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Exile / Will Dockery (poetry baed on real life)
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Will Dockery
2017-12-22 14:30:47 UTC
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Exile

Christmas morning 1995
about six months
into exile
still some hope
and a whole lot of love.

Delivery of presents
Santa myth trashed
for my children
not my design
against my will.

Got the okay to stop by
I step in from another world
bearing gifts
smiles to mask
my smashed heart.

Memory and dreams
this may pass
but the final statement
the final fuck off gesture
to me.

Proof that I was no longer real
I no longer belonged
was not that
I didn't get a gift
not a single one.

But when I asked her
she said she had
given him a shirt.

Black day
December 25 1995
I sucked it up
smiled at the kids
with holiday toys
tried to hide
my nightmare of pain.

Sat in my old spot
north side if the sofa
smiled a goodbye
and walked away into the bog
the moor
to Shadowville,
already dead inside
never to return.

-Will Dockery
--
"Art is a selective recreation of reality according to an artist's metaphysical value judgments" -Ayn Rand
Will Dockery
2018-01-12 04:32:49 UTC
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One of my better ones from last year, in my opinion.

Exile

Christmas morning 1995
about six months
into exile
still some hope
and a whole lot of love.

Delivery of presents
Santa myth trashed
for my children
not my design
against my will.

Got the okay to stop by
I step in from another world
bearing gifts
smiles to mask
my smashed heart.

Memory and dreams
this may pass
but the final statement
the final fuck off gesture
to me.

Proof that I was no longer real
I no longer belonged
was not that
I didn't get a gift
not a single one.

But when I asked her
she said she had
given him a shirt.

Black day
December 25 1995
I sucked it up
smiled at the kids
with holiday toys
tried to hide
my nightmare of pain.

Sat in my old spot
north side if the sofa
smiled a goodbye
and walked away into the bog
the moor
to Shadowville,
already dead inside
never to return.

-Will Dockery
--
"Art is a selective recreation of reality according to an artist's
metaphysical value judgments" -Ayn Rand
Will Dockery
2018-02-19 19:50:44 UTC
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Good Lord, your stupidity is amazing, "Me".

We post our poems here for comments... did you ever even notice the name of
the group?

--
Songs and Poems from Will Dockery:
https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery

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Good Time Charley
2018-10-31 19:29:31 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
One of my better ones from last year, in my opinion.
Exile
Christmas morning 1995
about six months
into exile
still some hope
and a whole lot of love.
Delivery of presents
Santa myth trashed
for my children
not my design
against my will.
Got the okay to stop by
I step in from another world
bearing gifts
smiles to mask
my smashed heart.
Memory and dreams
this may pass
but the final statement
the final fuck off gesture
to me.
Proof that I was no longer real
I no longer belonged
was not that
I didn't get a gift
not a single one.
But when I asked her
she said she had
given him a shirt.
Black day
December 25 1995
I sucked it up
smiled at the kids
with holiday toys
tried to hide
my nightmare of pain.
Sat in my old spot
north side if the sofa
smiled a goodbye
and walked away into the bog
the moor
to Shadowville,
already dead inside
never to return.
-Will Dockery
--
"Art is a selective recreation of reality according to an artist's
metaphysical value judgments" -Ayn Rand
It set the moment....
Will Dockery
2018-10-20 22:39:10 UTC
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Exile

Christmas morning 1995
about six months
into exile
still some hope
and a whole lot of love.

Delivery of presents
Santa myth trashed
for my children
not my design
against my will.

Got the okay to stop by
I step in from another world
bearing gifts
smiles to mask
my smashed heart.

Memory and dreams
this may pass
but the final statement
the final fuck off gesture
to me.

Proof that I was no longer real
I no longer belonged
was not that
I didn't get a gift
not a single one.

But when I asked her
she said she had
given him a shirt.

Black day
December 25 1995
I sucked it up
smiled at the kids
with holiday toys
tried to hide
my nightmare of pain.

Sat in my old spot
north side if the sofa
smiled a goodbye
and walked away into the bog
the moor
to Shadowville,
already dead inside
never to return.

-Will Dockery
--
"Art is a selective recreation of reality according to an artist's
metaphysical value judgments" -Ayn Rand

Testing... testing for broken threads...
General Zod
2018-10-21 06:37:02 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Exile
Christmas morning 1995
about six months
into exile
still some hope
and a whole lot of love.
Delivery of presents
Santa myth trashed
for my children
not my design
against my will.
Got the okay to stop by
I step in from another world
bearing gifts
smiles to mask
my smashed heart.
Memory and dreams
this may pass
but the final statement
the final fuck off gesture
to me.
Proof that I was no longer real
I no longer belonged
was not that
I didn't get a gift
not a single one.
But when I asked her
she said she had
given him a shirt.
Black day
December 25 1995
I sucked it up
smiled at the kids
with holiday toys
tried to hide
my nightmare of pain.
Sat in my old spot
north side if the sofa
smiled a goodbye
and walked away into the bog
the moor
to Shadowville,
already dead inside
never to return.
-Will Dockery
--
"Art is a selective recreation of reality according to an artist's metaphysical value judgments" -Ayn Rand
Classic dark work...…………..
Will Dockery
2018-10-21 23:48:28 UTC
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Thanks for the feedback, Zod.

😀
General Zod
2018-10-22 04:48:40 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Exile
Christmas morning 1995
about six months
into exile
still some hope
and a whole lot of love.
Delivery of presents
Santa myth trashed
for my children
not my design
against my will.
Got the okay to stop by
I step in from another world
bearing gifts
smiles to mask
my smashed heart.
Memory and dreams
this may pass
but the final statement
the final fuck off gesture
to me.
Proof that I was no longer real
I no longer belonged
was not that
I didn't get a gift
not a single one.
But when I asked her
she said she had
given him a shirt.
Black day
December 25 1995
I sucked it up
smiled at the kids
with holiday toys
tried to hide
my nightmare of pain.
Sat in my old spot
north side if the sofa
smiled a goodbye
and walked away into the bog
the moor
to Shadowville,
already dead inside
never to return.
-Will Dockery
--
"Art is a selective recreation of reality according to an artist's metaphysical value judgments" -Ayn Rand
Stupendous...…………...
Michael Pendragon
2018-10-22 13:44:23 UTC
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Post by General Zod
Post by Will Dockery
Exile
Christmas morning 1995
about six months
into exile
still some hope
and a whole lot of love.
Delivery of presents
Santa myth trashed
for my children
not my design
against my will.
Got the okay to stop by
I step in from another world
bearing gifts
smiles to mask
my smashed heart.
Memory and dreams
this may pass
but the final statement
the final fuck off gesture
to me.
Proof that I was no longer real
I no longer belonged
was not that
I didn't get a gift
not a single one.
But when I asked her
she said she had
given him a shirt.
Black day
December 25 1995
I sucked it up
smiled at the kids
with holiday toys
tried to hide
my nightmare of pain.
Sat in my old spot
north side if the sofa
smiled a goodbye
and walked away into the bog
the moor
to Shadowville,
already dead inside
never to return.
-Will Dockery
--
"Art is a selective recreation of reality according to an artist's metaphysical value judgments" -Ayn Rand
Stupendous...…………...
Slurp!
Will Dockery
2018-10-22 10:10:26 UTC
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Thanks for the nod, Zod.

😀
Michael Pendragon
2018-10-22 13:44:37 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Thanks for the nod, Zod.
Slurpback!
Will Dockery
2018-10-22 15:21:42 UTC
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Thanks again for the bumps, Pendragon.

😀
General Zod
2018-10-23 05:45:20 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Exile
Christmas morning 1995
about six months
into exile
still some hope
and a whole lot of love.
Delivery of presents
Santa myth trashed
for my children
not my design
against my will.
Got the okay to stop by
I step in from another world
bearing gifts
smiles to mask
my smashed heart.
Memory and dreams
this may pass
but the final statement
the final fuck off gesture
to me.
Proof that I was no longer real
I no longer belonged
was not that
I didn't get a gift
not a single one.
But when I asked her
she said she had
given him a shirt.
Black day
December 25 1995
I sucked it up
smiled at the kids
with holiday toys
tried to hide
my nightmare of pain.
Sat in my old spot
north side if the sofa
smiled a goodbye
and walked away into the bog
the moor
to Shadowville,
already dead inside
never to return.
-Will Dockery
--
"Art is a selective recreation of reality according to an artist's metaphysical value judgments" -Ayn Rand
Hard egdged poem...……. filled with a dark heart...…………….
Michael Pendragon
2018-10-23 12:28:39 UTC
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Post by General Zod
Post by Will Dockery
Exile
Christmas morning 1995
about six months
into exile
still some hope
and a whole lot of love.
Delivery of presents
Santa myth trashed
for my children
not my design
against my will.
Got the okay to stop by
I step in from another world
bearing gifts
smiles to mask
my smashed heart.
Memory and dreams
this may pass
but the final statement
the final fuck off gesture
to me.
Proof that I was no longer real
I no longer belonged
was not that
I didn't get a gift
not a single one.
But when I asked her
she said she had
given him a shirt.
Black day
December 25 1995
I sucked it up
smiled at the kids
with holiday toys
tried to hide
my nightmare of pain.
Sat in my old spot
north side if the sofa
smiled a goodbye
and walked away into the bog
the moor
to Shadowville,
already dead inside
never to return.
-Will Dockery
--
"Art is a selective recreation of reality according to an artist's metaphysical value judgments" -Ayn Rand
Hard egdged poem...……. filled with a dark heart...…………….
I don't know about the poem, but its author should certainly be egged (as hard as possible).
Coco DeSockmonkey
2018-10-23 15:55:14 UTC
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Post by Michael Pendragon
Post by General Zod
Post by Will Dockery
Exile
Christmas morning 1995
about six months
into exile
still some hope
and a whole lot of love.
Delivery of presents
Santa myth trashed
for my children
not my design
against my will.
Got the okay to stop by
I step in from another world
bearing gifts
smiles to mask
my smashed heart.
Memory and dreams
this may pass
but the final statement
the final fuck off gesture
to me.
Proof that I was no longer real
I no longer belonged
was not that
I didn't get a gift
not a single one.
But when I asked her
she said she had
given him a shirt.
Black day
December 25 1995
I sucked it up
smiled at the kids
with holiday toys
tried to hide
my nightmare of pain.
Sat in my old spot
north side if the sofa
smiled a goodbye
and walked away into the bog
the moor
to Shadowville,
already dead inside
never to return.
-Will Dockery
--
"Art is a selective recreation of reality according to an artist's metaphysical value judgments" -Ayn Rand
Hard egdged poem...……. filled with a dark heart...…………….
I don't know about the poem, but its author should certainly be egged (as hard as possible).
Will begs to be egged!
Will Dockery
2018-10-23 22:18:37 UTC
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Post by Michael Pendragon
Post by General Zod
Post by Will Dockery
Exile
Christmas morning 1995
about six months
into exile
still some hope
and a whole lot of love.
Delivery of presents
Santa myth trashed
for my children
not my design
against my will.
Got the okay to stop by
I step in from another world
bearing gifts
smiles to mask
my smashed heart.
Memory and dreams
this may pass
but the final statement
the final fuck off gesture
to me.
Proof that I was no longer real
I no longer belonged
was not that
I didn't get a gift
not a single one.
But when I asked her
she said she had
given him a shirt.
Black day
December 25 1995
I sucked it up
smiled at the kids
with holiday toys
tried to hide
my nightmare of pain.
Sat in my old spot
north side if the sofa
smiled a goodbye
and walked away into the bog
the moor
to Shadowville,
already dead inside
never to return.
-Will Dockery
--
"Art is a selective recreation of reality according to an artist's
metaphysical value judgments" -Ayn Rand
Hard egdged poem...……. filled with a dark heart...…………….
I don't know about the poem
You never did understand modern poetry, after all.

:)
Will Dockery
2018-10-25 17:54:07 UTC
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Post by Michael Pendragon
Post by General Zod
Post by Will Dockery
Exile
Christmas morning 1995
about six months
into exile
still some hope
and a whole lot of love.
Delivery of presents
Santa myth trashed
for my children
not my design
against my will.
Got the okay to stop by
I step in from another world
bearing gifts
smiles to mask
my smashed heart.
Memory and dreams
this may pass
but the final statement
the final fuck off gesture
to me.
Proof that I was no longer real
I no longer belonged
was not that
I didn't get a gift
not a single one.
But when I asked her
she said she had
given him a shirt.
Black day
December 25 1995
I sucked it up
smiled at the kids
with holiday toys
tried to hide
my nightmare of pain.
Sat in my old spot
north side if the sofa
smiled a goodbye
and walked away into the bog
the moor
to Shadowville,
already dead inside
never to return.
-Will Dockery
--
"Art is a selective recreation of reality according to an artist's
metaphysical value judgments" -Ayn Rand
Hard egdged poem...……. filled with a dark heart...…………….
I don't know about the poem
You never did understand modern poetry, after all, Pendragon.

:)
Will Dockery
2018-10-24 04:52:28 UTC
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Thanks for the critiques, Pendragon and Coco.

:)
Michael Pendragon
2018-10-24 11:56:19 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Thanks for the critiques, Pendragon and Coco.
Your writing isn't worthy of a critique. But here's a review based on Coco's and my shared opinions:

It stinks!
Will Dockery
2018-10-25 01:23:07 UTC
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As I stated earlier, Pendragon:

You can't critique what you can't understand, such as my work aka modern poetry.

😀
Michael Pendragon
2018-10-25 04:14:11 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
You can't critique what you can't understand, such as my work aka modern poetry.
It stinks on ice.
Will Dockery
2018-10-25 09:06:56 UTC
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Like I said earlier, Pendragon.

Thanks for demonstrating your clueless opinion of modern poetry.

:)
h***@gmail.com
2018-10-25 09:12:26 UTC
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If he understood it better he'd like it more, or
if he understood you better he'd like you more?
Major Liberty
2018-10-26 04:28:09 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Exile
Christmas morning 1995
about six months
into exile
still some hope
and a whole lot of love.
Delivery of presents
Santa myth trashed
for my children
not my design
against my will.
Got the okay to stop by
I step in from another world
bearing gifts
smiles to mask
my smashed heart.
Memory and dreams
this may pass
but the final statement
the final fuck off gesture
to me.
Proof that I was no longer real
I no longer belonged
was not that
I didn't get a gift
not a single one.
But when I asked her
she said she had
given him a shirt.
Black day
December 25 1995
I sucked it up
smiled at the kids
with holiday toys
tried to hide
my nightmare of pain.
Sat in my old spot
north side if the sofa
smiled a goodbye
and walked away into the bog
the moor
to Shadowville,
already dead inside
never to return.
-Will Dockery
--
"Art is a selective recreation of reality according to an artist's metaphysical value judgments" -Ayn Rand
True classsicss... outstanding.........
Major Liberty
2018-10-27 21:23:49 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Exile
Christmas morning 1995
about six months
into exile
still some hope
and a whole lot of love.
Delivery of presents
Santa myth trashed
for my children
not my design
against my will.
Got the okay to stop by
I step in from another world
bearing gifts
smiles to mask
my smashed heart.
Memory and dreams
this may pass
but the final statement
the final fuck off gesture
to me.
Proof that I was no longer real
I no longer belonged
was not that
I didn't get a gift
not a single one.
But when I asked her
she said she had
given him a shirt.
Black day
December 25 1995
I sucked it up
smiled at the kids
with holiday toys
tried to hide
my nightmare of pain.
Sat in my old spot
north side if the sofa
smiled a goodbye
and walked away into the bog
the moor
to Shadowville,
already dead inside
never to return.
-Will Dockery
--
"Art is a selective recreation of reality according to an artist's metaphysical value judgments" -Ayn Rand
The power and the glory..................
Will Dockery
2018-10-29 07:26:25 UTC
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I appreciate the feedback, Zod.
Zod
2018-10-30 23:34:43 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Exile
Christmas morning 1995
about six months
into exile
still some hope
and a whole lot of love.
Delivery of presents
Santa myth trashed
for my children
not my design
against my will.
Got the okay to stop by
I step in from another world
bearing gifts
smiles to mask
my smashed heart.
Memory and dreams
this may pass
but the final statement
the final fuck off gesture
to me.
Proof that I was no longer real
I no longer belonged
was not that
I didn't get a gift
not a single one.
But when I asked her
she said she had
given him a shirt.
Black day
December 25 1995
I sucked it up
smiled at the kids
with holiday toys
tried to hide
my nightmare of pain.
Sat in my old spot
north side if the sofa
smiled a goodbye
and walked away into the bog
the moor
to Shadowville,
already dead inside
never to return.
-Will Dockery
--
"Art is a selective recreation of reality according to an artist's metaphysical value judgments" -Ayn Rand
A harrowing moment.....................
Good Time Charley
2018-11-08 21:22:49 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Exile
Christmas morning 1995
about six months
into exile
still some hope
and a whole lot of love.
Delivery of presents
Santa myth trashed
for my children
not my design
against my will.
Got the okay to stop by
I step in from another world
bearing gifts
smiles to mask
my smashed heart.
Memory and dreams
this may pass
but the final statement
the final fuck off gesture
to me.
Proof that I was no longer real
I no longer belonged
was not that
I didn't get a gift
not a single one.
But when I asked her
she said she had
given him a shirt.
Black day
December 25 1995
I sucked it up
smiled at the kids
with holiday toys
tried to hide
my nightmare of pain.
Sat in my old spot
north side if the sofa
smiled a goodbye
and walked away into the bog
the moor
to Shadowville,
already dead inside
never to return.
-Will Dockery
--
"Art is a selective recreation of reality according to an artist's metaphysical value judgments" -Ayn Rand
Had another read outdamnstanding......................
General Zod
2019-04-16 08:15:48 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Exile
Christmas morning 1995
about six months
into exile
still some hope
and a whole lot of love.
Delivery of presents
Santa myth trashed
for my children
not my design
against my will.
Got the okay to stop by
I step in from another world
bearing gifts
smiles to mask
my smashed heart.
Memory and dreams
this may pass
but the final statement
the final fuck off gesture
to me.
Proof that I was no longer real
I no longer belonged
was not that
I didn't get a gift
not a single one.
But when I asked her
she said she had
given him a shirt.
Black day
December 25 1995
I sucked it up
smiled at the kids
with holiday toys
tried to hide
my nightmare of pain.
Sat in my old spot
north side if the sofa
smiled a goodbye
and walked away into the bog
the moor
to Shadowville,
already dead inside
never to return.
-Will Dockery
--
"Art is a selective recreation of reality according to an artist's metaphysical value judgments" -Ayn Rand
An overlooked classic from the world of Doc.....

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