Mari / a poem by Will Dockery

[Will Dockery]

[QUOTE=atler8;37685291]I may have missed an earlier citation to it but does anyone recall the Brookwood Hotel on Peachtree?
Or the Briarcliff Hotel on Ponce @ N. Highland & the old triple x movie offerings in the Plaza Theater space that is across the street from the old Briarcliff?
How about Mammy's Shanty on Peachtree in midtown & Cloudt's near Piedmont Hospital?
Considering how the intersection looks today, it's almost unbelievable that at the old configuration of Cleveland Ave. & I-75 just below the 85/75 split on the south end of the connector, there was a Pilgreen's Steak House wedged in.
I'm hungry now![/QUOTE]

http://www.city-data.com/forum/atlanta/436584-gone-but-not-forgotten-atlanta-97.html#post37691729

Yes, I was living in the Darlington Apartments when the Brookwood Hotel was demolished, was actually walking on Peachtree Road up to Oxford Books one day and watched the ball and chain knocking it down. That must have been about Fall of 1982, unfortunately in an era before cameras were so ever-present, so all I have is a photographic memory.

The image also made it into one of my poems:

Mari

She's got a dress, blue with yellow stars,
blues and yellows and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue,
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.

I saw Brookwood demolished,
and I thought about that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient,
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol...starlike squiggles,
the flame had affected her some...
I saw the multicolored fire,
it skipped frantically across alandscape.
This is not really a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.


I felt the softness,
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue...
stencil writings...
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks,
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
this is not really what is seems like, is it?
This is not more than a balcony,
and you're only a woman...

-Will Dockery 10-21-82

[Will Dockery]

Quote:
Originally Posted by atler8 View Post
Will
That's cool that you shared a poem inspired by the demolition of The Brookwood Hotel.
In the vernacular of Theodore Cleaver of the Leave it to Beaver tv show, "Who woulda thunk?"
Back then, summer-fall 1982, I walked Peachtree Road every day, and admired the weird old Brookwood Hotel. Sometimes I'd take the railroad tracks that passed near there, just above the Darlington Apartments, where I was living at the time, and Piedmont Hospital across the street, a quick walk that would cut across Piedmont Road (and the Plaster Bridge Road area, where I worked at Carolina Lumber & Supply for a couple of years during that time, usually accessed from Monroe Drive and/or I-85 (I know, my shortcuts walking in Atlanta could get complicated, and are probably impossible now that the Marta Trains are built all through those areas now, as well as a much larger and complicated I-85 system, and in fact the original Carolina Lumber warehouse is long gone for who knows how long, I just discovered it a couple of years ago on one of my nostalgic trips down into the Plaster Bridge Road cul-de-sac off Monroe Drive, and "under the bridge".) following these tracks would lead to Piedmont Road right at the Tower Package Store, which I think is still there (?) a porn shop or two, then around the corner, the stretch of Piedmont Road where I spent a lot of fine evenings and days at Ken's Tavern, home of the 25 cent draft beer, Ken's (Anderson?) home made chilli and Polish Sausages, a truly world class and eclectic juke box with a fine mix of classic rock, soul, country and a lot of the more commercial punk and new wave, at least for a country boy from "down south" like me. Harvest Moon Saloon on the corner for more upscale "dates", The Heartfixers were pretty much the house band during that time there, or the guys that would catch my eye and ear when they were booked... Chicago Bob and Tinsley Ellis to set the little T & A dancing.

Ah the back steps of Ken's Tavern, dipping out the back door for a smoke and some conversation... but I digress and residences conflate... there's a Kerouac novel in here. still, or finally afer 30+ years the memories are golden and less jagged with the pain... I know it's only rock-n-roll but I /still/ like it.

I'll get back to all this, or already have slightly, outside the front of Ken's Tavern the view was Atlanta Flea Market way across the street and slightly to the right, Lindberg Drive almost straight ahead, the ruins of Copperfield's there at the intersection, crumbling and possibly a hobo jungle, or would be today, the other side of the Lindberg (Lindburg?) Drive/Piedmont Road intersection, the remains of "Victoria Station" which Kathy (the girl who led me to Atlanta in the first place from Columbus Georgia, both her grandmothers and other family a part of Old Atlanta, but, again, that's yet another plot line in the convoluted epic) and then on north up Piedmont Road, Zesto's (still there, one of the few remaining places) a Western Sizzlin' steak house, across the street slightly a Shoney's Big Boy... and then Broadview Plaza comes up quickly, K-Mart way down in the view, Great Southeastern Music Hall, which by then was a movie theater, Screening Room (?) where I caught first run showings of Jean-Luc Godard's "Every Man For Himself" and The Clash documentary "Rude Boy" and other films I can't remember any more yet.

After that, best hop a bus because the road got kind of long for a walker right after that, eventually finding yourself at Lenox Mall in that way... there /was/ a way to walk and cut through sort of behind the Krystal at Pharr Road and you could come out behind Lenox Mall back then in 1980-83 but I think that was all paved over with a highway by the late 1980s.

Back on the tracks if you didn't opt to emerge on Piedmont Road take the jaunt through the country for another mile or so and walk past Cheshire Bridge Road, or, when I lived down that way at La Maison Apartments on La Vista Road (no, actually that's Lenox Road, where it runs into Cheshire Bridge Road, back then at that area where Dunk-N-Dine, Happy Herman's and Varsity Jr. were, and are all gone now), down one more stretch and get off there, then cut back up to the left and find yourself there. Leaving Ken's Tavern of course the easy trip was cut out Lindberg Road (which then becomes La Vista Road) (anyone remember an old school, already closed down I'm sure, that was on the right side of Lindberg Road just off Piedmont Road about a block? There's some huge apartment complex or something there now, and then a much larger I-85 highway complex just past that) to Cheshire Bridge Road and then come down that way about a block to what was then La Maison Apartments, first complex of what seemed like dozens down there off Lenox Road as it wound on over to, eventually, Emory, Decatur, the lower end of Morningside, and all sorts of other places on the long and winding road, again, best, or rather essential, to hop a bus down that way somewhere.)

But... if I walked straight down, or out, Peachtree Road rather than hopping the tracks, rather than see all that and more, I'd see the Brookwood Hotel across the street, then the 3-4 blocks to Peachtree-Battle, pass the site of the old Peaches Records (which was long gone by 1982), then Oxford Books (Oxford Two was still a couple of years away) and, on the street the 24-hour Burger King. I haven't been up that way late at night in many years, is that Burger king still open all night, as it was in 1980-83 or so?

And it was during one of those days I saw the Brookwood Hotel being demolished.

And so it goes.

<poem unsnipped>

Mari

Post by Will Dockery
She's got a dress, blue with yellow stars,
blues and yellows and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue,
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished,
and I thought about that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient,
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol...starlike squiggles,
the flame had affected her some...
I saw the multicolored fire,
it skipped frantically across alandscape. This is not really a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness,
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue...
stencil writings...
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks,
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
this is not really what is seems like, is it?
This is not more than a balcony,
and you're only a woman...
-Will Dockery

[Peter J Ross]

In alt.arts.poetry.comments on Fri, 19 Dec 2014 20:54:57 -0800 (PST),

Post by Will Dockery
Originally Posted by atler8

Do you have atler8's permission to reproduce his or her copyright text
in full for no reason, douchebag?

Everybody knows that the answer is No, so don't bother lying.

<copyright abuse snipped>

[Will Dockery]

Post by Peter J Ross
In alt.arts.poetry.comments on Fri, 19 Dec 2014 20:54:57 -0800 (PST),

Post by Will Dockery
Originally Posted by atler8

Do you have atler8's permission to reproduce his or her copyright text

It was a fair use excerpt for example purposes.

You should tutor your friend Cujo on copyright infringement of posting video without permission, if you haven't already, though.

Hate for YouTube to ban him next time, wot?

[Cujo DeSockpuppet]

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Peter J Ross
In alt.arts.poetry.comments on Fri, 19 Dec 2014 20:54:57 -0800 (PST),

Post by Will Dockery
Originally Posted by atler8

Do you have atler8's permission to reproduce his or her copyright text

It was a fair use excerpt for example purposes.
You should tutor your friend Cujo on copyright infringement of posting
video without permission, if you haven't already, though.
Hate for YouTube to ban him next time, wot?

Go ahead and try it. I'll wait. Sober up first.
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[Will Dockery]

Post by Cujo DeSockpuppet

Post by Will Dockery
You should tutor your friend Cujo on copyright infringement of posting
video without permission, if you haven't already, though.
Hate for YouTube to ban him next time, wot?

Go ahead and try it. I'll wait. Sober up first.

Oh, so you're saying you've infringed my copyright on YouTube again?

Sure, send me the link and I'll have them remove the video again.

[Cujo DeSockpuppet]

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Cujo DeSockpuppet

Post by Will Dockery
You should tutor your friend Cujo on copyright infringement of
posting video without permission, if you haven't already, though.
Hate for YouTube to ban him next time, wot?

Go ahead and try it. I'll wait. Sober up first.

Oh, so you're saying you've infringed my copyright on YouTube again?

I sure did!

Post by Will Dockery
Sure, send me the link

DYOFDW, little willie douchebag.

Post by Will Dockery
and I'll have them remove the video again.

So now you're claiming they removed it previously? Let me just hope that
because your ex-wife was stupid enough to let you breed she had enough
sense to find someone to support the little bastards. A delusional hick
like yourself obviously never could.

[Will Dockery]

So now you're claiming they removed ["Autograph of Zorro"] previously?

No, you wrote here that you were removing the video, you don't remember?

[Will Dockery]

Post by Cujo DeSockpuppet

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Cujo DeSockpuppet

Post by Will Dockery
You should tutor your friend Cujo on copyright infringement of
posting video without permission, if you haven't already, though.
Hate for YouTube to ban him next time, wot?

Go ahead and try it. I'll wait. Sober up first.

Oh, so you're saying you've infringed my copyright on YouTube again?

I sure did!

Post by Will Dockery
Sure, send me the link

DYOFDW

No, if you went through all the trouble to hide the viode, then that can be taken as an admission of guilt, that you know posting my Zorro video to YouTube is a copyright violation.

Meanwhile, here is the official posting, with a note for YouTube about possible duplicates being posted:

http://youtu.be/X2XfA8Zg3Lw

Autograph of Zorro / Black Eagle Lady - W. Dockery, H. Conley & M.H. Benders
1,652 views
"Autograph of Zorro / Black Eagle Lady" written by W. Dockery, H. Conley & M.H. Benders. Note: This is the authorized posting.

[Will Dockery]

In closing, at the request of Peter J Ross, here's another of my poems:

Mari

She's got a dress, blue with yellow stars,
blues and yellows and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue,
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.

I saw Brookwood demolished,
and I thought about that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient,
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol...starlike squiggles,
the flame had affected her some...
I saw the multicolored fire,
it skipped frantically across alandscape. This is not really a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.

I felt the softness,
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue...
stencil writings...
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks,
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
this is not really what is seems like, is it?
This is not more than a balcony,
and you're only a woman...

-Will Dockery 10-21-82

Got to go, all ya;ll troll and whine on, I'll be back.

[Will Dockery]

Mari

She's got a dress
blue with yellow stars
blues and yellows
and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.

Her stare is blue
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.

This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony
and you're more than a woman.

I saw Brookwood demolished
and I thought about
that damned ball and chain.

Tasted the dust of ancient
and I do remember.

Her dress had these symbol
star-like squiggles
the flame had affected her some.

I saw the multicolored fire
it skipped frantically across alandscape.

This is not really a balcony
and you're more than a woman.

I felt the softness
the misty air was choking and warm.

Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue.
Stencil writings.

Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks
beneath it all.

The animals all taking on a color of wonder.

This is not really what is seems like
is it?

This is not more than a balcony
and you're only a woman.

-Will Dockery

[Will Dockery]

Mari

She's got a dress
blue with yellow stars
blues and yellows
and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.

Her stare is blue
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.

This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony
and you're more than a woman.

I saw Brookwood demolished
and I thought about
that damned ball and chain.

Tasted the dust of ancient
and I do remember.

Her dress had these symbol
star-like squiggles
the flame had affected her some.

I saw the multicolored fire
it skipped frantically across alandscape.

This is not really a balcony
and you're more than a woman.

I felt the softness
the misty air was choking and warm.

Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue.
Stencil writings.

Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks
beneath it all.

The animals all taking on a color of wonder.

This is not really what is seems like
is it?

This is not more than a balcony
and you're only a woman.

-Will Dockery

[W-Dockery]

Post by Will Dockery
Mari
She's got a dress
blue with yellow stars
blues and yellows
and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished
and I thought about
that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol
star-like squiggles
the flame had affected her some.
I saw the multicolored fire
it skipped frantically across alandscape.
This is not really a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue.
Stencil writings.
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
This is not really what is seems like
is it?
This is not more than a balcony
and you're only a woman.
-Will Dockery

(From the archives)

[Zod @news.novabbs.com (Zod )]

Post by Will Dockery
Mari
She's got a dress
blue with yellow stars
blues and yellows
and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished
and I thought about
that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol
star-like squiggles
the flame had affected her some.
I saw the multicolored fire
it skipped frantically across alandscape.
This is not really a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue.
Stencil writings.
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
This is not really what is seems like
is it?
This is not more than a balcony
and you're only a woman.
-Will Dockery

One of your most lovely poems Doc...

[W-Dockery]

Post by Zod @news.novabbs.com (Zod )

Post by Will Dockery
Mari
She's got a dress
blue with yellow stars
blues and yellows
and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished
and I thought about
that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol
star-like squiggles
the flame had affected her some.
I saw the multicolored fire
it skipped frantically across alandscape.
This is not really a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue.
Stencil writings.
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
This is not really what is seems like
is it?
This is not more than a balcony
and you're only a woman.
-Will Dockery

One of your most lovely poems Doc...

This one is almost exactly forty years old, and accurately depicts the moment in time.

[W.Dockery]

Post by Zod @news.novabbs.com (Zod )

Post by Will Dockery
Mari
She's got a dress
blue with yellow stars
blues and yellows
and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished
and I thought about
that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol
star-like squiggles
the flame had affected her some.
I saw the multicolored fire
it skipped frantically across alandscape.
This is not really a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue.
Stencil writings.
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
This is not really what is seems like
is it?
This is not more than a balcony
and you're only a woman.
-Will Dockery

One of your most lovely poems Doc...

Good afternoon, thanks again.

[Victor H.]

Post by W.Dockery

Post by Zod @news.novabbs.com (Zod )

Post by Will Dockery
Mari
She's got a dress
blue with yellow stars
blues and yellows
and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished
and I thought about
that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol
star-like squiggles
the flame had affected her some.
I saw the multicolored fire
it skipped frantically across alandscape.
This is not really a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue.
Stencil writings.
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
This is not really what is seems like
is it?
This is not more than a balcony
and you're only a woman.
-Will Dockery

One of your most lovely poems Doc...

Good afternoon, thanks again.

Good DAY to you

[W.Dockery]

Post by Will Dockery
Mari
She's got a dress
blue with yellow stars
blues and yellows
and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished
and I thought about
that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol
star-like squiggles
the flame had affected her some.
I saw the multicolored fire
it skipped frantically across alandscape.
This is not really a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue.
Stencil writings.
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
This is not really what is seems like
is it?
This is not more than a balcony
and you're only a woman.
-Will Dockery

One of your most lovely poems Doc... Good DAY to you

Good evening, my friend.

🙂

[W-Dockery]

Post by Zod @news.novabbs.com (Zod )

Post by Will Dockery
Mari
She's got a dress
blue with yellow stars
blues and yellows
and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished
and I thought about
that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol
star-like squiggles
the flame had affected her some.
I saw the multicolored fire
it skipped frantically across alandscape.
This is not really a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue.
Stencil writings.
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
This is not really what is seems like
is it?
This is not more than a balcony
and you're only a woman.
-Will Dockery

One of your most lovely poems Doc...

Written after a great LSD trip with Lady Katherine.

[W.Dockery]

Post by Zod @news.novabbs.com (Zod )

Post by Will Dockery
Mari
She's got a dress
blue with yellow stars
blues and yellows
and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished
and I thought about
that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol
star-like squiggles
the flame had affected her some.
I saw the multicolored fire
it skipped frantically across alandscape.
This is not really a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue.
Stencil writings.
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
This is not really what is seems like
is it?
This is not more than a balcony
and you're only a woman.
-Will Dockery

One of your most lovely poems Doc...

Thanks, like I said, this is another reality based poem.

[W.Dockery]

Post by Zod @news.novabbs.com (Zod )

Post by Will Dockery
Mari
She's got a dress
blue with yellow stars
blues and yellows
and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished
and I thought about
that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol
star-like squiggles
the flame had affected her some.
I saw the multicolored fire
it skipped frantically across alandscape.
This is not really a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue.
Stencil writings.
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
This is not really what is seems like
is it?
This is not more than a balcony
and you're only a woman.
-Will Dockery

One of your most lovely poems Doc...

Good evening, thanks again for the nod, Zod.

[General-Zod]

Post by W-Dockery

Post by Will Dockery
Mari
She's got a dress
blue with yellow stars
blues and yellows
and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished
and I thought about
that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol
star-like squiggles
the flame had affected her some.
I saw the multicolored fire
it skipped frantically across alandscape.
This is not really a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue.
Stencil writings.
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
This is not really what is seems like
is it?
This is not more than a balcony
and you're only a woman.
-Will Dockery

(From the archives)

Cool cool

[W.Dockery]

Post by General-Zod

Post by W-Dockery

Post by Will Dockery
Mari
She's got a dress
blue with yellow stars
blues and yellows
and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished
and I thought about
that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol
star-like squiggles
the flame had affected her some.
I saw the multicolored fire
it skipped frantically across alandscape.
This is not really a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue.
Stencil writings.
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
This is not really what is seems like
is it?
This is not more than a balcony
and you're only a woman.
-Will Dockery

(From the archives)

Cool cool

Cool outside today also, cloudy and mellow in the Deep South.

[General-Zod]

Post by Will Dockery
Mari
She's got a dress
blue with yellow stars
blues and yellows
and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished
and I thought about
that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol
star-like squiggles
the flame had affected her some.
I saw the multicolored fire
it skipped frantically across alandscape.
This is not really a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue.
Stencil writings.
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
This is not really what is seems like
is it?
This is not more than a balcony
and you're only a woman.
-Will Dockery

Quite good, it plays out like a short film....

[W-Dockery]

Post by General-Zod

Post by Will Dockery
Mari
She's got a dress
blue with yellow stars
blues and yellows
and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished
and I thought about
that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol
star-like squiggles
the flame had affected her some.
I saw the multicolored fire
it skipped frantically across alandscape.
This is not really a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue.
Stencil writings.
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
This is not really what is seems like
is it?
This is not more than a balcony
and you're only a woman.
-Will Dockery

Quite good, it plays out like a short film....

With subtitles.

🙂

[Rocky Stoneberg]

Post by W-Dockery

Post by Will Dockery
Mari
She's got a dress
blue with yellow stars
blues and yellows
and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished
and I thought about
that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol
star-like squiggles
the flame had affected her some.
I saw the multicolored fire
it skipped frantically across alandscape.
This is not really a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue.
Stencil writings.
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
This is not really what is seems like
is it?
This is not more than a balcony
and you're only a woman.
-Will Dockery

(From the archives)

One of the best.....

[W-Dockery]

Post by Rocky Stoneberg

Post by W-Dockery

Post by Will Dockery
Mari
She's got a dress
blue with yellow stars
blues and yellows
and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished
and I thought about
that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol
star-like squiggles
the flame had affected her some.
I saw the multicolored fire
it skipped frantically across alandscape.
This is not really a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue.
Stencil writings.
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
This is not really what is seems like
is it?
This is not more than a balcony
and you're only a woman.
-Will Dockery

(From the archives)

One of the best.....

"I thank."

🙂

[General-Zod]

Post by W-Dockery

Post by Will Dockery
Mari
She's got a dress
blue with yellow stars
blues and yellows
and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished
and I thought about
that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol
star-like squiggles
the flame had affected her some.
I saw the multicolored fire
it skipped frantically across alandscape.
This is not really a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue.
Stencil writings.
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
This is not really what is seems like
is it?
This is not more than a balcony
and you're only a woman.
-Will Dockery

(From the archives)

Having another reading and this poem is top flight....

[Will Dockery]

Mari

She's got a dress, blue with yellow stars,
blues and yellows and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue,
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.

I saw Brookwood demolished,
and I thought about that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient,
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol...starlike squiggles,
the flame had affected her some...
I saw the multicolored fire,
it skipped frantically across alandscape. This is not really a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.

I felt the softness,
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue...
stencil writings...
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks,
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
this is not really what is seems like, is it?
This is not more than a balcony,
and you're only a woman...

-Will Dockery 10-21-82

And so it went.

[Will Dockery]

Mari

She's got a dress, blue with yellow stars,
blues and yellows and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue,
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.

I saw Brookwood demolished,
and I thought about that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient,
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol...starlike squiggles,
the flame had affected her some...
I saw the multicolored fire,
it skipped frantically across alandscape. This is not really a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.

I felt the softness,
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue...
stencil writings...
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks,
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
this is not really what is seems like, is it?
This is not more than a balcony,
and you're only a woman...

-Will Dockery 10-21-82

And so it went... here is the poem I mentioned earlier, Jim, as referenced
with the poem you posted, Jim/

[Will Dockery]

Mari

She's got a dress, blue with yellow stars,
blues and yellows and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue,
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.

I saw Brookwood demolished,
and I thought about that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient,
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol...starlike squiggles,
the flame had affected her some...
I saw the multicolored fire,
it skipped frantically across alandscape. This is not really a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.

I felt the softness,
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue...
stencil writings...
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks,
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
this is not really what is seems like, is it?
This is not more than a balcony,
and you're only a woman...

-Will Dockery 10-21-82

-----------------------------------------------

Found in Drafts file.

[General-Zod]

Post by Will Dockery
Mari
She's got a dress, blue with yellow stars,
blues and yellows and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue,
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished,
and I thought about that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient,
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol...starlike squiggles,
the flame had affected her some...
I saw the multicolored fire,
it skipped frantically across alandscape. This is not really a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness,
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue...
stencil writings...
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks,
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
this is not really what is seems like, is it?
This is not more than a balcony,
and you're only a woman...
-Will Dockery 10-21-82
-----------------------------------------------
Found in Drafts file.

One of your best, Doc...

[W-Dockery]

Post by General-Zod

Post by Will Dockery
Mari
She's got a dress, blue with yellow stars,
blues and yellows and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue,
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished,
and I thought about that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient,
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol...starlike squiggles,
the flame had affected her some...
I saw the multicolored fire,
it skipped frantically across a landscape. This is not really a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness,
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue...
stencil writings...
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks,
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
this is not really what is seems like, is it?
This is not more than a balcony,
and you're only a woman...
-Will Dockery 10-21-82
------------------------------------
Found in Drafts file.

One of your best, Doc...

Thanks for reading and commenting, Zod.

[Victor H.]

Post by W-Dockery

Post by General-Zod

Post by Will Dockery
Mari
She's got a dress, blue with yellow stars,
blues and yellows and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue,
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished,
and I thought about that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient,
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol...starlike squiggles,
the flame had affected her some...
I saw the multicolored fire,
it skipped frantically across a landscape. This is not really a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness,
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue...
stencil writings...
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks,
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
this is not really what is seems like, is it?
This is not more than a balcony,
and you're only a woman...
-Will Dockery 10-21-82
------------------------------------
Found in Drafts file.

One of your best, Doc...

Thanks for reading and commenting, Zod.

Good day and you are welcome...

[W-Dockery]

Post by Victor H.

Post by W-Dockery

Post by General-Zod

Post by Will Dockery
Mari
She's got a dress, blue with yellow stars,
blues and yellows and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue,
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished,
and I thought about that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient,
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol...starlike squiggles,
the flame had affected her some...
I saw the multicolored fire,
it skipped frantically across a landscape. This is not really a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness,
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue...
stencil writings...
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks,
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
this is not really what is seems like, is it?
This is not more than a balcony,
and you're only a woman...
-Will Dockery 10-21-82
------------------------------------
Found in Drafts file.

One of your best, Doc...

Thanks for reading and commenting, Zod.

Good day and you are welcome...

Good evening my friend.

[Zod]

Post by Will Dockery
Mari
She's got a dress, blue with yellow stars,
blues and yellows and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue,
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished,
and I thought about that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient,
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol...starlike squiggles,
the flame had affected her some...
I saw the multicolored fire,
it skipped frantically across a landscape. This is not really a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness,
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue...
stencil writings...
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks,
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
this is not really what is seems like, is it?
This is not more than a balcony,
and you're only a woman...
-Will Dockery 10-21-82
-----------------------------------------------
Found in Drafts file.

Good day, again.... one of your finest....

[W.Dockery]

Post by Zod

Post by Will Dockery
Mari
She's got a dress, blue with yellow stars,
blues and yellows and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue,
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished,
and I thought about that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient,
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol...starlike squiggles,
the flame had affected her some...
I saw the multicolored fire,
it skipped frantically across a landscape. This is not really a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness,
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue...
stencil writings...
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks,
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
this is not really what is seems like, is it?
This is not more than a balcony,
and you're only a woman...
-Will Dockery 10-21-82
-----------------------------------------------
Found in Drafts file.

Good day, again.... one of your finest....

Good morning, and thanks again.

[General-Zod]

Post by W.Dockery

Post by Zod

Post by Will Dockery
Mari
She's got a dress, blue with yellow stars,
blues and yellows and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue,
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished,
and I thought about that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient,
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol...starlike squiggles,
the flame had affected her some...
I saw the multicolored fire,
it skipped frantically across a landscape. This is not really a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness,
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue...
stencil writings...
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks,
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
this is not really what is seems like, is it?
This is not more than a balcony,
and you're only a woman...
-Will Dockery 10-21-82
-----------------------------------------------
Found in Drafts file.

Good day, again.... one of your finest....

Good morning, and thanks again.

Mike and I are sitting by the camp fire, singing songs as he picks his ole banjo...!

[W.Dockery]

Post by General-Zod

Post by W.Dockery

Post by Zod

Post by Will Dockery
Mari
She's got a dress, blue with yellow stars,
blues and yellows and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue,
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished,
and I thought about that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient,
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol...starlike squiggles,
the flame had affected her some...
I saw the multicolored fire,
it skipped frantically across a landscape. This is not really a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness,
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue...
stencil writings...
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks,
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
this is not really what is seems like, is it?
This is not more than a balcony,
and you're only a woman...
-Will Dockery 10-21-82
-----------------------------------------------
Found in Drafts file.

Good day, again.... one of your finest....

Good morning, and thanks again.

Mike and I are sitting by the camp fire, singing songs as he picks his ole banjo...!

Good evening, sounds like good times for you guys.

🙂

[General-Zod]

Post by W.Dockery

Post by Zod

Post by Will Dockery
Mari
She's got a dress, blue with yellow stars,
blues and yellows and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue,
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished,
and I thought about that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient,
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol...starlike squiggles,
the flame had affected her some...
I saw the multicolored fire,
it skipped frantically across a landscape. This is not really a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness,
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue...
stencil writings...
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks,
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
this is not really what is seems like, is it?
This is not more than a balcony,
and you're only a woman...
-Will Dockery 10-21-82
-----------------------------------------------
Found in Drafts file.

Good day, again.... one of your finest....

Good morning, and thanks again.

Yep... yep...!!

[W.Dockery]

Post by Will Dockery
Mari
She's got a dress, blue with yellow stars,
blues and yellows and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue,
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished,
and I thought about that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient,
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol...starlike squiggles,
the flame had affected her some...
I saw the multicolored fire,
it skipped frantically across a landscape. This is not really a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness,
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue...
stencil writings...
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks,
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
this is not really what is seems like, is it?
This is not more than a balcony,
and you're only a woman...
-Will Dockery 10-21-82

Good day, again.... one of your finest.... Yep... yep...!!

Good afternoon, my friend.

🙂

[General-Zod]

Post by W.Dockery

Post by Zod

Post by Will Dockery
Mari
She's got a dress, blue with yellow stars,
blues and yellows and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue,
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished,
and I thought about that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient,
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol...starlike squiggles,
the flame had affected her some...
I saw the multicolored fire,
it skipped frantically across a landscape. This is not really a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness,
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue...
stencil writings...
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks,
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
this is not really what is seems like, is it?
This is not more than a balcony,
and you're only a woman...
-Will Dockery 10-21-82
-----------------------------------------------
Found in Drafts file.

Good day, again.... one of your finest....

Good morning, and thanks again.

Kool....

[W.Dockery]

Post by General-Zod

Post by W.Dockery

Post by Zod

Post by Will Dockery
Mari
She's got a dress, blue with yellow stars,
blues and yellows and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue,
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished,
and I thought about that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient,
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol...starlike squiggles,
the flame had affected her some...
I saw the multicolored fire,
it skipped frantically across a landscape. This is not really a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness,
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue...
stencil writings...
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks,
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
this is not really what is seems like, is it?
This is not more than a balcony,
and you're only a woman...
-Will Dockery 10-21-82
-----------------------------------------------
Found in Drafts file.

Good day, again.... one of your finest....

Good morning, and thanks again.

Kool....

Happy holiday, Zod.

😃

[W.Dockery]

Post by Zod

Post by Will Dockery
Mari
She's got a dress, blue with yellow stars,
blues and yellows and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue,
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished,
and I thought about that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient,
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol...starlike squiggles,
the flame had affected her some...
I saw the multicolored fire,
it skipped frantically across a landscape. This is not really a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness,
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue...
stencil writings...
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks,
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
this is not really what is seems like, is it?
This is not more than a balcony,
and you're only a woman...
-Will Dockery 10-21-82
-----------------------------------------------
Found in Drafts file.

Good day, again.... one of your finest....

Good morning, thanks again for reading and commenting.

🙂

[W.Dockery]

Post by Zod

Post by Will Dockery
Mari
She's got a dress, blue with yellow stars,
blues and yellows and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue,
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished,
and I thought about that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient,
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol...starlike squiggles,
the flame had affected her some...
I saw the multicolored fire,
it skipped frantically across a landscape. This is not really a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness,
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue...
stencil writings...
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks,
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
this is not really what is seems like, is it?
This is not more than a balcony,
and you're only a woman...
-Will Dockery 10-21-82

Good day, again.... one of your finest....

Thanks again, and since 1982 seems to be the topic of the day, a good poem of mine to showcase.

🙂

[W-Dockery @news.novabbs.com (W-Dockery )]

Post by Zod

Post by Will Dockery
Mari
She's got a dress, blue with yellow stars,
blues and yellows and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue,
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished,
and I thought about that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient,
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol...starlike squiggles,
the flame had affected her some...
I saw the multicolored fire,
it skipped frantically across a landscape. This is not really a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness,
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue...
stencil writings...
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks,
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
this is not really what is seems like, is it?
This is not more than a balcony,
and you're only a woman...
-Will Dockery 10-21-82
-----------------------------------------------
Found in Drafts file.

Good day, again.... one of your finest....

That was the view from here in 1982.

[General-Zod]

Post by W-Dockery @news.novabbs.com (W-Dockery )

Post by Zod

Post by Will Dockery
Mari
She's got a dress, blue with yellow stars,
blues and yellows and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue,
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished,
and I thought about that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient,
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol...star-like squiggles,
the flame had affected her some...
I saw the multicolored fire,
it skipped frantically across a landscape. This is not really a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness,
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue...
stencil writings...
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks,
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
this is not really what is seems like, is it?
This is not more than a balcony,
and you're only a woman...
-Will Dockery 10-21-82

Good day, again.... one of your finest....

That was the view from here in 1982.

My finest memory of 1982 was first gazing at the lovely Kirstie Alley, may she rest in peace...

Kirstie Alley Wrecks the Starship USS Enterprise NCC-1701 Kobayashi Maru HD Star Trek II (1982)

[W-Dockery]

Post by Zod

Post by Will Dockery
Mari
She's got a dress, blue with yellow stars,
blues and yellows and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue,
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished,
and I thought about that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient,
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol...starlike squiggles,
the flame had affected her some...
I saw the multicolored fire,
it skipped frantically across a landscape. This is not really a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness,
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue...
stencil writings...
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks,
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
this is not really what is seems like, is it?
This is not more than a balcony,
and you're only a woman...
-Will Dockery 10-21-82
-----------------------------------------------
Found in Drafts file.

Good day, again.... one of your finest....

Thanks again my friend, and have a safe trip to Florida.

Enjoy your vacation weekend.

🙂

[W.Dockery]

Post by Zod

Post by Will Dockery
Mari
She's got a dress, blue with yellow stars,
blues and yellows and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue,
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished,
and I thought about that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient,
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol...starlike squiggles,
the flame had affected her some...
I saw the multicolored fire,
it skipped frantically across a landscape. This is not really a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness,
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue...
stencil writings...
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks,
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
this is not really what is seems like, is it?
This is not more than a balcony,
and you're only a woman...
-Will Dockery 10-21-82
-----------------------------------------------
Found in Drafts file.

Good day, again.... one of your finest....

Thanks again for the feedback.

[W.Dockery]

Post by Zod

Post by Will Dockery
Mari
She's got a dress, blue with yellow stars,
blues and yellows and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue,
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished,
and I thought about that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient,
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol...starlike squiggles,
the flame had affected her some...
I saw the multicolored fire,
it skipped frantically across a landscape. This is not really a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness,
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue...
stencil writings...
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks,
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
this is not really what is seems like, is it?
This is not more than a balcony,
and you're only a woman...
-Will Dockery 10-21-82
-----------------------------------------------
Found in Drafts file.

Good day, again.... one of your finest....

Thanks again for the nod, Zod.

[Peter J Ross]

In alt.arts.poetry.comments on Sun, 21 Dec 2014 14:25:25 -0800 (PST),

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Peter J Ross
In alt.arts.poetry.comments on Fri, 19 Dec 2014 20:54:57 -0800 (PST),

Post by Will Dockery
Originally Posted by atler8

Do you have atler8's permission to reproduce his or her copyright text

It was a fair use excerpt for example purposes.

LOL!

Post by Will Dockery
You should tutor your friend Cujo on copyright infringement of posting video without permission, if you haven't already, though.

Double LOL!

Post by Will Dockery
Hate for YouTube to ban him next time, wot?

Triple LOL and giggles!

Have you removed the video in which you violated Martinus Benders'
copyright yet?

[Will Dockery]

Post by Peter J Ross
Have you removed the video in which you violated Martinus Benders'
copyright yet?

Again, you misrepresent me and falsely accuse me of a violation that is actually impossible, since "Autograph of Zorro" is a collaboration between Martinus Benders, Henry F. Conley & myself. I's call this a mistake, except you've been corrected on this mistake many time, leading me to conclude that you are a lying hypocrite, intent on spreading these false accusations.

The full story can be read here:

http://web.archive.org/web/20041204083645/http://www.kannibaal.nl/shadowville.htm

M.H. Benders: "Hey Dockery, what about you reading some of my Dutch poems in front of a live coffeehouse audience and videotaping it? I'd really like to make this sort of cross cultural art. I will put it on
my website which is viewed by a lot of Dutch people every day. I wrote a new poem called 'The Autograph of Zorro'. I have both an english and a Dutch version. It would be fantastic if you could read it to a
poetry club dressed as Zorro, preferaably in both the english and the Dutch version. Make someone videotape it and you can send me the
cassette and I will convert it to an internet video. I will promote this video in whole Holland and you'll sure be a known name to the dutch poetry crowd. Let me know how we continue."

Dockery: "I think this could be interesting. I saw a short video clip of yours last Winter on one of the newsgroups that reminded me of the
video films I made with Truman Bentley in the years 1996-99, and the idea of the reading of "The Autograph Of Zorro" brings back thoughts
of all those hours of footage. I'm thinking of a video for "The Autograph Of Zorro" that would use not only me reading the English translation of "The Autograph Of Zorro", backed by my jazz musician
friends, Henry, Grumpy, Follicle, et al... but..."

M. H. Benders: "That's great. It sounds like a really interesting project. I will promote the video over my website which has about 80.000 visitors a year, enough to give your name a decent boost into
recognition by dutch people. It's nice that these sort of cross-cultural initiatives can develop over the internet. So much negativity floating around that it's good sometimes something positive
happens."


Dockery: "Also various bits by other Shadowville poets and regulars. Basically, just bring the camera and record what happens. The reading
of "Autograph Of Zorro" could serve as the promo for a further video surrounding the readings. Over the course of a month of so, if it
clicks right, we could have several alternative versions of the poem, in both English and Dutch... So, that's the basics, with extra shots
of audience members and other poets, et cetera. I send you all the results, and you can use the one[s] most appropriate."

M. H. Benders: "Thanks for showing an interest in the cross cultural project I am planning. You can arrange the reading events in every way
that you see fit, I trust your artistic vision. When you have taped the events you can send the tape. It would be nice, I think, to have some real American elements mixed with it like Country Music (I have
always been a great country music fan) but you can also use jazz if you want. I will make sure the video is digitalised and shown on different locations on the Dutch internet. Then, in the future, we can
also try it the other way around."

Autograph of Zorro / Dockery, Conley & Benders, the video:

[Peter J Ross]

In alt.arts.poetry.comments on Mon, 22 Dec 2014 22:50:45 -0800 (PST),

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Peter J Ross
Have you removed the video in which you violated Martinus Benders'
copyright yet?

Again, you misrepresent me and falsely accuse me of a violation that
is actually impossible, since "Autograph of Zorro" is a
collaboration between Martinus Benders, Henry F. Conley & myself.

"Autograph of Zorro" is a poem by award-winning poet Martinus Benders,
which you were given permission to use as part of his "cross-cultural
project". You were not given permission to continue using it and
re-using it after that project had finished.

Post by Will Dockery
I's call this a mistake, except you've been corrected on this
mistake many time, leading me to conclude that you are a lying
hypocrite, intent on spreading these false accusations.

<screedsnip>

Your evidence that the accusation is false goes here:






Don't bother reposting evidence that you were permitted by Mr Benders
to post your original Zaaaah-Roooow video, which has never been
disputed. Evidence that you were permitted by Mr Benders to continue
performing and recording his work years later and without any
connection to his project is what's required if the accusuation of
theft is to be withdrawn.

[Will Dockery]

Post by Peter J Ross
"Autograph of Zorro" is a poem by award-winning poet Martinus Benders

The video is of the adaptation of the poem, which was adapted by me with Henry Conley at the specific request of Martinus Benders.

This version of "Autograph of Zorro" is an example of transformative usage... look that up.

<unsnipped>

Again, you misrepresent me and falsely accuse me of a violation that is actually impossible, since "Autograph of Zorro" is a collaboration between Martinus Benders, Henry F. Conley & myself. I's call this a mistake, except you've been corrected on this mistake many time, leading me to conclude that you are a lying hypocrite, intent on spreading these false accusations.

The full story can be read here:

http://web.archive.org/web/20041204083645/http://www.kannibaal.nl/shadowville.htm

M.H. Benders: "Hey Dockery, what about you reading some of my Dutch poems in front of a live coffeehouse audience and videotaping it? I'd really like to make this sort of cross cultural art. I will put it on
my website which is viewed by a lot of Dutch people every day. I wrote a new poem called 'The Autograph of Zorro'. I have both an english and a Dutch version. It would be fantastic if you could read it to a
poetry club dressed as Zorro, preferaably in both the english and the Dutch version. Make someone videotape it and you can send me the
cassette and I will convert it to an internet video. I will promote this video in whole Holland and you'll sure be a known name to the dutch poetry crowd. Let me know how we continue."

Dockery: "I think this could be interesting. I saw a short video clip of yours last Winter on one of the newsgroups that reminded me of the
video films I made with Truman Bentley in the years 1996-99, and the idea of the reading of "The Autograph Of Zorro" brings back thoughts
of all those hours of footage. I'm thinking of a video for "The Autograph Of Zorro" that would use not only me reading the English translation of "The Autograph Of Zorro", backed by my jazz musician
friends, Henry, Grumpy, Follicle, et al... but..."

M. H. Benders: "That's great. It sounds like a really interesting project. I will promote the video over my website which has about 80.000 visitors a year, enough to give your name a decent boost into
recognition by dutch people. It's nice that these sort of cross-cultural initiatives can develop over the internet. So much negativity floating around that it's good sometimes something positive
happens."

Dockery: "Also various bits by other Shadowville poets and regulars. Basically, just bring the camera and record what happens. The reading
of "Autograph Of Zorro" could serve as the promo for a further video surrounding the readings. Over the course of a month of so, if it
clicks right, we could have several alternative versions of the poem, in both English and Dutch... So, that's the basics, with extra shots
of audience members and other poets, et cetera. I send you all the results, and you can use the one[s] most appropriate."

M. H. Benders: "Thanks for showing an interest in the cross cultural project I am planning. You can arrange the reading events in every way
that you see fit, I trust your artistic vision. When you have taped the events you can send the tape. It would be nice, I think, to have some real American elements mixed with it like Country Music (I have
always been a great country music fan) but you can also use jazz if you want. I will make sure the video is digitalised and shown on different locations on the Dutch internet. Then, in the future, we can
also try it the other way around."

Autograph of Zorro / Dockery, Conley & Benders, the video:
http://youtu.be/G64jUD1tRRA

[Peter J Ross]

In alt.arts.poetry.comments on Tue, 23 Dec 2014 04:20:02 -0800 (PST),

Post by Peter J Ross
"Autograph of Zorro" is a poem by award-winning poet Martinus Benders

<whinesnip>

Have you even had the decency to buy a copy of one of his published
books?

No, of course not.

[Will Dockery]

Post by Peter J Ross
In alt.arts.poetry.comments on Tue, 23 Dec 2014 08:23:35 -0500, Will

Post by Will Dockery
As far as I know Martinus Benders hasn't bought a copy of my CD,
either...

Neither has anybody else!

No, Basil has sold a few copies, in fact here's a nice review I got on
"}Shadowville Speedway" just last week from a person who bought the CD:

https://groups.google.com/d/msg/rec.music.dylan/bEw1LtX1Gbs/slSD07Wz_YsJ

"...I think Will's Shadowville Speedway is downright enjoyable. It mixes
well with The New Basement Tapes: Lost On the River and Robbie Robertson's
latest. And it's non-hegemonic too! And you can tell: Will issued it as a
labor of love; at bottom, not for the charts, but from the heart of all true
artists.

So tell me, who you gonna call when you want music: The artist or the
fetishist?" -Just Walkin'

[Hieronymous707]

Yay!

[Will Dockery]

Yay!

Thanks!

[Will Dockery]

actually a plain spoken
unpretentious statement,
easily understood and impossible
to confuse

Well put, and thanks.

[Will Dockery]

actually a plain spoken
unpretentious statement,
easily understood and impossible
to confuse

A rare endorsement from Dennis Hammes, found in my Drafts folder.

:)

[Peter J Ross]

In alt.arts.poetry.comments on Tue, 23 Dec 2014 08:39:50 -0500, Will

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Peter J Ross
In alt.arts.poetry.comments on Tue, 23 Dec 2014 08:23:35 -0500, Will

Post by Will Dockery
As far as I know Martinus Benders hasn't bought a copy of my CD,
either...

Neither has anybody else!

No, Basil has sold a few copies,

So why aren't you accusing him of stealing your CD?

<google-groping babble snipped>

[Will Dockery]

Post by Peter J Ross

Post by Will Dockery
Basil has sold a few copies

So why aren't you accusing him of stealing your CD?

Because he hasn't stolen one.

Basil sells CDs for several local artists on his Artemis Records website,
and sends a portion of the sales to the creator, and of course keeps some of
the $$$ for his work, as well.

[Will Dockery]

Post by Peter J Ross

Post by Peter J Ross
"Autograph of Zorro" is a poem by award-winning poet Martinus Benders
adapted into a song and video by Henry Conley & myself.

Have you even had the decency to buy a copy of one of his published
books?

As far as I know Martinus Benders hasn't bought a copy of my CD, either...
but we can work out a trade if Martinus Benders is interested.

Not that this is any of your business of course (stalker?) PJR.

Home / Audio CD / Will Dockery “Shadowville Speedway”:
http://artemisrecords.net/wp/product/will-dockery-shadowville-speedway-2/

[Peter J Ross]

In alt.arts.poetry.comments on Tue, 23 Dec 2014 08:23:35 -0500, Will

Post by Will Dockery
As far as I know Martinus Benders hasn't bought a copy of my CD, either...

Neither has anybody else!

[Will Dockery]

Post by Peter J Ross
In alt.arts.poetry.comments on Tue, 23 Dec 2014 08:39:50 -0500, Will

Basil Fitzpatrick has sold a few copies,

So why aren't you accusing him of stealing your CD?

You really are confused, aren't you?

Basil Fitzpatrick runs Artemis Records, which is selling the CD for me.

[Peter J Ross]

In alt.arts.poetry.comments on Tue, 23 Dec 2014 10:50:42 -0500, Will

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Peter J Ross
In alt.arts.poetry.comments on Tue, 23 Dec 2014 08:39:50 -0500, Will

Basil Fitzpatrick has sold a few copies,

So why aren't you accusing him of stealing your CD?

You really are confused, aren't you?

No.

Post by Will Dockery
Basil Fitzpatrick runs Artemis Records, which is selling the CD for me.

What do shares in his "business" cost?

[Will Dockery]

Post by Peter J Ross
In alt.arts.poetry.comments on Tue, 23 Dec 2014 08:39:50 -0500, Will

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Peter J Ross

Basil Fitzpatrick has sold a few copies,

So why aren't you accusing him of stealing your CD?

You really are confused, aren't you?

No.

You sure seemed to be.

Post by Peter J Ross

Post by Will Dockery
Basil Fitzpatrick runs Artemis Records, which is selling the CD for
me.

What do shares in his "business" cost?

Why don't you ask him if you're interested?

http://artemisrecords.net/wp/will-dockery/

[Peter J Ross]

In alt.arts.poetry.comments on Tue, 23 Dec 2014 11:09:29 -0500, Will

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Peter J Ross
In alt.arts.poetry.comments on Tue, 23 Dec 2014 08:39:50 -0500, Will

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Peter J Ross

Basil Fitzpatrick has sold a few copies,

So why aren't you accusing him of stealing your CD?

You really are confused, aren't you?

No.

You sure seemed to be.

How would *you* know?

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Peter J Ross

Post by Will Dockery
Basil Fitzpatrick runs Artemis Records, which is selling the CD for
me.

What do shares in his "business" cost?

Why don't you ask him if you're interested?

What makes you think I'm interested? Try to learn the difference
between idly smacking you around and being interested in what you
type.

Post by Will Dockery
http://spam.com/

[Will Dockery]

Post by Peter J Ross

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Peter J Ross

Post by Will Dockery
Basil Fitzpatrick runs Artemis Records, which is selling the CD for
me.

What do shares in his "business" cost?

Why don't you ask him if you're interested?

What makes you think I'm interested?

The fact that you've made almost 100 posts to and about me just today kind of gives that idea out, Peter.

[Peter J Ross]

In alt.arts.poetry.comments on Tue, 23 Dec 2014 11:07:45 -0800 (PST),

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Peter J Ross

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Peter J Ross

Post by Will Dockery
Basil Fitzpatrick runs Artemis Records, which is selling the
CD for me.

What do shares in his "business" cost?

Why don't you ask him if you're interested?

What makes you think I'm interested?

The fact that you've made almost 100 posts to and about me just
today kind of gives that idea out, Peter.

You whine when you don't get attention, and you whine when you do.

If you seriously think that smacking you around implies an interest in
the antics of some obscure wannabe music mogul, you should get
psychiatric help.

[Will Dockery]

Post by Peter J Ross
you should get
psychiatric help.

Why, do you feel like it helped you?

[Will Dockery]

Post by Will Dockery
an interest in
the antics of some obscure wannabe music mogul

Obviously, since you don't seem to be able to think, or post, about anything
but "Will Dockery".

:D

[Will Dockery]

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Peter J Ross

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Peter J Ross

Post by Will Dockery
Basil Fitzpatrick runs Artemis Records, which is selling the
CD for me.

What do shares in his "business" cost?

Why don't you ask him if you're interested?

What makes you think I'm interested?

The fact that you've made almost 100 posts to and about me just
today kind of gives that idea out, Peter.

an interest in
the antics of some obscure wannabe music mogul

If you don't want answers then stop whining out your questions with every
post I make.

You sniff behind every post I make so it is obvious you are interested to
the point of obsession.

Deny it if you want... anyone can see your desperate fixation on all things
"Will Dockery", Peter.

--
"Support Your Local Businesses and Farmers and Artists and Friends! Your
whole Community needs You now!" -Phil Cheney
Check out "Red Lipped Stranger / Will Dockery & The Shadowville All-Stars" -
http://www.reverbnation.com/open_graph/song/8798203

[Peter J Ross]

In alt.arts.poetry.comments on Wed, 24 Dec 2014 16:36:44 -0500, Will

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Peter J Ross

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Peter J Ross

Post by Will Dockery
Basil Fitzpatrick runs Artemis Records, which is selling the
CD for me.

What do shares in his "business" cost?

Why don't you ask him if you're interested?

What makes you think I'm interested?

The fact that you've made almost 100 posts to and about me just
today kind of gives that idea out, Peter.

an interest in
the antics of some obscure wannabe music mogul

Try to have your postedits make sense, douchebag.

Post by Will Dockery
If you don't want answers

I *do* want your answers, Dreckster!

For instance, why have you repeatedly plagiarised Michael Cook's
creative work?

Your answer, should you choose to provide one, goes here:






<whinesnip>

[Will Dockery]

On Wednesday, December 24, 2014 8:54:07 PM UTC-5, Peter J Ross wrote:
you have been

Post by Peter J Ross
repeatedly plagiarised

by

Post by Peter J Ross
Michael Cook

of your

Post by Peter J Ross
creative work?

Edited for truth.

[Will Dockery]

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Peter J Ross

Post by Will Dockery
Originally Posted by atler8

Do you have atler8's permission to reproduce his or her copyright text

It was a fair use excerpt for example purposes.

LOL!

You were so busy giggling that you forgot that even posting entire
copyrighted poems is acceptable here, though, PJR:

Speaking of copyright infringement, PJR, how about when you defended Fred
Hall's theft of "Howl"?

https://groups.google.com/d/msg/alt.arts.poetry.comments/ffk-i-voDy0/tVyANSyilq8J

Top this boys and girls

Top what... the "Howl" poem or your spectacularly clueless copyright
infringement of it?

:D

HOWL
by Allen Ginsberg
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by
madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn
looking for an angry fix,

<Fred Hall's copyright abuse snipped>

in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea-
journey on the highway across America in tears
to the door of my cottage in the Western night

And... so it went.

PJR's defense of Fred Halls copyright abuse of Allen Ginsberg goes here:

:D

And "play the part of hypocritical liar" much, PJR?

Just curious.

[Will Dockery]

Post by Peter J Ross
Have you removed the video

No, the video looks good enough to keep online:

For those unfamiliar with Hogbottom or old-timers who were there, click the
link for video images of the first show I did there, with my friends The
Conley Brothers Band. Twilight Girl, written by Will Dockery & Henry Conley,
from the CD Shadowville Speedway. © 2009 Library of Congress Registration
Number / Date: PAu003501816 / 2008-09-23.

Lakeside Stage - May 2nd - Hogbottom #10. For my 7th year at Hogbottom, Will
Dockery & The Shadowville All-Stars (Jack Snipe, Rob Wright, Gabriel Holland
& Brian Mallard) will be joined on the new Lakeside Stage by The Back Porch
Pickers, Robert Earl & Jessica Lowery, Henry F. Conley & The Conley
Brothers, Steve Moseson, JC Bridwell, Michael Scroggins, Caleb Gamble &
other artists to be announced. — reading Strange Wine with Jamie
Collegejunior Mcguire and Tom McGuire at Hogbottom.

And so it will go :D

[Will Dockery]

Post by Peter J Ross
In alt.arts.poetry.comments on Fri, 19 Dec 2014 20:54:57 -0800 (PST),

Post by Will Dockery
Originally Posted by atler8

Do you have atler8's permission

PJR, you silly little hypocrite, this poster made a post that I responded to... that's how Usenet works, my friend!

[Will Dockery]

and what you call blandness is actually a plain spoken

unpretentious statement, easily understood and impossible to confuse.

Two essential ingredients of a successful poem.

[Will Dockery]

Can't see why. Though it's possible to say that pigs call their
shit "corncobs," possibly "corn swill," the pigs merely "call" their
whole day "rooting."
Pearls, corn, shit, the foot of a sleeping pig, they still call it
"rooting."
There's a movement afoot to call it "reading UseNet," but I don't
think it'll "take." Most pigs squeal when bit on the foot, where
most UseNet posters squeal when they bite on a pearl.
"What's this shit doing in my corn swill?"
"SUE!"

Interesting thoughts in context with our current era of "Piggy" and Pigpen forums spanning the works.

[Will Dockery]

and what you call blandness is actually a plain spoken

unpretentious statement, easily understood and impossible to

confuse.
something else
and what you call blandness is actually a plain spoken

unpretentious statement, easily understood and impossible to confuse.

And... so it goes!

Happy New Year, folks!

[General Zod]

Post by Will Dockery
Mari.
She's got a dress, blue with yellow stars,
blues and yellows and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue,
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished,
and I thought about that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient,
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol...starlike squiggles,
the flame had affected her some...
I saw the multicolored fire,
it skipped frantically across alandscape. This is not really a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness,
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue...
stencil writings...
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks,
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
this is not really what is seems like, is it?
This is not more than a balcony,
and you're only a woman...
-Will Dockery 10-21-82

A classic poem from the golden era of Doc....

[General Zod]

and what you call blandness is actually a plain spoken

unpretentious statement, easily understood and impossible to

confuse.
something else
I agree.
Will
Mari.
She's got a dress, blue with yellow stars,
blues and yellows and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue,
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished,
and I thought about that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient,
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol...starlike squiggles,
the flame had affected her some...
I saw the multicolored fire,
it skipped frantically across alandscape. This is not really a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness,
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue...
stencil writings...
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks,
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
this is not really what is seems like, is it?
This is not more than a balcony,
and you're only a woman...
-Will Dockery 10-21-82

An epic of our times............

[Me]

Post by General Zod

and what you call blandness is actually a plain spoken

unpretentious statement, easily understood and impossible to

confuse.
something else
I agree.
Will
Mari.
She's got a dress, blue with yellow stars,
blues and yellows and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue,
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished,
and I thought about that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient,
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol...starlike squiggles,
the flame had affected her some...
I saw the multicolored fire,
it skipped frantically across alandscape. This is not really a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness,
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue...
stencil writings...
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks,
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
this is not really what is seems like, is it?
This is not more than a balcony,
and you're only a woman...
-Will Dockery 10-21-82

An epic of our times............

Yes, another of his poems about his sluts, and the year being 1982. Little clay was 4 and His poor mom....

[Zod]

Post by Me

Post by General Zod

and what you call blandness is actually a plain spoken

unpretentious statement, easily understood and impossible to

confuse.
something else
I agree.
Will
Mari.
She's got a dress, blue with yellow stars,
blues and yellows and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue,
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished,
and I thought about that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient,
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol...starlike squiggles,
the flame had affected her some...
I saw the multicolored fire,
it skipped frantically across alandscape. This is not really a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness,
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue...
stencil writings...
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks,
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
this is not really what is seems like, is it?
This is not more than a balcony,
and you're only a woman...
-Will Dockery 10-21-82

An epic of our times............

Yes, another of his poems about his sluts, and the year being 1982. Little clay was 4 and His poor mom....

Thast was rude and untrue...……….

[Will Dockery™]

Thanks for the feedback and scrutiny, General Zod.

[General Zod]

You forgot the Karla Rogers first rule of poetry?

[Me]

Post by General Zod
You forgot the Karla Rogers first rule of poetry?

No, zoddie.
Pissbum has said that his life is archived in his poems here.

[Will Dockery™]

"Try not to mistake the speaker in the poem with the writer of the poem."
-Karla Rogers

[Me]

Post by Will Dockery™
"Try not to mistake the speaker in the poem with the writer of the poem."
-Karla Rogers

What the fuck does that have to do with your poem?
You have stated here that if I wanted to know something about you and your life, it is archived in your poetry. You posted that will. Not ME.

[General Zod]

Well read the poem for your answers....

That is what I do......

[General Zod]

Outstanding poetry......

[General Zod]

Post by Will Dockery
Mari.
She's got a dress, blue with yellow stars,
blues and yellows and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue,
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished,
and I thought about that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient,
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol...starlike squiggles,
the flame had affected her some...
I saw the multicolored fire,
it skipped frantically across alandscape. This is not really a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness,
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue...
stencil writings...
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks,
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
this is not really what is seems like, is it?
This is not more than a balcony,
and you're only a woman...
-Will Dockery 10-21-82
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Isis-House

The original version.... good for a read...............