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Honeytrip Sestina / National Poetry Month
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Will Dockery
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"Sonnet? Villanelle? Sestina? Haiku? Blank Verse? Epigram? Ode? What
is your fancy? If you've never tried one of these, give one a
whirl." -Karla Rogers

This is an old April tradition that rates a continuation, originally helmed
by Karla and Rik, maybe one of our newer regulars will want to continue such
a thread.

Since I have 5-6 old ones handy, I'll start with the Sestina... several of
which I have in my notebooks untyped and never before seen, at least a
couple of them worth exposing.

So, here's the first, for April 1st, "Honeytrip Sestina":

http://www.groupsrv.com/usenet/view.php?c=other&g=2126&id=470421&p=107

Honeytrip Sestina

Beads of sweat as I drive on 280,
thinking about a lonesome wildflower.
Cross country for this honeytrip,
going down to incant a shadowmusic,
joined on stage by her fiddle,
swear to god I really miss her.

She knows that I've missed her,
she drives alone on highway 280.
Her grandfather also played fiddle,
and grew gov'ment wildflowers.
Let him play his shadowmusic,
as we recall the honeytrip.

Backpacked, hitchhiked to honeytrip,
waterfall spray did mist her,
we formed a band to play shadowmusic.
Down in Salem, on Highway 280,
saw the sign of Project Wildflower,
a contra agent but plays good fiddle.

In the night sirens played fiddle,
rustling wail of honey trip.
Behind her ear was a wildflower,
I knew some day I would miss her.
Looking for tea olive on 280,
to play a few hours of shadowmusic.

Down a moonlit mile wild shadowmusic,
Bibb Mill burned as he played fiddle.
Westbound down Highway 280,
like a hound for the honeytrip,
after all her lies I still missed her,
blowing kisses from a field of wildflowers.

Sang a melody like "Wildwood Flower",
she made it her own kind of shadowmusic.
When he stepped on stage we called him mister,
ghost of Sgt. Fury playing show fiddle.
The only crown prince of honey trip,
people parked and walked from 280.

Smell the wildflowers, surrounded by shadowmusic,
I miss her and her grandfather's fiddle.
Lonesome o*d honeytrip, in a hollow off 280.

-Will Dockery

Some information of writing a Sestina poem challenge for the first week of
April:

http://pennyspoetry.wikia.com/wiki/Sestina

A '''sestina''' (also, '''sextina''', '''sestine''', or '''sextain''') is a
highly structured [[verse forms|verse form]] consisting of six six-line
[[stanza]]s or [[sestet]]s , followed by a three-line [[tercet]] (called the
''[[envoi|envoy]]'' or ''[[Tornada (Occitan literary term)|tornada]]''), for
a total of thirty-nine lines. It is normally written, in English, in
[[iambic pentameter]] .

==Form==

The same set of six words ends the six lines of each of the six-line
stanzas, but in a different order each time; following which, all six words
are again used in the tornada.

If we number the first stanza's lines 123456, then the words ending the
second stanza's lines appear in the order 615243, then 364125, then 532614,
then 451362, and finally 246531. This organization is referred to as
''retrogradatio cruciata'' ("retrograde cross"). The six words then appear
in the tercet as well, with the tercet's first line usually containing 6 and
2, its second 1 and 4, and its third 5 and 3.

===Variations===

An alternative form exists using a couplet, instead of a tercet, with the
word orders 123 and 456 or 135 and 246. An even rarer form exists using a
haiku, instead of a tercet, in the traditional 575 structure. Yet other rare
alternate forms either reverses the closing word order of the six stanzas
before the tercet, yielding 123456, 246531, 451362, 532614, 364125, and
615243, or restructure the order into a different "retrograde cross" form
such as 123456, 435261, 256314, 361542, 514623, 642135.

==History==

The sestina was invented in the late 12th century by the
[[Provence|Provençal]] [[troubadour]] [[Arnaut Daniel]]. Elements of it were
quickly imitated by other troubadours, such as [[Guilhem Peire Cazals de
Caortz]].

The oldest British example of the form is a pair of sestinas (frequently
referred to as a double sestina), "Ye Goat-Herd Gods", written by [[Philip
Sidney]]. Writers such as [[Dante Alighieri|Dante]],
[[Petrarch|Francesco Petrarca]] , [[Algernon Charles Swinburne|A.C.
Swinburne]] , [[Rudyard Kipling]], [[Ezra Pound]], [[W.H. Auden]], [[John
Ashbery]], [[Joan Brossa]], [[Miller Williams]], [[Elizabeth Bishop]],
[[Paul Muldoon]] and [[Joe Haldeman]] are all noted for having written
sestinas of some fame.

==Double Sestina==

What some consider a "double sestina" is similar in structure to a sestina,
but uses a pattern of twelve repeating end-words, reordered through twelve
stanzas, with a six-line envoi. Applying the ''retrogradatio cruciata''
organization to twelve line end-words to obtain a "double sestina" pattern
produces 12 1 11 2 10 3 9 4 8 5 7 6 in the second stanza, 6 12 7 1 5 11 8 2
4 10 9 3 in the third, and so on. The end-word order returns to the starting
sequence in the eleventh stanza; thus it does not, unlike the "single"
sestina, allow for every end-word to occupy each of the stanza ends;
end-words 5 and 10 fail to couple between stanzas. (Similar problems arise
if the ''retrogradatio cruciata'' is applied to most other stanza lengths;
but not all, e.g. 9, 11 and 14 lines).

It is difficult to devise a ''retrogradatio cruciata''-type dodecazain
pattern which has all the virtues of the sestina. In the "Complaint of Lisa"
Swinburne employs six rhyming pairs of end-words across 12 dodecazains;
reusing them, however, whenever it was convenient, and thus departing from
the ''retrogradatio cruciata'' pattern. A sestina-purist approach to
producing a 12 dodecazain "double sestina" might be to work within whatever
is thrown up by the ''retrogradatio cruciata'' pattern.

==See also==
* [[How to write a sestina]]

==External links==

*
"[http://gdancesbetty.blogspot.com/2011/06/sestina-of-memories-je-ball.html
A Sestina of Memories] ," by J.E. Ball.
* "[http://www.nolanchart.com/article5729_Sestina_Gardeners_of_Eden.html
Gardeners of Eden]," by George Dance.
* [http://www.public.asu.edu/~aarios/formsofverse/reports2000/page9.html
Forms of Verse-Sestina]
* [http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/5792 Poetic Form: Sestina] at
Poets.org
* [http://www.uni.edu/~gotera/CraftOfPoetry/sestina.html Craft of
Poetry--Sestina]
* [http://www.trobar.org/troubadours/arnaut_daniel/arnaut_daniel_09.php The
first sestina, in Provençal and English]
* [http://www.mcsweeneys.net/links/sestinas/ Dozens of sestinas submitted to
McSweeney's]
* [http://www.volecentral.co.uk/vf/sestina.htm Guide to Verse Forms -
Sestina]
* [http://poetry.poetryx.com/genre/11/ Sestinas] and
[http://poetry.poetryx.com/genre/26/ double sestinas] at Poetry X
* [http://www.baymoon.com/~ariadne/form/sestina.htm Poetry forms- The
Sestina]
* [http://www.math.pacificu.edu/~emmons/dox/S_estina.pdf - S|{e,s,t,i,n,a}|,
a math poem]
* [http://www.writing-world.com/poetry/schimel4.shtml Poetic License: Some
Thoughts on Sestinas]
Will Dockery
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April 3rd... I was swamped and didn't get to post yesterday's yet, although
I did /publish/ it at:

http://www.plagroundsmag.com for the April issue of my column...

Missy's Holder

Homebrew molasses
watch her hands
fresh
off a bus from New Orleans
just about Midnight.

My friend Stan
cancels the plan
he's lost his heart.

And lost his taste
sniffs the cinnamon
endures the noisy morning.

Darkwood dances
under a
grey muddled sky.

Stan limply flicks
honey stones
to his sweet muse.

Hot silver stem
she smokes her curiosities
tumbling monkey
shines.

China girl sings
a TV jingle
blue eyed chattering
humming on his head.

-Will Dockery
Will Dockery
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Cellphone Haiku

Slightly clumsy
little purple mountains
in her sketchbook.

In a vacant hall
a cellphone rings
on vibrate.

In Tennessee honey
pale blue eyes swim
with spiced tears.

Stations of the cross
leak salty water
iron fists in yellow snow.

Pink handkerchief sunset
jiggling boob clouds
purple mountains rising.

-Will Dockery
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Will Dockery
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Like A Ringing A Bell (sestina)

Ride the four-o-six,
been on them tricks.
Born in the pines,
way out in the sticks.
Hanging over by the window,
same old song and dream.

They met again in a dream,
she didn't go on until six.
In the booth by the window,
discussing common tricks.
She lived out in the sticks,
as the crow flies over the pines.

She misses him, secretly pines,
hard to tell if it was a dream.
Reading messages in the sticks,
taught to her when she was six.
The help don't get her tricks,
"You missed a spot on the window."

She said no, by the window,
staring out at the pines.
The key was part of her trick,
and she lied about that dream.
He had to leave before six,
on the long road back to the sticks.

She lit an incense stick,
splashing rain on the window.
Ran everyone out at six,
exiled the man to the pines.
Made a mess of his dreams,
just the same old tricks.

Reached in her bag of tricks,
pulled out her sticks.
Someday babe, you'll follow that dream,
daylight in the window.
the herbs smelled like pines,
reminds me of 1996.

Tricks in the morning sticks, dreaming that she was once his. He knows she
pines but he had to leave by six.

-Will Dockery
Will Dockery
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On Wednesday, May 5, 1999 3:00:00 AM UTC-4:

https://groups.google.com/d/msg/alt.sex.teens/KtqUsnQ7UaU/gHB0M2VJTZwJ
POETRY by Will Dockery
Stone, Stone (weekenders)
In Mr. Stoneman's neighborhood hone,
he used to weep at flowers ---.
Rod McOwen threw his girlfriend of 2 years & 27 days
against a wall, he knew the scarlet ibis disapproved.
A roaring fireball over Edgewood, the Black & Tans march,
tunneling abounded, Rod roared off in a blue Volaire.
He was convinced his futility was the worst one of all.
Jerry curled James Collier in hot pursuit,
everybody knew Rod would never outrun that red roadrunner.
Roadrunner chases the outlaw poet,
he's a poet and a man, and he gets no respect,
but he knows he's gotta pay anyway.
He knows the Black & Tans should go back to Mexico,
that he should teach those downtown nazis
after all the other things they did to him personally,
they slandered great Parnell as well.
Stone People fight you like human beings.
Lady Elaine collects wildflowers, as we stroll to the bar,
we are away from Rod McOwen, far, very far.
Hey, it's an original kind of day,
but these thoughts are not, la,la.
Downtown Atlanta on the t.v. I see they got a new police station,
Shadowville is in my head on this mellow spring night.
Walking down Macon Road with Lady Elaine,
she's wearing my aged black denim jacket,
we're arguing about the moon.
In my teal grean hat and fag bag, pacing back & forth,
looking at the purple pansies.
Along came some officer with a telephone,
we talked of castles made of lasagna.
The question of armagideon is: which armagideon?
Some lady's inadvertent April fool's joke.
Tiny demon at the bar of midtown,
the name of the game is the same, grim prostitution,
extorting tips and bad karma like hellaway.
We are far away at Bobby's Bar,
discussing ravens, rainbows and the color of dinosaurs.
I speculate that they may have had feathers...
she asked who decided they had to be green?
In the Hall of Heroes, we have a great juke box.
Elaine's beer has a circular ripple,
made by the music and vibrating bar.
She's explaining about her Grandaddy Long ---
I heard about his pet bear when he was in Alaska,
and how he knew Billy the Kid in Missura.
Best jukebox in Shadowville --- Bobby's Bar,
Elaine gives me a tiny hug for luck.
-Will Dockery 4/4/99
Wow, talk about buried in the archives!

For National Poetry Month, day 23... good morning!
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Will Dockery
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From Playgrounds Magazine, May 2014 issue:

http://www.playgroundsmag.com

Missy's Holder

"14 days of booze and floozies.." -Horatio
said to me

"Getting settled in Down South, I see?"

Missy's in town
all the way from from N-O-L-A
In the motor lodge
across from Sandy's cafe.

She smiles too much
to be for real
Give her a dub
for a little feel.

She asks where
I want to put it.

Magnolia springtime,
smoky haze
"Attendez-vous, s'il vous plait."

The carnival's back in town
although we've both
seen better days.

Homebrew molasses
watch her hands
fresh
off a bus from New Orleans
just about Midnight.

My friend Stan
cancels the plan
he's lost his heart.

And lost his taste
sniffs the cinnamon
endures the noisy morning.

Darkwood dances
under a
grey muddled sky.

Stan limply flicks
honey stones
to his sweet muse.

Hot silver stem
she smokes her curiosities
tumbling monkey
shines.

China girl sings
a TV jingle
blue eyed chattering
humming on his head.

-Will Dockery
Peter J Ross
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In alt.arts.poetry.comments on Wed, 21 May 2014 18:06:39 -0400, Will
http://www.spam.com
Why not take your spam somewhere else, thieving filth?
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PJR :-)

ἔστι τις σιῶν τίσις - Alcman
Will Dockery
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In alt.arts.poetry.comments on Wed, 21 May 2014 18:06:39 -0400, Will
Why not take your
<whines snipped>

It would be simpler if you take yours... fair enough?

What happened to your new gig at Pigpen Forum?
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Peter J Ross
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In alt.arts.poetry.comments on Thu, 22 May 2014 15:04:13 -0400, Will
Post by Will Dockery
What happened to your new gig at Pigpen Forum?
What are you whining and lying about now, Dreckster?
--
PJR :-)

ἔστι τις σιῶν τίσις - Alcman
Will Dockery
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In alt.arts.poetry.comments on Thu, 22 May 2014 15:04:13 -0400, Will
Post by Will Dockery
What happened to your new gig at Pigpen Forum?
What are you whining and lying about now
Not a thing, you just don't seem happy here, so it seems you'd want to move
to a forum where you're welcome?

I read here that Horatio was making you a moderator at Pigpen... not true?
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Peter J Ross
2014-05-22 19:44:00 UTC
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In alt.arts.poetry.comments on Thu, 22 May 2014 15:22:23 -0400, Will
Post by Will Dockery
Post by Peter J Ross
In alt.arts.poetry.comments on Thu, 22 May 2014 15:04:13 -0400, Will
Post by Will Dockery
What happened to your new gig at Pigpen Forum?
What are you whining and lying about now
Not a thing,
So you're whining and lying about nothing?

Whining and lying are as natural to you as breathing, of course, so
it's not surprising that you don't need anything in particular to
whine and lie about in order to whine and lie.
Post by Will Dockery
you just don't seem happy here,
Since you're functionally illiterate, it's not surprising that you
can't detect the huge amount of fun I have on Usenet.
Post by Will Dockery
so it seems you'd want to move to a forum where you're welcome?
What gives you the impression that I'm unwelcome in AAPC? Functional
illiteracy? Delusional narcissism? Both?
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I read here that Horatio was making you a moderator at Pigpen... not true?
Your delusion that you can read may be the foundation for your other
delusions.
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PJR :-)

ἔστι τις σιῶν τίσις - Alcman
Will Dockery
2014-09-25 13:49:36 UTC
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Completed version 9-25-14

Missy's Holder

Missy's in town
all the way from from N-O-L-A
In the motor lodge
across from Sandy's cafe.

She smiles too much
to be for real
Give her a dub
for a little feel.

She asks where
I want to put it.

Magnolia springtime,
smoky haze
"Attendez-vous, s'il vous plait."

The carnival's back in town
although we've both
seen better days.

Homebrew molasses
watch her hands
fresh
off a bus from New Orleans
just about Midnight.

My friend Stan
cancels the plan
he's lost his heart.

And lost his taste
sniffs the cinnamon
endures the noisy morning.

Darkwood dances
under a
grey muddled sky.

Stan limply flicks
honey stones
to his sweet muse.

Hot silver stem
she smokes her curiosities
tumbling monkey
shines.

China girl sings
a TV jingle
blue eyed chattering
humming on his head.

-Will Dockery
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Music & poetry from Will Dockery & Friends:
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Will Dockery
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Missy's Holder

"14 days of booze
and floozies.."
-Horatio said to me

"Getting settled in Down South, I see?"

Missy's in town
all the way from from N-O-L-A
In the motor lodge
across from Sandy's cafe.

She smiles too much
to be for real
Give her a dub
for a little feel.

She asks where
I want to put it.

Magnolia springtime,
smoky haze
"Attendez-vous, s'il vous plait."

The carnival's back in town
although we've both
seen better days.

Homebrew molasses
watch her hands
fresh
off a bus from New Orleans
just about Midnight.

My friend Stan
cancels the plan
he's lost his heart.

And lost his taste
sniffs the cinnamon
endures the noisy morning.

Darkwood dances
under a
grey muddled sky.

Stan limply flicks
honey stones
to his sweet muse.

Hot silver stem
she smokes her curiosities
tumbling monkey
shines.

China girl sings
a TV jingle
blue eyed chattering
humming on his head.

-Will Dockery
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Music & poetry from Will Dockery & Friends:
http://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery
Will Dockery
2014-04-03 13:32:21 UTC
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Typed that link wrong for my April 2nd entry:

http://www.playgroundsmag.com/

To The Magic Store by Will Dockery


"It'll take you eternities to get rid of me,' she adds sadly, which makes me
jealous, I want her to say I'll never get rid of her - I wanta be chased
till eternity till I catch her." -Jack Kerouac


*** Hogbottom 2014 - April 26th ***


April 26th 2014... all your favorite local performers in one festival!
Hogbottom is one of the highlights of the year in Shadowville, a Rite of
Spring, a doorway to the Summertime Night.



Hogbottom Music & BBQ April 26th! Come on out and join us... it's all about
good folk, good music and of course the "preservation of culture"... The
only local festival with all local performers and bands. Donations will go
to help those who have served our country and their families via the House
of Heroes. BBQ will be ready around 4pm... bring your own drink, coolers,
tents and chairs... some of us are camping out Friday night!



Directions: Patterson Road / County Road 38


From Hwy 431 South... Turn Left on Hwy 165... Approx. 11 miles. Turn Left
onto County Road 38... Hog Bottom Farm will be on your left...you will see
the Hog Bottom Banner on left where you turn in and on the right you will
see Patterson Plantation Farm House.




*** Mickey's Pub 37th Anniversary Weekend ***


a..

Back when I was just out of Carver High School, and the Starmont area of
Buena Bista Road was a big part of the Columbus-Phenix City music scene
there was the Zodiac Lounge which hosted such stars of the future as the
Allman Brothers Band back when they were the Allman Joys and Anthem )who did
a great cover of The Rolling Stones' "Sympathy For the Devil"), who with
Soutern Ashe, Strokin' Dixie (with the Mighty Quinn), Bareback (Doug Bare
left the band and went on to play with Blackfoot), Stranger.and others where
the local superstars of the local scene at that time., a couple of doors
down was Mickey's Lounge. Then and now a great local hang out.
Fast forward 37 years and Mickey's is still going strong, with the
anniversary weekend on April 11th with John J Hooker Band on Saturday and
Karaoke on Friday/ And next month, May 3rd, Mickey's Pub hosts me and my
Shadowville All-Stars show, come on out and join us for some olf school
rock-n-roll that Saturday night.
*** Forgotten Columbus... Esquiline Hill ***


Some details on the real Esquiline Hill, which now is mostly an overgrown
and forgotten graveyard on a big hill on the edge of town:

"Major Raphael J. Moses, CSA." He was buried at Esquiline, his old
plantation, now a family cemetery in Columbus, off Esquiline Drive in
Benning Hills. I'm researching this for Jack but it has interest for all
Columbus history fans, & special interest to Frank Thomas & others who grew
up around Baker/Benning Hills.

http://www.georgiaencyclopedia.org/articles/history-archaeology/raphael-moses-1812-1893

Right off Esquiline Drive in Benning Hills, sort of behind that new Waffle
House up that big hill. This article gives a detailed view of a trip to
Esquiline. The entire area used to be the Esquiline Plantation.



Angel of Esquiline Hill

Did she go too far?
Waiting on the new crowded,
waiting for the woman with a gun.
Little prisms semi-naked on horseback,
dark halo surrounds her beautiful evil.
Sirens ring out tonight.
Sirens over Benning Hills tonight
little speckles of starlight..

Did she go too far
from the North Highland?
Did she go the way of the world and the wood?
Pale blue skin and sky
she's a Goddess now, on high.
Sirens ring out, sirens ring out
on Esquiline Hill.

On her wit we humbly wait.
Arm and Hammer tattooed on her shoulder.
Goddess gold and dusted
and roaring.
Dodge or on a dare,
on a sturm and drang,
watch her run like wild horses.
Sirens ring out, on that hill tonight,
sirens ring out like little speckles tonight.
Did she go to far,
from the North Highland?
Did she go too high
pale blue sky and skin.

Let me take you down she says,
down, down again.
Let me take you down son,
take you down,
into the sirens... on high.

Did she go too far?
Waiting on the new crowded,
waiting for the woman with a gun.
Prism, semi-naked on horseback.
Dark halo, frames her beautiful evil.
Sirens ring out... sirens ringing.
Little flecks of starlight over Benning Hills.
Spiderweb whirls, pale blue skin and sky,
Stars flicker tonight.
Starlight, sirens ringing on Benning Hills,
she's gone too high.
Let me take you down, she says.
Let me take you down... to silence.

-Will Dockey (words) & Rob Wright (music)
Will Dockery
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He and She

He's ugly
and lucky.

She's silly
and hungry.

They rent a room.

-Will Dockery
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All Lost on Market Day

My friend
says he's lost
and needs help.

Breaks down
twice so far he's
lost his voice.

Rich and warm
the drinks
are tolerated.

Under
muddling
grey-draped skies.

Muddle in the thickets
not being a place
traditionally frequented.

Potted palms
lace-covered
newsgroup regulars.

Tetly teas
om gleaming trays
with honey glazed buns.

-Will Dockery
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Check out "Angel of Esquiline Hill / First Draft" by Will Dockery -
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Angel of Esquiline Hill

Did she go too far?
Waiting on the new crowded,
waiting for the woman with a gun.
Little prisms semi-naked on horseback,
dark halo surrounds her beautiful evil.
Sirens ring out tonight.
Sirens over Benning Hills tonight
little speckles of starlight..

Did she go too far
from the North Highland?
Did she go the way of the world and the wood?
Pale blue skin and sky
she's a Goddess now, on high.
Sirens ring out, sirens ring out
on Esquiline Hill.

On her wit we humbly wait.
Arm and Hammer tattooed on her shoulder.
Goddess gold and dusted
and roaring.
Dodge or on a dare,
on a sturm and drang,
watch her run like wild horses.
Sirens ring out, on that hill tonight,
sirens ring out like little speckles tonight.
Did she go to far,
from the North Highland?
Did she go too high
pale blue sky and skin.

Let me take you down she says,
down, down again.
Let me take you down son,
take you down,
into the sirens... on high.

Did she go too far?
Waiting on the new crowded,
waiting for the woman with a gun.
Prism, semi-naked on horseback.
Dark halo, frames her beautiful evil.
Sirens ring out... sirens ringing.
Little flecks of starlight over Benning Hills.
Spiderweb whirls, pale blue skin and sky,
Stars flicker tonight.
Starlight, sirens ringing on Benning Hills,
she's gone too high.
Let me take you down, she says.
Let me take you down... to silence.

-Will Dockery (words), Rob Wright & Jack Snipe (music
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Check out Angel of Esquiline Hill / Will Dockery & The Shadowville
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http://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery/song/22149226-angel-esquiline-hill--first-draft
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I like your guitar playing very much on this track. Reminds me of Robbie
Krieger at times. Very haunting.
The vocals, not so much, because (1) you sound like Tom Waits, whom I
cannot
abide, and (2) I can't understand the lyrics *at all*.
The flute player didn't show up that day, huh? This song might have
benefited from a (short) flute solo!
JMO's
DianeE
Thank you for listening, and for the comments, Diane... as for flute, Geno
did show up for this next one, and I think the rest of the band is also in
top form here, on "Twilight Girl"...
Check out "Twilight Girl (W. Dockery & H. Conley)" -
http://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery/song/17680972-twilight-girl-w-dockery--h-conley
The vocals, I'm afraid, may still fall short for you... sorry.
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No, I like this one more. You're reciting the lyrics rather than singing
like Tom Waits. The drummer is good on this one, and the flute is subdued
and enhances the sound.
Are you aware that this recording cuts off in the middle, at 3:29? You
need
to fix that!
DianeE
Thanks for the good review, Diana

Sorry about that, Reverbnation seems to have decided I had "too much" in the
file for that one and cropped it... I have other versions online and will
definitely post one or two of those for you soon, as things happen, I'm off
to a band rehearsal for several upcoming shows over the next couple of
weeks, including the locally legendary Hogbottom on May 2nd.

:D
--
"...A lifetime of writing about what I'd seen with my own eyes, told in my
own words, according to the style I decided on... and put all together as a
contemporary record for future times to see what really happened and what
people really thought [...] In my old age I intend to collect all my work
and
reinsert my pantheon of uniform names, leave the long shelf of books, there,
and die happy." -Jack Kerouac

Check out "Idol Hour Night / Will Dockery & The Shadowville All-Stars" -
http://www.reverbnation.com/open_graph/video/13049111
Angel of Esquiline Hill
Did she go too far?
Waiting on the new crowded,
waiting for the woman with a gun.
Little prisms semi-naked on horseback,
dark halo surrounds her beautiful evil.
Sirens ring out tonight.
Sirens over Benning Hills tonight
little speckles of starlight..
Did she go too far
from the North Highland?
Did she go the way of the world and the wood?
Pale blue skin and sky
she's a Goddess now, on high.
Sirens ring out, sirens ring out
on Esquiline Hill.
On her wit we humbly wait.
Arm and Hammer tattooed on her shoulder.
Goddess gold and dusted
and roaring.
Dodge or on a dare,
on a sturm and drang,
watch her run like wild horses.
Sirens ring out, on that hill tonight,
sirens ring out like little speckles tonight.
Did she go to far,
from the North Highland?
Did she go too high
pale blue sky and skin.
Let me take you down she says,
down, down again.
Let me take you down son,
take you down,
into the sirens... on high.
Did she go too far?
Waiting on the new crowded,
waiting for the woman with a gun.
Prism, semi-naked on horseback.
Dark halo, frames her beautiful evil.
Sirens ring out... sirens ringing.
Little flecks of starlight over Benning Hills.
Spiderweb whirls, pale blue skin and sky,
Stars flicker tonight.
Starlight, sirens ringing on Benning Hills,
she's gone too high.
Let me take you down, she says.
Let me take you down... to silence.
-Will Dockery (words) & Rob Wright (music)
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Reverbnation seems to have decided I had "too much" in the
file for that one and cropped it...
Even the admins of a laughable scamsite don't like Dreckery!
--
PJR :-)
... ἐκ γὰρ εὐτυχοῦς
ἥδιστον ἐχθρὸν ἄνδρα δυστυχοῦνθ᾽ ὁρᾶν.
— Euripides
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Reverbnation seems to have decided I had "too much" in the
file for that one and cropped it...
Even the admins
don't like
Funny thing, love it or hate it, it hasn't stopped enough listeners who do
like my poetry and music to keep me number one in the charts for over a year
now. But, yes, all that politics and popularity pressure can become annoying
and tiresome after a spell... but I know you live for such petty concerns,
Peter, so carry on.

And so it goes.

:D
--
Check out "Chattahoochee Sunset / Dockery, Mallard & Snipe" & make plans to
join the tent village at Lakeside Stage in Fort Mitchell May 2nd.
http://www.reverbnation.com/open_graph/song/11459910
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This one also seems to have been waylaid by servers... here's the first, for
April 1st, "Honeytrip Sestina":

http://www.groupsrv.com/usenet/view.php?c=other&g=2126&id=470421&p=107

Honeytrip Sestina

Beads of sweat as I drive on 280,
thinking about a lonesome wildflower.
Cross country for this honeytrip,
going down to incant a shadowmusic,
joined on stage by her fiddle,
swear to god I really miss her.

She knows that I've missed her,
she drives alone on highway 280.
Her grandfather also played fiddle,
and grew gov'ment wildflowers.
Let him play his shadowmusic,
as we recall the honeytrip.

Backpacked, hitchhiked to honeytrip,
waterfall spray did mist her,
we formed a band to play shadowmusic.
Down in Salem, on Highway 280,
saw the sign of Project Wildflower,
a contra agent but plays good fiddle.

In the night sirens played fiddle,
rustling wail of honey trip.
Behind her ear was a wildflower,
I knew some day I would miss her.
Looking for tea olive on 280,
to play a few hours of shadowmusic.

Down a moonlit mile wild shadowmusic,
Bibb Mill burned as he played fiddle.
Westbound down Highway 280,
like a hound for the honeytrip,
after all her lies I still missed her,
blowing kisses from a field of wildflowers.

Sang a melody like "Wildwood Flower",
she made it her own kind of shadowmusic.
When he stepped on stage we called him mister,
ghost of Sgt. Fury playing show fiddle.
The only crown prince of honey trip,
people parked and walked from 280.

Smell the wildflowers, surrounded by shadowmusic,
I miss her and her grandfather's fiddle.
Lonesome old honeytrip, in a hollow off 280.

-Will Dockery

Some information of writing a Sestina poem challenge for the first week of
April:

http://pennyspoetry.wikia.com/wiki/Sestina
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House Boy Blues

Tears and grins
demonstrate bathetic
attention.

Line and rock
a lot to like
work the stem.

Wing molasses
he's lost
the expected meaning.

Stolen cats
and
concrete tablets.

Potted dapper dips
darkwood at dust
with regulars.

Favourite bar
gleaming neon
blue stone eyes.

Astonishing rubbish
chattering
coherence.

Almond hue
not enthusiastic
cinnamon swing.

Sticky muse
silver and curious
tumbling monkey.

-Will Dockery
--
Check out "Gone Too Far / Dockery-Mallard-Snipe" -
http://www.reverbnation.com/open_graph/song/11596860
Peter J Ross
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House Boy Blues
This is alt.arts.poetry.comments, not alt.garbage.dreck.unspeakable.

Take your illiterate rubbish elsewhere.
--
PJR :-)

ἔστι τις σιῶν τίσις - Alcman
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House Boy Blues
This is alt.arts.poetry.comments
Having been a regular here over a decade I'm well aware of the name of the
newsgroup, my little friend.

And thanks for reading and commenting!
--
Check out "Chattahoochee Sunset / Dockery, Mallard & Snipe" -
http://www.reverbnation.com/open_graph/song/11459910
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Post by Peter J Ross
In alt.arts.poetry.comments on Sat, 5 Apr 2014 05:54:41 -0400, Will
Post by Will Dockery
House Boy Blues
This is alt.arts.poetry.comments
Having been a regular here over a decade
You're not a regular.

Spending a decade whining, lying, spamming and flooding the newsgroup
with illiterate garbage doesn't make you a regular, any more than
hitting the <RETURN> key at random intervals when typing illiterate
garbage makes you a poet.
--
PJR :-)

ἔστι τις σιῶν τίσις - Alcman
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You're not a regular.
Well, you forgot to add "in my opinion."

Of course we all know that such matters are not for you to judge, my little
friend.
--
Check out "Chattahoochee Sunset / Dockery, Mallard & Snipe" -
http://www.reverbnation.com/open_graph/song/11459910
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You're not a regular.
Well, you forgot to add "in my opinion."
My opinion is widely thought to be of some value.

Yours isn't.

<whines and lies snipped>
--
PJR :-)

ἔστι τις σιῶν τίσις - Alcman
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My opinion is widely thought to be
Mostly lies and false accusations?

"We know."
--
Check out "Idle Hour Night" / Will Dockery & The Shadowville All-Stars -
http://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery/song/15928895-idle-hour-night--dockery-mallard
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Take your
elsewhere.
You first... heh.
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Take your
elsewhere.
You first... heh.
Try to have your post-editing make sense, whiner.
--
PJR :-)

ἔστι τις σιῶν τίσις - Alcman
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Take your
elsewhere
You first... heh.
Try to
make sense
Simple, if want to leave, go.

I think I'll stick around a while... that's what a "regular" does.
--
Check out "Red Lipped Stranger / Will Dockery & Shadowville All-Stars" -
http://www.reverbnation.com/open_graph/song/8798203
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References: <lhffi6$oqi$***@dont-email.me>
<lhjprb$fdb$***@dont-email.me>
<lhonit$u0h$***@dont-email.me>
<***@homeridae.org>

Once again: no I didn't.

<whines and lies snipped>
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PJR :-)

ἔστι τις σιῶν τίσις - Alcman
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All I see is
lies
Probably because that's all you type is lies.
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<restored>
This is alt.arts.poetry.comments, not alt.garbage.dreck.unspeakable.

Take your illiterate rubbish elsewhere.
</restored>
Post by Will Dockery
Probably because that's all you type is lies.
Try to have your replies have something to do with the post to which
you're replying, Dreckster.
--
PJR :-)

ἔστι τις σιῶν τίσις - Alcman
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This is alt.arts.poetry.comments
Thanks for the heads-up... is there an FAQ for alt.arts.poetry.comments?
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Check out "Autograph of Zorro / Dockery, Conley & Benders" -
http://www.reverbnation.com/open_graph/video/12623336
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<poem unsnipped>

House Boy Blues
Tears and grins demonstrate bathetic attention.
Line and rock a lot to like work the stem.
Wing molasses he's lost the expected meaning.
Stolen cats and concrete tablets.
Potted dapper dips darkwood at dust with regulars.
Favourite bar gleaming neon blue stone eyes.
Astonishing rubbish chattering coherence.
Almond hue not enthusiastic cinnamon swing.
Sticky muse silver and curious tumbling monkey.
-Will Dockery
My opinion is widely thought
To be those of a hypocritical liar.

Next.
--
Check out "Red Lipped Stranger / Will Dockery & Shadowville All-Stars" -
http://www.reverbnation.com/open_graph/song/8798203
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<poem unsnipped>
Where? All I see is a mixture of unspeakable dreck and lies.

<dreck and lies snipped>
--
PJR :-)

ἔστι τις σιῶν τίσις - Alcman
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<poem unsnipped>
Where?
Right here, Pete:

Check out Chattahoochee Sunset / Will Dockery & The Shadowville All-Stars
http://www.reverbnation.com/open_graph/song/11459910

Chattahoochee Sunset

On the side of the river
on the side of the other side
of the ferry.
This is the story of a long old merry.

She was gussied up
and walking to me
in a hallway that burned long ago.
She's not out on Marathon
turning tricks with light and smoke.

Like the old man said
"I hate to see that evening sun go down..."
I know because she told me
she's gone underground.

Isle of Brick tan,
in Chattahoochee sunset.
Red clover runes
as she shakes her head.

Over on the other side,
what goes on in her mind.
Exceedingly happy,
and sort of overly kind.

Crossing over to the Courtyard now
oversized high heels clicking.
They meet under the moonlight
I observe as the plot thickens.

If looks could kill
she'd a done it long ago, I've found.
I know because she told me
she's gone underground.

On the side of the river
what goes on on the side.
Acting naturally
t happens all the time.

Like the old man said
I hate to see that evening sun go down.
I know because she told me
she's gone underground.

-Will Dockery (words)
Brian Mallard & Jack Snipe (melody)
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<poem unsnipped>
Where?
Here's a sestina for you:

http://www.groupsrv.com/usenet/view.php?c=other&g=2126&id=470421&p=107
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Honeytrip Sestina
Beads of sweat as I drive on 280,
thinking about a lonesome wildflower.
Cross country for this honeytrip,
going down to incant a shadowmusic,
joined on stage by her fiddle,
swear to god I really miss her.
She knows that I've missed her,
she drives alone on highway 280.
Her grandfather also played fiddle,
and grew gov'ment wildflowers.
Let him play his shadowmusic,
as we recall the honeytrip.
Backpacked, hitchhiked to honeytrip,
waterfall spray did mist her,
we formed a band to play shadowmusic.
Down in Salem, on Highway 280,
saw the sign of Project Wildflower,
a contra agent but plays good fiddle.
In the night sirens played fiddle,
rustling wail of honey trip.
Behind her ear was a wildflower,
I knew some day I would miss her.
Looking for tea olive on 280,
to play a few hours of shadowmusic.
Down a moonlit mile wild shadowmusic,
Bibb Mill burned as he played fiddle.
Westbound down Highway 280,
like a hound for the honeytrip,
after all her lies I still missed her,
blowing kisses from a field of wildflowers.
Sang a melody like "Wildwood Flower",
she made it her own kind of shadowmusic.
When he stepped on stage we called him mister,
ghost of Sgt. Fury playing show fiddle.
The only crown prince of honey trip,
people parked and walked from 280.
Smell the wildflowers, surrounded by shadowmusic,
I miss her and her grandfather's fiddle.
Lonesome old honeytrip, in a hollow off 280.
-Will Dockery
--
Check out "Under The Radar (for Sam Singer)" by Will Dockery -
http://www.reverbnation.com/open_graph/song/12609809
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Missy's ob poem

"14 days of booze and hookers.." -Horatio
said to me


"Getting settled in Down South, I see?"

Missy's in town from N-O-L-A
In the motor lodge
across from Sandy's cafe.
She smiles too much to be for real
Give her a dub for a little feel
she asks where I want to put it.
Magnolia springtime, smoky haze
"Attendez-vous, s'il vous plait."

The carnival's back in town
although we've both seen better days.

-Will Dockery
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Even As In Morning.
I never could believe the things you did, you amazed me every day.
I had no other real source to refer to,
until your life and the rest of the family.

A few more miles to Alabama,
down some endless road it seems like.
Every year has its group of blue morning skies,

and when they arrive I will paint.
The colors may not be perfect
but you can only use what you have.

Dawn comes in light misty blue tones,
on the tres and creamy landscape out there. Bird sounds, prism color in the
mirror,
when light comes through the torn curtain. The sadness on your lips,
wish I could kiss and take away.
Run over to the window, there's that boy, the bone kid on bone horse.
Even as in morning, he's out there,
whispering noise from the two graves.

I visit the dark stage thinking of the time:

When I was drunk, and I wrote you on my skin.

The popping Summertime night in a jeep just before the misty dawn.

Lost a whole lot to find out and now I did and it's real.

Who was that soldier that took me to your house, and who was the guy on the
motorcycle you'd left with?

I jerk and fumble across the hallway,
the forest seems closer from the sound.
The rich black mud mixed with leaves,
the cinnamon smell of your flowers.
Let me hear new things,
let's lie down and talk in a dark room.
Take off that jacket, put down that razor.

Let's glue the paper plane back together, the crushed one over in the
corner.
Even as in morning, it lies here, I still need you.

Longing here in the rain,
for the blood of Christ to flow in my viens. Somehow I know it doesn't.

My life is now too clean to walk back 16 years, but people have to be worth
something.
A few more miles to Alabama,
drunken poets and soldiers in downtown bars.

-Will Dockery

http://alt.mailarchive.ca/arts.poetry.comments/2003-12/3282.html
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Decima For Decima

Decima, aim your rod to screen
Film into the eyeless abyss
To a level in lighted mist
Tenth norn of afterimage dream
Nests of ghosts in a webbed beam
Born illuminated and queer
Shake fate infinity mirror
Glowing light child of Kaos string
Nightswim bouncing and measuring
A weird sister without anger.

-Will Dockery

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Decima

http://pennyspoetry.wikia.com/wiki/D%C3%A9cima

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Hazel's Hex


She holds her hand
against the glass.
Before she gets
too much memory.
This game of numbers
chances so high to lose.

I hesitate
to call her name.
Deep humid night
sick wildflower smell.
Watch her knocking
across the Village Green
I feel a sinking inside.

Looked into her eyes
like a night move to hold her.
But that's not possible.
Frayed pitch
I must have thought I'd tried
but I stopped way short.

Her beauty is eternal
being weary and so wary.
Reconstruct my heart.
Or something like
revisionist memory
since it was nothing
but scrambled dogs and
chitter-chat.

-Will Dockery
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A bit of trivia I left off the post is that "Hazel's Hex" developed into
"Crashville Skyline" when music was being added to the text:

Check out "Crashville Skyline / W. Dockery & B. Mallard" -
http://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery/song/18350191-crashville-skyline--w-dockery-b

Hazel's Hex
She holds her hand against the glass. Before she gets too much memory.
This game of numbers chances so high to lose.
I hesitate to call her name. Deep humid night sick wildflower smell. Watch
her knocking across the Village Green I feel a sinking inside.
Looked into her eyes like a night move to hold her. But that's not
possible. Frayed pitch I must have thought I'd tried but I stopped way
short.
Her beauty is eternal being weary and so wary. Reconstruct my heart. Or
something like revisionist memory since it was nothing but scrambled dogs
and chitter-chat.
-Will Dockery
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Beltane Cruelties
So if it is not for me to speak to her Iconic Wayward Muse who smiles by
Alabama campfire South of town by a number of miles.
Shaken by her ragged beauty painted up with long time no see. She sings rock
and roll now out of sight fresh rolled in deep country.
She's in love now he wishes her the best and him besides no reason for
forgiveness no reason to cry.
So he can smoke another cigar Stuffed with something green and fine Riding
the white elephant shotgun Catching darkness, memory weavers.
Rock and Roll heaven welcomed the new members One said stop the bomb one
cuts across shortly while the other touches herself quietly.
Let them say more in the creation of art although bottom line's purpose is
to sell. The ornament rings like a chime and the little child smiles.
At the country fair and with his fair cold judgement A truly vicious Mister
Freeze taking what has become his by trickery
Derailed the couplement what happened next couldn't be compared to the sun
and moon or even the earth and sea's rich greens.
Julie came prepared with a loaded pistol and all things rare she needed it
Like a Lady in the movie she reminds me of she doesn't blow on some other
guy's dice.
Mulberry has cottonmouth troubles Rock and roll heaven's air of mundane good
cheer is broken at last in this huge arrival to the halls.
Oh let me take your hand again true in love though in lame duck doldrums
truly write you a rock poem valentine. And then you might believe me, my
love is as clear as Lucky's tenor.
As any motherless child, or any Major dude though not so bright as either
might claim Gold candles in the ranchero window fixed for the Lady, the
founder now departed to a level in heaven's air.
-Will Dockery
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