don't seem to
use much English,
gets enough
to leave me a pot of tea.
We hit the pothole
on Primrose
that landed us here
more or less.
Mulberry pie and ice cream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Japonica Julie in 1983,
when she loved me.
I knew it was late,
when she stumbled.
Overcast in the fog,
...fumbled.
She was looking at me
by the old oak,
that can't be,
she knows as well as me.
Left on Avalon Road
past Mazzio's Pizzeria,
to the park-side
of Alta Vista.
By the dunes,
fading dream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Smiling blinky in 1983,
when she loved me.
-Will Dockery

Thanks for stopping by, Olga...

If you scroll up a little, Will, you'll see that Olga last stopped by here in July

No, Pendragon, Olga just posted here a couple of days ago, and several times since July.

:)

[Will Dockery]

On Wednesday, November 29, 2017 at 11:38:59 AM UTC-5,

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Japonica Julie (1983)
Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.
Wiggle flex
round the corner in 1983,
when she loved me.
Warble snobble in 1983,
when she loved me.
China Girl don't seem to
use much English,
gets enough
to leave me a pot of tea.
We hit the pothole
on Primrose
that landed us here
more or less.
Mulberry pie and ice cream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Japonica Julie in 1983,
when she loved me.
I knew it was late,
when she stumbled.
Overcast in the fog,
...fumbled.
She was looking at me
by the old oak,
that can't be,
she knows as well as me.
Left on Avalon Road
past Mazzio's Pizzeria,
to the park-side
of Alta Vista.
By the dunes,
fading dream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Smiling blinky in 1983,
when she loved me.
-Will Dockery

Thanks for stopping by, Olga...

If you scroll up a little, Will, you'll see that Olga last stopped by here in July

No, Pendragon, Olga just posted here a couple of days ago, and several times
since July... and still posts to this day...

:D

[Will Dockery]

Real life poetry, life that is transformed into art, an example follows...

Japonica Julie (1983)

Post by Will Dockery
Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.
Wiggle flex
round the corner in 1983,
when she loved me.
Warble snobble in 1983,
when she loved me.
China Girl don't seem to
use much English,
gets enough
to leave me a pot of tea.
We hit the pothole
on Primrose
that landed us here
more or less.
Mulberry pie and ice cream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Japonica Julie in 1983,
when she loved me.
I knew it was late,
when she stumbled.
Overcast in the fog,
...fumbled.
She was looking at me
by the old oak,
that can't be,
she knows as well as me.
Left on Avalon Road
past Mazzio's Pizzeria,
to the park-side
of Alta Vista.
By the dunes,
fading dream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Smiling blinky in 1983,
when she loved me.
-Will Dockery

C & C welcomed...

[Will Dockery]

Real life poetry, life that is transformed into art, an example follows...

Japonica Julie (1983)

Post by Will Dockery
Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.
Wiggle flex
round the corner in 1983,
when she loved me.
Warble snobble in 1983,
when she loved me.
China Girl don't seem to
use much English,
gets enough
to leave me a pot of tea.
We hit the pothole
on Primrose
that landed us here
more or less.
Mulberry pie and ice cream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Japonica Julie in 1983,
when she loved me.
I knew it was late,
when she stumbled.
Overcast in the fog,
...fumbled.
She was looking at me
by the old oak,
that can't be,
she knows as well as me.
Left on Avalon Road
past Mazzio's Pizzeria,
to the park-side
of Alta Vista.
By the dunes,
fading dream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Smiling blinky in 1983,
when she loved me.
-Will Dockery

C & C welcomed... no trolls or Pendragon spambots, please.

:)

[m***@gmail.com]

Post by Will Dockery
Real life poetry, life that is transformed into art, an example follows...
Japonica Julie (1983)

Post by Will Dockery
Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.
Wiggle flex
round the corner in 1983,
when she loved me.
Warble snobble in 1983,
when she loved me.
China Girl don't seem to
use much English,
gets enough
to leave me a pot of tea.
We hit the pothole
on Primrose
that landed us here
more or less.
Mulberry pie and ice cream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Japonica Julie in 1983,
when she loved me.
I knew it was late,
when she stumbled.
Overcast in the fog,
...fumbled.
She was looking at me
by the old oak,
that can't be,
she knows as well as me.
Left on Avalon Road
past Mazzio's Pizzeria,
to the park-side
of Alta Vista.
By the dunes,
fading dream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Smiling blinky in 1983,
when she loved me.
-Will Dockery

C & C welcomed... no trolls or Pendragon spambots, please.
:)

"Jennifer Juniper" was 1,000x better.

[Will Dockery]

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Post by Will Dockery
Real life poetry, life that is transformed into art, an example follows...
Japonica Julie (1983)

Post by Will Dockery
Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.
Wiggle flex
round the corner in 1983,
when she loved me.
Warble snobble in 1983,
when she loved me.
China Girl don't seem to
use much English,
gets enough
to leave me a pot of tea.
We hit the pothole
on Primrose
that landed us here
more or less.
Mulberry pie and ice cream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Japonica Julie in 1983,
when she loved me.
I knew it was late,
when she stumbled.
Overcast in the fog,
...fumbled.
She was looking at me
by the old oak,
that can't be,
she knows as well as me.
Left on Avalon Road
past Mazzio's Pizzeria,
to the park-side
of Alta Vista.
By the dunes,
fading dream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Smiling blinky in 1983,
when she loved me.
-Will Dockery

C & C welcomed... no trolls or Pendragon spambots, please.
:)

"Jennifer Juniper" was 1,000x better.

Sure, I love Donovan's music, also... which was a thousand times better than Pat Boone or Tiny Tim, of course.

:)

[m***@gmail.com]

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Post by Will Dockery
Real life poetry, life that is transformed into art, an example follows...
Japonica Julie (1983)

Post by Will Dockery
Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.
Wiggle flex
round the corner in 1983,
when she loved me.
Warble snobble in 1983,
when she loved me.
China Girl don't seem to
use much English,
gets enough
to leave me a pot of tea.
We hit the pothole
on Primrose
that landed us here
more or less.
Mulberry pie and ice cream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Japonica Julie in 1983,
when she loved me.
I knew it was late,
when she stumbled.
Overcast in the fog,
...fumbled.
She was looking at me
by the old oak,
that can't be,
she knows as well as me.
Left on Avalon Road
past Mazzio's Pizzeria,
to the park-side
of Alta Vista.
By the dunes,
fading dream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Smiling blinky in 1983,
when she loved me.
-Will Dockery

C & C welcomed... no trolls or Pendragon spambots, please.
:)

"Jennifer Juniper" was 1,000x better.

Sure, I love Donovan's music, also... which was a thousand times better than Pat Boone or Tiny Tim, of course.

I'm not a Donovan fan ... but "Jennifer Juniper" was 1,000x better than your copycat crapfest.

[Will Dockery]

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Post by Will Dockery
Real life poetry, life that is transformed into art, an example follows...
Japonica Julie (1983)

Post by Will Dockery
Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.
Wiggle flex
round the corner in 1983,
when she loved me.
Warble snobble in 1983,
when she loved me.
China Girl don't seem to
use much English,
gets enough
to leave me a pot of tea.
We hit the pothole
on Primrose
that landed us here
more or less.
Mulberry pie and ice cream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Japonica Julie in 1983,
when she loved me.
I knew it was late,
when she stumbled.
Overcast in the fog,
...fumbled.
She was looking at me
by the old oak,
that can't be,
she knows as well as me.
Left on Avalon Road
past Mazzio's Pizzeria,
to the park-side
of Alta Vista.
By the dunes,
fading dream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Smiling blinky in 1983,
when she loved me.
-Will Dockery

C & C welcomed... no trolls or Pendragon spambots, please.
:)

"Jennifer Juniper" was 1,000x better.

Sure, I love Donovan's music, also... which was a thousand times better than Pat Boone or Tiny Tim, of course.

I'm not a Donovan fan ... but "Jennifer Juniper" was 1,000x better than your copycat

Except for the fact that my oem has not relation to Donovan's song except the "J.J." title character, who is based on a person I know.

[Michael Pendragon]

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Post by Will Dockery
Real life poetry, life that is transformed into art, an example follows...
Japonica Julie (1983)

Post by Will Dockery
Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.
Wiggle flex
round the corner in 1983,
when she loved me.
Warble snobble in 1983,
when she loved me.
China Girl don't seem to
use much English,
gets enough
to leave me a pot of tea.
We hit the pothole
on Primrose
that landed us here
more or less.
Mulberry pie and ice cream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Japonica Julie in 1983,
when she loved me.
I knew it was late,
when she stumbled.
Overcast in the fog,
...fumbled.
She was looking at me
by the old oak,
that can't be,
she knows as well as me.
Left on Avalon Road
past Mazzio's Pizzeria,
to the park-side
of Alta Vista.
By the dunes,
fading dream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Smiling blinky in 1983,
when she loved me.
-Will Dockery

C & C welcomed... no trolls or Pendragon spambots, please.
:)

"Jennifer Juniper" was 1,000x better.

Sure, I love Donovan's music, also... which was a thousand times better than Pat Boone or Tiny Tim, of course.

I'm not a Donovan fan ... but "Jennifer Juniper" was 1,000x better than your copycat

Except for the fact that my oem has not relation to Donovan's song except the "J.J." title character, who is based on a person I know.

Original equipment manufacturer?

Let's see now:

Both of your songs are also about girls.

Both of the girls live on hills.

Jennifer Juniper, lives upon the hill
Jennifer Juniper, sitting very still

Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.

Donovan wonders if JJ loves him.
Fat Fuck reminisces about when JJ loved him.

Of course your "oem" isn't worth discussing. And love song that ends with the lines "Smiling blinky in 1983,/when she loved me" is too ridiculous for words. Let's call it an "homage" to "Jennifer Juniper," and be done with it.

Now fuck off.

[Will Dockery]

Post by Michael Pendragon

Post by Will Dockery
Japonica Julie (1983)

Post by Will Dockery
Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.
Wiggle flex
round the corner in 1983,
when she loved me.
Warble snobble in 1983,
when she loved me.
China Girl don't seem to
use much English,
gets enough
to leave me a pot of tea.
We hit the pothole
on Primrose
that landed us here
more or less.
Mulberry pie and ice cream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Japonica Julie in 1983,
when she loved me.
I knew it was late,
when she stumbled.
Overcast in the fog,
...fumbled.
She was looking at me
by the old oak,
that can't be,
she knows as well as me.
Left on Avalon Road
past Mazzio's Pizzeria,
to the park-side
of Alta Vista.
By the dunes,
fading dream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Smiling blinky in 1983,
when she loved me.
-Will Dockery

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Post by Michael Pendragon
Both of your songs are also about girls.
Both of the girls live on hills.
Jennifer Juniper, lives upon the hill
Jennifer Juniper, sitting very still
Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.

And that's it?

You prove my point for me, that "Japonica Julie (1983)" is just about completely different from "Jennifer Juniper".

:)

[Michael Pendragon]

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Michael Pendragon

Post by Will Dockery
Japonica Julie (1983)

Post by Will Dockery
Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.
Wiggle flex
round the corner in 1983,
when she loved me.
Warble snobble in 1983,
when she loved me.
China Girl don't seem to
use much English,
gets enough
to leave me a pot of tea.
We hit the pothole
on Primrose
that landed us here
more or less.
Mulberry pie and ice cream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Japonica Julie in 1983,
when she loved me.
I knew it was late,
when she stumbled.
Overcast in the fog,
...fumbled.
She was looking at me
by the old oak,
that can't be,
she knows as well as me.
Left on Avalon Road
past Mazzio's Pizzeria,
to the park-side
of Alta Vista.
By the dunes,
fading dream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Smiling blinky in 1983,
when she loved me.
-Will Dockery

<snip for focus>

Post by Michael Pendragon
Both of your songs are also about girls.
Both of the girls live on hills.
Jennifer Juniper, lives upon the hill
Jennifer Juniper, sitting very still
Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.

And that's it?
You prove my point for me, that "Japonica Julie (1983)" is just about completely different from "Jennifer Juniper".

That's enough. There isn't much else going on in either lyric.

You "borrowed" Donovan's title, "borrowed" his main character, and stuck in a few personal references. It's one step above Pick's sticking "kosher" in front of "Piglet."

[Will Dockery]

Post by Michael Pendragon

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Michael Pendragon

Post by Will Dockery
Japonica Julie (1983)

Post by Will Dockery
Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.
Wiggle flex
round the corner in 1983,
when she loved me.
Warble snobble in 1983,
when she loved me.
China Girl don't seem to
use much English,
gets enough
to leave me a pot of tea.
We hit the pothole
on Primrose
that landed us here
more or less.
Mulberry pie and ice cream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Japonica Julie in 1983,
when she loved me.
I knew it was late,
when she stumbled.
Overcast in the fog,
...fumbled.
She was looking at me
by the old oak,
that can't be,
she knows as well as me.
Left on Avalon Road
past Mazzio's Pizzeria,
to the park-side
of Alta Vista.
By the dunes,
fading dream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Smiling blinky in 1983,
when she loved me.
-Will Dockery

<snip for focus>

Post by Michael Pendragon
Both of your songs are also about girls.
Both of the girls live on hills.
Jennifer Juniper, lives upon the hill
Jennifer Juniper, sitting very still
Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.

And that's it?
You prove my point for me, that "Japonica Julie (1983)" is just about completely different from "Jennifer Juniper".

That's enough. There isn't much else going on in either lyric.
You "borrowed" Donovan's title, "borrowed" his main character, and stuck in a few personal references.

Wrong... the poem is about a girl named Julie who lived on Japonica Drive.

Here's Japonica Drive, in Edgewood:

https://goo.gl/maps/Xho9JnoQ9UG2

Here's Julie, with me:

Loading Image...

Again, I've always liked Donovan's music ("Atlantis" is a favorite) but he had really nothing to do with this poem.

[Michael Pendragon]

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Michael Pendragon

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Michael Pendragon

Post by Will Dockery
Japonica Julie (1983)

Post by Will Dockery
Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.
Wiggle flex
round the corner in 1983,
when she loved me.
Warble snobble in 1983,
when she loved me.
China Girl don't seem to
use much English,
gets enough
to leave me a pot of tea.
We hit the pothole
on Primrose
that landed us here
more or less.
Mulberry pie and ice cream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Japonica Julie in 1983,
when she loved me.
I knew it was late,
when she stumbled.
Overcast in the fog,
...fumbled.
She was looking at me
by the old oak,
that can't be,
she knows as well as me.
Left on Avalon Road
past Mazzio's Pizzeria,
to the park-side
of Alta Vista.
By the dunes,
fading dream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Smiling blinky in 1983,
when she loved me.
-Will Dockery

<snip for focus>

Post by Michael Pendragon
Both of your songs are also about girls.
Both of the girls live on hills.
Jennifer Juniper, lives upon the hill
Jennifer Juniper, sitting very still
Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.

And that's it?
You prove my point for me, that "Japonica Julie (1983)" is just about completely different from "Jennifer Juniper".

That's enough. There isn't much else going on in either lyric.
You "borrowed" Donovan's title, "borrowed" his main character, and stuck in a few personal references.

Wrong... the poem is about a girl named Julie who lived on Japonica Drive.
https://goo.gl/maps/Xho9JnoQ9UG2
http://picproxy.topixcdn.com/gallery/up-2UCHRUKRH97UBP45.jpg
Again, I've always liked Donovan's music ("Atlantis" is a favorite) but he had really nothing to do with this poem.

Sure he did. Julie from Japonica drive reminded you of the similarly alliterative Jennifer Juniper -- so, second-hander that you are, you wrote your own version.

Why are you wearing paper towels under your hat?

[Will Dockery]

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Post by Will Dockery

Post by Michael Pendragon

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Michael Pendragon

Post by Will Dockery
Japonica Julie (1983)

Post by Will Dockery
Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.
Wiggle flex
round the corner in 1983,
when she loved me.
Warble snobble in 1983,
when she loved me.
China Girl don't seem to
use much English,
gets enough
to leave me a pot of tea.
We hit the pothole
on Primrose
that landed us here
more or less.
Mulberry pie and ice cream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Japonica Julie in 1983,
when she loved me.
I knew it was late,
when she stumbled.
Overcast in the fog,
...fumbled.
She was looking at me
by the old oak,
that can't be,
she knows as well as me.
Left on Avalon Road
past Mazzio's Pizzeria,
to the park-side
of Alta Vista.
By the dunes,
fading dream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Smiling blinky in 1983,
when she loved me.
-Will Dockery

<snip for focus>

Post by Michael Pendragon
Both of your songs are also about girls.
Both of the girls live on hills.
Jennifer Juniper, lives upon the hill
Jennifer Juniper, sitting very still
Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.

And that's it?
You prove my point for me, that "Japonica Julie (1983)" is just about completely different from "Jennifer Juniper".

That's enough. There isn't much else going on in either lyric.
You "borrowed" Donovan's title, "borrowed" his main character, and stuck in a few personal references.

Wrong... the poem is about a girl named Julie who lived on Japonica Drive.
https://goo.gl/maps/Xho9JnoQ9UG2
http://picproxy.topixcdn.com/gallery/up-2UCHRUKRH97UBP45.jpg
Again, I've always liked Donovan's music ("Atlantis" is a favorite) but he had really nothing to do with this poem.

Sure he did. Julie from Japonica drive reminded you of the similarly alliterative Jennifer Juniper --

Yet the only similarity is the "J.J." thing, that's all, if that.

Post by Michael Pendragon
so, second-hander that you are, you wrote your own version.

So you claim, but in reality the two poem/lyrics are not alike at all.

Post by Michael Pendragon
Why are you wearing paper towels under your hat?

That was a white t-shirt I was wearing like a "hat flap". It had turned chilly that night and it felt comfortable...

[Michael Pendragon]

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Post by Michael Pendragon

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Michael Pendragon

Post by Will Dockery
Japonica Julie (1983)

Post by Will Dockery
Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.
Wiggle flex
round the corner in 1983,
when she loved me.
Warble snobble in 1983,
when she loved me.
China Girl don't seem to
use much English,
gets enough
to leave me a pot of tea.
We hit the pothole
on Primrose
that landed us here
more or less.
Mulberry pie and ice cream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Japonica Julie in 1983,
when she loved me.
I knew it was late,
when she stumbled.
Overcast in the fog,
...fumbled.
She was looking at me
by the old oak,
that can't be,
she knows as well as me.
Left on Avalon Road
past Mazzio's Pizzeria,
to the park-side
of Alta Vista.
By the dunes,
fading dream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Smiling blinky in 1983,
when she loved me.
-Will Dockery

<snip for focus>

Post by Michael Pendragon
Both of your songs are also about girls.
Both of the girls live on hills.
Jennifer Juniper, lives upon the hill
Jennifer Juniper, sitting very still
Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.

And that's it?
You prove my point for me, that "Japonica Julie (1983)" is just about completely different from "Jennifer Juniper".

That's enough. There isn't much else going on in either lyric.
You "borrowed" Donovan's title, "borrowed" his main character, and stuck in a few personal references.

Wrong... the poem is about a girl named Julie who lived on Japonica Drive.
https://goo.gl/maps/Xho9JnoQ9UG2
http://picproxy.topixcdn.com/gallery/up-2UCHRUKRH97UBP45.jpg
Again, I've always liked Donovan's music ("Atlantis" is a favorite) but he had really nothing to do with this poem.

Sure he did. Julie from Japonica drive reminded you of the similarly alliterative Jennifer Juniper --

Yet the only similarity is the "J.J." thing, that's all, if that.

Post by Michael Pendragon
so, second-hander that you are, you wrote your own version.

So you claim, but in reality the two poem/lyrics are not alike at all.

"Japonica" is a generic love song that's no different than a million other love songs: a lover looks back fondly on a past relationship. The *only* distinguishing feature about it is the odd-sounding title which you'd clearly borrowed from Donovan's song.

"Japonica" is the street where Julie lived. "Juniper" is the boutique that Jennifer owned.

Donovan's song is about the initial phases of a romance -- he has a crush on Jennifer and wonders if she like him too.

Your song is about the aftermath of a romance -- the self-absorbed Lothario remembers the fun times *he* had with his ex (without wondering where she is, or what became of her, or even wishing to get back together).

Both songs objectify the women they are ostensibly about. Donovan's song has a quaint, nursery rhyme feel to it which your song attempts to replicate with lines about mulberry pie and nonsense like warble snobble.

They could easily serve as bookends to the same story: Donovan's crush, followed by the love story, followed by your self-complacent reminisences.

They could ... except that Donovan's song is 1,000x better than yours, which seems to attribute as much significance to Pac Man as to Julie.

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Michael Pendragon
Why are you wearing paper towels under your hat?

That was a white t-shirt I was wearing like a "hat flap". It had turned chilly that night and it felt comfortable...

Bumwear.

[NancyGene]

Post by Michael Pendragon

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Michael Pendragon

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Michael Pendragon

Post by Will Dockery
Japonica Julie (1983)

Post by Will Dockery
Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.
Wiggle flex
round the corner in 1983,
when she loved me.
Warble snobble in 1983,
when she loved me.
China Girl don't seem to
use much English,
gets enough
to leave me a pot of tea.
We hit the pothole
on Primrose
that landed us here
more or less.
Mulberry pie and ice cream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Japonica Julie in 1983,
when she loved me.
I knew it was late,
when she stumbled.
Overcast in the fog,
...fumbled.
She was looking at me
by the old oak,
that can't be,
she knows as well as me.
Left on Avalon Road
past Mazzio's Pizzeria,
to the park-side
of Alta Vista.
By the dunes,
fading dream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Smiling blinky in 1983,
when she loved me.
-Will Dockery

<snip for focus>

Post by Michael Pendragon
Both of your songs are also about girls.
Both of the girls live on hills.
Jennifer Juniper, lives upon the hill
Jennifer Juniper, sitting very still
Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.

And that's it?
You prove my point for me, that "Japonica Julie (1983)" is just about completely different from "Jennifer Juniper".

That's enough. There isn't much else going on in either lyric.
You "borrowed" Donovan's title, "borrowed" his main character, and stuck in a few personal references.

Wrong... the poem is about a girl named Julie who lived on Japonica Drive.
https://goo.gl/maps/Xho9JnoQ9UG2
http://picproxy.topixcdn.com/gallery/up-2UCHRUKRH97UBP45.jpg
Again, I've always liked Donovan's music ("Atlantis" is a favorite) but he had really nothing to do with this poem.

Sure he did. Julie from Japonica drive reminded you of the similarly alliterative Jennifer Juniper -- so, second-hander that you are, you wrote your own version.
Why are you wearing paper towels under your hat?

And there's Will wearing his favorite (only) checkered shirt--untucked, untidy, unclean. It looks like he is wearing a diaper on his head. The cigarette in her hand is a nice touch inside a store.

[Will Dockery]

Post by NancyGene

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Will Dockery
Japonica Julie (1983)

Post by Will Dockery
Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.
Wiggle flex
round the corner in 1983,
when she loved me.
Warble snobble in 1983,
when she loved me.
China Girl don't seem to
use much English,
gets enough
to leave me a pot of tea.
We hit the pothole
on Primrose
that landed us here
more or less.
Mulberry pie and ice cream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Japonica Julie in 1983,
when she loved me.
I knew it was late,
when she stumbled.
Overcast in the fog,
...fumbled.
She was looking at me
by the old oak,
that can't be,
she knows as well as me.
Left on Avalon Road
past Mazzio's Pizzeria,
to the park-side
of Alta Vista.
By the dunes,
fading dream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Smiling blinky in 1983,
when she loved me.
-Will Dockery

<snip for focus>
https://goo.gl/maps/Xho9JnoQ9UG2
http://picproxy.topixcdn.com/gallery/up-2UCHRUKRH97UBP45.jpg

Post by NancyGene

Post by Will Dockery
Again, I've always liked Donovan's music ("Atlantis" is a favorite) but he had really nothing to do with this poem.

<...>

Post by NancyGene
And there's Will wearing his favorite (only) checkered shirt

I have a few favorite shirts, such as my "Blood on the Tracks"/Roll Tide one, shown here:

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And my "Sunday Go To Meeting" yellow one:

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To name a couple...

[m***@gmail.com]

Post by Will Dockery

Post by NancyGene

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Will Dockery
Japonica Julie (1983)

Post by Will Dockery
Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.
Wiggle flex
round the corner in 1983,
when she loved me.
Warble snobble in 1983,
when she loved me.
China Girl don't seem to
use much English,
gets enough
to leave me a pot of tea.
We hit the pothole
on Primrose
that landed us here
more or less.
Mulberry pie and ice cream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Japonica Julie in 1983,
when she loved me.
I knew it was late,
when she stumbled.
Overcast in the fog,
...fumbled.
She was looking at me
by the old oak,
that can't be,
she knows as well as me.
Left on Avalon Road
past Mazzio's Pizzeria,
to the park-side
of Alta Vista.
By the dunes,
fading dream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Smiling blinky in 1983,
when she loved me.
-Will Dockery

<snip for focus>
https://goo.gl/maps/Xho9JnoQ9UG2
http://picproxy.topixcdn.com/gallery/up-2UCHRUKRH97UBP45.jpg

Post by NancyGene

Post by Will Dockery
Again, I've always liked Donovan's music ("Atlantis" is a favorite) but he had really nothing to do with this poem.

<...>

Post by NancyGene
And there's Will wearing his favorite (only) checkered shirt

https://scontent-atl3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/31069028_10156492417729363_4248805846496051200_n.jpg?_nc_cat=0&oh=2ae2497bc160eeb12366ebb2a32e2242&oe=5BBD7335
https://scontent-atl3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/30742812_10156486148184363_8231728529897684992_n.jpg?_nc_cat=0&oh=abe3107e4f474a7d617306d1c2f75cd6&oe=5BBC127B
To name a couple...

Congratulations, Will! You've owned three shirts over the past 30 years.

But I think the real question that our readers would like us to ask is: How often did you wash them?

[Will Dockery]

Post by m***@gmail.com

Post by Will Dockery

Post by NancyGene

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Will Dockery
Japonica Julie (1983)

Post by Will Dockery
Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.
Wiggle flex
round the corner in 1983,
when she loved me.
Warble snobble in 1983,
when she loved me.
China Girl don't seem to
use much English,
gets enough
to leave me a pot of tea.
We hit the pothole
on Primrose
that landed us here
more or less.
Mulberry pie and ice cream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Japonica Julie in 1983,
when she loved me.
I knew it was late,
when she stumbled.
Overcast in the fog,
...fumbled.
She was looking at me
by the old oak,
that can't be,
she knows as well as me.
Left on Avalon Road
past Mazzio's Pizzeria,
to the park-side
of Alta Vista.
By the dunes,
fading dream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Smiling blinky in 1983,
when she loved me.
-Will Dockery

<snip for focus>
https://goo.gl/maps/Xho9JnoQ9UG2
http://picproxy.topixcdn.com/gallery/up-2UCHRUKRH97UBP45.jpg

Post by NancyGene

Post by Will Dockery
Again, I've always liked Donovan's music ("Atlantis" is a favorite) but he had really nothing to do with this poem.

<...>

Post by NancyGene
And there's Will wearing his favorite (only) checkered shirt

https://scontent-atl3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/31069028_10156492417729363_4248805846496051200_n.jpg?_nc_cat=0&oh=2ae2497bc160eeb12366ebb2a32e2242&oe=5BBD7335
https://scontent-atl3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/30742812_10156486148184363_8231728529897684992_n.jpg?_nc_cat=0&oh=abe3107e4f474a7d617306d1c2f75cd6&oe=5BBC127B
To name a couple...

Congratulations, Will! You've owned three shirts

Amazing trivia, eh?

[Chafetz Chayim haYehu'di]

On Wednesday, June 6, 2018 at 5:05:30 AM UTC-7, PaedoBarney is a cookie cutter template

Post by Michael Pendragon
You "borrowed" Donovan's title, "borrowed" his main character, and stuck in a few personal references. It's one step above Pick's sticking "kosher" in front of "Piglet."

Shalom & Boker tov, Will...what would a day be without PaedoBarney's lies? I scanned some of his screeds from this a.m., including his paraphrasing thoughts from Wiki. And, he tires of that, he invents the accusation that my homage to Reb Benjamin Hoff was plagiarism. It was not, of course, as a check on its appearance on Facebook demonstrates my giving credit to Reb Hoff.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Torah אלילה Yehu'di Apikores / Philologia Kabbalistica Speculativa Researcher
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Post by Chafetz Chayim haYehu'di
On Wednesday, June 6, 2018 at 5:05:30 AM UTC-7, PaedoBarney is a cookie cutter template

Post by Michael Pendragon
You "borrowed" Donovan's title, "borrowed" his main character, and stuck in a few personal references. It's one step above Pick's sticking "kosher" in front of "Piglet."

Shalom & Boker tov, Will...what would a day be without PaedoBarney's lies? I scanned some of his screeds from this a.m., including his paraphrasing thoughts from Wiki. And, he tires of that, he invents the accusation that my homage to Reb Benjamin Hoff was plagiarism. It was not, of course, as a check on its appearance on Facebook demonstrates my giving credit to Reb Hoff.

You gave no credit to him here, plagiarist.

Now hurry up and die.

[Chafetz Chayim haYehu'di]

On Wednesday, June 6, 2018 at 9:03:37 AM UTC-7, PaedoBarney still clings to his binky...


PaedoBarney is irrelevant, a cartoonish non-talent masquerading. He, no doubt, is attempting to impress NaziGene with his profound wisdom of young ones.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Torah אלילה Yehu'di Apikores / Philologia Kabbalistica Speculativa Researcher
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[Michael Pendragon]

Post by Chafetz Chayim haYehu'di
On Wednesday, June 6, 2018 at 9:03:37 AM UTC-7, PaedoBarney still clings to his binky...
PaedoBarney is irrelevant, a cartoonish non-talent masquerading. He, no doubt, is attempting to impress NaziGene with his profound wisdom of young ones.

None of your delusional gibberish alters the fact that you stole from Winnie the Pooh.

Now fuck off and die.

[h***@gmail.com]

Shazam & Taco Bell, Pickles. Your homage to Benjamin Hoff looks
to me to be mostly about you, and doesn't honor his original idea,
which is what I thought an homage was supposed to be, but maybe
I'm wrong, or maybe you did, and who's to say what means what?

[Will Dockery]

Post by h***@gmail.com
Shazam & Taco Bell, Pickles. Your homage to Benjamin Hoff looks
to me to be mostly about you, and doesn't honor his original idea,
which is what I thought an homage was supposed to be, but maybe
I'm wrong, or maybe you did, and who's to say what means what?

Speaking of false reports, I will note that still nobody has come forward with any evidence that the poem Art Lesson by Lisa Scarborough is not original:

https://groups.google.com/d/msg/alt.arts.poetry.comments/wKlJom-EZYg/z96VcL31QT0J

And if anyone had any "proof", wrong or otherwise, you know they wouldn't
hesitate to smear Lisa with it.

Thus... zero proof for the lies about Lisa's poem.

[Michael Pendragon]

Post by Will Dockery

Post by h***@gmail.com
Shazam & Taco Bell, Pickles. Your homage to Benjamin Hoff looks
to me to be mostly about you, and doesn't honor his original idea,
which is what I thought an homage was supposed to be, but maybe
I'm wrong, or maybe you did, and who's to say what means what?

https://groups.google.com/d/msg/alt.arts.poetry.comments/wKlJom-EZYg/z96VcL31QT0J
And if anyone had any "proof", wrong or otherwise, you know they wouldn't
hesitate to smear Lisa with it.
Thus... zero proof for the lies about Lisa's poem.

We're still waiting for your proof that it's a poem.

[Chafetz Chayim haYehu'di]

Post by h***@gmail.com
Shazam & Taco Bell, Pickles. Your homage to Benjamin Hoff looks
to me to be mostly about you, and doesn't honor his original idea,
which is what I thought an homage was supposed to be, but maybe
I'm wrong, or maybe you did, and who's to say what means what?

Shalom & Boker tov, Corey...I have read both of Reb Hoff's tributes to A.A. Milne...and I do not need your crucifictionist dogmatism to dictate to me what I am to write. Your salutation is, of course, innocuous.

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Torah אלילה Yehu'di Apikores / Philologia Kabbalistica Speculativa Researcher
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[h***@gmail.com]

Shazam & Taco Bell again, Pickles. The humor
is obviously lost on you. Nevertheless, there it is.

[Chafetz Chayim haYehu'di]

Post by h***@gmail.com
Shazam & Taco Bell again, Pickles. The humor
is obviously lost on you. Nevertheless, there it is.

There is nothing here 'lost' on me.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
STEPHAN PICKERING / חפץ ח"ם בן אברהם
Torah אלילה Yehu'di Apikores / Philologia Kabbalistica Speculativa Researcher
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Post by h***@gmail.com
Shazam & Taco Bell, Pickles. Your homage to Benjamin Hoff looks
to me to be mostly about you, and doesn't honor his original idea,
which is what I thought an homage was supposed to be, but maybe
I'm wrong, or maybe you did, and who's to say what means what?

Shalom & Boker tov, Corey...I have read both of Reb Hoff's tributes to A.A. Milne...and I do not need your crucifictionist dogmatism to dictate to me what I am to write. Your salutation is, of course, innocuous.

You'll be singing a different tune once you've hear from Pooh's lawyers.

[Chafetz Chayim haYehu'di]

On Wednesday, June 6, 2018 at 11:54:54 AM UTC-7, PaedoBarney remains a catholick...

Post by Michael Pendragon
You'll be singing a different tune once you've hear from Pooh's lawyers.

How about PaedoBarney being censured by his local opus dei?

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Torah אלילה Yehu'di Apikores / Philologia Kabbalistica Speculativa Researcher
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Post by Chafetz Chayim haYehu'di
On Wednesday, June 6, 2018 at 11:54:54 AM UTC-7, PaedoBarney remains a catholick...

Post by Michael Pendragon
You'll be singing a different tune once you've hear from Pooh's lawyers.

How about PaedoBarney being censured by his local opus dei?

Even if I were Catholic, that would have no bearing on the fact that you stole from Winnie the Pooh.

[Chafetz Chayim haYehu'di]

On Wednesday, June 6, 2018 at 12:15:01 PM UTC-7, mydemonPaedo is sputtering...


PaedoBarney is lying. He is catholick, a plagiarising fraud.

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Post by Chafetz Chayim haYehu'di
On Wednesday, June 6, 2018 at 12:15:01 PM UTC-7, mydemonPaedo is sputtering...
PaedoBarney is lying. He is catholick, a plagiarising fraud.

None of which changes the fact that you stole from Winnie the Pooh.

[Chafetz Chayim haYehu'di]

On Wednesday, June 6, 2018 at 12:44:27 PM UTC-7, mydemonPaedo...

Shalom & Erev tov, everyone...the fact is, I 'stole' from no one, not even an imaginary character. But PaedoBarney, for years, has been stealing and plundering at Youtube with his fascist gothicrap.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Torah אלילה Yehu'di Apikores / Philologia Kabbalistica Speculativa Researcher
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Post by Chafetz Chayim haYehu'di
On Wednesday, June 6, 2018 at 12:44:27 PM UTC-7, mydemonPaedo...
Shalom & Erev tov, everyone...the fact is, I 'stole' from no one, not even an imaginary character. But PaedoBarney, for years, has been stealing and plundering at Youtube with his fascist gothicrap.

What I do has no bearing on the fact that you stole from Winnie the Pooh (and Piglet, too).

[Will Dockery]

Post by m***@gmail.com
None of which changes the fact that you stole from Winnie the Pooh.

To get serious here for a moment, Pendragon, why do you say that Stephan's use of Pooh in a Jewish context is not transformative usage?

Enlighten me, please.

[Michael Pendragon]

Post by Will Dockery

Post by m***@gmail.com
None of which changes the fact that you stole from Winnie the Pooh.

To get serious here for a moment, Pendragon, why do you say that Stephan's use of Pooh in a Jewish context is not transformative usage?
Enlighten me, please.

Benjamin Hoff used quoted passages from various "Winnie the Pooh" stories for his book "The Tao of Pooh." Hoff did not transform the "Pooh" tales, but rather interpreted them in terms of the Tao.

(NOTE: Hoff's book is not a work of fiction, but an introduction to Eastern philosophy/the Tao.)

Pick has pulled a passage from "Pooh" that Hoff quoted in his work. Rather than explain how this passage relates to the Torah/Judaism (as Hoff did with the Tao), Pick simply sticks a "Kosher" label on Piglet and swaps out a few of the English words in the passage with their Hebrew equivalents.

Translating a half dozen words in a story is a partial translation. It does not transform the meaning of the tale in any way.

Try translating a half dozen words in the latest Stephen King novel into Hebrew and publishing it as a "transformative" work, and see how far you get.

Pick plagiarized Pooh. Plain and simple.

Pick plagiarizes everyone.

His great magnum opus is merely his linking of existent Hebrew tales/legends to Bob Dylan lyrics (no mean feat since Dylan was brought up Jewish).

[Chafetz Chayim haYehu'di]

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PaedoBarney's lies and stupidity, and catholick blasphemies, are noted, ignored, archived.
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Post by Chafetz Chayim haYehu'di
On Thursday, June 7, 2018 at 7:30:52 AM UTC-7, PaedoBarneyDeEunuch continues his screeds...
PaedoBarney's lies and stupidity, and catholick blasphemies, are noted, ignored, archived.

Do the Catholics accuse you of stealing from Winnie the Pooh, too, Pick? I can't imagine how one would consider that a blasphemy. You may be delusional but you cannot possibly be *that* delusional ... can you?

[Will Dockery]

Post by Will Dockery
Japonica Julie (1983)
Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.
Wiggle flex
round the corner in 1983,
when she loved me.
Warble snobble in 1983,
when she loved me.
China Girl don't seem to
use much English,
gets enough
to leave me a pot of tea.
We hit the pothole
on Primrose
that landed us here
more or less.
Mulberry pie and ice cream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Japonica Julie in 1983,
when she loved me.
I knew it was late,
when she stumbled.
Overcast in the fog,
...fumbled.
She was looking at me
by the old oak,
that can't be,
she knows as well as me.
Left on Avalon Road
past Mazzio's Pizzeria,
to the park-side
of Alta Vista.
By the dunes,
fading dream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Smiling blinky in 1983,
when she loved me.
-Will Dockery

Getting this group back on track, and the topic of poetry...

[1***@gmail.com]

Post by Will Dockery
Japonica Julie (1983)
Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.
Wiggle flex
round the corner in 1983,
when she loved me.
Warble snobble in 1983,
when she loved me.
China Girl don't seem to
use much English,
gets enough
to leave me a pot of tea.
We hit the pothole
on Primrose
that landed us here
more or less.
Mulberry pie and ice cream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Japonica Julie in 1983,
when she loved me.
I knew it was late,
when she stumbled.
Overcast in the fog,
...fumbled.
She was looking at me
by the old oak,
that can't be,
she knows as well as me.
Left on Avalon Road
past Mazzio's Pizzeria,
to the park-side
of Alta Vista.
By the dunes,
fading dream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Smiling blinky in 1983,
when she loved me.
-Will Dockery

The poem romantic and me is pleasant!!! Thanks!!!

[Me]

Sooo pathetic

[Will Dockery]

Yes, "Me", no matter what fake name you post under, be it this one on Kelly, Tammy, Reality Check, Patience, Spring Creek on any other of the dozens of other monikers you've used at Topix forums, your style is instantly recognizable.

So, welcome to a.a.p.c. "Me"... will you be posting a poem?

:)

[Will Dockery]

Post by Me
Sooo pathetic

Yes, "Me", no matter what fake name you post under, be it this one or Kelly, Tammy, Reality Check, Patience, Spring Creek or any other of the dozens of other monikers you've used at Topix forums, your style is instantly recognizable.

So, welcome to a.a.p.c. "Me"... will you be posting a poem?

:)

[Me]

Why don't you list the many names you post under?

[Will Dockery]

Post by Me
Why don't you list the many names you post under?

Oh, that's easy.

Here and elsewhere I always post under my real name, "Will Dockery",

https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery

[Will Dockery]

Post by Me
Why don't you list the many

There was a list of many of my poems, though not all, recently posted.

[Will Dockery]

Post by Me
Sooo pathetic

Ah, don't be so hard on yourself.

:)

[Will Dockery]

sometimes we do our best/but even yet we fail/

our hopes they will collapse/and land us all in jail/
all we can do is hope and weep/through swollen eyes/

cursing our allergies/while joy slowly dies/
instead of relief and succor/we find only grief/
tears spill down our faces/as we rot on a lonely reef.

Good read, Bingo, thanks for reading and commenting.

[Will Dockery]

Post by Me
Sooo pathetic

You're projecting your own flaws on others again I see.

:)

[Will Dockery]

Post by Me
Sooo pathetic

Yes you are, and you never seem to improve any.

:)

[Will Dockery]

Post by Me
Sooo pathetic

It was only a poem, don't take it so seriously.

:)

[Will Dockery]

Post by 1***@gmail.com

Post by Will Dockery
Japonica Julie (1983)
Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.
Wiggle flex
round the corner in 1983,
when she loved me.
Warble snobble in 1983,
when she loved me.
China Girl don't seem to
use much English,
gets enough
to leave me a pot of tea.
We hit the pothole
on Primrose
that landed us here
more or less.
Mulberry pie and ice cream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Japonica Julie in 1983,
when she loved me.
I knew it was late,
when she stumbled.
Overcast in the fog,
...fumbled.
She was looking at me
by the old oak,
that can't be,
she knows as well as me.
Left on Avalon Road
past Mazzio's Pizzeria,
to the park-side
of Alta Vista.
By the dunes,
fading dream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Smiling blinky in 1983,
when she loved me.
-Will Dockery

The poem romantic and me is pleasant!!! Thanks!!!

Thank you for reading and commenting, Olga.

:)

[Will Dockery]

Post by 1***@gmail.com

Post by Will Dockery
Japonica Julie (1983)
Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.
Wiggle flex
round the corner in 1983,
when she loved me.
Warble snobble in 1983,
when she loved me.
China Girl don't seem to
use much English,
gets enough
to leave me a pot of tea.
We hit the pothole
on Primrose
that landed us here
more or less.
Mulberry pie and ice cream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Japonica Julie in 1983,
when she loved me.
I knew it was late,
when she stumbled.
Overcast in the fog,
...fumbled.
She was looking at me
by the old oak,
that can't be,
she knows as well as me.
Left on Avalon Road
past Mazzio's Pizzeria,
to the park-side
of Alta Vista.
By the dunes,
fading dream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Smiling blinky in 1983,
when she loved me.
-Will Dockery

The poem romantic and me is pleasant!!! Thanks!!!

Thanks again, Olga!

😀

[Brooke]

Post by Will Dockery

Post by 1***@gmail.com
The poem romantic and me is pleasant!!! Thanks!!!

Thanks again, Olga!
😀

You've already thanked her, why again? Oh right, it's the trolls bouncing your shitty poems to the top? Besides, the cunt can't even compose a simple sentence so how can she even begin to understand your disjointed, convoluted writing? You disgrace America.

[Me]

: ) !!!

[Will Dockery]

Post by Me
: ) !!!

Abstract poetry...

:)

[Will Dockery]

Post by Will Dockery
Japonica Julie (1983)
Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.
Wiggle flex
round the corner in 1983,
when she loved me.
Warble snobble in 1983,
when she loved me.
China Girl don't seem to
use much English,
gets enough
to leave me a pot of tea.
We hit the pothole
on Primrose
that landed us here
more or less.
Mulberry pie and ice cream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Japonica Julie in 1983,
when she loved me.
I knew it was late,
when she stumbled.
Overcast in the fog,
...fumbled.
She was looking at me
by the old oak,
that can't be,
she knows as well as me.
Left on Avalon Road
past Mazzio's Pizzeria,
to the park-side
of Alta Vista.
By the dunes,
fading dream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Smiling blinky in 1983,
when she loved me.
-Will Dockery
The poem romantic and me is pleasant!!! Thanks!!!

Thanks again, my friend.

:)

[Will Dockery]

Post by Will Dockery
Japonica Julie (1983)
Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.
Wiggle flex
round the corner in 1983,
when she loved me.
Warble snobble in 1983,
when she loved me.
China Girl don't seem to
use much English,
gets enough
to leave me a pot of tea.
We hit the pothole
on Primrose
that landed us here
more or less.
Mulberry pie and ice cream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Japonica Julie in 1983,
when she loved me.
I knew it was late,
when she stumbled.
Overcast in the fog,
...fumbled.
She was looking at me
by the old oak,
that can't be,
she knows as well as me.
Left on Avalon Road
past Mazzio's Pizzeria,
to the park-side
of Alta Vista.
By the dunes,
fading dream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Smiling blinky in 1983,
when she loved me.
-Will Dockery
The poem romantic and me is pleasant!!! Thanks!!!

Hey, it's Olga again... hey there, Olga!

[Will Dockery]

Post by Will Dockery
Japonica Julie (1983)
Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.
Wiggle flex
round the corner in 1983,
when she loved me.
Warble snobble in 1983,
when she loved me.
China Girl don't seem to
use much English,
gets enough
to leave me a pot of tea.
We hit the pothole
on Primrose
that landed us here
more or less.
Mulberry pie and ice cream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Japonica Julie in 1983,
when she loved me.
I knew it was late,
when she stumbled.
Overcast in the fog,
...fumbled.
She was looking at me
by the old oak,
that can't be,
she knows as well as me.
Left on Avalon Road
past Mazzio's Pizzeria,
to the park-side
of Alta Vista.
By the dunes,
fading dream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Smiling blinky in 1983,
when she loved me.
-Will Dockery
The poem romantic and me is pleasant!!! Thanks!!!

Thanks for reading, Olga... by the way, there have been some requests here
for you to post some of your own poetry, that would be grand.

:)

[Will Dockery]

Posted elsewhere, a review of this poem and several others (excerpted to their respective poems) by my friend, local performance poet Bryant Dillard:

Japonica Julie (1983)

Post by Will Dockery
Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.
Wiggle flex
round the corner in 1983,
when she loved me.
Warble snobble in 1983,
when she loved me.
China Girl don't seem to
use much English,
gets enough
to leave me a pot of tea.
We hit the pothole
on Primrose
that landed us here
more or less.
Mulberry pie and ice cream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Japonica Julie in 1983,
when she loved me.
I knew it was late,
when she stumbled.
Overcast in the fog,
...fumbled.
She was looking at me
by the old oak,
that can't be,
she knows as well as me.
Left on Avalon Road
past Mazzio's Pizzeria,
to the park-side
of Alta Vista.
By the dunes,
fading dream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Smiling blinky in 1983,
when she loved me.
-Will Dockery

================================================================

Japonica Julie reviewed by Bryant Dillard:

Ok Mr. Will you can tell a story, but telling a story that is personal to you to others who do not know nor care about the personal places, and things, could make the poem one sided. Making those places and things ambiguous and more people friendly, and more colorful of something that every one can understand will be a better bet. The first one was, in all honesty not good at all. The reason I suggest that is because it is repeating the same thing and way too long. It is filled with things that only the people who life around the area would know, and I was not able to appreciate any of it,it did capture me in the beginning. It made me reluctant to read the second one, but the second one was a bit better than the first.

=================================================================

Thanks to Bryant Dillard, you can view Bryant's poetry videos at his 7cryptic YouTube channel:

https://www.youtube.com/user/7cryptic

.

[t***@gmail.com]

Post by Will Dockery
Japonica Julie (1983)
Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.
Wiggle flex
round the corner in 1983,
when she loved me.
Warble snobble in 1983,
when she loved me.
China Girl don't seem to
use much English,
gets enough
to leave me a pot of tea.
We hit the pothole
on Primrose
that landed us here
more or less.
Mulberry pie and ice cream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Japonica Julie in 1983,
when she loved me.
I knew it was late,
when she stumbled.
Overcast in the fog,
...fumbled.
She was looking at me
by the old oak,
that can't be,
she knows as well as me.
Left on Avalon Road
past Mazzio's Pizzeria,
to the park-side
of Alta Vista.
By the dunes,
fading dream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Smiling blinky in 1983,
when she loved me.
-Will Dockery

Oh such a little darling she was....

[Brooke]

It's creepy how Will Dockery and George Sulzbach lust after the same women over and over again on here but in the end, all they fuck is each other.

[Will Dockery]

Post by Brooke
It's creepy

The way you post your bizarre fantasies about my personal life here?

Yes, it is creepy, stalker style stuff.

Glad you don't know me in real life... I hope not, at least.

:)

[Will Dockery]

Post by t***@gmail.com

Post by Will Dockery
Japonica Julie (1983)
Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.
Wiggle flex
round the corner in 1983,
when she loved me.
Warble snobble in 1983,
when she loved me.
China Girl don't seem to
use much English,
gets enough
to leave me a pot of tea.
We hit the pothole
on Primrose
that landed us here
more or less.
Mulberry pie and ice cream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Japonica Julie in 1983,
when she loved me.
I knew it was late,
when she stumbled.
Overcast in the fog,
...fumbled.
She was looking at me
by the old oak,
that can't be,
she knows as well as me.
Left on Avalon Road
past Mazzio's Pizzeria,
to the park-side
of Alta Vista.
By the dunes,
fading dream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Smiling blinky in 1983,
when she loved me.
-Will Dockery

Oh such a little darling she was....

No argument there...

[Will Dockery]

But I might add, Toria, that this may not be the character you think she is.

:)

[Richard Oakley]

Post by Will Dockery
Japonica Julie (1983)
Through the (winding
mists)? lololol of Edgewood,

who cares of your pathos,.. mythos!

Post by Will Dockery
stand on the backporch
smoking.

wow! how loooooooooong did it take to come up
with THAT beautifully crafted group of word!??!!??

Post by Will Dockery
Near the sand on the hill,

Oooooh, the detail! The hill has sand!
How enlightening!! I’m in awe!!!!

Post by Will Dockery
hearing the music float up.

Du ja want ja baloo ballyun?

Post by Will Dockery
(Wiggle flex) lololol docketiisms Rrrrr afoot!
‘round the corner in 1983,

You firget that its around, and that when it’s shortened
even most illiterate hicks know you put a “ ‘ “ in front!

Post by Will Dockery
when she loved me.

OMFG! look at that love, there, right there!
SPECIAL!!!!

Post by Will Dockery
(Warble snobble) lololololol (I almost fell off my chair)

in 1983,

Post by Will Dockery
when she loved me.

WOW! Again, can’t get enough of that luv!

Post by Will Dockery
China Girl don't seem to

Broken Engwish is soooooo poetic!

Okay, i’m done for now I have to ‘work’.

Post by Will Dockery
use much English,
gets enough
to leave me a pot of tea.
We hit the pothole
on Primrose
that landed us here
more or less.
Mulberry pie and ice cream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Japonica Julie in 1983,
when she loved me.
I knew it was late,
when she stumbled.
Overcast in the fog,
...fumbled.
She was looking at me
by the old oak,
that can't be,
she knows as well as me.
Left on Avalon Road
past Mazzio's Pizzeria,
to the park-side
of Alta Vista.
By the dunes,
fading dream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Smiling blinky in 1983,
when she loved me.
-Will Dockery

[Will Dockery]

Post by Richard Oakley

Post by Will Dockery
Japonica Julie (1983)
Through the (winding
mists)? lololol of Edgewood,

who cares of your pathos,.. mythos!

Post by Will Dockery
stand on the backporch
smoking.

wow! how loooooooooong did it take to come up
with THAT beautifully crafted group of word!??!!??

Oh, about 34 years.

:)

Post by Richard Oakley

Post by Will Dockery
Near the sand on the hill,

Oooooh, the detail! The hill has sand!
How enlightening!! I’m in awe!!!!

Post by Will Dockery
hearing the music float up.

Du ja want ja baloo ballyun?

Post by Will Dockery
(Wiggle flex) lololol docketiisms Rrrrr afoot!
‘round the corner in 1983,

You firget that its around, and that when it’s shortened
even most illiterate hicks know you put a “ ‘ “ in front!

Post by Will Dockery
when she loved me.

OMFG! look at that love, there, right there!
SPECIAL!!!!

Post by Will Dockery
(Warble snobble) lololololol (I almost fell off my chair)

in 1983,

Post by Will Dockery
when she loved me.

WOW! Again, can’t get enough of that luv!

Post by Will Dockery
China Girl don't seem to

Broken Engwish is soooooo poetic!
Okay, i’m done for now I have to ‘work’.

Post by Will Dockery
use much English,
gets enough
to leave me a pot of tea.
We hit the pothole
on Primrose
that landed us here
more or less.
Mulberry pie and ice cream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Japonica Julie in 1983,
when she loved me.
I knew it was late,
when she stumbled.
Overcast in the fog,
...fumbled.
She was looking at me
by the old oak,
that can't be,
she knows as well as me.
Left on Avalon Road
past Mazzio's Pizzeria,
to the park-side
of Alta Vista.
By the dunes,
fading dream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Smiling blinky in 1983,
when she loved me.
-Will Dockery

[Will Dockery]

And thanks for reading and commenting, Richard Oakley.

😀

[Will Dockery]

Amusing that PJR says the same thing about your poetry, Pendragon.

😀

[Will Dockery]

Stephan Pickering's use of Pooh bear was obviously Transformative Usage.

👍

[h***@gmail.com]

Pickle's use was simply derivative of Hoff,
nothing original and thus nothing transformative.

[Chafetz Chayim haYehu'di]

Post by h***@gmail.com
Pickle's use was simply derivative of Hoff,
nothing original and thus nothing transformative.

Do you honestly believe I take any of your origami seriously?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
STEPHAN PICKERING / חפץ ח"ם בן אברהם
Torah אלילה Yehu'di Apikores / Philologia Kabbalistica Speculativa Researcher
לחיות זמן רב ולשגשג...לעולם לא עוד
THE KABBALAH FRACTALS PROJECT
לעולם לא אשכח

IN PROGRESS: Shabtai Zisel benAvraham v'Rachel Riva:
davening in the musematic dark

[Michael Pendragon]

Post by Will Dockery
Stephan Pickering's use of Pooh bear was obviously Transformative Usage.

We've already established that "Transformative Usage" is on the ever-increasing list of words and phrases Will Dockery refuses to understand.

[Will Dockery]

No, Stephan Pickering made significant original changes in his version of Pooh bear, his poem was transformative.

[h***@gmail.com]

If his use was an 'homage' to Hoff as he claims
it was, then it wasn't transformative by definition.

[Will Dockery]

Okay, although I'm a A.A. Milne fan from childhood, I'm not very familiar with Hoff.

I'll need to research his Tao of Pooh a bit more before I comment further.

👍

[Michael Pendragon]

Post by Will Dockery
Okay, although I'm a A.A. Milne fan from childhood, I'm not very familiar with Hoff.
I'll need to research his Tao of Pooh a bit more before I comment further.

Or you could just read it. The full text is online, and IIRC, it's not too long a book.