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17 Poems / Will Dockery
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Will Dockery
2015-08-15 05:18:47 UTC
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17 poems is really too big a commitment (imposition) on the reader (at
least in a usenet group).
Try reposting them one a week or so.
A continuing series requires less time to read, ponder, and comment
on -- and is more likely to be read, pondered and commented on.
I'd go with Michael's one-a-week suggestion, since it sounds like he's
asking for a chance to read and possibly comment on all of them; and it's
probably true that I, and what lurkers we have here, will be more likely
to read them all that way (if not comment) as well. While I know it's a
difficult commitment (who knows what projects you'll be involved in in 4
months), there's probably some bit of down time each week (Sunday morning
or
whatever) where you could do a quick copy, paste, & post.
Agreed, it does seem to work better at a slower pace, post a poem, collect
comment and critique, then move on to another of the 17 Poems.

On that, here's one for the weekend, hope y'all can dig it:

Light & Chill

The light and the chill
at the top of the hill
feeling the flow
when the wind blows
geometric rooftops
illumination light rocks.

-Will Dockery
Will Dockery
2015-08-17 20:12:50 UTC
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Disco Doc
While not exactly disco, one of the poems here does have an old school soul,
sort of "James Brown" riff running through it:

Off The Cuff Part Two
Enforced distance
I've known her for a while.
But I could never love her
I'll never know her smile.
Because she can't see me
and I can't see her.
She just lives around the way
but the distance could not be further.
And I can not explain that
can not be really written in a book.
She is like an ancient soul mate
she has such a distant look.
If I had the courage
I'd ask her why she don't seem to like me.
But like I'm sometimes known to do
I'll just wait and see.
Off the cuff
I cry secret tears for you.
Off the cuff
couldn't take a rejection from you.
-Will Dockery
And... so it went.
Will Dockery
2015-08-19 22:46:20 UTC
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Poem Twelve in the "17 Poems" series...

Soft Shadows

Soft shadows of two men
move and evolve.

Commercialism is the word
a fact of life
sometimes very pleasant.

I've been here before
I will be here again.

Roger that.

Soft sound from the piano below
shifts and flows
from this dizzy height.

It's hard to see anything
in the effort to get everything.

-Will Dockery

As always, useful comments & constructive criticism welcomed, trolls will be
ignored.

:D
Akmar Raggyhead
2015-08-19 23:03:38 UTC
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On Wed, 19 Aug 2015 18:46:20 -0400, "Will Dockery"
Post by Will Dockery
Poem Twelve in the "17 Poems" series...
Soft Shadows
Soft shadows of two men
move and evolve.
Commercialism is the word
a fact of life
sometimes very pleasant.
I've been here before
I will be here again.
Roger that.
Soft sound from the piano below
shifts and flows
from this dizzy height.
It's hard to see anything
in the effort to get everything.
-Will Dockery
As always, useful comments & constructive criticism welcomed, trolls will be
ignored.
:D
i dont like that one.
Will Dockery
2015-12-31 21:40:10 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Post by Will Dockery
Poem Twelve in the "17 Poems" series...
Soft Shadows
Soft shadows of two men
Post by Will Dockery
move and evolve.
Commercialism is the word
a fact of life
sometimes very pleasant.
I've been here before
I will be here again.
Roger that.
Soft sound from the piano below
shifts and flows
from this dizzy height.
It's hard to see anything
in the effort to get everything.
-Will Dockery
i dont like that one.
Well, thanks for reading and commenting. Can you give me an idea about what
you didn't like about the poem?
Will Dockery
2015-09-16 22:47:12 UTC
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It's so kind of you to absolve him
of any personal responsibility for
his life and circumstance. Indeed,
you are a fine and true gentleman.
"All we can do is do what we must, and keep on keeping on like a bird that
flew..."
--
Will Dockery Live at Rotary Park (part one):

http://www.reverbnation.com/open_graph/video/13958014

Check out "Lady With The Blue Dress On" / Will Dockery & Shadowville
All-Stars - for reference, with Benjamin John Holland filling in for your
banjo with ukulele, and John Allen Daniel II making his debut in The
Shadowville All-Stars on bass.

— feeling good with Deby Love-Payne and 4 others at Rotary Park Boat Landing
(Riverwalk).

:D
Will Dockery
2016-02-03 22:09:26 UTC
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Jumping ahead to the end and working backwards, today's poem is #17...
When
When the mill shut down
we hit the pavement with a thud
then we all got up and kept walking.
Some to the work house
some to the poor house
some to the whorehouse
and the grave.
-Will Dockery
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Poetry & Music of Will Dockery
https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery
ASIG.
And eventually, we all walked to Heaven, and lived happily ever after.
The-End.
:-/
:-(
:)???????
Gadzooks, that reminds me of one of David Bowie's final line, from
Blackstar:

"Look up here... I'm in Heaven."

And so it goes.

:(
Will Dockery
2016-03-18 19:18:45 UTC
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"Look Will, you're basically the heart and soul of this group and are
largely responsible for holding what's left of it together... If you were
to leave,
George, Corey and I would probably only drop in occasionally for a while,
until the inactivity and increase of spam would turn the whole thing into
a
wasteland."
Wow. How wasted was the person who wrote that?
Michael Pendragon, one of the finest poets here, wrote it.

So maybe you should ask him?

:)
Will Dockery
2016-11-16 10:55:07 UTC
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A Creature of the Age

Turn it
to the wall
and let it cook.

Get removed from it.

"When's it done?"

"How do you know
when sex is done?"

Photographic
from memory
gestural sketches
of thought.

In the museum theater
soft light
recently seen good paint.

Moving
moved at
moving with
everything agitates...

Can't be a photograph
to match
this memory.

The way I see it inside.

-Will Dockery

:)
Will Dockery
2016-11-24 08:39:54 UTC
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A Creature of the Age
Turn it
to the wall
and let it cook.
Get removed from it.
"When's it done?"
"How do you know
when sex is done?"
Photographic
from memory
gestural sketches
of thought.
In the museum theater
soft light
recently seen good paint.
Moving
moved at
moving with
everything agitates...
Can't be a photograph
to match
this memory.
The way I see it inside.
-Will Dockery
:)
This collection would and should be a paperback volume in all the book
stores.

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Agreed, but unlikely, at least in my lifetime, I suspect.
Will Dockery
2016-11-23 20:12:07 UTC
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Good tex-mex/spaghetti western mood. I'm visualizing Henry Fonda facing
Jack Kerouac, about to fight a duel. Then Bob Dylan comes in, rolls up a
joint made of some Native herbal mix, and all three end up driving to
Malibu
on Elvis' pink Cadillac. And then I created my own RN account.
http://www.reverbnation.com/regisvgronoff

Thanks Regis.
Will Dockery
2016-11-25 21:21:34 UTC
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The bulk of my poetry was, at least partially, composed on little
pocket-sized (or slightly larger that I carry inside the waistline of my
pants) spiral notebooks. I've even used some yellow ones, only those had
tear-off sheets instead of spirals.

I find that writing on notepads works best, because I can write on the
hour-plus bus ride to and from my job, while hanging out in the laundromat,
relaxing at Bear Mountain while the kids fish, etc.

Also, the internet is too big a distraction.
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A Creature of the Age
Turn it
to the wall,
and let it cook.
Get removed from it.
"When's it done?"
"How do you know
when sex is done?"
I've got no clue as to what you're talking about here. I'm sure you're
probably going for this effect, but I've never been a fan of poetry (or any
form of writing/art) that's intentionally vague.
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Photographic
from memory,
gestural sketches
of thought.
I *think* the subject is actually touched on here, but only because
memory/thought vs photographed reality is mentioned later. "Turn it to the
wall" in line one sounds like it's referring to a portrait ... but I've
heard of anyone else cooking one.
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In the museum theater,
soft light,
recently seen good paint.
Metaphoric museum of stored memories? Or is the speaker a successful
artist? Or is he a blue collar painter who just put a fresh coat on the
walls of some museum?
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Moving, moved at,
moving with,
everything agitates...
A grumpy Taoist?
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Can't be a photograph,
to match,
this memory.
The way I see it inside.
The last four lines express a nice thought.

And the title doesn't help any: I don't know what seemingly unconnected
ramblings on art, photography, memory, sex and cooking have to do with being
a "creature of the age".

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As we were discussing today, Michael, a creature of THIS age would be
modernist or post modernist.
I would suggest paring it down and switching the title:


PICTURE PERFECT

Can't be a photograph,
to match,
this memory.
The way I see it inside.
Will Dockery
2016-12-02 16:59:04 UTC
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A Creature of the Age
Turn it
to the wall,
and let it cook.
Get removed from it.
"When's it done?"
"How do you know
when sex is done?"
Photographic
from memory,
gestural sketches
of thought.
In the museum theater,
soft light,
recently seen good paint.
Moving, moved at,
moving with,
everything agitates...
Can't be a photograph,
to match,
this memory.
The way I see it inside.
-Will Dockery
I have turned lover's to the wall (with consent) at unusual places beyond
the bedroom and in fact "let it cook" (or so I thought, being filled with
young pride)..when it's done it's done...the drive-in comes to mind...(no
pun intended)

But memories do linger as grey hairs are the only things multiplying these
days.......and even if my take is so very wrong, I'm sticking with it..

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Thanks again for the read and response, Jimmy.

:)

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