Coco DeSockmonkey wrote:

> Mack A. Damia wrote:
>>> On Tue, 27 Dec 2022 22:33:55 +0000, will.d...@gmail.com (W.Dockery)
>>> wrote:
>>> >Journey in the Past
>>> >
>>> >Back in 1980, a long ago time
>>> >I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
>>> >Get off work at five
>>> >from Harvey Lumber and Supply
>>> >and be in Atlanta by nine.
>>> >
>>> >The commute was billed as express
>>> >but was often a slow ride at best.
>>> >The bus stopped at each town
>>> >the driver's horn would loudly sound
>>> >the journey put my patience to the test.
>>> >
>>> >Once settled in the ride was a breeze
>>> >my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
>>> >I'd dash out a poem
>>> >happy to be finally going
>>> >knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
>>> >
>>> >The bus rolled through little towns
>>> >with a screeching, roaring sound.
>>> >As the bus made the stop
>>> >on and off folks would hop
>>> >and soon we would again be northbound.
>>> >
>>> >The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
>>> >I'd jump off for my short vacation.
>>> >With my suitcase I'd walk
>>> >up the long street I'd stalk
>>> >for the next leg of my destination.
>>> >
>>> >Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
>>> >with correct change I could jump on.
>>> >Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
>>> >watching city lights flash through the dark
>>> >the sensation was like being stoned.
>>> >
>>> >Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
>>> >was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
>>> >I'd had a fine trip
>>> >now it was time to slip
>>> >Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
>>> >
>>> >-Will Dockery (2020)
>>> >
>>> >----
>>> >From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>>> >https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html
>>> Very good, Will, I always enjoyed Simon and Garfunkle's "Homeward
>>> Bound":
>>>
>>> "I'm sittin' in the railway station
>>> Got a ticket for my destination, mmm
>>> On a tour of one night stands
>>> My suitcase and guitar in hand
>>> And every stop is neatly planned
>>> For a poet and a one man band."

>> Many of us enjoy Simon and Garfunkel, (sp) Jake.

>> The contrast between their lyric and the

Again, like I said, says Michael Pendragon, the delusional fuckwit who has fantasies about being a better poet than T.S. Eliot.

On Sunday, January 1, 2023 at 7:10:12 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:

> Again, like I said, says Michael Pendragon, the delusional fuckwit who has fantasies about being a better poet than T.S. Eliot.

Per your request...

DAYBREAK
M.M. Pendragon
(Inspired by "Rhapsody on a Windy Night," by T.S. Eliot)

The moonlit masquerade at last is done
As music fades like stars at dawn's first kiss,
The streetlamps sputter sparks, like fireflies gone
As mad as April trees whose budded bliss
Will freeze beneath the season's final snow.

While through the quiet streets, the gentle glow
Of morning amber stretches sleepy arms
As taxis yawn their way past bursts of steam
That hiss through subway grates, while New York warms
Awaking from her bootblack-scented dream
To pushcart cups of joe and cigarettes.

I greet the old bronze clock at Herald Square
With ragged vagabonds, and fond regrets
Of cocktail-colored dances, unbound hair
And Cinderella eyes lost in the blur
Of midnight faces, heavy-lidded lies.

The new day beckons, Broadway buskers stir
Sweat suits give way to button shirts and ties
Newstands roll up their gates as pushbrooms sweep
The shadow-remnants of the night aside.

I wander through the crowds, too tired to sleep
Too spent to keep the pace; I opt to hide
Inside a small café, as sunbeams spill
Their contents 'cross a pigeon-feathered sky.

The morning calls, but I have had my fill
With alabaster hopes of wealth and fame
I nurse my coffee, watch the day slip by
And wonder why I'd never asked her name.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w0NhytKdNLg

vs

Rhapsody on a Windy Night
T. S. Eliot - 1888-1965

Twelve o'clock.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Dissolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions.
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.

   Half-past one,
The street-lamp sputtered,
The street-lamp muttered,
The street-lamp said, "Regard that woman
Who hesitates toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
You see the border of her dress
Is torn and stained with sand,
And you see the corner of her eye
Twists like a crooked pin."

   The memory throws up high and dry
A crowd of twisted things;
A twisted branch upon the beach
Eaten smooth, and polished
As if the world gave up
The secret of its skeleton,
Stiff and white.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the strength has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.

   Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which flattens itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter."
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and pocketed a toy that was running along the quay.
I could see nothing behind that child's eye.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.

   Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp muttered in the dark.
The lamp hummed:
"Regard the moon,
La lune ne garde aucune rancune,
She winks a feeble eye,
She smiles into corners.
She smooths the hair of the grass.
The moon has lost her memory.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and eau de Cologne,
She is alone
With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain."
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets,
And female smells in shuttered rooms,
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.

   The lamp said,
"Four o'clock,
Here is the number on the door.
Memory!
You have the key,
The little lamp spreads a ring on the stair.
Mount.
The bed is open; the tooth-brush hangs on the wall,
Put your shoes at the door, sleep, prepare for life."

   The last twist of the knife.

Mack A. Damia wrote:

> On Tue, 27 Dec 2022 22:33:55 +0000, will.dockery@gmail.com (W.Dockery)
> wrote:
>
>>Journey in the Past
>>
>>Back in 1980, a long ago time
>>I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
>>Get off work at five
>>from Harvey Lumber and Supply
>>and be in Atlanta by nine.
>>
>>The commute was billed as express
>>but was often a slow ride at best.
>>The bus stopped at each town
>>the driver's horn would loudly sound
>>the journey put my patience to the test.
>>
>>Once settled in the ride was a breeze
>>my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
>>I'd dash out a poem
>>happy to be finally going
>>knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
>>
>>The bus rolled through little towns
>>with a screeching, roaring sound.
>>As the bus made the stop
>>on and off folks would hop
>>and soon we would again be northbound.
>>
>>The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
>>I'd jump off for my short vacation.
>>With my suitcase I'd walk
>>up the long street I'd stalk
>>for the next leg of my destination.
>>
>>Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
>>with correct change I could jump on.
>>Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
>>watching city lights flash through the dark
>>the sensation was like being stoned.
>>
>>Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
>>was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
>>I'd had a fine trip
>>now it was time to slip
>>Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
>>
>>-Will Dockery (2020)
>>
>>----
>>From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>>https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html

> Very good, Will, I always enjoyed Simon and Garfunkle's "Homeward
> Bound":

> "I'm sittin' in the railway station
> Got a ticket for my destination, mmm
> On a tour of one night stands
> My suitcase and guitar in hand
> And every stop is neatly planned
> For a poet and a one man band."

Good evening, and happy New Year, Mack.

🙂

Zod wrote:

> On Friday, December 30, 2022 at 10:25:31 AM UTC-5, michaelmalef...@gmail.com wrote:
>>
>> Journey in the Past

> ----
> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html

>> xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
> xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
> xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
>>
>> -Will Donkey (2020)

> You're an obsessive little motherfucker, are you not, Penhead..?

An obsessive delusional troll

And so it goes.

Coco DeSockmonkey wrote:

> On Tuesday, December 27, 2022 at 6:38:18 PM UTC-5, Mack A. Damia wrote:
>> On Tue, 27 Dec 2022 22:33:55 +0000, will.d...@gmail.com (W.Dockery)
>> wrote:
>> >Journey in the Past
>> >
>> >Back in 1980, a long ago time
>> >I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
>> >Get off work at five
>> >from Harvey Lumber and Supply
>> >and be in Atlanta by nine.
>> >
>> >The commute was billed as express
>> >but was often a slow ride at best.
>> >The bus stopped at each town
>> >the driver's horn would loudly sound
>> >the journey put my patience to the test.
>> >
>> >Once settled in the ride was a breeze
>> >my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
>> >I'd dash out a poem
>> >happy to be finally going
>> >knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
>> >
>> >The bus rolled through little towns
>> >with a screeching, roaring sound.
>> >As the bus made the stop
>> >on and off folks would hop
>> >and soon we would again be northbound.
>> >
>> >The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
>> >I'd jump off for my short vacation.
>> >With my suitcase I'd walk
>> >up the long street I'd stalk
>> >for the next leg of my destination.
>> >
>> >Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
>> >with correct change I could jump on.
>> >Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
>> >watching city lights flash through the dark
>> >the sensation was like being stoned.
>> >
>> >Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
>> >was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
>> >I'd had a fine trip
>> >now it was time to slip
>> >Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
>> >
>> >-Will Dockery (2020)
>> >
>> >----
>> >From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> >https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html
>> Very good, Will, I always enjoyed Simon and Garfunkle's "Homeward
>> Bound":
>>
>> "I'm sittin' in the railway station
>> Got a ticket for my destination, mmm
>> On a tour of one night stands
>> My suitcase and guitar in hand
>> And every stop is neatly planned
>> For a poet and a one man band."

> Many of us enjoy Simon and Garfunkel

Who doesn't?

🙂

Mack A. Damia wrote:

> On Tue, 27 Dec 2022 22:33:55 +0000, will.dockery@gmail.com (W.Dockery)
> wrote:
>
>>Journey in the Past
>>
>>Back in 1980, a long ago time
>>I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
>>Get off work at five
>>from Harvey Lumber and Supply
>>and be in Atlanta by nine.
>>
>>The commute was billed as express
>>but was often a slow ride at best.
>>The bus stopped at each town
>>the driver's horn would loudly sound
>>the journey put my patience to the test.
>>
>>Once settled in the ride was a breeze
>>my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
>>I'd dash out a poem
>>happy to be finally going
>>knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
>>
>>The bus rolled through little towns
>>with a screeching, roaring sound.
>>As the bus made the stop
>>on and off folks would hop
>>and soon we would again be northbound.
>>
>>The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
>>I'd jump off for my short vacation.
>>With my suitcase I'd walk
>>up the long street I'd stalk
>>for the next leg of my destination.
>>
>>Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
>>with correct change I could jump on.
>>Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
>>watching city lights flash through the dark
>>the sensation was like being stoned.
>>
>>Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
>>was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
>>I'd had a fine trip
>>now it was time to slip
>>Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
>>
>>-Will Dockery (2020)
>>
>>----
>>From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>>https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html

> Very good, Will, I always enjoyed Simon and Garfunkle's "Homeward
> Bound":

> "I'm sittin' in the railway station
> Got a ticket for my destination, mmm
> On a tour of one night stands
> My suitcase and guitar in hand
> And every stop is neatly planned
> For a poet and a one man band."

Agreed and seconded...!

On Tuesday, December 27, 2022 at 5:35:14 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> Journey in the Past
>
> Back in 1980, a long ago time
> I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
> Get off work at five
> from Harvey Lumber and Supply
> and be in Atlanta by nine.
>
> The commute was billed as express
> but was often a slow ride at best.
> The bus stopped at each town
> the driver's horn would loudly sound
> the journey put my patience to the test.
>
> Once settled in the ride was a breeze
> my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
> I'd dash out a poem
> happy to be finally going
> knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
>
> The bus rolled through little towns
> with a screeching, roaring sound.
> As the bus made the stop
> on and off folks would hop
> and soon we would again be northbound.
>
> The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
> I'd jump off for my short vacation.
> With my suitcase I'd walk
> up the long street I'd stalk
> for the next leg of my destination.
>
> Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
> with correct change I could jump on.
> Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
> watching city lights flash through the dark
> the sensation was like being stoned.
>
> Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
> was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
> I'd had a fine trip
> now it was time to slip
> Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
>
> -Will Dockery (2020)
>
> ----
> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html

DONKEYSPEW REPORTED

Michael Pendragon wrote:

> On Sunday, January 1, 2023 at 2:55:14 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> Coco DeSockmonkey wrote:
>>
>> > Mack A. Damia wrote:
>> >>> On Tue, 27 Dec 2022 22:33:55 +0000, will.d...@gmail.com (W.Dockery)
>> >>> wrote:
>> >
>> >>> >Journey in the Past
>> >>> >
>> >>> >Back in 1980, a long ago time
>> >>> >I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
>> >>> >Get off work at five
>> >>> >from Harvey Lumber and Supply
>> >>> >and be in Atlanta by nine.
>> >>> >
>> >>> >The commute was billed as express
>> >>> >but was often a slow ride at best.
>> >>> >The bus stopped at each town
>> >>> >the driver's horn would loudly sound
>> >>> >the journey put my patience to the test.
>> >>> >
>> >>> >Once settled in the ride was a breeze
>> >>> >my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
>> >>> >I'd dash out a poem
>> >>> >happy to be finally going
>> >>> >knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
>> >>> >
>> >>> >The bus rolled through little towns
>> >>> >with a screeching, roaring sound.
>> >>> >As the bus made the stop
>> >>> >on and off folks would hop
>> >>> >and soon we would again be northbound.
>> >>> >
>> >>> >The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
>> >>> >I'd jump off for my short vacation.
>> >>> >With my suitcase I'd walk
>> >>> >up the long street I'd stalk
>> >>> >for the next leg of my destination.
>> >>> >
>> >>> >Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
>> >>> >with correct change I could jump on.
>> >>> >Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
>> >>> >watching city lights flash through the dark
>> >>> >the sensation was like being stoned.
>> >>> >
>> >>> >Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
>> >>> >was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
>> >>> >I'd had a fine trip
>> >>> >now it was time to slip
>> >>> >Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
>> >>> >
>> >>> >-Will Dockery (2020)
>> >>> >
>> >>> >----
>> >>> >From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> >>> >https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html
>> >>> Very good, Will, I always enjoyed Simon and Garfunkle's "Homeward
>> >>> Bound":
>> >>>
>> >>> "I'm sittin' in the railway station
>> >>> Got a ticket for my destination, mmm
>> >>> On a tour of one night stands
>> >>> My suitcase and guitar in hand
>> >>> And every stop is neatly planned
>> >>> For a poet and a one man band."
>>
>> >> Many of us enjoy Simon and Garfunkel, (sp) Jake.
>>
>> >> The contrast between their lyric and the
>> Like I said, says Michael Pendragon, the delusional fuckwit who has fantasies about being a better poet than T.S. Eliot.
>>
>> HTH and HAND.

> Per your request...

> DAYBREAK
> M.M. Pendragon
> (Inspired by "Rhapsody on a Windy Night," by T.S. Eliot)

> The moonlit masquerade at last is done
> As music fades like stars at dawn's first kiss,
> The streetlamps sputter sparks, like fireflies gone
> As mad as April trees whose budded bliss
> Will freeze beneath the season's final snow.

> While through the quiet streets, the gentle glow
> Of morning amber stretches sleepy arms
> As taxis yawn their way past bursts of steam
> That hiss through subway grates, while New York warms
> Awaking from her bootblack-scented dream
> To pushcart cups of joe and cigarettes.

> I greet the old bronze clock at Herald Square
> With ragged vagabonds, and fond regrets
> Of cocktail-colored dances, unbound hair
> And Cinderella eyes lost in the blur
> Of midnight faces, heavy-lidded lies.

> The new day beckons, Broadway buskers stir
> Sweat suits give way to button shirts and ties
> Newstands roll up their gates as pushbrooms sweep
> The shadow-remnants of the night aside.

> I wander through the crowds, too tired to sleep
> Too spent to keep the pace; I opt to hide
> Inside a small café, as sunbeams spill
> Their contents 'cross a pigeon-feathered sky.

> The morning calls, but I have had my fill
> With alabaster hopes of wealth and fame
> I nurse my coffee, watch the day slip by
> And wonder why I'd never asked her name.

> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w0NhytKdNLg

> vs

> Rhapsody on a Windy Night
> T. S. Eliot - 1888-1965

> Twelve o'clock.
> Along the reaches of the street
> Held in a lunar synthesis,
> Whispering lunar incantations
> Dissolve the floors of memory
> And all its clear relations,
> Its divisions and precisions.
> Every street lamp that I pass
> Beats like a fatalistic drum,
> And through the spaces of the dark
> Midnight shakes the memory
> As a madman shakes a dead geranium.

>    Half-past one,
> The street-lamp sputtered,
> The street-lamp muttered,
> The street-lamp said, "Regard that woman
> Who hesitates toward you in the light of the door
> Which opens on her like a grin.
> You see the border of her dress
> Is torn and stained with sand,
> And you see the corner of her eye
> Twists like a crooked pin."

>    The memory throws up high and dry
> A crowd of twisted things;
> A twisted branch upon the beach
> Eaten smooth, and polished
> As if the world gave up
> The secret of its skeleton,
> Stiff and white.
> A broken spring in a factory yard,
> Rust that clings to the form that the strength has left
> Hard and curled and ready to snap.

>    Half-past two,
> The street-lamp said,
> "Remark the cat which flattens itself in the gutter,
> Slips out its tongue
> And devours a morsel of rancid butter."
> So the hand of the child, automatic,
> Slipped out and pocketed a toy that was running along the quay.
> I could see nothing behind that child's eye.
> I have seen eyes in the street
> Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
> And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
> An old crab with barnacles on his back,
> Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.

>    Half-past three,
> The lamp sputtered,
> The lamp muttered in the dark.
> The lamp hummed:
> "Regard the moon,
> La lune ne garde aucune rancune,
> She winks a feeble eye,
> She smiles into corners.
> She smooths the hair of the grass.
> The moon has lost her memory.
> A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
> Her hand twists a paper rose,
> That smells of dust and eau de Cologne,
> She is alone
> With all the old nocturnal smells
> That cross and cross across her brain."
> The reminiscence comes
> Of sunless dry geraniums
> And dust in crevices,
> Smells of chestnuts in the streets,
> And female smells in shuttered rooms,
> And cigarettes in corridors
> And cocktail smells in bars.

>    The lamp said,
> "Four o'clock,
> Here is the number on the door.
> Memory!
> You have the key,
> The little lamp spreads a ring on the stair.
> Mount.
> The bed is open; the tooth-brush hangs on the wall,
> Put your shoes at the door, sleep, prepare for life."

>    The last twist of the knife.

I didn't request it, but indulge yourself.

:)

General-Zod wrote:

> W.Dockery wrote:

>> Coco DeSockmonkey wrote:

>>> On Tuesday, December 27, 2022 at 6:38:18 PM UTC-5, Mack A. Damia wrote:
>>>> On Tue, 27 Dec 2022 22:33:55 +0000, will.d...@gmail.com (W.Dockery)
>>>> wrote:
>>>
>>>> >Journey in the Past
>>>> >
>>>> >Back in 1980, a long ago time
>>>> >I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
>>>> >Get off work at five
>>>> >from Harvey Lumber and Supply
>>>> >and be in Atlanta by nine.
>>>> >
>>>> >The commute was billed as express
>>>> >but was often a slow ride at best.
>>>> >The bus stopped at each town
>>>> >the driver's horn would loudly sound
>>>> >the journey put my patience to the test.
>>>> >
>>>> >Once settled in the ride was a breeze
>>>> >my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
>>>> >I'd dash out a poem
>>>> >happy to be finally going
>>>> >knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
>>>> >
>>>> >The bus rolled through little towns
>>>> >with a screeching, roaring sound.
>>>> >As the bus made the stop
>>>> >on and off folks would hop
>>>> >and soon we would again be northbound.
>>>> >
>>>> >The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
>>>> >I'd jump off for my short vacation.
>>>> >With my suitcase I'd walk
>>>> >up the long street I'd stalk
>>>> >for the next leg of my destination.
>>>> >
>>>> >Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
>>>> >with correct change I could jump on.
>>>> >Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
>>>> >watching city lights flash through the dark
>>>> >the sensation was like being stoned.
>>>> >
>>>> >Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
>>>> >was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
>>>> >I'd had a fine trip
>>>> >now it was time to slip
>>>> >Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
>>>> >
>>>> >-Will Dockery (2020)
>>>> >
>>>> >----
>>>> >From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>>>> >https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html
>>>> Very good, Will, I always enjoyed Simon and Garfunkle's "Homeward
>>>> Bound":
>>>>
>>>> "I'm sittin' in the railway station
>>>> Got a ticket for my destination, mmm
>>>> On a tour of one night stands
>>>> My suitcase and guitar in hand
>>>> And every stop is neatly planned
>>>> For a poet and a one man band."

>>> Many of us enjoy Simon and Garfunkel

>> Finally, something we can all agree on.

>

> Yes, that's certainly correct...!

Good afternoon, Zod, thanks again for the nod.

🙂

General-Zod wrote:

> Mack A. Damia wrote:

>> On Tue, 27 Dec 2022 22:33:55 +0000, will.dockery@gmail.com (W.Dockery)
>> wrote:
>>
>>>Journey in the Past
>>>
>>>Back in 1980, a long ago time
>>>I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
>>>Get off work at five
>>>from Harvey Lumber and Supply
>>>and be in Atlanta by nine.
>>>
>>>The commute was billed as express
>>>but was often a slow ride at best.
>>>The bus stopped at each town
>>>the driver's horn would loudly sound
>>>the journey put my patience to the test.
>>>
>>>Once settled in the ride was a breeze
>>>my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
>>>I'd dash out a poem
>>>happy to be finally going
>>>knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
>>>
>>>The bus rolled through little towns
>>>with a screeching, roaring sound.
>>>As the bus made the stop
>>>on and off folks would hop
>>>and soon we would again be northbound.
>>>
>>>The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
>>>I'd jump off for my short vacation.
>>>With my suitcase I'd walk
>>>up the long street I'd stalk
>>>for the next leg of my destination.
>>>
>>>Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
>>>with correct change I could jump on.
>>>Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
>>>watching city lights flash through the dark
>>>the sensation was like being stoned.
>>>
>>>Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
>>>was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
>>>I'd had a fine trip
>>>now it was time to slip
>>>Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
>>>
>>>-Will Dockery (2020)
>>>
>>>----
>>>From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>>>https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html

>> Very good, Will, I always enjoyed Simon and Garfunkle's "Homeward
>> Bound":

>> "I'm sittin' in the railway station
>> Got a ticket for my destination, mmm
>> On a tour of one night stands
>> My suitcase and guitar in hand
>> And every stop is neatly planned
>> For a poet and a one man band."

> Agreed and seconded...!

Good afternoon, my friend, and again, thanks for the positive feedback.

🙂

On Tuesday, December 27, 2022 at 7:20:13 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> Mack A. Damia wrote:
>
> > On Tue, 27 Dec 2022 22:33:55 +0000, will.d...@gmail.com (W.Dockery)
> > wrote:
>
> >>Journey in the Past
> >>
> >>Back in 1980, a long ago time
> >>I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
> >>Get off work at five
> >>from Harvey Lumber and Supply
> >>and be in Atlanta by nine.
> >>
> >>The commute was billed as express
> >>but was often a slow ride at best.
> >>The bus stopped at each town
> >>the driver's horn would loudly sound
> >>the journey put my patience to the test.
> >>
> >>Once settled in the ride was a breeze
> >>my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
> >>I'd dash out a poem
> >>happy to be finally going
> >>knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
> >>
> >>The bus rolled through little towns
> >>with a screeching, roaring sound.
> >>As the bus made the stop
> >>on and off folks would hop
> >>and soon we would again be northbound.
> >>
> >>The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
> >>I'd jump off for my short vacation.
> >>With my suitcase I'd walk
> >>up the long street I'd stalk
> >>for the next leg of my destination.
> >>
> >>Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
> >>with correct change I could jump on.
> >>Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
> >>watching city lights flash through the dark
> >>the sensation was like being stoned.
> >>
> >>Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
> >>was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
> >>I'd had a fine trip
> >>now it was time to slip
> >>Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
> >>
> >>-Will Dockery (2020)
> >>
> >>----
> >>From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> >>https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html
>
>
> > Very good, Will, I always enjoyed Simon and Garfunkle's "Homeward
> > Bound":
>
> > "I'm sittin' in the railway station
> > Got a ticket for my destination, mmm
> > On a tour of one night stands
> > My suitcase and guitar in hand
> > And every stop is neatly planned
> > For a poet and a one man band."
> Thanks for reading and commenting, I'm on the road right now, will reply more fully later.
>
> 🙂

Cool... cool... GOOD DAY to you....!

Michael Pendragon wrote:

> On Sunday, January 1, 2023 at 2:55:14 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> Coco DeSockmonkey wrote:
>>
>> > Mack A. Damia wrote:
>> >>> On Tue, 27 Dec 2022 22:33:55 +0000, will.d...@gmail.com (W.Dockery)
>> >>> wrote:
>> >
>> >>> >Journey in the Past
>> >>> >
>> >>> >Back in 1980, a long ago time
>> >>> >I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
>> >>> >Get off work at five
>> >>> >from Harvey Lumber and Supply
>> >>> >and be in Atlanta by nine.
>> >>> >
>> >>> >The commute was billed as express
>> >>> >but was often a slow ride at best.
>> >>> >The bus stopped at each town
>> >>> >the driver's horn would loudly sound
>> >>> >the journey put my patience to the test.
>> >>> >
>> >>> >Once settled in the ride was a breeze
>> >>> >my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
>> >>> >I'd dash out a poem
>> >>> >happy to be finally going
>> >>> >knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
>> >>> >
>> >>> >The bus rolled through little towns
>> >>> >with a screeching, roaring sound.
>> >>> >As the bus made the stop
>> >>> >on and off folks would hop
>> >>> >and soon we would again be northbound.
>> >>> >
>> >>> >The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
>> >>> >I'd jump off for my short vacation.
>> >>> >With my suitcase I'd walk
>> >>> >up the long street I'd stalk
>> >>> >for the next leg of my destination.
>> >>> >
>> >>> >Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
>> >>> >with correct change I could jump on.
>> >>> >Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
>> >>> >watching city lights flash through the dark
>> >>> >the sensation was like being stoned.
>> >>> >
>> >>> >Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
>> >>> >was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
>> >>> >I'd had a fine trip
>> >>> >now it was time to slip
>> >>> >Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
>> >>> >
>> >>> >-Will Dockery (2020)
>> >>> >
>> >>> >----
>> >>> >From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> >>> >https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html
>> >>> Very good, Will, I always enjoyed Simon and Garfunkle's "Homeward
>> >>> Bound":
>> >>>
>> >>> "I'm sittin' in the railway station
>> >>> Got a ticket for my destination, mmm
>> >>> On a tour of one night stands
>> >>> My suitcase and guitar in hand
>> >>> And every stop is neatly planned
>> >>> For a poet and a one man band."
>>
>> >> Many of us enjoy Simon and Garfunkel, (sp) Jake.
>>
>> >> The contrast between their lyric and the
>> Like I said, says Michael Pendragon, the delusional fuckwit who has fantasies about being a better poet than T.S. Eliot.
>>
>> HTH and HAND.

> Per your request...

I didn't request you to spam poems by T.S. Eliot and yourself, for the record, Pendragon.

:)

Will Dockery wrote:
>
> Journey in the Past

> Back in 1980, a long ago time
> I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
> Get off work at five
> from Harvey Lumber and Supply
> and be in Atlanta by nine.

> The commute was billed as express
> but was often a slow ride at best.
> The bus stopped at each town
> the driver's horn would loudly sound
> the journey put my patience to the test.

> Once settled in the ride was a breeze
> my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
> I'd dash out a poem
> happy to be finally going
> knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.

> The bus rolled through little towns
> with a screeching, roaring sound.
> As the bus made the stop
> on and off folks would hop
> and soon we would again be northbound.

> The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
> I'd jump off for my short vacation.
> With my suitcase I'd walk
> up the long street I'd stalk
> for the next leg of my destination.

> Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
> with correct change I could jump on.
> Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
> watching city lights flash through the dark
> the sensation was like being stoned.

> Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
> was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
> I'd had a fine trip
> now it was time to slip
> Into some peace and quiet for a spell.

> -Will Dockery (2020)

> ----
> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html

Second read, quite good....

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> Journey in the Past

>> Back in 1980, a long ago time
>> I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
>> Get off work at five
>> from Harvey Lumber and Supply
>> and be in Atlanta by nine.

>> The commute was billed as express
>> but was often a slow ride at best.
>> The bus stopped at each town
>> the driver's horn would loudly sound
>> the journey put my patience to the test.

>> Once settled in the ride was a breeze
>> my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
>> I'd dash out a poem
>> happy to be finally going
>> knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.

>> The bus rolled through little towns
>> with a screeching, roaring sound.
>> As the bus made the stop
>> on and off folks would hop
>> and soon we would again be northbound.

>> The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
>> I'd jump off for my short vacation.
>> With my suitcase I'd walk
>> up the long street I'd stalk
>> for the next leg of my destination.

>> Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
>> with correct change I could jump on.
>> Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
>> watching city lights flash through the dark
>> the sensation was like being stoned.

>> Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
>> was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
>> I'd had a fine trip
>> now it was time to slip
>> Into some peace and quiet for a spell.

>> -Will Dockery (2020)

>> ----
>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html

> Second read, quite good....

Good evening, thanks again.

🙂

On Tuesday, December 27, 2022 at 6:38:18 PM UTC-5, Mack A. Damia wrote:
> On Tue, 27 Dec 2022 22:33:55 +0000, will.d...@gmail.com (W.Dockery)
> wrote:
>
> >Journey in the Past
> >
> >Back in 1980, a long ago time
> >I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
> >Get off work at five
> >from Harvey Lumber and Supply
> >and be in Atlanta by nine.
> >
> >The commute was billed as express
> >but was often a slow ride at best.
> >The bus stopped at each town
> >the driver's horn would loudly sound
> >the journey put my patience to the test.
> >
> >Once settled in the ride was a breeze
> >my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
> >I'd dash out a poem
> >happy to be finally going
> >knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
> >
> >The bus rolled through little towns
> >with a screeching, roaring sound.
> >As the bus made the stop
> >on and off folks would hop
> >and soon we would again be northbound.
> >
> >The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
> >I'd jump off for my short vacation.
> >With my suitcase I'd walk
> >up the long street I'd stalk
> >for the next leg of my destination.
> >
> >Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
> >with correct change I could jump on.
> >Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
> >watching city lights flash through the dark
> >the sensation was like being stoned.
> >
> >Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
> >was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
> >I'd had a fine trip
> >now it was time to slip
> >Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
> >
> >-Will Dockery (2020)
> >
> >----
> >From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> >https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html
> Very good, Will, I always enjoyed Simon and Garfunkle's "Homeward
> Bound":
>
> "I'm sittin' in the railway station
> Got a ticket for my destination, mmm
> On a tour of one night stands
> My suitcase and guitar in hand
> And every stop is neatly planned
> For a poet and a one man band."

Good storytelling....

Zod wrote:

> On Tuesday, December 27, 2022 at 6:38:18 PM UTC-5, Mack A. Damia wrote:
>> On Tue, 27 Dec 2022 22:33:55 +0000, will.d...@gmail.com (W.Dockery)
>> wrote:
>>
>> >Journey in the Past
>> >
>> >Back in 1980, a long ago time
>> >I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
>> >Get off work at five
>> >from Harvey Lumber and Supply
>> >and be in Atlanta by nine.
>> >
>> >The commute was billed as express
>> >but was often a slow ride at best.
>> >The bus stopped at each town
>> >the driver's horn would loudly sound
>> >the journey put my patience to the test.
>> >
>> >Once settled in the ride was a breeze
>> >my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
>> >I'd dash out a poem
>> >happy to be finally going
>> >knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
>> >
>> >The bus rolled through little towns
>> >with a screeching, roaring sound.
>> >As the bus made the stop
>> >on and off folks would hop
>> >and soon we would again be northbound.
>> >
>> >The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
>> >I'd jump off for my short vacation.
>> >With my suitcase I'd walk
>> >up the long street I'd stalk
>> >for the next leg of my destination.
>> >
>> >Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
>> >with correct change I could jump on.
>> >Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
>> >watching city lights flash through the dark
>> >the sensation was like being stoned.
>> >
>> >Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
>> >was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
>> >I'd had a fine trip
>> >now it was time to slip
>> >Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
>> >
>> >-Will Dockery (2020)
>> >
>> >----
>> >From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> >https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html
>> Very good, Will, I always enjoyed Simon and Garfunkle's "Homeward
>> Bound":
>>
>> "I'm sittin' in the railway station
>> Got a ticket for my destination, mmm
>> On a tour of one night stands
>> My suitcase and guitar in hand
>> And every stop is neatly planned
>> For a poet and a one man band."

> Good storytelling....

Agreed.

Coco DeSockmonkey wrote:

> On Tuesday, December 27, 2022 at 6:38:18 PM UTC-5, Mack A. Damia wrote:
>> On Tue, 27 Dec 2022 22:33:55 +0000, will.d...@gmail.com (W.Dockery)
>> wrote:
>> >Journey in the Past
>> >
>> >Back in 1980, a long ago time
>> >I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
>> >Get off work at five
>> >from Harvey Lumber and Supply
>> >and be in Atlanta by nine.
>> >
>> >The commute was billed as express
>> >but was often a slow ride at best.
>> >The bus stopped at each town
>> >the driver's horn would loudly sound
>> >the journey put my patience to the test.
>> >
>> >Once settled in the ride was a breeze
>> >my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
>> >I'd dash out a poem
>> >happy to be finally going
>> >knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
>> >
>> >The bus rolled through little towns
>> >with a screeching, roaring sound.
>> >As the bus made the stop
>> >on and off folks would hop
>> >and soon we would again be northbound.
>> >
>> >The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
>> >I'd jump off for my short vacation.
>> >With my suitcase I'd walk
>> >up the long street I'd stalk
>> >for the next leg of my destination.
>> >
>> >Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
>> >with correct change I could jump on.
>> >Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
>> >watching city lights flash through the dark
>> >the sensation was like being stoned.
>> >
>> >Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
>> >was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
>> >I'd had a fine trip
>> >now it was time to slip
>> >Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
>> >
>> >-Will Dockery (2020)
>> >
>> >----
>> >From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> >https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html
>> Very good, Will, I always enjoyed Simon and Garfunkle's "Homeward
>> Bound":
>>
>> "I'm sittin' in the railway station
>> Got a ticket for my destination, mmm
>> On a tour of one night stands
>> My suitcase and guitar in hand
>> And every stop is neatly planned
>> For a poet and a one man band."

> Many of us enjoy Simon and Garfunkel, (sp) Jake.

> The contrast between their lyric

We are working in different forms and with different storytelling objectives, so of course there's a contrast.

HTH and HAND.

On Friday, December 30, 2022 at 4:25:09 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> On Friday, December 30, 2022 at 10:25:31 AM UTC-5, michaelmalef...@gmail.com wrote:
> >
> > Journey in the Past
> ----
> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html
> > xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
> xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
> xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
> >
> > -Will Donkey (2020)
>
> You're an obsessive little motherfucker, are you not, Penhead..?

Pendragon seems proud of the fact.

🙂

On Wednesday, December 28, 2022 at 4:30:14 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> W.Dockery wrote:
>
> > Coco DeSockmonkey wrote:
>
> >> On Tuesday, December 27, 2022 at 6:38:18 PM UTC-5, Mack A. Damia wrote:
> >>> On Tue, 27 Dec 2022 22:33:55 +0000, will.d...@gmail.com (W.Dockery)
> >>> wrote:
> >>
> >>> >Journey in the Past
> >>> >
> >>> >Back in 1980, a long ago time
> >>> >I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
> >>> >Get off work at five
> >>> >from Harvey Lumber and Supply
> >>> >and be in Atlanta by nine.
> >>> >
> >>> >The commute was billed as express
> >>> >but was often a slow ride at best.
> >>> >The bus stopped at each town
> >>> >the driver's horn would loudly sound
> >>> >the journey put my patience to the test.
> >>> >
> >>> >Once settled in the ride was a breeze
> >>> >my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
> >>> >I'd dash out a poem
> >>> >happy to be finally going
> >>> >knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
> >>> >
> >>> >The bus rolled through little towns
> >>> >with a screeching, roaring sound.
> >>> >As the bus made the stop
> >>> >on and off folks would hop
> >>> >and soon we would again be northbound.
> >>> >
> >>> >The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
> >>> >I'd jump off for my short vacation.
> >>> >With my suitcase I'd walk
> >>> >up the long street I'd stalk
> >>> >for the next leg of my destination.
> >>> >
> >>> >Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
> >>> >with correct change I could jump on.
> >>> >Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
> >>> >watching city lights flash through the dark
> >>> >the sensation was like being stoned.
> >>> >
> >>> >Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
> >>> >was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
> >>> >I'd had a fine trip
> >>> >now it was time to slip
> >>> >Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
> >>> >
> >>> >-Will Dockery (2020)
> >>> >
> >>> >----
> >>> >From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> >>> >https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html
> >>> Very good, Will, I always enjoyed Simon and Garfunkle's "Homeward
> >>> Bound":
> >>>
> >>> "I'm sittin' in the railway station
> >>> Got a ticket for my destination, mmm
> >>> On a tour of one night stands
> >>> My suitcase and guitar in hand
> >>> And every stop is neatly planned
> >>> For a poet and a one man band."
>
> >> Many of us enjoy Simon and Garfunkel
>
> > Finally, something we can all agree on.
>
>
> Yes, that's certainly correct...!

I know, right?

🙂

Michael Pendragon wrote:

> On Sunday, January 1, 2023 at 2:55:14 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> Coco DeSockmonkey wrote:
>>
>> > Mack A. Damia wrote:
>> >>> On Tue, 27 Dec 2022 22:33:55 +0000, will.d...@gmail.com (W.Dockery)
>> >>> wrote:
>> >
>> >>> >Journey in the Past
>> >>> >
>> >>> >Back in 1980, a long ago time
>> >>> >I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
>> >>> >Get off work at five
>> >>> >from Harvey Lumber and Supply
>> >>> >and be in Atlanta by nine.
>> >>> >
>> >>> >The commute was billed as express
>> >>> >but was often a slow ride at best.
>> >>> >The bus stopped at each town
>> >>> >the driver's horn would loudly sound
>> >>> >the journey put my patience to the test.
>> >>> >
>> >>> >Once settled in the ride was a breeze
>> >>> >my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
>> >>> >I'd dash out a poem
>> >>> >happy to be finally going
>> >>> >knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
>> >>> >
>> >>> >The bus rolled through little towns
>> >>> >with a screeching, roaring sound.
>> >>> >As the bus made the stop
>> >>> >on and off folks would hop
>> >>> >and soon we would again be northbound.
>> >>> >
>> >>> >The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
>> >>> >I'd jump off for my short vacation.
>> >>> >With my suitcase I'd walk
>> >>> >up the long street I'd stalk
>> >>> >for the next leg of my destination.
>> >>> >
>> >>> >Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
>> >>> >with correct change I could jump on.
>> >>> >Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
>> >>> >watching city lights flash through the dark
>> >>> >the sensation was like being stoned.
>> >>> >
>> >>> >Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
>> >>> >was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
>> >>> >I'd had a fine trip
>> >>> >now it was time to slip
>> >>> >Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
>> >>> >
>> >>> >-Will Dockery (2020)
>> >>> >
>> >>> >----
>> >>> >From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> >>> >https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html
>> >>> Very good, Will, I always enjoyed Simon and Garfunkle's "Homeward
>> >>> Bound":
>> >>>
>> >>> "I'm sittin' in the railway station
>> >>> Got a ticket for my destination, mmm
>> >>> On a tour of one night stands
>> >>> My suitcase and guitar in hand
>> >>> And every stop is neatly planned
>> >>> For a poet and a one man band."
>>
>> >> Many of us enjoy Simon and Garfunkel, (sp) Jake.
>>
>> >> The contrast between their lyric and the
>> Like I said, says Michael Pendragon, the delusional fuckwit who has fantasies about being a better poet than T.S. Eliot.
>>
>> HTH and HAND.

> Per your request...

> DAYBREAK
> M.M. Pendragon
> (Inspired by "Rhapsody on a Windy Night," by T.S. Eliot)

<snip>

> The moonlit
> Put your shoes at the door, sleep, prepare for life."

>    The last twist of the knife.

Spam much, pendragon?

:)

Zod wrote:

> On Wednesday, December 28, 2022 at 9:50:16 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> Michael Pendragon wrote:
>> > On Wednesday, December 28, 2022 at 4:30:14 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
>> >> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> >> >>> >Journey in the Past
>> >> >>> >
>> >> >>> >Back in 1980, a long ago time
>> >> >>> >I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
>> >> >>> >Get off work at five
>> >> >>> >from Harvey Lumber and Supply
>> >> >>> >and be in Atlanta by nine.
>> >> >>> >
>> >> >>> >The commute was billed as express
>> >> >>> >but was often a slow ride at best.
>> >> >>> >The bus stopped at each town
>> >> >>> >the driver's horn would loudly sound
>> >> >>> >the journey put my patience to the test.
>> >> >>> >
>> >> >>> >Once settled in the ride was a breeze
>> >> >>> >my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
>> >> >>> >I'd dash out a poem
>> >> >>> >happy to be finally going
>> >> >>> >knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
>> >> >>> >
>> >> >>> >The bus rolled through little towns
>> >> >>> >with a screeching, roaring sound.
>> >> >>> >As the bus made the stop
>> >> >>> >on and off folks would hop
>> >> >>> >and soon we would again be northbound.
>> >> >>> >
>> >> >>> >The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
>> >> >>> >I'd jump off for my short vacation.
>> >> >>> >With my suitcase I'd walk
>> >> >>> >up the long street I'd stalk
>> >> >>> >for the next leg of my destination.
>> >> >>> >
>> >> >>> >Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
>> >> >>> >with correct change I could jump on.
>> >> >>> >Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
>> >> >>> >watching city lights flash through the dark
>> >> >>> >the sensation was like being stoned.
>> >> >>> >
>> >> >>> >Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
>> >> >>> >was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
>> >> >>> >I'd had a fine trip
>> >> >>> >now it was time to slip
>> >> >>> >Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
>> >> >>> >
>> >> >>> >-Will Dockery (2020)
>> >> >>> >
>> >> >>> >----
>> >> >>> >From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> >> >>> >https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html
>> >> >>> Very good, Will, I always enjoyed Simon and Garfunkle's "Homeward
>> >> >>> Bound":
>> >> >>>
>> >> >>> "I'm sittin' in the railway station
>> >> >>> Got a ticket for my destination, mmm
>> >> >>> On a tour of one night stands
>> >> >>> My suitcase and guitar in hand
>> >> >>> And every stop is neatly planned
>> >> >>> For a poet and a one man band."
>>
>> >> > > Many of us enjoy Simon and Garfunkel, (sp) Jake.
>> >> > >
>> >> > > The contrast between their lyric and the Donkey's doggerel speaks volumes.
>>
>> >> > Finally, something we can all agree on.
>> >>
>> >
>> >> Yes, that's certainly correct...!
>>
>> > Aw...
>> Stop your sobbing, Pendragon
>>
>> Here, Pendragon:
>>
>> https://www.reverbnation.com/main/charts/Local/rock?artist_id=413260
>>
>> HTH and HAND.

> Congrats and kudos for hitting the Number One spot again, Doc.....!

Thanks again, Zod.

🙂

od wrote:

> On Wednesday, December 28, 2022 at 9:50:16 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> Michael Pendragon wrote:
>> > On Wednesday, December 28, 2022 at 4:30:14 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
>> >> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> >> >>> >Journey in the Past
>> >> >>> >
>> >> >>> >Back in 1980, a long ago time
>> >> >>> >I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
>> >> >>> >Get off work at five
>> >> >>> >from Harvey Lumber and Supply
>> >> >>> >and be in Atlanta by nine.
>> >> >>> >
>> >> >>> >The commute was billed as express
>> >> >>> >but was often a slow ride at best.
>> >> >>> >The bus stopped at each town
>> >> >>> >the driver's horn would loudly sound
>> >> >>> >the journey put my patience to the test.
>> >> >>> >
>> >> >>> >Once settled in the ride was a breeze
>> >> >>> >my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
>> >> >>> >I'd dash out a poem
>> >> >>> >happy to be finally going
>> >> >>> >knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
>> >> >>> >
>> >> >>> >The bus rolled through little towns
>> >> >>> >with a screeching, roaring sound.
>> >> >>> >As the bus made the stop
>> >> >>> >on and off folks would hop
>> >> >>> >and soon we would again be northbound.
>> >> >>> >
>> >> >>> >The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
>> >> >>> >I'd jump off for my short vacation.
>> >> >>> >With my suitcase I'd walk
>> >> >>> >up the long street I'd stalk
>> >> >>> >for the next leg of my destination.
>> >> >>> >
>> >> >>> >Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
>> >> >>> >with correct change I could jump on.
>> >> >>> >Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
>> >> >>> >watching city lights flash through the dark
>> >> >>> >the sensation was like being stoned.
>> >> >>> >
>> >> >>> >Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
>> >> >>> >was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
>> >> >>> >I'd had a fine trip
>> >> >>> >now it was time to slip
>> >> >>> >Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
>> >> >>> >
>> >> >>> >-Will Dockery (2020)
>> >> >>> >
>> >> >>> >----
>> >> >>> >From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> >> >>> >https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html
>> >> >>> Very good, Will, I always enjoyed Simon and Garfunkle's "Homeward
>> >> >>> Bound":
>> >> >>>
>> >> >>> "I'm sittin' in the railway station
>> >> >>> Got a ticket for my destination, mmm
>> >> >>> On a tour of one night stands
>> >> >>> My suitcase and guitar in hand
>> >> >>> And every stop is neatly planned
>> >> >>> For a poet and a one man band."
>>
>> >> > > Many of us enjoy Simon and Garfunkel, (sp) Jake.
>> >> > >
>> >> > > The contrast between their lyric and the Donkey's doggerel speaks volumes.
>>
>> >> > Finally, something we can all agree on.
>> >>
>> >
>> >> Yes, that's certainly correct...!
>>
>> > Aw...
>> Stop your sobbing, Pendragon
>>
>> Here, Pendragon:
>>
>> https://www.reverbnation.com/main/charts/Local/rock?artist_id=413260
>>
>> HTH and HAND.

> Congrats and kudos for hitting the Number One spot again, Doc.....!

Thanks again for the nod, Zod.

🙂

General-Zod wrote:

> W.Dockery wrote:

>> Coco DeSockmonkey wrote:

>>> On Tuesday, December 27, 2022 at 6:38:18 PM UTC-5, Mack A. Damia wrote:
>>>> On Tue, 27 Dec 2022 22:33:55 +0000, will.d...@gmail.com (W.Dockery)
>>>> wrote:
>>>
>>>> >Journey in the Past
>>>> >
>>>> >Back in 1980, a long ago time
>>>> >I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
>>>> >Get off work at five
>>>> >from Harvey Lumber and Supply
>>>> >and be in Atlanta by nine.
>>>> >
>>>> >The commute was billed as express
>>>> >but was often a slow ride at best.
>>>> >The bus stopped at each town
>>>> >the driver's horn would loudly sound
>>>> >the journey put my patience to the test.
>>>> >
>>>> >Once settled in the ride was a breeze
>>>> >my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
>>>> >I'd dash out a poem
>>>> >happy to be finally going
>>>> >knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
>>>> >
>>>> >The bus rolled through little towns
>>>> >with a screeching, roaring sound.
>>>> >As the bus made the stop
>>>> >on and off folks would hop
>>>> >and soon we would again be northbound.
>>>> >
>>>> >The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
>>>> >I'd jump off for my short vacation.
>>>> >With my suitcase I'd walk
>>>> >up the long street I'd stalk
>>>> >for the next leg of my destination.
>>>> >
>>>> >Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
>>>> >with correct change I could jump on.
>>>> >Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
>>>> >watching city lights flash through the dark
>>>> >the sensation was like being stoned.
>>>> >
>>>> >Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
>>>> >was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
>>>> >I'd had a fine trip
>>>> >now it was time to slip
>>>> >Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
>>>> >
>>>> >-Will Dockery (2020)
>>>> >
>>>> >----
>>>> >From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>>>> >https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html
>>>> Very good, Will, I always enjoyed Simon and Garfunkle's "Homeward
>>>> Bound":
>>>>
>>>> "I'm sittin' in the railway station
>>>> Got a ticket for my destination, mmm
>>>> On a tour of one night stands
>>>> My suitcase and guitar in hand
>>>> And every stop is neatly planned
>>>> For a poet and a one man band."

>>> Many of us enjoy Simon and Garfunkel

>> Finally, something we can all agree on.

>

> Yes, that's certainly correct...!

I know, right?

🙂

General-Zod wrote:

> W.Dockery wrote:

>> Coco DeSockmonkey wrote:

>>> On Tuesday, December 27, 2022 at 6:38:18 PM UTC-5, Mack A. Damia wrote:
>>>> On Tue, 27 Dec 2022 22:33:55 +0000, will.d...@gmail.com (W.Dockery)
>>>> wrote:
>>>
>>>> >Journey in the Past
>>>> >
>>>> >Back in 1980, a long ago time
>>>> >I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
>>>> >Get off work at five
>>>> >from Harvey Lumber and Supply
>>>> >and be in Atlanta by nine.
>>>> >
>>>> >The commute was billed as express
>>>> >but was often a slow ride at best.
>>>> >The bus stopped at each town
>>>> >the driver's horn would loudly sound
>>>> >the journey put my patience to the test.
>>>> >
>>>> >Once settled in the ride was a breeze
>>>> >my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
>>>> >I'd dash out a poem
>>>> >happy to be finally going
>>>> >knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
>>>> >
>>>> >The bus rolled through little towns
>>>> >with a screeching, roaring sound.
>>>> >As the bus made the stop
>>>> >on and off folks would hop
>>>> >and soon we would again be northbound.
>>>> >
>>>> >The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
>>>> >I'd jump off for my short vacation.
>>>> >With my suitcase I'd walk
>>>> >up the long street I'd stalk
>>>> >for the next leg of my destination.
>>>> >
>>>> >Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
>>>> >with correct change I could jump on.
>>>> >Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
>>>> >watching city lights flash through the dark
>>>> >the sensation was like being stoned.
>>>> >
>>>> >Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
>>>> >was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
>>>> >I'd had a fine trip
>>>> >now it was time to slip
>>>> >Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
>>>> >
>>>> >-Will Dockery (2020)
>>>> >
>>>> >----
>>>> >From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>>>> >https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html
>>>> Very good, Will, I always enjoyed Simon and Garfunkle's "Homeward
>>>> Bound":
>>>>
>>>> "I'm sittin' in the railway station
>>>> Got a ticket for my destination, mmm
>>>> On a tour of one night stands
>>>> My suitcase and guitar in hand
>>>> And every stop is neatly planned
>>>> For a poet and a one man band."

>>> Many of us enjoy Simon and Garfunkel

>> Finally, something we can all agree on.

>

> Yes, that's certainly correct...!

Good morning my friend.

🙂

On Tuesday, January 17, 2023 at 2:40:13 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> General-Zod wrote:
>
> > W.Dockery wrote:
>
> >> Coco DeSockmonkey wrote:
>
> >>> On Tuesday, December 27, 2022 at 6:38:18 PM UTC-5, Mack A. Damia wrote:
> >>>> On Tue, 27 Dec 2022 22:33:55 +0000, will.d...@gmail.com (W.Dockery)
> >>>> wrote:
> >>>
> >>>> >Journey in the Past
> >>>> >
> >>>> >Back in 1980, a long ago time
> >>>> >I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
> >>>> >Get off work at five
> >>>> >from Harvey Lumber and Supply
> >>>> >and be in Atlanta by nine.
> >>>> >
> >>>> >The commute was billed as express
> >>>> >but was often a slow ride at best.
> >>>> >The bus stopped at each town
> >>>> >the driver's horn would loudly sound
> >>>> >the journey put my patience to the test.
> >>>> >
> >>>> >Once settled in the ride was a breeze
> >>>> >my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
> >>>> >I'd dash out a poem
> >>>> >happy to be finally going
> >>>> >knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
> >>>> >
> >>>> >The bus rolled through little towns
> >>>> >with a screeching, roaring sound.
> >>>> >As the bus made the stop
> >>>> >on and off folks would hop
> >>>> >and soon we would again be northbound.
> >>>> >
> >>>> >The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
> >>>> >I'd jump off for my short vacation.
> >>>> >With my suitcase I'd walk
> >>>> >up the long street I'd stalk
> >>>> >for the next leg of my destination.
> >>>> >
> >>>> >Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
> >>>> >with correct change I could jump on.
> >>>> >Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
> >>>> >watching city lights flash through the dark
> >>>> >the sensation was like being stoned.
> >>>> >
> >>>> >Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
> >>>> >was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
> >>>> >I'd had a fine trip
> >>>> >now it was time to slip
> >>>> >Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
> >>>> >
> >>>> >-Will Dockery (2020)
> >>>> >
> >>>> >----
> >>>> >From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> >>>> >https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html
> >>>> Very good, Will, I always enjoyed Simon and Garfunkle's "Homeward
> >>>> Bound":
> >>>>
> >>>> "I'm sittin' in the railway station
> >>>> Got a ticket for my destination, mmm
> >>>> On a tour of one night stands
> >>>> My suitcase and guitar in hand
> >>>> And every stop is neatly planned
> >>>> For a poet and a one man band."
>
> >>> Many of us enjoy Simon and Garfunkel
>
> >> Finally, something we can all agree on.
>
> >
>
> > Yes, that's certainly correct...!
> Good morning my friend.

"Thanks for the pull on my pid, General Did
I'll flip my lid when you find where it's hid
Under my fat like a flat katydid
So thanks for the pull on my pid, General Did."
-- Will Donkey, from The Shitholeville Mythos