General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> Sunshine Seventy-Seven

>> I went and sold some blood
>> then bought
>> a big bottle of wine.

>> Copped some weed
>> so we could party
>> and celebrate my new job.

>> Blind bat getting rowdy
>> tried to attack Jimmy Green.

>> He picked up a stick
>> off the darkened street
>> smacked the bat down.

>> While I was over at her house
>> I helped Galatea
>> paint her bathroom green.

>> Powder snow whisked up my nose
>> to my brain
>> pizzeria summit meeting.

>> Then riding all night
>> delivering pizza.

>> Feeling the hot dabs
>> of Summer swelter
>> and going to bed alone.

>> I looked into her eyes
>> in the morning light
>> as we walked
>> on the dew covered grass.

>> The clouds churned white
>> it seemed like
>> a hundred years ago.

>> I had the stoned awareness
>> there were illustrations
>> in my thoughts
>> obviously created by her stare

>> Her kisses
>> could have lasted forever
>> her eyes
>> were like two blue stones
>> my thoughts flew like birds.

>> On the blood red clay of the bank
>> we sat
>> she was sitting behind me
>> wrapped around me.

>> I could feel the air
>> so hot and dry.

>> The sun swam over the lake
>> in crimson floods
>> the clouds were shifting
>> in orange flashes.

>> Like golden chains
>> the clouds cut across the blue sky
>> my thoughts of her
>> seemed to freeze my blood.

>> The day mellowed finally
>> I wondered when or if
>> she was ever coming back
>> it was so silent.

>> I found that she was gone
>> told her goodbye on the telephone
>> as the sun went down
>> blazing red.

>> Blue stars sparkled
>> on the black sky above
>> as I sat on the corner
>> smoking my weed.

>> Wondering how much longer
>> I would have to wait
>> waiting for the sky to split.

>> The night lumbered on
>> club-footed
>> I wished she would
>> come to my window
>> and lay beside me again.

>> Her eyes
>> like blue stones
>> as my thoughts
>> flew like birds.

>> -Will Dockery (July 1977)

>> -----------------------------------
>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/12/sunshine-seventy-seven.html

> Another golden age favorite....

Thanks again for reading and commenting.

🙂

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> Sunshine Seventy-Seven

>> I went and sold some blood
>> then bought
>> a big bottle of wine.

>> Copped some weed
>> so we could party
>> and celebrate my new job.

>> Blind bat getting rowdy
>> tried to attack Jimmy Green.

>> He picked up a stick
>> off the darkened street
>> smacked the bat down.

>> While I was over at her house
>> I helped Galatea
>> paint her bathroom green.

>> Powder snow whisked up my nose
>> to my brain
>> pizzeria summit meeting.

>> Then riding all night
>> delivering pizza.

>> Feeling the hot dabs
>> of Summer swelter
>> and going to bed alone.

>> I looked into her eyes
>> in the morning light
>> as we walked
>> on the dew covered grass.

>> The clouds churned white
>> it seemed like
>> a hundred years ago.

>> I had the stoned awareness
>> there were illustrations
>> in my thoughts
>> obviously created by her stare

>> Her kisses
>> could have lasted forever
>> her eyes
>> were like two blue stones
>> my thoughts flew like birds.

>> On the blood red clay of the bank
>> we sat
>> she was sitting behind me
>> wrapped around me.

>> I could feel the air
>> so hot and dry.

>> The sun swam over the lake
>> in crimson floods
>> the clouds were shifting
>> in orange flashes.

>> Like golden chains
>> the clouds cut across the blue sky
>> my thoughts of her
>> seemed to freeze my blood.

>> The day mellowed finally
>> I wondered when or if
>> she was ever coming back
>> it was so silent.

>> I found that she was gone
>> told her goodbye on the telephone
>> as the sun went down
>> blazing red.

>> Blue stars sparkled
>> on the black sky above
>> as I sat on the corner
>> smoking my weed.

>> Wondering how much longer
>> I would have to wait
>> waiting for the sky to split.

>> The night lumbered on
>> club-footed
>> I wished she would
>> come to my window
>> and lay beside me again.

>> Her eyes
>> like blue stones
>> as my thoughts
>> flew like birds.

>> -Will Dockery (July 1977)

>> -----------------------------------
>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/12/sunshine-seventy-seven.html

> Another golden age favorite....

Partially autobiographical = reality based poetry.

HTH and HAND.

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> Sunshine Seventy-Seven

>> I went and sold some blood
>> then bought
>> a big bottle of wine.

>> Copped some weed
>> so we could party
>> and celebrate my new job.

>> Blind bat getting rowdy
>> tried to attack Jimmy Green.

>> He picked up a stick
>> off the darkened street
>> smacked the bat down.

>> While I was over at her house
>> I helped Galatea
>> paint her bathroom green.

>> Powder snow whisked up my nose
>> to my brain
>> pizzeria summit meeting.

>> Then riding all night
>> delivering pizza.

>> Feeling the hot dabs
>> of Summer swelter
>> and going to bed alone.

>> I looked into her eyes
>> in the morning light
>> as we walked
>> on the dew covered grass.

>> The clouds churned white
>> it seemed like
>> a hundred years ago.

>> I had the stoned awareness
>> there were illustrations
>> in my thoughts
>> obviously created by her stare

>> Her kisses
>> could have lasted forever
>> her eyes
>> were like two blue stones
>> my thoughts flew like birds.

>> On the blood red clay of the bank
>> we sat
>> she was sitting behind me
>> wrapped around me.

>> I could feel the air
>> so hot and dry.

>> The sun swam over the lake
>> in crimson floods
>> the clouds were shifting
>> in orange flashes.

>> Like golden chains
>> the clouds cut across the blue sky
>> my thoughts of her
>> seemed to freeze my blood.

>> The day mellowed finally
>> I wondered when or if
>> she was ever coming back
>> it was so silent.

>> I found that she was gone
>> told her goodbye on the telephone
>> as the sun went down
>> blazing red.

>> Blue stars sparkled
>> on the black sky above
>> as I sat on the corner
>> smoking my weed.

>> Wondering how much longer
>> I would have to wait
>> waiting for the sky to split.

>> The night lumbered on
>> club-footed
>> I wished she would
>> come to my window
>> and lay beside me again.

>> Her eyes
>> like blue stones
>> as my thoughts
>> flew like birds.

>> -Will Dockery (July 1977)

>> -----------------------------------
>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/12/sunshine-seventy-seven.html

> Another golden age favorite....

Written in 1977, pretty old, yes.

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:

>> General-Zod wrote:

>>> Will Dockery wrote:
>>>>
>>>> Sunshine Seventy-Seven

>>>> I went and sold some blood
>>>> then bought
>>>> a big bottle of wine.

>>>> Copped some weed
>>>> so we could party
>>>> and celebrate my new job.

>>>> Blind bat getting rowdy
>>>> tried to attack Jimmy Green.

>>>> He picked up a stick
>>>> off the darkened street
>>>> smacked the bat down.

>>>> While I was over at her house
>>>> I helped Galatea
>>>> paint her bathroom green.

>>>> Powder snow whisked up my nose
>>>> to my brain
>>>> pizzeria summit meeting.

>>>> Then riding all night
>>>> delivering pizza.

>>>> Feeling the hot dabs
>>>> of Summer swelter
>>>> and going to bed alone.

>>>> I looked into her eyes
>>>> in the morning light
>>>> as we walked
>>>> on the dew covered grass.

>>>> The clouds churned white
>>>> it seemed like
>>>> a hundred years ago.

>>>> I had the stoned awareness
>>>> there were illustrations
>>>> in my thoughts
>>>> obviously created by her stare

>>>> Her kisses
>>>> could have lasted forever
>>>> her eyes
>>>> were like two blue stones
>>>> my thoughts flew like birds.

>>>> On the blood red clay of the bank
>>>> we sat
>>>> she was sitting behind me
>>>> wrapped around me.

>>>> I could feel the air
>>>> so hot and dry.

>>>> The sun swam over the lake
>>>> in crimson floods
>>>> the clouds were shifting
>>>> in orange flashes.

>>>> Like golden chains
>>>> the clouds cut across the blue sky
>>>> my thoughts of her
>>>> seemed to freeze my blood.

>>>> The day mellowed finally
>>>> I wondered when or if
>>>> she was ever coming back
>>>> it was so silent.

>>>> I found that she was gone
>>>> told her goodbye on the telephone
>>>> as the sun went down
>>>> blazing red.

>>>> Blue stars sparkled
>>>> on the black sky above
>>>> as I sat on the corner
>>>> smoking my weed.

>>>> Wondering how much longer
>>>> I would have to wait
>>>> waiting for the sky to split.

>>>> The night lumbered on
>>>> club-footed
>>>> I wished she would
>>>> come to my window
>>>> and lay beside me again.

>>>> Her eyes
>>>> like blue stones
>>>> as my thoughts
>>>> flew like birds.

>>>> -Will Dockery (July 1977)

>>>> -----------------------------------
>>>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>>>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/12/sunshine-seventy-seven.html

>>> Another golden age favorite....

>> Thanks for reading and commenting.

>> 🙂

> This was written in 1977, or is ABOUT events of 1977...?

It was written as the events were happening.

Will Dockery wrote:

> General-Zod wrote:

>> Will Dockery wrote:
>>>
>>> Sunshine Seventy-Seven

>>> I went and sold some blood
>>> then bought
>>> a big bottle of wine.

>>> Copped some weed
>>> so we could party
>>> and celebrate my new job.

>>> Blind bat getting rowdy
>>> tried to attack Jimmy Green.

>>> He picked up a stick
>>> off the darkened street
>>> smacked the bat down.

>>> While I was over at her house
>>> I helped Galatea
>>> paint her bathroom green.

>>> Powder snow whisked up my nose
>>> to my brain
>>> pizzeria summit meeting.

>>> Then riding all night
>>> delivering pizza.

>>> Feeling the hot dabs
>>> of Summer swelter
>>> and going to bed alone.

>>> I looked into her eyes
>>> in the morning light
>>> as we walked
>>> on the dew covered grass.

>>> The clouds churned white
>>> it seemed like
>>> a hundred years ago.

>>> I had the stoned awareness
>>> there were illustrations
>>> in my thoughts
>>> obviously created by her stare

>>> Her kisses
>>> could have lasted forever
>>> her eyes
>>> were like two blue stones
>>> my thoughts flew like birds.

>>> On the blood red clay of the bank
>>> we sat
>>> she was sitting behind me
>>> wrapped around me.

>>> I could feel the air
>>> so hot and dry.

>>> The sun swam over the lake
>>> in crimson floods
>>> the clouds were shifting
>>> in orange flashes.

>>> Like golden chains
>>> the clouds cut across the blue sky
>>> my thoughts of her
>>> seemed to freeze my blood.

>>> The day mellowed finally
>>> I wondered when or if
>>> she was ever coming back
>>> it was so silent.

>>> I found that she was gone
>>> told her goodbye on the telephone
>>> as the sun went down
>>> blazing red.

>>> Blue stars sparkled
>>> on the black sky above
>>> as I sat on the corner
>>> smoking my weed.

>>> Wondering how much longer
>>> I would have to wait
>>> waiting for the sky to split.

>>> The night lumbered on
>>> club-footed
>>> I wished she would
>>> come to my window
>>> and lay beside me again.

>>> Her eyes
>>> like blue stones
>>> as my thoughts
>>> flew like birds.

>>> -Will Dockery (July 1977)

>>> -----------------------------------
>>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/12/sunshine-seventy-seven.html

>> Another golden age favorite....

> Thanks for reading and commenting.

> 🙂

Having another read of one not seen for a while..!

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:

>> Zod wrote:
>>> Will Dockery wrote:

>>>> Family Guy wrote:

>>>>> On Sunday, September 11, 2022 at 4:25:18 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:

>>>>> = snip =
>>>>> Fitting you posted that on September 11th, since both the anniversary and your poem are tragic to America.

>>>>>> -Will Dockery (July 1977)
>>>>>>
>>>>>> -----------------------------------
>>>>>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>>>>>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/12/sunshine-seventy-seven.html

>>>>>
>>>>> Die in a fire.

>>>> Your ongoing violent death fantasy is noted, again.

>>> The little guy seems to do that a lot... ha ha.

>> With Dink it seems to be just about all he does

>

> What a silly little man,..... almost as silly as Pen.. ha ha.

Good riddance to his rubbish.

😏