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Tue, 11 Feb 2014 03:01
Behind the Forest / a poem by Will Dockery
Author: "Will Dockery"
Date: Tue, 11 Feb 2014 03:01
Date: Tue, 11 Feb 2014 03:01
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"Behind The Forest", was written by me over a decade ago. Some of the timestamped and dated information on my poem "Behind The Forest": Behind The Forest. by Will Dockery - Google Groups Google Groups Aug 24, 2003 - Behind The Forest. Under the tent, can't describe this light. Under the black base are blue and red shadows. The ink glistens, silvery like tiny ... Behind The Forest. by Will Dockery - Google Groups Google Groups Jan 1, 2014 - Behind The Forest. by Will Dockery, Will Dockery, 8/24/03 11:39 PM. Behind The Forest. Under the tent, can't describe this light. Under the ... Re: Behind The Forest / Will Dockery - Google Groups Google Groups Jan 2, 2014 - "Peter J Ross" <p...@homeridae.org> wrote in message news:slrnlc913i.n4m.pjr@homeri dae.org ... > In alt.arts.poetry.com ments on Wed, 1 Jan ... And the Playgrounds Magazine issue in 2005 I published the poem in: ---- To The Magic Store by Will Dockery [Playgrounds Magazine, April 2005] "But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter..." -Arthur Rimbaud Passings and Arrivals: I stopped by Isis House recently, and Norma told me that Smiley [Earl Parrish] has died. Literally hundreds of memories, all happy, many hilarious of *our*, and certainly one of the last, true Southern Gentlemen, come to mind, some of the best: Smiley's poem, "Georgia": "From the shores of the Atlantic, To the banks of the Chattahoochie... It's Geeeeeorrrr-gia..." That he often read at the original poetry open mics. His excellent reditions of show-tunes, and his show-stopper versions of "Somewhere Over The Rainbow" and "Don't Sit Under The Apple Tree With Anyone Else But Me". "And lots of other things..." -Johnny Cash. <snip> A poem from different, and simpler, times: ---- Behind The Forest. Under the tent, can't describe this light. Under the black base are blue and red shadows. The ink glistens, silvery like tiny mercury. Working to purity, music and words and sweat. No tears. Forget tommorow. Let go the problems in time. Sun bleached cure, the addiction does not hold me, as the drugs, human drugs, create the sound. Saint Augustine night, moon mother smiles. Catch the flow, it may never be back again, though possible. Poetic form disintegrates, quit cold turkey, so I can find what I have lost. Termite stars shine on the oldest city. The facist doctors are no match for the old man with beads. Double digeridoo warble, aboriginal soul hum. Sweat, blue meets red. Let it drop for peace of mind. Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes through the breeze... words about money float by. Hope springs eternal as long as the well ain't dry. -Will Dockery That's it for now, take care, and email your Smiley memories for next issue's rememberance of this Shadowville legend, now passed. ---- And so it goes.
Re: Behind the Forest NOT in the Library of Congress
Author: generic@hotmail.
Date: Tue, 11 Feb 2014 17:33
Date: Tue, 11 Feb 2014 17:33
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On 11-Feb-2014, "Will Dockery" <will.dockery@gmail.com> wrote: > timestamped and dated information Why is this not in the Library of Congress? Why? Why? Why? You couldn't afford the postage, am I right? Willie Douchebag has timestamped and dated information! Willie Douchebag is obsessing about dead people again!
Behind the Forest / Will Dockery
Author: "Will Dockery"
Date: Wed, 12 Feb 2014 14:17
Date: Wed, 12 Feb 2014 14:17
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generic wrote in message news:52fa5ef2$0$61278$c3e8da3$5e5e430d@news.astraweb.com... > On 11-Feb-2014, "Will Dockery" wrote: > >> timestamped and dated information > > Why is this not in the Library of Congress? Why? Why? Why? > You couldn't afford the postage, am I right? Thanks for your intense interest...
Re: Behind the Forest NOT in the Library of Congress
Author: George Dance
Date: Wed, 12 Feb 2014 15:47
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On Tuesday, February 11, 2014 12:33:38 PM UTC-5, gen...@hotmail.com wrote: > On 11-Feb-2014, "Will Dockery" <will.dockery@gmail.com> wrote: > > > Why is this not in the Library of Congress? Why? Why? Why? So that's where you've been, troll: frantically combing through the LoC. Here's a clue for you: the LoC archives books, not individual poems. Now, with some luck, you have one, anyway.
Behind the Forest / Will Dockery
Author: "Will Dockery"
Date: Sat, 15 Feb 2014 11:19
Date: Sat, 15 Feb 2014 11:19
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"George Dance" <georgedance04@yahoo.ca> wrote in message news:3e440db5-b682-4445-be8a-5eeb9bdfc479@googlegroups.com... > On Tuesday, February 11, 2014 12:33:38 PM UTC-5, gen...@hotmail.com wrote: >> On 11-Feb-2014, "Will Dockery" wrote: >> >> >> Why is this not in the Library of Congress? Why? Why? Why? > > So that's where you've been, troll: frantically combing through the LoC. > Here's a clue for you: the LoC archives books, not individual poems. Now, > with some luck, you have one, anyway. And so it goes...
Behind the Forest / Will Dockery
Author: Will Dockery
Date: Mon, 08 Dec 2014 20:28
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generic troll @hotmail.com wrote: > "Will Dockery" wrote: > > > timestamped and dated information <poem unsnipped> ---- Behind The Forest. Under the tent, can't describe this light. Under the black base are blue and red shadows. The ink glistens, silvery like tiny mercury. Working to purity, music and words and sweat. No tears. Forget tommorow. Let go the problems in time. Sun bleached cure, the addiction does not hold me, as the drugs, human drugs, create the sound. Saint Augustine night, moon mother smiles. Catch the flow, it may never be back again, though possible. Poetic form disintegrates, quit cold turkey, so I can find what I have lost. Termite stars shine on the oldest city. The facist doctors are no match for the old man with beads. Double digeridoo warble, aboriginal soul hum. Sweat, blue meets red. Let it drop for peace of mind. Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes through the breeze... words about money float by. Hope springs eternal as long as the well ain't dry. -Will Dockery > Why is this not in the Library of Congress? Why? Why? Why? > > You couldn't afford the postage, am I right? The best way to copyright poetry and songs is as collections, for example... The way I did it was I mailed two copies of the CD, which In think was their instruction, which are filed at the Library of Congress. This way, the entire package is covered, from the songs, lyrics, cover art. Again, I think the Copyright Office folks suggest thisn is the best way, rather than paying for each song individually. http://artemisrecords.net/wp/product/will-dockery-shadowville-speedway-2/ 1. "01 Wobble(mastered)" -- DOCKERY & CONNELY 1:00 2. "02 Truckstop Woman(mastered)" -- DOCKERY & CONNELY 1:00 3. "03 The Surgeon General(mastered)" -- DOCKERY & CONNELY 1:00 4. "04 Twilight Girl(mastered)" -- DOCKERY & CONNELY 1:00 5. "05 Sidewalk Spinner(mastered)" -- DOCKERY & CONNELY 1:00 6. "06 Shadowville Speedway(mastered)" -- DOCKERY & CONNELY 1:00 7. "07 Fade Away Encounter(mastered)" -- DOCKERY & CONNELY 1:00 8. "08 Black and Blue Night(mastered)" -- DOCKERY & CONNELY 1:00 9. "09 Hasty Pudding(mastered)" -- DOCKERY & CONNELY 1:00 10. "10 Last Dream Today(mastered)" -- DOCKERY & CONNELY 1:00 11. "11 Rag Picker Joe(mastered)" -- DOCKERY & CONNELY 1:00 12. "12 Ozone Stigmata(mastered)" -- DOCKERY & CONNELY 1:00 13. "13 Her Majesty's Secret Madrigal(mastered)" -- DOCKERY & CONNELY 1:00
Behind the Forest / a poem by Will Dockery
Author: Will Dockery
Date: Thu, 11 Dec 2014 22:24
Date: Thu, 11 Dec 2014 22:24
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George Dance wrote: > generic troll wrote: > > > > Why is this not in the Library of Congress? Why? Why? Why? > > So that's where you've been, troll: frantically combing through the LoC. > > Here's a clue for you: the LoC archives books, not individual poems. Now, with some luck, you have one, anyway. I reckon there's worse places he could spend his time... heh. -- "There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars." -Jack Kerouac Check out "Twilight Girl (W. Dockery & H. Conley)" - http://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery/song/17680972-twilight-girl-w-dockery--h-conley
Behind the Forest / a poem by Will Dockery
Author: Will Dockery
Date: Fri, 12 Dec 2014 18:11
Date: Fri, 12 Dec 2014 18:11
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xxx wrote: > > is this not in the Library of Congress? No, but it is here, with comment & critique welcomed: <poem unsnipped> Behind The Forest Under the tent, can't describe this light. Under the black base are blue and red shadows. The ink glistens, silvery like tiny mercury. Working to purity, music and words and sweat. No tears. Forget tomorrow. Let go the problems in time. Sun bleached cure, the addiction does not hold me, as the drugs, human drugs, create the sound. Saint Augustine night, moon mother smiles. Catch the flow, it may never be back again, though possible. Poetic form disintegrates, quit cold turkey, so I can find what I have lost. Termite stars shine on the oldest city. The facist doctors are no match for the old man with beads. Double digeridoo warble, aboriginal soul hum. Sweat, blue meets red. Let it drop for peace of mind. Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes through the breeze... words about money float by. Hope springs eternal as long as the well ain't dry. -Will Dockery
Behind the Forest / a poem by Will Dockery
Author: "Will Dockery"
Date: Wed, 16 Mar 2016 14:14
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Behind The Forest. Under the tent can't describe this light. Under the black base are blue and red shadows. The ink glistens silvery like tiny mercury. Working to purity music and words and sweat. No tears. Forget tommorow. Let go the problems in time. Sun bleached cure the addiction does not hold me as the drugs human drugs create the sound. Saint Augustine night moon mother smiles. Catch the flow it may never be back again, though possible. Poetic form disintegrates quit cold turkey, so I can find what I have lost. Termite stars shine on the oldest city. The facist doctors are no match for the old man with beads. Double digeridoo warble aboriginal soul hum. Sweat, blue meets red. Let it drop for peace of mind. Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes through the breeze... words about money float by. Hope springs eternal as long as the well ain't dry. -Will Dockery
Behind the Forest / a poem by Will Dockery
Author: "Will Dockery"
Date: Fri, 17 Jun 2016 19:38
Date: Fri, 17 Jun 2016 19:38
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Behind The Forest Under the tent, can't describe this light. Under the black base are blue and red shadows. The ink glistens, silvery like tiny mercury. Working to purity, music and words and sweat. No tears. Forget tommorow. Let go the problems in time. Sun bleached cure, the addiction does not hold me, as the drugs, human drugs, create the sound. Saint Augustine night, moon mother smiles. Catch the flow, it may never be back again, though possible. Poetic form disintegrates, quit cold turkey, so I can find what I have lost. Termite stars shine on the oldest city. The facist doctors are no match for the old man with beads. Double digeridoo warble, aboriginal soul hum. Sweat, blue meets red. Let it drop for peace of mind. Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes through the breeze... words about money float by. Hope springs eternal as long as the well ain't dry. -Will Dockery
Re: Behind the Forest / Will Dockery
Author: "Will Dockery"
Date: Fri, 25 Oct 2019 04:24
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Behind The Forest. Under the tent can't describe this light. Under the black base are blue and red shadows. The ink glistens silvery like tiny mercury. Working to purity music and words and sweat. No tears. Forget tommorow. Let go the problems in time. Sun bleached cure the addiction does not hold me as the drugs human drugs create the sound. Saint Augustine night moon mother smiles. Catch the flow it may never be back again, though possible. Poetic form disintegrates quit cold turkey, so I can find what I have lost. Termite stars shine on the oldest city. The facist doctors are no match for the old man with beads. Double digeridoo warble aboriginal soul hum. Sweat, blue meets red. Let it drop for peace of mind. Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes through the breeze... words about money float by. Hope springs eternal as long as the well ain't dry. -Will Dockery ---------------------------------------------- Found in Drafts file.
Re: Behind the Forest / Will Dockery
Author: parnellos.pizza@
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Will Dockery wrote: > Behind The Forest. > Under the tent > can't describe this light. > Under the black base > are blue and red shadows. > The ink glistens > silvery like tiny mercury. > Working to purity > music and words and sweat. > No tears. > Forget tommorow. > Let go the problems in time. > Sun bleached cure > the addiction does not hold me > as the drugs > human drugs > create the sound. > Saint Augustine night > moon mother smiles. > Catch the flow > it may never be back again, though possible. > Poetic form disintegrates > quit cold turkey, > so I can find what I have lost. > Termite stars shine on the oldest city. > The facist doctors > are no match for the > old man with beads. > Double digeridoo warble > aboriginal soul hum. > Sweat, blue meets red. > Let it drop for peace of mind. > Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes > through the breeze... > words about money float by. > Hope springs eternal > as long as the well ain't dry. > -Will Dockery > ---------------------------------------------- One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series. As always, comments and critique are welcome. 🙂
Re: Behind the Forest / Will Dockery
Author: Will Dockery
Date: Wed, 01 Jun 2022 13:38
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On Wednesday, June 1, 2022 at 4:05:17 PM UTC-4, Zod wrote: > Will Dockery wrote: > > > >> Behind The Forest. > > >> Under the tent > >> can't describe this light. > >> Under the black base > >> are blue and red shadows. > >> The ink glistens > >> silvery like tiny mercury. > > >> Working to purity > >> music and words and sweat. > >> No tears. > >> Forget tommorow. > >> Let go the problems in time. > > >> Sun bleached cure > >> the addiction does not hold me > >> as the drugs > >> human drugs > >> create the sound. > >> Saint Augustine night > >> moon mother smiles. > > >> Catch the flow > >> it may never be back again, though possible. > >> Poetic form disintegrates > >> quit cold turkey, > >> so I can find what I have lost. > >> Termite stars shine on the oldest city. > >> The fascist doctors > >> are no match for the > >> old man with beads. > >> Double digeridoo warble > >> aboriginal soul hum. > >> Sweat, blue meets red. > >> Let it drop for peace of mind. > > >> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes > >> through the breeze... > >> words about money float by. > >> Hope springs eternal > >> as long as the well ain't dry. > > >> -Will Dockery > > >> ---------------------------------------------- > > > One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series. > > > As always, comments and critique are welcome. > > > Outstanding poetry, Doc.... Thanks for the nod, Zod. 😃
Re: Behind the Forest / Will Dockery
Author: tzod9964@gmail.c
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Will Dockery wrote: > >> Behind The Forest. >> Under the tent >> can't describe this light. >> Under the black base >> are blue and red shadows. >> The ink glistens >> silvery like tiny mercury. >> Working to purity >> music and words and sweat. >> No tears. >> Forget tommorow. >> Let go the problems in time. >> Sun bleached cure >> the addiction does not hold me >> as the drugs >> human drugs >> create the sound. >> Saint Augustine night >> moon mother smiles. >> Catch the flow >> it may never be back again, though possible. >> Poetic form disintegrates >> quit cold turkey, >> so I can find what I have lost. >> Termite stars shine on the oldest city. >> The fascist doctors >> are no match for the >> old man with beads. >> Double digeridoo warble >> aboriginal soul hum. >> Sweat, blue meets red. >> Let it drop for peace of mind. >> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes >> through the breeze... >> words about money float by. >> Hope springs eternal >> as long as the well ain't dry. >> -Will Dockery >> ---------------------------------------------- > One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series. > As always, comments and critique are welcome. > 🙂 Outstanding poetry, Doc....
Re: Behind the Forest / a poem by Will Dockery
Author: Zod
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On Tuesday, February 11, 2014 at 3:01:04 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote: > > "Behind The Forest", was written by me over a decade ago. > > Some of the timestamped and dated information on my poem "Behind The > Forest": > > Behind The Forest. by Will Dockery - Google Groups > Google Groups > Aug 24, 2003 - Behind The Forest. Under the tent, can't describe this light. > Under the black base are blue and red shadows. The ink glistens, silvery > like tiny ... > > Behind The Forest. by Will Dockery - Google Groups > Google Groups Jan 1, 2014 - Behind The Forest. by Will Dockery, Will > Dockery, 8/24/03 11:39 PM. Behind The Forest. Under the tent, can't describe > this light. Under the ... > > Re: Behind The Forest / Will Dockery - Google Groups > Google Groups Jan 2, 2014 - "Peter J Ross" <p...@homeridae.org> wrote in > message news:slrnlc913i.n4m.pjr@homeri dae.org ... > In alt.arts.poetry.com > ments on Wed, 1 Jan ... > > And the Playgrounds Magazine issue in 2005 I published the poem in: > > ---- > To The Magic Store by Will Dockery > > [Playgrounds Magazine, April 2005] > > "But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every > moon > is atrocious and every sun bitter..." -Arthur Rimbaud > > Passings and Arrivals: > > I stopped by Isis House recently, and Norma told me that Smiley [Earl > Parrish] has died. > > Literally hundreds of memories, all happy, many hilarious of *our*, and > certainly one of the last, true Southern Gentlemen, come to mind, some > of > the best: > > Smiley's poem, "Georgia": > > "From the shores of the Atlantic, > To the banks of the Chattahoochie... > It's Geeeeeorrrr-gia..." > > That he often read at the original poetry open mics. > > His excellent reditions of show-tunes, and his show-stopper versions of > "Somewhere Over The Rainbow" and "Don't Sit Under The Apple Tree With > Anyone > Else But Me". > > "And lots of other things..." -Johnny Cash. > > <snip> > > A poem from different, and simpler, times: > > ---- > Behind The Forest. > > Under the tent, > can't describe this light. > Under the black base are blue and red shadows. > The ink glistens, silvery like tiny mercury. > > Working to purity, > music and words and sweat. > No tears. > Forget tommorow. > Let go the problems in time. > > Sun bleached cure, > the addiction does not hold me, > as the drugs, > human drugs, > create the sound. > Saint Augustine night, moon mother smiles. > > Catch the flow, > it may never be back again, though possible. > Poetic form disintegrates, > quit cold turkey, > so I can find what I have lost. > Termite stars shine on the oldest city. > > The facist doctors are no match for the > old man with beads. > Double digeridoo warble, > aboriginal soul hum. > Sweat, blue meets red. > Let it drop for peace of mind. > > Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes > through the breeze... > words about money float by. > Hope springs eternal > as long as the well ain't dry. > > -Will Dockery > > That's it for now, take care, and email your Smiley memories for next > issue's rememberance of this Shadowville legend, now passed. > ---- > > And so it goes. Groovy poem.....
Re: Behind the Forest / Will Dockery
Author: parnellos.pizza@
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Behind The Forest > Under the tent > can't describe this light. > Under the black base > are blue and red shadows. > The ink glistens > silvery like tiny mercury. > Working to purity > music and words and sweat. > No tears. > Forget tommorow. > Let go the problems in time. > Sun bleached cure > the addiction does not hold me > as the drugs > human drugs > create the sound. > Saint Augustine night > moon mother smiles. > Catch the flow > it may never be back again, though possible. > Poetic form disintegrates > quit cold turkey, > so I can find what I have lost. > Termite stars shine on the oldest city. > The facist doctors > are no match for the > old man with beads. > Double digeridoo warble > aboriginal soul hum. > Sweat, blue meets red. > Let it drop for peace of mind. > Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes > through the breeze... > words about money float by. > Hope springs eternal > as long as the well ain't dry. > -Will Dockery > ---------------------------------------------- I remember the night I wrote this poem like it was yesterday, although I don't think I could ever find my way back to the unique coffee shop that the poem describes, a place called The Forest... Summer 1997. https://www.instagram.com/p/CdzpTcRMgWF/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y
Re: Behind the Forest / Will Dockery
Author: tzod9964@gmail.c
Date: Thu, 02 Jun 2022 20:33
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Will Dockery wrote: > > Behind The Forest >> Under the tent >> can't describe this light. >> Under the black base >> are blue and red shadows. >> The ink glistens >> silvery like tiny mercury. >> Working to purity >> music and words and sweat. >> No tears. >> Forget tommorow. >> Let go the problems in time. >> Sun bleached cure >> the addiction does not hold me >> as the drugs >> human drugs >> create the sound. >> Saint Augustine night >> moon mother smiles. >> Catch the flow >> it may never be back again, though possible. >> Poetic form disintegrates >> quit cold turkey, >> so I can find what I have lost. >> Termite stars shine on the oldest city. >> The facist doctors >> are no match for the >> old man with beads. >> Double digeridoo warble >> aboriginal soul hum. >> Sweat, blue meets red. >> Let it drop for peace of mind. >> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes >> through the breeze... >> words about money float by. >> Hope springs eternal >> as long as the well ain't dry. >> -Will Dockery >> ---------------------------------------------- > I remember the night I wrote this poem like it was yesterday, although I don't think I could ever find my way back to the unique coffee shop that the poem describes, a place called The Forest... Summer 1997. > https://www.instagram.com/p/CdzpTcRMgWF/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y Cool times, remember when I looked like Fabio...? Ha ha.
Re: Behind the Forest / Will Dockery
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General-Zod wrote: > Will Dockery wrote: >> >> Behind The Forest >>> Under the tent >>> can't describe this light. >>> Under the black base >>> are blue and red shadows. >>> The ink glistens >>> silvery like tiny mercury. >>> Working to purity >>> music and words and sweat. >>> No tears. >>> Forget tommorow. >>> Let go the problems in time. >>> Sun bleached cure >>> the addiction does not hold me >>> as the drugs >>> human drugs >>> create the sound. >>> Saint Augustine night >>> moon mother smiles. >>> Catch the flow >>> it may never be back again, though possible. >>> Poetic form disintegrates >>> quit cold turkey, >>> so I can find what I have lost. >>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city. >>> The facist doctors >>> are no match for the >>> old man with beads. >>> Double digeridoo warble >>> aboriginal soul hum. >>> Sweat, blue meets red. >>> Let it drop for peace of mind. >>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes >>> through the breeze... >>> words about money float by. >>> Hope springs eternal >>> as long as the well ain't dry. >>> -Will Dockery >>> ---------------------------------------------- >> I remember the night I wrote this poem like it was yesterday, although I don't think I could ever find my way back to the unique coffee shop that the poem describes, a place called The Forest... Summer 1997. >> https://www.instagram.com/p/CdzpTcRMgWF/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y > Cool times, remember when I looked like Fabio...? > Ha ha. I do. 🙂
Re: Behind the Forest / Will Dockery
Author: will.dockery@gma
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General-Zod wrote: > Will Dockery wrote: >> >>> Behind The Forest. >>> Under the tent >>> can't describe this light. >>> Under the black base >>> are blue and red shadows. >>> The ink glistens >>> silvery like tiny mercury. >>> Working to purity >>> music and words and sweat. >>> No tears. >>> Forget tommorow. >>> Let go the problems in time. >>> Sun bleached cure >>> the addiction does not hold me >>> as the drugs >>> human drugs >>> create the sound. >>> Saint Augustine night >>> moon mother smiles. >>> Catch the flow >>> it may never be back again, though possible. >>> Poetic form disintegrates >>> quit cold turkey, >>> so I can find what I have lost. >>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city. >>> The fascist doctors >>> are no match for the >>> old man with beads. >>> Double digeridoo warble >>> aboriginal soul hum. >>> Sweat, blue meets red. >>> Let it drop for peace of mind. >>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes >>> through the breeze... >>> words about money float by. >>> Hope springs eternal >>> as long as the well ain't dry. >>> -Will Dockery >>> ---------------------------------------------- >> One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series. >> As always, comments and critique are welcome. >> > Outstanding poetry, Doc.... Good evening, my friend. Hope you're having a good one.
Re: Behind the Forest / a poem by Will Dockery
Author: parnellos.pizza@
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Zod wrote: > On Tuesday, February 11, 2014 at 3:01:04 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote: >> >> "Behind The Forest", was written by me over a decade ago. >> >> Some of the timestamped and dated information on my poem "Behind The >> Forest": >> >> Behind The Forest. by Will Dockery - Google Groups >> Google Groups >> Aug 24, 2003 - Behind The Forest. Under the tent, can't describe this light. >> Under the black base are blue and red shadows. The ink glistens, silvery >> like tiny ... >> >> Behind The Forest. by Will Dockery - Google Groups >> Google Groups Jan 1, 2014 - Behind The Forest. by Will Dockery, Will >> Dockery, 8/24/03 11:39 PM. Behind The Forest. Under the tent, can't describe >> this light. Under the ... >> >> Re: Behind The Forest / Will Dockery - Google Groups >> Google Groups Jan 2, 2014 - "Peter J Ross" <p...@homeridae.org> wrote in >> message news:slrnlc913i.n4m.pjr@homeri dae.org ... > In alt.arts.poetry.com >> ments on Wed, 1 Jan ... >> >> And the Playgrounds Magazine issue in 2005 I published the poem in: >> >> ---- >> To The Magic Store by Will Dockery >> >> [Playgrounds Magazine, April 2005] >> >> "But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every >> moon >> is atrocious and every sun bitter..." -Arthur Rimbaud >> >> Passings and Arrivals: >> >> I stopped by Isis House recently, and Norma told me that Smiley [Earl >> Parrish] has died. >> >> Literally hundreds of memories, all happy, many hilarious of *our*, and >> certainly one of the last, true Southern Gentlemen, come to mind, some >> of >> the best: >> >> Smiley's poem, "Georgia": >> >> "From the shores of the Atlantic, >> To the banks of the Chattahoochie... >> It's Geeeeeorrrr-gia..." >> >> That he often read at the original poetry open mics. >> >> His excellent reditions of show-tunes, and his show-stopper versions of >> "Somewhere Over The Rainbow" and "Don't Sit Under The Apple Tree With >> Anyone >> Else But Me". >> >> "And lots of other things..." -Johnny Cash. >> >> <snip> >> >> A poem from different, and simpler, times: >> >> ---- >> Behind The Forest. >> >> Under the tent, >> can't describe this light. >> Under the black base are blue and red shadows. >> The ink glistens, silvery like tiny mercury. >> >> Working to purity, >> music and words and sweat. >> No tears. >> Forget tommorow. >> Let go the problems in time. >> >> Sun bleached cure, >> the addiction does not hold me, >> as the drugs, >> human drugs, >> create the sound. >> Saint Augustine night, moon mother smiles. >> >> Catch the flow, >> it may never be back again, though possible. >> Poetic form disintegrates, >> quit cold turkey, >> so I can find what I have lost. >> Termite stars shine on the oldest city. >> >> The facist doctors are no match for the >> old man with beads. >> Double digeridoo warble, >> aboriginal soul hum. >> Sweat, blue meets red. >> Let it drop for peace of mind. >> >> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes >> through the breeze... >> words about money float by. >> Hope springs eternal >> as long as the well ain't dry. >> >> -Will Dockery >> >> That's it for now, take care, and email your Smiley memories for next >> issue's rememberance of this Shadowville legend, now passed. >> ---- >> >> And so it goes. > Groovy poem..... Hello there my friend, I hope you and Mike are having a great Friday night. 🙂
Re: Behind the Forest / Will Dockery
Author: tzod9964@gmail.c
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W-Dockery wrote: > Behind The Forest >> Under the tent >> can't describe this light. >> Under the black base >> are blue and red shadows. >> The ink glistens >> silvery like tiny mercury. >> Working to purity >> music and words and sweat. >> No tears. >> Forget tommorow. >> Let go the problems in time. >> Sun bleached cure >> the addiction does not hold me >> as the drugs >> human drugs >> create the sound. >> Saint Augustine night >> moon mother smiles. >> Catch the flow >> it may never be back again, though possible. >> Poetic form disintegrates >> quit cold turkey, >> so I can find what I have lost. >> Termite stars shine on the oldest city. >> The facist doctors >> are no match for the >> old man with beads. >> Double digeridoo warble >> aboriginal soul hum. >> Sweat, blue meets red. >> Let it drop for peace of mind. >> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes >> through the breeze... >> words about money float by. >> Hope springs eternal >> as long as the well ain't dry. >> -Will Dockery >> ---------------------------------------------- > I remember the night I wrote this poem like it was yesterday, although I don't think I could ever find my way back to the unique coffee shop that the poem describes, a place called The Forest... Summer 1997. > https://www.instagram.com/p/CdzpTcRMgWF/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y Quite cool.....
Re: Behind the Forest / Will Dockery
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General-Zod wrote: > W-Dockery wrote: >> Behind The Forest >>> Under the tent >>> can't describe this light. >>> Under the black base >>> are blue and red shadows. >>> The ink glistens >>> silvery like tiny mercury. >>> Working to purity >>> music and words and sweat. >>> No tears. >>> Forget tommorow. >>> Let go the problems in time. >>> Sun bleached cure >>> the addiction does not hold me >>> as the drugs >>> human drugs >>> create the sound. >>> Saint Augustine night >>> moon mother smiles. >>> Catch the flow >>> it may never be back again, though possible. >>> Poetic form disintegrates >>> quit cold turkey, >>> so I can find what I have lost. >>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city. >>> The facist doctors >>> are no match for the >>> old man with beads. >>> Double digeridoo warble >>> aboriginal soul hum. >>> Sweat, blue meets red. >>> Let it drop for peace of mind. >>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes >>> through the breeze... >>> words about money float by. >>> Hope springs eternal >>> as long as the well ain't dry. >>> -Will Dockery >>> ---------------------------------------------- >> I remember the night I wrote this poem like it was yesterday, although I don't think I could ever find my way back to the unique coffee shop that the poem describes, a place called The Forest... Summer 1997. >> https://www.instagram.com/p/CdzpTcRMgWF/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y > Quite cool..... Thanks again for reading and commenting, Zod. 🙂
Re: Behind the Forest / Will Dockery
Author: tzod9964@gmail.c
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Will Dockery wrote: > General-Zod wrote: >> Will Dockery wrote: >>> Behind The Forest >>>> Under the tent >>>> can't describe this light. >>>> Under the black base >>>> are blue and red shadows. >>>> The ink glistens >>>> silvery like tiny mercury. >>>> Working to purity >>>> music and words and sweat. >>>> No tears. >>>> Forget tommorow. >>>> Let go the problems in time. >>>> Sun bleached cure >>>> the addiction does not hold me >>>> as the drugs >>>> human drugs >>>> create the sound. >>>> Saint Augustine night >>>> moon mother smiles. >>>> Catch the flow >>>> it may never be back again, though possible. >>>> Poetic form disintegrates >>>> quit cold turkey, >>>> so I can find what I have lost. >>>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city. >>>> The facist doctors >>>> are no match for the >>>> old man with beads. >>>> Double digeridoo warble >>>> aboriginal soul hum. >>>> Sweat, blue meets red. >>>> Let it drop for peace of mind. >>>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes >>>> through the breeze... >>>> words about money float by. >>>> Hope springs eternal >>>> as long as the well ain't dry. >>>> -Will Dockery >>>> ---------------------------------------------- >>> I remember the night I wrote this poem like it was yesterday, although I don't think I could ever find my way back to the unique coffee shop that the poem describes, a place called The Forest... Summer 1997. >>> https://www.instagram.com/p/CdzpTcRMgWF/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y >> Quite cool..... > Thanks again for reading and commenting, Zod. > 🙂 Good afternoon, enjoying this fine day on the river bank with my friend Mike... he says tell you hello..!
Re: Behind the Forest / Will Dockery
Author: Family Guy
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On Wednesday, June 1, 2022 at 4:38:58 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: > On Wednesday, June 1, 2022 at 4:05:17 PM UTC-4, Zod wrote: > > Will Dockery wrote: > > > > > >> Behind The Forest. > > > > >> Under the tent > > >> can't describe this light. > > >> Under the black base > > >> are blue and red shadows. > > >> The ink glistens > > >> silvery like tiny mercury. > > > > >> Working to purity > > >> music and words and sweat. > > >> No tears. > > >> Forget tommorow. > > >> Let go the problems in time. > > > > >> Sun bleached cure > > >> the addiction does not hold me > > >> as the drugs > > >> human drugs > > >> create the sound. > > >> Saint Augustine night > > >> moon mother smiles. > > > > >> Catch the flow > > >> it may never be back again, though possible. > > >> Poetic form disintegrates > > >> quit cold turkey, > > >> so I can find what I have lost. > > >> Termite stars shine on the oldest city. > > >> The fascist doctors > > >> are no match for the > > >> old man with beads. > > >> Double digeridoo warble > > >> aboriginal soul hum. > > >> Sweat, blue meets red. > > >> Let it drop for peace of mind. > > > > >> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes > > >> through the breeze... > > >> words about money float by. > > >> Hope springs eternal > > >> as long as the well ain't dry. > > > > >> -Will Dockery > > > > >> ---------------------------------------------- > > > > > One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series. > > > > > As always, comments and critique are welcome. > > > > > > Outstanding poetry, Doc.... > Thanks for the nod, Zod. > > 😃 Thanks for the nod, Zod. You're the worshipper and I'm your God. Let's the two of us move to a pew, For a much better view, As you nod on the rod of your God.
Re: Behind the Forest / Will Dockery
Author: Zod
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On Monday, June 6, 2022 at 1:48:08 PM UTC-4, Family Guy wrote: > On Wednesday, June 1, 2022 at 4:38:58 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: > > On Wednesday, June 1, 2022 at 4:05:17 PM UTC-4, Zod wrote: > > > Will Dockery wrote: > > > > > > > >> Behind The Forest. > > > > > > >> Under the tent > > > >> can't describe this light. > > > >> Under the black base > > > >> are blue and red shadows. > > > >> The ink glistens > > > >> silvery like tiny mercury. > > > > > > >> Working to purity > > > >> music and words and sweat. > > > >> No tears. > > > >> Forget tommorow. > > > >> Let go the problems in time. > > > > > > >> Sun bleached cure > > > >> the addiction does not hold me > > > >> as the drugs > > > >> human drugs > > > >> create the sound. > > > >> Saint Augustine night > > > >> moon mother smiles. > > > > > > >> Catch the flow > > > >> it may never be back again, though possible. > > > >> Poetic form disintegrates > > > >> quit cold turkey, > > > >> so I can find what I have lost. > > > >> Termite stars shine on the oldest city. > > > >> The fascist doctors > > > >> are no match for the > > > >> old man with beads. > > > >> Double digeridoo warble > > > >> aboriginal soul hum. > > > >> Sweat, blue meets red. > > > >> Let it drop for peace of mind. > > > > > > >> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes > > > >> through the breeze... > > > >> words about money float by. > > > >> Hope springs eternal > > > >> as long as the well ain't dry. > > > > > > >> -Will Dockery > > > > > > >> ---------------------------------------------- > > > > > > > One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series. > > > > > > > As always, comments and critique are welcome. > > > > > > > > > Outstanding poetry, Doc.... > > Thanks for the nod, Zod. > > > > 😃 > > Thanks for the nod, Zod. > You're the worshipper and I'm your God. > Let's the two of us move to a pew, > For a much better view, > As you nod on the rod of your God. Look a there, Family Guy wrote a poem. Ha ha.
Re: Behind the Forest / Will Dockery
Author: will.dockery@gma
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General-Zod wrote: > Will Dockery wrote: >> General-Zod wrote: >>> Will Dockery wrote: >>>> Behind The Forest >>>>> Under the tent >>>>> can't describe this light. >>>>> Under the black base >>>>> are blue and red shadows. >>>>> The ink glistens >>>>> silvery like tiny mercury. >>>>> Working to purity >>>>> music and words and sweat. >>>>> No tears. >>>>> Forget tommorow. >>>>> Let go the problems in time. >>>>> Sun bleached cure >>>>> the addiction does not hold me >>>>> as the drugs >>>>> human drugs >>>>> create the sound. >>>>> Saint Augustine night >>>>> moon mother smiles. >>>>> Catch the flow >>>>> it may never be back again, though possible. >>>>> Poetic form disintegrates >>>>> quit cold turkey, >>>>> so I can find what I have lost. >>>>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city. >>>>> The facist doctors >>>>> are no match for the >>>>> old man with beads. >>>>> Double digeridoo warble >>>>> aboriginal soul hum. >>>>> Sweat, blue meets red. >>>>> Let it drop for peace of mind. >>>>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes >>>>> through the breeze... >>>>> words about money float by. >>>>> Hope springs eternal >>>>> as long as the well ain't dry. >>>>> -Will Dockery >>>>> ---------------------------------------------- >>>> I remember the night I wrote this poem like it was yesterday, although I don't think I could ever find my way back to the unique coffee shop that the poem describes, a place called The Forest... Summer 1997. >>>> https://www.instagram.com/p/CdzpTcRMgWF/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y >>> Quite cool..... >> Thanks again for reading and commenting, Zod. >> 🙂 > Good afternoon, enjoying this fine day on the river bank with my friend Mike... he says tell you hello..! Hello there, my friend, tell Mike hello for me. 🙂
Re: Behind the Forest / a poem by Will Dockery
Author: parnellos.pizza@
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Zod wrote: > On Tuesday, February 11, 2022 at 3:01:04 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote: >> >> "Behind The Forest", was written by me over a decade ago. >> >> Some of the timestamped and dated information on my poem "Behind The >> Forest": >> >> Behind The Forest. by Will Dockery - Google Groups >> Google Groups >> Aug 24, 2003 - Behind The Forest. Under the tent, can't describe this light. >> Under the black base are blue and red shadows. The ink glistens, silvery >> like tiny ... >> >> Behind The Forest. by Will Dockery - Google Groups >> Google Groups Jan 1, 2014 - Behind The Forest. by Will Dockery, Will >> Dockery, 8/24/03 11:39 PM. Behind The Forest. Under the tent, can't describe >> this light. Under the ... >> >> Re: Behind The Forest / Will Dockery - Google Groups >> Google Groups Jan 2, 2014 - "Peter J Ross" <p...@homeridae.org> wrote in >> message news:slrnlc913i.n4m.pjr@homeri dae.org ... > In alt.arts.poetry.com >> ments on Wed, 1 Jan ... >> >> And the Playgrounds Magazine issue in 2005 I published the poem in: >> >> ---- >> To The Magic Store by Will Dockery >> >> [Playgrounds Magazine, April 2005] >> >> "But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every >> moon >> is atrocious and every sun bitter..." -Arthur Rimbaud >> >> Passings and Arrivals: >> >> I stopped by Isis House recently, and Norma told me that Smiley [Earl >> Parrish] has died. >> >> Literally hundreds of memories, all happy, many hilarious of *our*, and >> certainly one of the last, true Southern Gentlemen, come to mind, some >> of >> the best: >> >> Smiley's poem, "Georgia": >> >> "From the shores of the Atlantic, >> To the banks of the Chattahoochie... >> It's Geeeeeorrrr-gia..." >> >> That he often read at the original poetry open mics. >> >> His excellent reditions of show-tunes, and his show-stopper versions of >> "Somewhere Over The Rainbow" and "Don't Sit Under The Apple Tree With >> Anyone >> Else But Me". >> >> "And lots of other things..." -Johnny Cash. >> >> <snip> >> >> A poem from different, and simpler, times: >> >> ---- >> Behind The Forest. >> >> Under the tent, >> can't describe this light. >> Under the black base are blue and red shadows. >> The ink glistens, silvery like tiny mercury. >> >> Working to purity, >> music and words and sweat. >> No tears. >> Forget tommorow. >> Let go the problems in time. >> >> Sun bleached cure, >> the addiction does not hold me, >> as the drugs, >> human drugs, >> create the sound. >> Saint Augustine night, moon mother smiles. >> >> Catch the flow, >> it may never be back again, though possible. >> Poetic form disintegrates, >> quit cold turkey, >> so I can find what I have lost. >> Termite stars shine on the oldest city. >> >> The facist doctors are no match for the >> old man with beads. >> Double digeridoo warble, >> aboriginal soul hum. >> Sweat, blue meets red. >> Let it drop for peace of mind. >> >> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes >> through the breeze... >> words about money float by. >> Hope springs eternal >> as long as the well ain't dry. >> >> -Will Dockery >> >> That's it for now, take care, and email your Smiley memories for next >> issue's rememberance of this Shadowville legend, now passed. >> ---- >> >> And so it goes. > Groovy poem..... Good evening and thanks again for the nod, Zod. 🙂
Re: Behind the Forest / Will Dockery
Author: W-Dockery @news.
Date: Tue, 07 Jun 2022 15:30
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General-Zod wrote: > Will Dockery wrote: >> >>> Behind The Forest. >>> Under the tent >>> can't describe this light. >>> Under the black base >>> are blue and red shadows. >>> The ink glistens >>> silvery like tiny mercury. >>> Working to purity >>> music and words and sweat. >>> No tears. >>> Forget tommorow. >>> Let go the problems in time. >>> Sun bleached cure >>> the addiction does not hold me >>> as the drugs >>> human drugs >>> create the sound. >>> Saint Augustine night >>> moon mother smiles. >>> Catch the flow >>> it may never be back again, though possible. >>> Poetic form disintegrates >>> quit cold turkey, >>> so I can find what I have lost. >>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city. >>> The fascist doctors >>> are no match for the >>> old man with beads. >>> Double digeridoo warble >>> aboriginal soul hum. >>> Sweat, blue meets red. >>> Let it drop for peace of mind. >>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes >>> through the breeze... >>> words about money float by. >>> Hope springs eternal >>> as long as the well ain't dry. >>> -Will Dockery >>> ---------------------------------------------- >> One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series. >> As always, comments and critique are welcome. >> > Outstanding poetry, Doc.... Good morning, Zod, and thanks again for the nod. 🙂
Re: Behind the Forest / Will Dockery
Author: rockystoneberg04
Date: Tue, 07 Jun 2022 22:01
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Will Dockery wrote: >> Behind The Forest. >> Under the tent >> can't describe this light. >> Under the black base >> are blue and red shadows. >> The ink glistens >> silvery like tiny mercury. >> Working to purity >> music and words and sweat. >> No tears. >> Forget tommorow. >> Let go the problems in time. >> Sun bleached cure >> the addiction does not hold me >> as the drugs >> human drugs >> create the sound. >> Saint Augustine night >> moon mother smiles. >> Catch the flow >> it may never be back again, though possible. >> Poetic form disintegrates >> quit cold turkey, >> so I can find what I have lost. >> Termite stars shine on the oldest city. >> The fascist doctors >> are no match for the >> old man with beads. >> Double digeridoo warble >> aboriginal soul hum. >> Sweat, blue meets red. >> Let it drop for peace of mind. >> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes >> through the breeze... >> words about money float by. >> Hope springs eternal >> as long as the well ain't dry. >> -Will Dockery >> ---------------------------------------------- > One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series. > As always, comments and critique are welcome. Actually, an all-time favorite...!
Re: Behind the Forest / Will Dockery
Author: will.dockery@gma
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Rocky Stoneberg wrote: > Will Dockery wrote: >>> Behind The Forest. >>> Under the tent >>> can't describe this light. >>> Under the black base >>> are blue and red shadows. >>> The ink glistens >>> silvery like tiny mercury. >>> Working to purity >>> music and words and sweat. >>> No tears. >>> Forget tommorow. >>> Let go the problems in time. >>> Sun bleached cure >>> the addiction does not hold me >>> as the drugs >>> human drugs >>> create the sound. >>> Saint Augustine night >>> moon mother smiles. >>> Catch the flow >>> it may never be back again, though possible. >>> Poetic form disintegrates >>> quit cold turkey, >>> so I can find what I have lost. >>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city. >>> The fascist doctors >>> are no match for the >>> old man with beads. >>> Double digeridoo warble >>> aboriginal soul hum. >>> Sweat, blue meets red. >>> Let it drop for peace of mind. >>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes >>> through the breeze... >>> words about money float by. >>> Hope springs eternal >>> as long as the well ain't dry. >>> -Will Dockery >>> ---------------------------------------------- >> One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series. >> As always, comments and critique are welcome. > Actually, an all-time favorite...! Thanks for the nod, Rocky. 🙂
Re: Behind the Forest / Will Dockery
Author: will.dockery@gma
Date: Sun, 12 Jun 2022 01:08
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General-Zod wrote: > Will Dockery wrote: >> >> Behind The Forest >>> Under the tent >>> can't describe this light. >>> Under the black base >>> are blue and red shadows. >>> The ink glistens >>> silvery like tiny mercury. >>> Working to purity >>> music and words and sweat. >>> No tears. >>> Forget tommorow. >>> Let go the problems in time. >>> Sun bleached cure >>> the addiction does not hold me >>> as the drugs >>> human drugs >>> create the sound. >>> Saint Augustine night >>> moon mother smiles. >>> Catch the flow >>> it may never be back again, though possible. >>> Poetic form disintegrates >>> quit cold turkey, >>> so I can find what I have lost. >>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city. >>> The facist doctors >>> are no match for the >>> old man with beads. >>> Double digeridoo warble >>> aboriginal soul hum. >>> Sweat, blue meets red. >>> Let it drop for peace of mind. >>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes >>> through the breeze... >>> words about money float by. >>> Hope springs eternal >>> as long as the well ain't dry. >>> -Will Dockery >>> ---------------------------------------------- >> I remember the night I wrote this poem like it was yesterday, although I don't think I could ever find my way back to the unique coffee shop that the poem describes, a place called The Forest... Summer 1997. >> https://www.instagram.com/p/CdzpTcRMgWF/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y > Cool times, remember when I looked like Fabio...? > Ha ha. Yes I do. 🙂
Re: Behind the Forest / a poem by Will Dockery
Author: parnellos.pizza@
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Zod wrote: > On Tuesday, February 11, 2014 at 3:01:04 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote: >> >> "Behind The Forest", was written by me over a decade ago. >> >> Some of the timestamped and dated information on my poem "Behind The >> Forest": >> >> Behind The Forest. by Will Dockery - Google Groups >> Google Groups >> Aug 24, 2003 - Behind The Forest. Under the tent, can't describe this light. >> Under the black base are blue and red shadows. The ink glistens, silvery >> like tiny ... >> >> Behind The Forest. by Will Dockery - Google Groups >> Google Groups Jan 1, 2014 - Behind The Forest. by Will Dockery, Will >> Dockery, 8/24/03 11:39 PM. Behind The Forest. Under the tent, can't describe >> this light. Under the ... >> >> Re: Behind The Forest / Will Dockery - Google Groups >> Google Groups Jan 2, 2014 - "Peter J Ross" <p...@homeridae.org> wrote in >> message news:slrnlc913i.n4m.pjr@homeri dae.org ... > In alt.arts.poetry.com >> ments on Wed, 1 Jan ... >> >> And the Playgrounds Magazine issue in 2005 I published the poem in: >> >> ---- >> To The Magic Store by Will Dockery >> >> [Playgrounds Magazine, April 2005] >> >> "But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every >> moon >> is atrocious and every sun bitter..." -Arthur Rimbaud >> >> Passings and Arrivals: >> >> I stopped by Isis House recently, and Norma told me that Smiley [Earl >> Parrish] has died. >> >> Literally hundreds of memories, all happy, many hilarious of *our*, and >> certainly one of the last, true Southern Gentlemen, come to mind, some >> of >> the best: >> >> Smiley's poem, "Georgia": >> >> "From the shores of the Atlantic, >> To the banks of the Chattahoochie... >> It's Geeeeeorrrr-gia..." >> >> That he often read at the original poetry open mics. >> >> His excellent reditions of show-tunes, and his show-stopper versions of >> "Somewhere Over The Rainbow" and "Don't Sit Under The Apple Tree With >> Anyone >> Else But Me". >> >> "And lots of other things..." -Johnny Cash. >> >> <snip> >> >> A poem from different, and simpler, times: >> >> ---- >> Behind The Forest. >> >> Under the tent, >> can't describe this light. >> Under the black base are blue and red shadows. >> The ink glistens, silvery like tiny mercury. >> >> Working to purity, >> music and words and sweat. >> No tears. >> Forget tommorow. >> Let go the problems in time. >> >> Sun bleached cure, >> the addiction does not hold me, >> as the drugs, >> human drugs, >> create the sound. >> Saint Augustine night, moon mother smiles. >> >> Catch the flow, >> it may never be back again, though possible. >> Poetic form disintegrates, >> quit cold turkey, >> so I can find what I have lost. >> Termite stars shine on the oldest city. >> >> The facist doctors are no match for the >> old man with beads. >> Double digeridoo warble, >> aboriginal soul hum. >> Sweat, blue meets red. >> Let it drop for peace of mind. >> >> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes >> through the breeze... >> words about money float by. >> Hope springs eternal >> as long as the well ain't dry. >> >> -Will Dockery >> >> That's it for now, take care, and email your Smiley memories for next >> issue's rememberance of this Shadowville legend, now passed. >> ---- >> >> And so it goes. > Groovy poem..... Good evening my friend, and thanks again for reading and commenting.
Re: Behind the Forest / Will Dockery
Author: will.dockery@gma
Date: Sun, 12 Jun 2022 19:57
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General-Zod wrote: > Will Dockery wrote: >> >>> Behind The Forest. >>> Under the tent >>> can't describe this light. >>> Under the black base >>> are blue and red shadows. >>> The ink glistens >>> silvery like tiny mercury. >>> Working to purity >>> music and words and sweat. >>> No tears. >>> Forget tommorow. >>> Let go the problems in time. >>> Sun bleached cure >>> the addiction does not hold me >>> as the drugs >>> human drugs >>> create the sound. >>> Saint Augustine night >>> moon mother smiles. >>> Catch the flow >>> it may never be back again, though possible. >>> Poetic form disintegrates >>> quit cold turkey, >>> so I can find what I have lost. >>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city. >>> The fascist doctors >>> are no match for the >>> old man with beads. >>> Double digeridoo warble >>> aboriginal soul hum. >>> Sweat, blue meets red. >>> Let it drop for peace of mind. >>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes >>> through the breeze... >>> words about money float by. >>> Hope springs eternal >>> as long as the well ain't dry. >>> -Will Dockery >>> ---------------------------------------------- >> One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series. >> As always, comments and critique are welcome. >> 🙂 > Outstanding poetry, Doc.... Good afternoon and thanks again for the nod, Zod. :)
Re: Behind the Forest / Will Dockery
Author: rockystoneberg04
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Will Dockery wrote: > >> Behind The Forest. >> Under the tent >> can't describe this light. >> Under the black base >> are blue and red shadows. >> The ink glistens >> silvery like tiny mercury. >> Working to purity >> music and words and sweat. >> No tears. >> Forget tommorow. >> Let go the problems in time. >> Sun bleached cure >> the addiction does not hold me >> as the drugs >> human drugs >> create the sound. >> Saint Augustine night >> moon mother smiles. >> Catch the flow >> it may never be back again, though possible. >> Poetic form disintegrates >> quit cold turkey, >> so I can find what I have lost. >> Termite stars shine on the oldest city. >> The fascist doctors >> are no match for the >> old man with beads. >> Double digeridoo warble >> aboriginal soul hum. >> Sweat, blue meets red. >> Let it drop for peace of mind. >> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes >> through the breeze... >> words about money float by. >> Hope springs eternal >> as long as the well ain't dry. >> -Will Dockery >> ---------------------------------------------- > One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series. > As always, comments and critique are welcome. > 🙂 Such a vivid evocation of bygone times, very touching...
Re: Behind the Forest / a poem by Will Dockery
Author: will.dockery@gma
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Zod wrote: > On Tuesday, February 11, 2014 at 3:01:04 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote: >> >> "Behind The Forest", was written by me over a decade ago. >> >> Some of the timestamped and dated information on my poem "Behind The >> Forest": >> >> Behind The Forest. by Will Dockery - Google Groups >> Google Groups >> Aug 24, 2003 - Behind The Forest. Under the tent, can't describe this light. >> Under the black base are blue and red shadows. The ink glistens, silvery >> like tiny ... >> >> Behind The Forest. by Will Dockery - Google Groups >> Google Groups Jan 1, 2014 - Behind The Forest. by Will Dockery, Will >> Dockery, 8/24/03 11:39 PM. Behind The Forest. Under the tent, can't describe >> this light. Under the ... >> >> Re: Behind The Forest / Will Dockery - Google Groups >> Google Groups Jan 2, 2014 - "Peter J Ross" <p...@homeridae.org> wrote in >> message news:slrnlc913i.n4m.pjr@homeri dae.org ... > In alt.arts.poetry.com >> ments on Wed, 1 Jan ... >> >> And the Playgrounds Magazine issue in 2005 I published the poem in: >> >> ---- >> To The Magic Store by Will Dockery >> >> [Playgrounds Magazine, April 2005] >> >> "But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every >> moon >> is atrocious and every sun bitter..." -Arthur Rimbaud >> >> Passings and Arrivals: >> >> I stopped by Isis House recently, and Norma told me that Smiley [Earl >> Parrish] has died. >> >> Literally hundreds of memories, all happy, many hilarious of *our*, and >> certainly one of the last, true Southern Gentlemen, come to mind, some >> of >> the best: >> >> Smiley's poem, "Georgia": >> >> "From the shores of the Atlantic, >> To the banks of the Chattahoochie... >> It's Geeeeeorrrr-gia..." >> >> That he often read at the original poetry open mics. >> >> His excellent reditions of show-tunes, and his show-stopper versions of >> "Somewhere Over The Rainbow" and "Don't Sit Under The Apple Tree With >> Anyone >> Else But Me". >> >> "And lots of other things..." -Johnny Cash. >> >> <snip> >> >> A poem from different, and simpler, times: >> >> ---- >> Behind The Forest. >> >> Under the tent, >> can't describe this light. >> Under the black base are blue and red shadows. >> The ink glistens, silvery like tiny mercury. >> >> Working to purity, >> music and words and sweat. >> No tears. >> Forget tommorow. >> Let go the problems in time. >> >> Sun bleached cure, >> the addiction does not hold me, >> as the drugs, >> human drugs, >> create the sound. >> Saint Augustine night, moon mother smiles. >> >> Catch the flow, >> it may never be back again, though possible. >> Poetic form disintegrates, >> quit cold turkey, >> so I can find what I have lost. >> Termite stars shine on the oldest city. >> >> The facist doctors are no match for the >> old man with beads. >> Double digeridoo warble, >> aboriginal soul hum. >> Sweat, blue meets red. >> Let it drop for peace of mind. >> >> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes >> through the breeze... >> words about money float by. >> Hope springs eternal >> as long as the well ain't dry. >> >> -Will Dockery >> >> That's it for now, take care, and email your Smiley memories for next >> issue's rememberance of this Shadowville legend, now passed. >> ---- >> >> And so it goes. > Groovy poem..... Good evening, my friend, and thanks again for the endorsement.
Re: Behind the Forest / Will Dockery
Author: will.dockery@gma
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General-Zod wrote: > Will Dockery wrote: >> >> Behind The Forest >>> Under the tent >>> can't describe this light. >>> Under the black base >>> are blue and red shadows. >>> The ink glistens >>> silvery like tiny mercury. >>> Working to purity >>> music and words and sweat. >>> No tears. >>> Forget tommorow. >>> Let go the problems in time. >>> Sun bleached cure >>> the addiction does not hold me >>> as the drugs >>> human drugs >>> create the sound. >>> Saint Augustine night >>> moon mother smiles. >>> Catch the flow >>> it may never be back again, though possible. >>> Poetic form disintegrates >>> quit cold turkey, >>> so I can find what I have lost. >>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city. >>> The facist doctors >>> are no match for the >>> old man with beads. >>> Double digeridoo warble >>> aboriginal soul hum. >>> Sweat, blue meets red. >>> Let it drop for peace of mind. >>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes >>> through the breeze... >>> words about money float by. >>> Hope springs eternal >>> as long as the well ain't dry. >>> -Will Dockery >>> ---------------------------------------------- >> I remember the night I wrote this poem like it was yesterday, although I don't think I could ever find my way back to the unique coffee shop that the poem describes, a place called The Forest... Summer 1997. >> https://www.instagram.com/p/CdzpTcRMgWF/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y > Cool times, remember when I looked like Fabio...? > Ha ha. More like Arnold Horshack in need of a haircut. 🙂
Re: Behind the Forest / Will Dockery
Author: parnellos.pizza@
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General-Zod wrote: > Will Dockery wrote: >> >>> Behind The Forest. >>> Under the tent >>> can't describe this light. >>> Under the black base >>> are blue and red shadows. >>> The ink glistens >>> silvery like tiny mercury. >>> Working to purity >>> music and words and sweat. >>> No tears. >>> Forget tommorow. >>> Let go the problems in time. >>> Sun bleached cure >>> the addiction does not hold me >>> as the drugs >>> human drugs >>> create the sound. >>> Saint Augustine night >>> moon mother smiles. >>> Catch the flow >>> it may never be back again, though possible. >>> Poetic form disintegrates >>> quit cold turkey, >>> so I can find what I have lost. >>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city. >>> The fascist doctors >>> are no match for the >>> old man with beads. >>> Double digeridoo warble >>> aboriginal soul hum. >>> Sweat, blue meets red. >>> Let it drop for peace of mind. >>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes >>> through the breeze... >>> words about money float by. >>> Hope springs eternal >>> as long as the well ain't dry. >>> -Will Dockery >>> ---------------------------------------------- >> One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series. >> As always, comments and critique are welcome. > > Outstanding poetry, Doc.... Thanks again for reading and commenting.
Re: Behind the Forest / Will Dockery
Author: vhugofan@gmail.c
Date: Tue, 02 Aug 2022 21:16
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Will Dockery wrote: > General-Zod wrote: >> Will Dockery wrote: >>> >>>> Behind The Forest. >>>> Under the tent >>>> can't describe this light. >>>> Under the black base >>>> are blue and red shadows. >>>> The ink glistens >>>> silvery like tiny mercury. >>>> Working to purity >>>> music and words and sweat. >>>> No tears. >>>> Forget tommorow. >>>> Let go the problems in time. >>>> Sun bleached cure >>>> the addiction does not hold me >>>> as the drugs >>>> human drugs >>>> create the sound. >>>> Saint Augustine night >>>> moon mother smiles. >>>> Catch the flow >>>> it may never be back again, though possible. >>>> Poetic form disintegrates >>>> quit cold turkey, >>>> so I can find what I have lost. >>>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city. >>>> The fascist doctors >>>> are no match for the >>>> old man with beads. >>>> Double digeridoo warble >>>> aboriginal soul hum. >>>> Sweat, blue meets red. >>>> Let it drop for peace of mind. >>>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes >>>> through the breeze... >>>> words about money float by. >>>> Hope springs eternal >>>> as long as the well ain't dry. >>>> -Will Dockery >>>> ---------------------------------------------- >>> One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series. >>> As always, comments and critique are welcome. >> >> Outstanding poetry, Doc.... > Thanks again for reading and commenting. Good day to you...!
Re: Behind the Forest / Will Dockery
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Victor H. wrote: > Will Dockery wrote: >> General-Zod wrote: >>> Will Dockery wrote: >>>> >>>>> Behind The Forest. >>>>> Under the tent >>>>> can't describe this light. >>>>> Under the black base >>>>> are blue and red shadows. >>>>> The ink glistens >>>>> silvery like tiny mercury. >>>>> Working to purity >>>>> music and words and sweat. >>>>> No tears. >>>>> Forget tommorow. >>>>> Let go the problems in time. >>>>> Sun bleached cure >>>>> the addiction does not hold me >>>>> as the drugs >>>>> human drugs >>>>> create the sound. >>>>> Saint Augustine night >>>>> moon mother smiles. >>>>> Catch the flow >>>>> it may never be back again, though possible. >>>>> Poetic form disintegrates >>>>> quit cold turkey, >>>>> so I can find what I have lost. >>>>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city. >>>>> The fascist doctors >>>>> are no match for the >>>>> old man with beads. >>>>> Double digeridoo warble >>>>> aboriginal soul hum. >>>>> Sweat, blue meets red. >>>>> Let it drop for peace of mind. >>>>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes >>>>> through the breeze... >>>>> words about money float by. >>>>> Hope springs eternal >>>>> as long as the well ain't dry. >>>>> -Will Dockery >>>>> ---------------------------------------------- >>>> One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series. >>>> As always, comments and critique are welcome. >>> >>> Outstanding poetry, Doc.... >> Thanks again for reading and commenting. > Good day to you...! Good evening, my friend. 🙂
Re: Behind the Forest / Will Dockery
Author: Zod @news.novabb
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Will Dockery wrote: > > Behind The Forest >> Under the tent >> can't describe this light. >> Under the black base >> are blue and red shadows. >> The ink glistens >> silvery like tiny mercury. >> Working to purity >> music and words and sweat. >> No tears. >> Forget tommorow. >> Let go the problems in time. >> Sun bleached cure >> the addiction does not hold me >> as the drugs >> human drugs >> create the sound. >> Saint Augustine night >> moon mother smiles. >> Catch the flow >> it may never be back again, though possible. >> Poetic form disintegrates >> quit cold turkey, >> so I can find what I have lost. >> Termite stars shine on the oldest city. >> The facist doctors >> are no match for the >> old man with beads. >> Double digeridoo warble >> aboriginal soul hum. >> Sweat, blue meets red. >> Let it drop for peace of mind. >> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes >> through the breeze... >> words about money float by. >> Hope springs eternal >> as long as the well ain't dry. >> -Will Dockery >> ---------------------------------------------- > I remember the night I wrote this poem like it was yesterday, although I don't think I could ever find my way back to the unique coffee shop that the poem describes, a place called The Forest... Summer 1997. > https://www.instagram.com/p/CdzpTcRMgWF/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y Cool back story...
Re: Behind the Forest / Will Dockery
Author: parnellos.pizza@
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General-Zod wrote: > Will Dockery wrote: >> >> Behind The Forest >>> Under the tent >>> can't describe this light. >>> Under the black base >>> are blue and red shadows. >>> The ink glistens >>> silvery like tiny mercury. >>> Working to purity >>> music and words and sweat. >>> No tears. >>> Forget tomorrow. >>> Let go the problems in time. >>> Sun bleached cure >>> the addiction does not hold me >>> as the drugs >>> human drugs >>> create the sound. >>> Saint Augustine night >>> moon mother smiles. >>> Catch the flow >>> it may never be back again, though possible. >>> Poetic form disintegrates >>> quit cold turkey, >>> so I can find what I have lost. >>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city. >>> The fascist doctors >>> are no match for the >>> old man with beads. >>> Double digeridoo warble >>> aboriginal soul hum. >>> Sweat, blue meets red. >>> Let it drop for peace of mind. >>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes >>> through the breeze... >>> words about money float by. >>> Hope springs eternal >>> as long as the well ain't dry. >>> -Will Dockery >>> ---------------------------------------------- >> I remember the night I wrote this poem like it was yesterday, although I don't think I could ever find my way back to the unique coffee shop that the poem describes, a place called The Forest... Summer 1997. >> https://www.instagram.com/p/CdzpTcRMgWF/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y > Cool times, remember when I looked like Fabio...? > Ha ha. More like Arnold Horshack. 🙂
Re: Behind the Forest / Will Dockery
Author: parnellos.pizza@
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General-Zod wrote: > Will Dockery wrote: >> >>> Behind The Forest. >>> Under the tent >>> can't describe this light. >>> Under the black base >>> are blue and red shadows. >>> The ink glistens >>> silvery like tiny mercury. >>> Working to purity >>> music and words and sweat. >>> No tears. >>> Forget tomorrow. >>> Let go the problems in time. >>> Sun bleached cure >>> the addiction does not hold me >>> as the drugs >>> human drugs >>> create the sound. >>> Saint Augustine night >>> moon mother smiles. >>> Catch the flow >>> it may never be back again, though possible. >>> Poetic form disintegrates >>> quit cold turkey, >>> so I can find what I have lost. >>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city. >>> The fascist doctors >>> are no match for the >>> old man with beads. >>> Double digeridoo warble >>> aboriginal soul hum. >>> Sweat, blue meets red. >>> Let it drop for peace of mind. >>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes >>> through the breeze... >>> words about money float by. >>> Hope springs eternal >>> as long as the well ain't dry. >>> -Will Dockery >>> ---------------------------------------------- >> One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series. >> As always, comments and critique are welcome. >> > Outstanding poetry, Doc.... Thanks, I was working on a high level at that time, don't remember the exact date for it, Summer 1997 basically.
Re: Behind the Forest / Will Dockery
Author: parnellos.pizza@
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General-Zod wrote: > Will Dockery wrote: >> >> Behind The Forest >>> Under the tent >>> can't describe this light. >>> Under the black base >>> are blue and red shadows. >>> The ink glistens >>> silvery like tiny mercury. >>> Working to purity >>> music and words and sweat. >>> No tears. >>> Forget tomorrow. >>> Let go the problems in time. >>> Sun bleached cure >>> the addiction does not hold me >>> as the drugs >>> human drugs >>> create the sound. >>> Saint Augustine night >>> moon mother smiles. >>> Catch the flow >>> it may never be back again, though possible. >>> Poetic form disintegrates >>> quit cold turkey, >>> so I can find what I have lost. >>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city. >>> The fascist doctors >>> are no match for the >>> old man with beads. >>> Double digeridoo warble >>> aboriginal soul hum. >>> Sweat, blue meets red. >>> Let it drop for peace of mind. >>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes >>> through the breeze... >>> words about money float by. >>> Hope springs eternal >>> as long as the well ain't dry. >>> -Will Dockery >>> ---------------------------------------------- >> I remember the night I wrote this poem like it was yesterday, although I don't think I could ever find my way back to the unique coffee shop that the poem describes, a place called The Forest... Summer 1997. >> https://www.instagram.com/p/CdzpTcRMgWF/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y > Cool times, remember when I looked like Fabio...? > Ha ha. "Oh, Mr. Kotter..." https://www.facebook.com/groups/105463832836304/permalink/5326840010698634/ 🙂
Re: Behind the Forest / Will Dockery
Author: tzod9964@gmail.c
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Will Dockery wrote: > >> Behind The Forest. >> Under the tent >> can't describe this light. >> Under the black base >> are blue and red shadows. >> The ink glistens >> silvery like tiny mercury. >> Working to purity >> music and words and sweat. >> No tears. >> Forget tommorow. >> Let go the problems in time. >> Sun bleached cure >> the addiction does not hold me >> as the drugs >> human drugs >> create the sound. >> Saint Augustine night >> moon mother smiles. >> Catch the flow >> it may never be back again, though possible. >> Poetic form disintegrates >> quit cold turkey, >> so I can find what I have lost. >> Termite stars shine on the oldest city. >> The facist doctors >> are no match for the >> old man with beads. >> Double digeridoo warble >> aboriginal soul hum. >> Sweat, blue meets red. >> Let it drop for peace of mind. >> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes >> through the breeze... >> words about money float by. >> Hope springs eternal >> as long as the well ain't dry. >> -Will Dockery >> ---------------------------------------------- > One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series. > As always, comments and critique are welcome. > 🙂 Fine series...
Re: Behind the Forest / Will Dockery
Author: tzod9964@gmail.c
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Will Dockery wrote: > > Behind The Forest >> Under the tent >> can't describe this light. >> Under the black base >> are blue and red shadows. >> The ink glistens >> silvery like tiny mercury. >> Working to purity >> music and words and sweat. >> No tears. >> Forget tomorrow. >> Let go the problems in time. >> Sun bleached cure >> the addiction does not hold me >> as the drugs >> human drugs >> create the sound. >> Saint Augustine night >> moon mother smiles. >> Catch the flow >> it may never be back again, though possible. >> Poetic form disintegrates >> quit cold turkey, >> so I can find what I have lost. >> Termite stars shine on the oldest city. >> The fascist doctors >> are no match for the >> old man with beads. >> Double digeridoo warble >> aboriginal soul hum. >> Sweat, blue meets red. >> Let it drop for peace of mind. >> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes >> through the breeze... >> words about money float by. >> Hope springs eternal >> as long as the well ain't dry. >> -Will Dockery >> ---------------------------------------------- > I remember the night I wrote this poem like it was yesterday, although I don't think I could ever find my way back to the unique coffee shop that the poem describes, a place called The Forest... Summer 1997. > https://www.instagram.com/p/CdzpTcRMgWF/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y Cool back story and photograph...!
Re: Behind the Forest / Will Dockery
Author: parnellos.pizza@
Date: Sat, 13 Aug 2022 16:47
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General-Zod wrote: > Will Dockery wrote: >> >>> Behind The Forest. >>> Under the tent >>> can't describe this light. >>> Under the black base >>> are blue and red shadows. >>> The ink glistens >>> silvery like tiny mercury. >>> Working to purity >>> music and words and sweat. >>> No tears. >>> Forget tomorrow. >>> Let go the problems in time. >>> Sun bleached cure >>> the addiction does not hold me >>> as the drugs >>> human drugs >>> create the sound. >>> Saint Augustine night >>> moon mother smiles. >>> Catch the flow >>> it may never be back again, though possible. >>> Poetic form disintegrates >>> quit cold turkey, >>> so I can find what I have lost. >>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city. >>> The fascist doctors >>> are no match for the >>> old man with beads. >>> Double digeridoo warble >>> aboriginal soul hum. >>> Sweat, blue meets red. >>> Let it drop for peace of mind. >>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes >>> through the breeze... >>> words about money float by. >>> Hope springs eternal >>> as long as the well ain't dry. >>> -Will Dockery >>> ---------------------------------------------- >> One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series. >> As always, comments and critique are welcome. >> > Outstanding poetry, Doc.... Thanks again for the nod, and hope you and Mike are having a great weekend. 🙂
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