General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> Winter Ghost (Taking A Time Out)

>> I woke up the next morning
>> with freeze frame memories
>> in that February gloom.

>> Stepped out of the
>> creepy boarding house
>> locked the door
>> to my little room.

>> Walked across the park
>> to that little creek
>> I saw Paige across the way
>> roller skating on the ice.

>> I had an awareness
>> of her copper colored eyes.

>> interlude
>> from the days of love and rage.
>> She smiles through the mist
>> she turns the page.

>> It was cold
>> the sky was grey
>> I lit my pipe
>> there was a little spark
>> of flame.

>> Paige skated over
>> and sat next to me
>> by that old abandoned train.

>> We talked of airwaves and poetry
>> and a mansion on the hill.

>> But now
>> everything's changed
>> I don't even know how
>> I guess I never will.

>> Taking a time out
>> from the love and rage
>> Paige waves sideways
>> as she skates away
>> she turns the page.

>> It's been forty years now
>> I went back
>> and retraced my steps.

>> Walked by and looked
>> where the old boarding house was
>> there was nothing of it left.

>> I walked across the park
>> to that little creek
>> I sat down under
>> that same old tree.

>> I felt a little tingle
>> in the air,
>> I felt like her ghost
>> was sitting there with me.

>> Interlude
>> from the days of love and rage.

>> Paige smiles at me
>> through the mist
>> like a winter ghost
>> then she fades away.

>> -Will Dockery 2020

>> ----
>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/04/taking-time-out-i-woke-up-next-morning.html

>> (Reposted for George J. Dance)

> Cool poem.... good choice......!

Good afternoon, thanks again for the positive feedback.

Coco DeSockmonkey wrote:

> On Tuesday, January 17, 2023 at 1:25:13 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> Zod wrote:
>>
>> > On Sunday, January 15, 2023 at 3:30:13 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> >>
>> >> > Winter Ghost (Taking A Time Out)
>> >>
>> >> > I woke up the next morning
>> >> > with freeze frame memories
>> >> > in that February gloom.
>> >>
>> >> > Stepped out of the
>> >> > creepy boarding house
>> >> > locked the door
>> >> > to my little room.
>> >>
>> >> > Walked across the park
>> >> > to that little creek
>> >> > I saw Paige across the way
>> >> > roller skating on the ice.
>> >>
>> >> > I had an awareness
>> >> > of her copper colored eyes.
>> >>
>> >> > interlude
>> >> > from the days of love and rage.
>> >> > She smiles through the mist
>> >> > she turns the page.
>> >>
>> >> > It was cold
>> >> > the sky was grey
>> >> > I lit my pipe
>> >> > there was a little spark
>> >> > of flame.
>> >>
>> >> > Paige skated over
>> >> > and sat next to me
>> >> > by that old abandoned train.
>> >>
>> >> > We talked of airwaves and poetry
>> >> > and a mansion on the hill.
>> >>
>> >> > But now
>> >> > everything's changed
>> >> > I don't even know how
>> >> > I guess I never will.
>> >>
>> >> > Taking a time out
>> >> > from the love and rage
>> >> > Paige waves sideways
>> >> > as she skates away
>> >> > she turns the page.
>> >>
>> >> > It's been forty years now
>> >> > I went back
>> >> > and retraced my steps.
>> >>
>> >> > Walked by and looked
>> >> > where the old boarding house was
>> >> > there was nothing of it left.
>> >>
>> >> > I walked across the park
>> >> > to that little creek
>> >> > I sat down under
>> >> > that same old tree.
>> >>
>> >> > I felt a little tingle
>> >> > in the air,
>> >> > I felt like her ghost
>> >> > was sitting there with me.
>> >>
>> >> > Interlude
>> >> > from the days of love and rage.
>> >>
>> >> > Paige smiles at me
>> >> > through the mist
>> >> > like a winter ghost
>> >> > then she fades away.
>> >>
>> >> > -Will Dockery 2020
>> >>
>> >> > ----
>> >> > From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> >> > https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/04/taking-time-out-i-woke-up-next-morning.html
>> >>
>> >> > (Reposted for George J. Dance)
>> >> Lest we forget.
>> >>
>> >> 🙂
>>
>> > Cool....!
>>
>> > Cool.....
>> Good afternoon, Zod, thanks again for the nod.

> "I love when you

Obviously.

🙂

General-Zod wrote:

> George Dance wrote:

>> On Thursday, January 19, 2023 at 10:10:14 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>>> George Dance wrote:
>>>
>>> > On Tuesday, January 10, 2023 at 4:50:13 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>>> >
>>> >> Winter Ghost (Taking A Time Out)
>>> >>
>>> >> I woke up the next morning
>>> >> with freeze frame memories
>>> >> in that February gloom.
>>> >>
>>> >> Stepped out of the
>>> >> creepy boarding house
>>> >> locked the door
>>> >> to my little room.
>>> >>
>>> >> Walked across the park
>>> >> to that little creek
>>> >> I saw Paige across the way
>>> >> roller skating on the ice.
>>> >>
>>> >> I had an awareness
>>> >> of her copper colored eyes.
>>> >>
>>> >> interlude
>>> >> from the days of love and rage.
>>> >> She smiles through the mist
>>> >> she turns the page.
>>> >>
>>> >> It was cold
>>> >> the sky was grey
>>> >> I lit my pipe
>>> >> there was a little spark
>>> >> of flame.
>>> >>
>>> >> Paige skated over
>>> >> and sat next to me
>>> >> by that old abandoned train.
>>> >>
>>> >> We talked of airwaves and poetry
>>> >> and a mansion on the hill.
>>> >>
>>> >> But now
>>> >> everything's changed
>>> >> I don't even know how
>>> >> I guess I never will.
>>> >>
>>> >> Taking a time out
>>> >> from the love and rage
>>> >> Paige waves sideways
>>> >> as she skates away
>>> >> she turns the page.
>>> >>
>>> >> It's been forty years now
>>> >> I went back
>>> >> and retraced my steps.
>>> >>
>>> >> Walked by and looked
>>> >> where the old boarding house was
>>> >> there was nothing of it left.
>>> >>
>>> >> I walked across the park
>>> >> to that little creek
>>> >> I sat down under
>>> >> that same old tree.
>>> >>
>>> >> I felt a little tingle
>>> >> in the air,
>>> >> I felt like her ghost
>>> >> was sitting there with me.
>>> >>
>>> >> Interlude
>>> >> from the days of love and rage.
>>> >>
>>> >> Paige smiles at me
>>> >> through the mist
>>> >> like a winter ghost
>>> >> then she fades away.
>>> >>
>>> >> -Will Dockery 2020
>>> >>
>>> >> ----
>>> >> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>>> >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/04/taking-time-out-i-woke-up-next-morning.html
>>> >>
>>> >> (Reposted for George J. Dance)
>>> Thanks for selecting this poem for the PPB, George.

>> It's on the list for February. You may be happy to know that right now that list has only you and Edgar Allan Poe. (I've decided to use "To Helen" on Valentine's Day).

> Out-damned-standing......!

Good morning, thanks again.

Coco DeSockmonkey wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>> Zod wrote:
>> > On Monday, January 23, 2023 at 3:30:13 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>
>> >> > Winter Ghost (Taking A Time Out)
>> >>
>> >> > I woke up the next morning
>> >> > with freeze frame memories
>> >> > in that February gloom.
>> >>
>> >> > Stepped out of the
>> >> > creepy boarding house
>> >> > locked the door
>> >> > to my little room.
>> >>
>> >> > Walked across the park
>> >> > to that little creek
>> >> > I saw Paige across the way
>> >> > roller skating on the ice.
>> >>
>> >> > I had an awareness
>> >> > of her copper colored eyes.
>> >>
>> >> > interlude
>> >> > from the days of love and rage.
>> >> > She smiles through the mist
>> >> > she turns the page.
>> >>
>> >> > It was cold
>> >> > the sky was grey
>> >> > I lit my pipe
>> >> > there was a little spark
>> >> > of flame.
>> >>
>> >> > Paige skated over
>> >> > and sat next to me
>> >> > by that old abandoned train.
>> >>
>> >> > We talked of airwaves and poetry
>> >> > and a mansion on the hill.
>> >>
>> >> > But now
>> >> > everything's changed
>> >> > I don't even know how
>> >> > I guess I never will.
>> >>
>> >> > Taking a time out
>> >> > from the love and rage
>> >> > Paige waves sideways
>> >> > as she skates away
>> >> > she turns the page.
>> >>
>> >> > It's been forty years now
>> >> > I went back
>> >> > and retraced my steps.
>> >>
>> >> > Walked by and looked
>> >> > where the old boarding house was
>> >> > there was nothing of it left.
>> >>
>> >> > I walked across the park
>> >> > to that little creek
>> >> > I sat down under
>> >> > that same old tree.
>> >>
>> >> > I felt a little tingle
>> >> > in the air,
>> >> > I felt like her ghost
>> >> > was sitting there with me.
>> >>
>> >> > Interlude
>> >> > from the days of love and rage.
>> >>
>> >> > Paige smiles at me
>> >> > through the mist
>> >> > like a winter ghost
>> >> > then she fades away.
>> >>
>> >> > -Will Dockery 2020
>> >>
>> >> > ----
>> >> > From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> >> > https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/04/taking-time-out-i-woke-up-next-morning.html
>> >>
>> >> > (Reposted for George J. Dance)
>> >> Lest we forget.
>> >>
>> >> 🙂
>>
>> > Cool....!
>>
>> > Cool.....
>> Good afternoon, Zod, thanks again for the nod.

> "I love

You do seem smitten with Doc, Penhead.... ha ha ha ha.....

General-Zod wrote:

> Coco DeSockmonkey wrote:

>> Will Dockery wrote:
>>> Zod wrote:
>>> > On Monday, January 23, 2023 at 3:30:13 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>>> >> > Winter Ghost (Taking A Time Out)
>>> >>
>>> >> > I woke up the next morning
>>> >> > with freeze frame memories
>>> >> > in that February gloom.
>>> >>
>>> >> > Stepped out of the
>>> >> > creepy boarding house
>>> >> > locked the door
>>> >> > to my little room.
>>> >>
>>> >> > Walked across the park
>>> >> > to that little creek
>>> >> > I saw Paige across the way
>>> >> > roller skating on the ice.
>>> >>
>>> >> > I had an awareness
>>> >> > of her copper colored eyes.
>>> >>
>>> >> > interlude
>>> >> > from the days of love and rage.
>>> >> > She smiles through the mist
>>> >> > she turns the page.
>>> >>
>>> >> > It was cold
>>> >> > the sky was grey
>>> >> > I lit my pipe
>>> >> > there was a little spark
>>> >> > of flame.
>>> >>
>>> >> > Paige skated over
>>> >> > and sat next to me
>>> >> > by that old abandoned train.
>>> >>
>>> >> > We talked of airwaves and poetry
>>> >> > and a mansion on the hill.
>>> >>
>>> >> > But now
>>> >> > everything's changed
>>> >> > I don't even know how
>>> >> > I guess I never will.
>>> >>
>>> >> > Taking a time out
>>> >> > from the love and rage
>>> >> > Paige waves sideways
>>> >> > as she skates away
>>> >> > she turns the page.
>>> >>
>>> >> > It's been forty years now
>>> >> > I went back
>>> >> > and retraced my steps.
>>> >>
>>> >> > Walked by and looked
>>> >> > where the old boarding house was
>>> >> > there was nothing of it left.
>>> >>
>>> >> > I walked across the park
>>> >> > to that little creek
>>> >> > I sat down under
>>> >> > that same old tree.
>>> >>
>>> >> > I felt a little tingle
>>> >> > in the air,
>>> >> > I felt like her ghost
>>> >> > was sitting there with me.
>>> >>
>>> >> > Interlude
>>> >> > from the days of love and rage.
>>> >>
>>> >> > Paige smiles at me
>>> >> > through the mist
>>> >> > like a winter ghost
>>> >> > then she fades away.
>>> >>
>>> >> > -Will Dockery 2020
>>> >>
>>> >> > ----
>>> >> > From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>>> >> > https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/04/taking-time-out-i-woke-up-next-morning.html
>>> >>
>>> >> > (Reposted for George J. Dance)
>>> >> Lest we forget.
>>> >>
>>> >> 🙂
>>>
>>> > Cool....!
>>>
>>> > Cool.....
>>> Good afternoon, Zod, thanks again for the nod.

>> "I love

> You do seem smitten with Doc, Penhead.... ha ha ha ha.....

Michael Pendragon is obviously a bit obsessed with you and Mike as well.

🙂

George Dance wrote:
> Will Dockery wrote:
>
> > >> Winter Ghost (Taking A Time Out)
> > >>
> > >> I woke up the next morning
> > >> with freeze frame memories
> > >> in that February gloom.
> > >>
> > >> Stepped out of the
> > >> creepy boarding house
> > >> locked the door
> > >> to my little room.
> > >>
> > >> Walked across the park
> > >> to that little creek
> > >> I saw Paige across the way
> > >> roller skating on the ice.
> > >>
> > >> I had an awareness
> > >> of her copper colored eyes.
> > >>
> > >> interlude
> > >> from the days of love and rage.
> > >> She smiles through the mist
> > >> she turns the page.
> > >>
> > >> It was cold
> > >> the sky was grey
> > >> I lit my pipe
> > >> there was a little spark
> > >> of flame.
> > >>
> > >> Paige skated over
> > >> and sat next to me
> > >> by that old abandoned train.
> > >>
> > >> We talked of airwaves and poetry
> > >> and a mansion on the hill.
> > >>
> > >> But now
> > >> everything's changed
> > >> I don't even know how
> > >> I guess I never will.
> > >>
> > >> Taking a time out
> > >> from the love and rage
> > >> Paige waves sideways
> > >> as she skates away
> > >> she turns the page.
> > >>
> > >> It's been forty years now
> > >> I went back
> > >> and retraced my steps.
> > >>
> > >> Walked by and looked
> > >> where the old boarding house was
> > >> there was nothing of it left.
> > >>
> > >> I walked across the park
> > >> to that little creek
> > >> I sat down under
> > >> that same old tree.
> > >>
> > >> I felt a little tingle
> > >> in the air,
> > >> I felt like her ghost
> > >> was sitting there with me.
> > >>
> > >> Interlude
> > >> from the days of love and rage.
> > >>
> > >> Paige smiles at me
> > >> through the mist
> > >> like a winter ghost
> > >> then she fades away.
> > >>
> > >> -Will Dockery 2020
> > >>
> > >> ----
> > >> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> > >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/04/taking-time-out-i-woke-up-next-morning.html
> > >>
> > >> (Reposted for George J. Dance)
> > Thanks for selecting this poem for the PPB, George.
>
> It's on the list for February. You may be happy to know that right now that list has only you and Edgar Allan Poe. (I've decided to use "To Helen" on Valentine's Day).

Bravo and kudos G.D.

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>> General-Zod wrote:

>>> Will Dockery wrote:
>>>>
>>>> Winter Ghost (Taking A Time Out)

>>>> I woke up the next morning
>>>> with freeze frame memories
>>>> in that February gloom.

>>>> Stepped out of the
>>>> creepy boarding house
>>>> locked the door
>>>> to my little room.

>>>> Walked across the park
>>>> to that little creek
>>>> I saw Paige across the way
>>>> roller skating on the ice.

>>>> I had an awareness
>>>> of her copper colored eyes.

>>>> interlude
>>>> from the days of love and rage.
>>>> She smiles through the mist
>>>> she turns the page.

>>>> It was cold
>>>> the sky was grey
>>>> I lit my pipe
>>>> there was a little spark
>>>> of flame.

>>>> Paige skated over
>>>> and sat next to me
>>>> by that old abandoned train.

>>>> We talked of airwaves and poetry
>>>> and a mansion on the hill.

>>>> But now
>>>> everything's changed
>>>> I don't even know how
>>>> I guess I never will.

>>>> Taking a time out
>>>> from the love and rage
>>>> Paige waves sideways
>>>> as she skates away
>>>> she turns the page.

>>>> It's been forty years now
>>>> I went back
>>>> and retraced my steps.

>>>> Walked by and looked
>>>> where the old boarding house was
>>>> there was nothing of it left.

>>>> I walked across the park
>>>> to that little creek
>>>> I sat down under
>>>> that same old tree.

>>>> I felt a little tingle
>>>> in the air,
>>>> I felt like her ghost
>>>> was sitting there with me.

>>>> Interlude
>>>> from the days of love and rage.

>>>> Paige smiles at me
>>>> through the mist
>>>> like a winter ghost
>>>> then she fades away.

>>>> -Will Dockery 2020

>>>> ----
>>>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>>>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/04/taking-time-out-i-woke-up-next-morning.html

>>>> (Reposted for George J. Dance)

>>> Cool poem.... good choice......!

>> Thanks for reading and commenting.

>

> Outstandingly....!

Good evening, thanks for the read.

:)

Will Dockery wrote:
>
> Winter Ghost (Taking A Time Out)
>
> I woke up the next morning
> with freeze frame memories
> in that February gloom.
>
> Stepped out of the
> creepy boarding house
> locked the door
> to my little room.
>
> Walked across the park
> to that little creek
> I saw Paige across the way
> roller skating on the ice.
>
> I had an awareness
> of her copper colored eyes.
>
> interlude
> from the days of love and rage.
> She smiles through the mist
> she turns the page.
>
> It was cold
> the sky was grey
> I lit my pipe
> there was a little spark
> of flame.
>
> Paige skated over
> and sat next to me
> by that old abandoned train.
>
> We talked of airwaves and poetry
> and a mansion on the hill.
>
> But now
> everything's changed
> I don't even know how
> I guess I never will.
>
> Taking a time out
> from the love and rage
> Paige waves sideways
> as she skates away
> she turns the page.
>
> It's been forty years now
> I went back
> and retraced my steps.
>
> Walked by and looked
> where the old boarding house was
> there was nothing of it left.
>
> I walked across the park
> to that little creek
> I sat down under
> that same old tree.
>
> I felt a little tingle
> in the air,
> I felt like her ghost
> was sitting there with me.
>
> Interlude
> from the days of love and rage.
>
> Paige smiles at me
> through the mist
> like a winter ghost
> then she fades away.
>
> -Will Dockery 2020
>
> ----
> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/04/taking-time-out-i-woke-up-next-morning.html
>
> (Reposted for George J. Dance)

One of the greatest of them all....

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> Winter Ghost (Taking A Time Out)

>> I woke up the next morning
>> with freeze frame memories
>> in that February gloom.

>> Stepped out of the
>> creepy boarding house
>> locked the door
>> to my little room.

>> Walked across the park
>> to that little creek
>> I saw Paige across the way
>> roller skating on the ice.

>> I had an awareness
>> of her copper colored eyes.

>> interlude
>> from the days of love and rage.
>> She smiles through the mist
>> she turns the page.

>> It was cold
>> the sky was grey
>> I lit my pipe
>> there was a little spark
>> of flame.

>> Paige skated over
>> and sat next to me
>> by that old abandoned train.

>> We talked of airwaves and poetry
>> and a mansion on the hill.

>> But now
>> everything's changed
>> I don't even know how
>> I guess I never will.

>> Taking a time out
>> from the love and rage
>> Paige waves sideways
>> as she skates away
>> she turns the page.

>> It's been forty years now
>> I went back
>> and retraced my steps.

>> Walked by and looked
>> where the old boarding house was
>> there was nothing of it left.

>> I walked across the park
>> to that little creek
>> I sat down under
>> that same old tree.

>> I felt a little tingle
>> in the air,
>> I felt like her ghost
>> was sitting there with me.

>> Interlude
>> from the days of love and rage.

>> Paige smiles at me
>> through the mist
>> like a winter ghost
>> then she fades away.

>> -Will Dockery 2020

>> ----
>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/04/taking-time-out-i-woke-up-next-morning.html

>> (Reposted for George J. Dance)

> Cool poem.... good choice......!

Setting timelines, this poem took place in early 1981,: Atlanta Georgia.

On Thursday, January 26, 2023 at 9:15:26 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> General-Zod wrote:
>
> > Will Dockery wrote:
> >>
> >> Winter Ghost (Taking A Time Out)
>
> >> I woke up the next morning
> >> with freeze frame memories
> >> in that February gloom.
>
> >> Stepped out of the
> >> creepy boarding house
> >> locked the door
> >> to my little room.
>
> >> Walked across the park
> >> to that little creek
> >> I saw Paige across the way
> >> roller skating on the ice.
>
> >> I had an awareness
> >> of her copper colored eyes.
>
> >> interlude
> >> from the days of love and rage.
> >> She smiles through the mist
> >> she turns the page.
>
> >> It was cold
> >> the sky was grey
> >> I lit my pipe
> >> there was a little spark
> >> of flame.
>
> >> Paige skated over
> >> and sat next to me
> >> by that old abandoned train.
>
> >> We talked of airwaves and poetry
> >> and a mansion on the hill.
>
> >> But now
> >> everything's changed
> >> I don't even know how
> >> I guess I never will.
>
> >> Taking a time out
> >> from the love and rage
> >> Paige waves sideways
> >> as she skates away
> >> she turns the page.
>
> >> It's been forty years now
> >> I went back
> >> and retraced my steps.
>
> >> Walked by and looked
> >> where the old boarding house was
> >> there was nothing of it left.
>
> >> I walked across the park
> >> to that little creek
> >> I sat down under
> >> that same old tree.
>
> >> I felt a little tingle
> >> in the air,
> >> I felt like her ghost
> >> was sitting there with me.
>
> >> Interlude
> >> from the days of love and rage.
>
> >> Paige smiles at me
> >> through the mist
> >> like a winter ghost
> >> then she fades away.
>
> >> -Will Dockery 2020
>
> >> ----
> >> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/04/taking-time-out-i-woke-up-next-morning.html
>
> >> (Reposted for George J. Dance)
> > Cool poem.... good choice......!
>
> Setting timelines, this poem took place in early 1981,: Atlanta Georgia.

Outstanding, makes sense now....

Zod wrote:

> On Thursday, January 26, 2023 at 9:15:26 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> General-Zod wrote:
>>
>> > Will Dockery wrote:
>> >>
>> >> Winter Ghost (Taking A Time Out)
>>
>> >> I woke up the next morning
>> >> with freeze frame memories
>> >> in that February gloom.
>>
>> >> Stepped out of the
>> >> creepy boarding house
>> >> locked the door
>> >> to my little room.
>>
>> >> Walked across the park
>> >> to that little creek
>> >> I saw Paige across the way
>> >> roller skating on the ice.
>>
>> >> I had an awareness
>> >> of her copper colored eyes.
>>
>> >> interlude
>> >> from the days of love and rage.
>> >> She smiles through the mist
>> >> she turns the page.
>>
>> >> It was cold
>> >> the sky was grey
>> >> I lit my pipe
>> >> there was a little spark
>> >> of flame.
>>
>> >> Paige skated over
>> >> and sat next to me
>> >> by that old abandoned train.
>>
>> >> We talked of airwaves and poetry
>> >> and a mansion on the hill.
>>
>> >> But now
>> >> everything's changed
>> >> I don't even know how
>> >> I guess I never will.
>>
>> >> Taking a time out
>> >> from the love and rage
>> >> Paige waves sideways
>> >> as she skates away
>> >> she turns the page.
>>
>> >> It's been forty years now
>> >> I went back
>> >> and retraced my steps.
>>
>> >> Walked by and looked
>> >> where the old boarding house was
>> >> there was nothing of it left.
>>
>> >> I walked across the park
>> >> to that little creek
>> >> I sat down under
>> >> that same old tree.
>>
>> >> I felt a little tingle
>> >> in the air,
>> >> I felt like her ghost
>> >> was sitting there with me.
>>
>> >> Interlude
>> >> from the days of love and rage.
>>
>> >> Paige smiles at me
>> >> through the mist
>> >> like a winter ghost
>> >> then she fades away.
>>
>> >> -Will Dockery 2020
>>
>> >> ----
>> >> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/04/taking-time-out-i-woke-up-next-morning.html
>>
>> >> (Reposted for George J. Dance)
>> > Cool poem.... good choice......!
>>
>> Setting timelines, this poem took place in early 1981,: Atlanta Georgia.

> Outstanding, makes sense now....

Yes, the early months of 1981 when I stayed at the boarding house on Piedmont Road, across from the park.

HTH and HAND.

Will Dockery wrote:

> Zod wrote:

>> On Thursday, January 26, 2023 at 9:15:26 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>>> General-Zod wrote:
>>>
>>> > Will Dockery wrote:
>>> >>
>>> >> Winter Ghost (Taking A Time Out)
>>>
>>> >> I woke up the next morning
>>> >> with freeze frame memories
>>> >> in that February gloom.
>>>
>>> >> Stepped out of the
>>> >> creepy boarding house
>>> >> locked the door
>>> >> to my little room.
>>>
>>> >> Walked across the park
>>> >> to that little creek
>>> >> I saw Paige across the way
>>> >> roller skating on the ice.
>>>
>>> >> I had an awareness
>>> >> of her copper colored eyes.
>>>
>>> >> interlude
>>> >> from the days of love and rage.
>>> >> She smiles through the mist
>>> >> she turns the page.
>>>
>>> >> It was cold
>>> >> the sky was grey
>>> >> I lit my pipe
>>> >> there was a little spark
>>> >> of flame.
>>>
>>> >> Paige skated over
>>> >> and sat next to me
>>> >> by that old abandoned train.
>>>
>>> >> We talked of airwaves and poetry
>>> >> and a mansion on the hill.
>>>
>>> >> But now
>>> >> everything's changed
>>> >> I don't even know how
>>> >> I guess I never will.
>>>
>>> >> Taking a time out
>>> >> from the love and rage
>>> >> Paige waves sideways
>>> >> as she skates away
>>> >> she turns the page.
>>>
>>> >> It's been forty years now
>>> >> I went back
>>> >> and retraced my steps.
>>>
>>> >> Walked by and looked
>>> >> where the old boarding house was
>>> >> there was nothing of it left.
>>>
>>> >> I walked across the park
>>> >> to that little creek
>>> >> I sat down under
>>> >> that same old tree.
>>>
>>> >> I felt a little tingle
>>> >> in the air,
>>> >> I felt like her ghost
>>> >> was sitting there with me.
>>>
>>> >> Interlude
>>> >> from the days of love and rage.
>>>
>>> >> Paige smiles at me
>>> >> through the mist
>>> >> like a winter ghost
>>> >> then she fades away.
>>>
>>> >> -Will Dockery 2020
>>>
>>> >> ----
>>> >> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>>> >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/04/taking-time-out-i-woke-up-next-morning.html
>>>
>>> >> (Reposted for George J. Dance)
>>> > Cool poem.... good choice......!
>>>
>>> Setting timelines, this poem took place in early 1981,: Atlanta Georgia.

>
> Outstanding, makes sense now....

A particularly grim time, still to be fully documented.

Will Dockery wrote:
>
> Winter Ghost (Taking A Time Out)

> I woke up the next morning
> with freeze frame memories
> in that February gloom.

> Stepped out of the
> creepy boarding house
> locked the door
> to my little room.

> Walked across the park
> to that little creek
> I saw Paige across the way
> roller skating on the ice.

> I had an awareness
> of her copper colored eyes.

> interlude
> from the days of love and rage.
> She smiles through the mist
> she turns the page.

> It was cold
> the sky was grey
> I lit my pipe
> there was a little spark
> of flame.

> Paige skated over
> and sat next to me
> by that old abandoned train.

> We talked of airwaves and poetry
> and a mansion on the hill.

> But now
> everything's changed
> I don't even know how
> I guess I never will.

> Taking a time out
> from the love and rage
> Paige waves sideways
> as she skates away
> she turns the page.

> It's been forty years now
> I went back
> and retraced my steps.

> Walked by and looked
> where the old boarding house was
> there was nothing of it left.

> I walked across the park
> to that little creek
> I sat down under
> that same old tree.

> I felt a little tingle
> in the air,
> I felt like her ghost
> was sitting there with me.

> Interlude
> from the days of love and rage.

> Paige smiles at me
> through the mist
> like a winter ghost
> then she fades away.

> -Will Dockery 2020

> ----
> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/04/taking-time-out-i-woke-up-next-morning.html

> (Reposted for George J. Dance)

G.D. will be using this in his blog....??

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> Winter Ghost (Taking A Time Out)

>> I woke up the next morning
>> with freeze frame memories
>> in that February gloom.

>> Stepped out of the
>> creepy boarding house
>> locked the door
>> to my little room.

>> Walked across the park
>> to that little creek
>> I saw Paige across the way
>> roller skating on the ice.

>> I had an awareness
>> of her copper colored eyes.

>> interlude
>> from the days of love and rage.
>> She smiles through the mist
>> she turns the page.

>> It was cold
>> the sky was grey
>> I lit my pipe
>> there was a little spark
>> of flame.

>> Paige skated over
>> and sat next to me
>> by that old abandoned train.

>> We talked of airwaves and poetry
>> and a mansion on the hill.

>> But now
>> everything's changed
>> I don't even know how
>> I guess I never will.

>> Taking a time out
>> from the love and rage
>> Paige waves sideways
>> as she skates away
>> she turns the page.

>> It's been forty years now
>> I went back
>> and retraced my steps.

>> Walked by and looked
>> where the old boarding house was
>> there was nothing of it left.

>> I walked across the park
>> to that little creek
>> I sat down under
>> that same old tree.

>> I felt a little tingle
>> in the air,
>> I felt like her ghost
>> was sitting there with me.

>> Interlude
>> from the days of love and rage.

>> Paige smiles at me
>> through the mist
>> like a winter ghost
>> then she fades away.

>> -Will Dockery 2020

>> ----
>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/04/taking-time-out-i-woke-up-next-morning.html

>> (Reposted for George J. Dance)

> G.D. will be using this in his blog....??

Yes, coming soon.

On Monday, February 6, 2023 at 7:30:23 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> General-Zod wrote:
>
> > Will Dockery wrote:
> >>
> >> Winter Ghost (Taking A Time Out)
>
> >> I woke up the next morning
> >> with freeze frame memories
> >> in that February gloom.
>
> >> Stepped out of the
> >> creepy boarding house
> >> locked the door
> >> to my little room.
>
> >> Walked across the park
> >> to that little creek
> >> I saw Paige across the way
> >> roller skating on the ice.
>
> >> I had an awareness
> >> of her copper colored eyes.
>
> >> interlude
> >> from the days of love and rage.
> >> She smiles through the mist
> >> she turns the page.
>
> >> It was cold
> >> the sky was grey
> >> I lit my pipe
> >> there was a little spark
> >> of flame.
>
> >> Paige skated over
> >> and sat next to me
> >> by that old abandoned train.
>
> >> We talked of airwaves and poetry
> >> and a mansion on the hill.
>
> >> But now
> >> everything's changed
> >> I don't even know how
> >> I guess I never will.
>
> >> Taking a time out
> >> from the love and rage
> >> Paige waves sideways
> >> as she skates away
> >> she turns the page.
>
> >> It's been forty years now
> >> I went back
> >> and retraced my steps.
>
> >> Walked by and looked
> >> where the old boarding house was
> >> there was nothing of it left.
>
> >> I walked across the park
> >> to that little creek
> >> I sat down under
> >> that same old tree.
>
> >> I felt a little tingle
> >> in the air,
> >> I felt like her ghost
> >> was sitting there with me.
>
> >> Interlude
> >> from the days of love and rage.
>
> >> Paige smiles at me
> >> through the mist
> >> like a winter ghost
> >> then she fades away.
>
> >> -Will Dockery 2020
>
> >> ----
> >> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/04/taking-time-out-i-woke-up-next-morning.html
>
> >> (Reposted for George J. Dance)
>
>
> > G.D. will be using this in his blog....??
> Yes, coming soon.
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Jan 29, 2023, 5:09:11 AM (8 days ago)
to
THE SAGA OF JORDAN T. CHASESCOTT

Uncle Isaac took his belt
And gave Young Jordy 40 welts.
Jordy grew to like the whacks
And Uncle Isaac’s touching acts.

Isaac Chase thought that Jordy was cute
'Specially dressed in his new birthday suit,
Isaac squeezed his love handles
Then blew out his candles,
Bent over and let out a "Toot!"

Isaac pulled his nephew's pid
Sucked him dry then tongued his hole;
Nephew Jordy was just a kid
When he first straddled Isaac's pole.

Isaac rode Jordy bareback at seven
And cornholed him big-time at eight
He left him creampied at eleven
And went back home to masturbate.

Isaac groped little Jordy on Friday
Isaac sucked him off Saturday night
Isaac fucked Jordy six times on Sunday
Yeah, his weekend was going alright.

There's only on "t" in "Sonnet."

Isaac nailed Jordy on summer's day.
Beneath the willow by the backdoor gate:
He squeezed his lovebuds, then he had his way
But quick release cut all too short the date;
Sometime too hot the elder Chase becomes
And often spills his load ere passion's dimm'd;
Where is the joy in picking Jordy's plums
Or planting kisses in his grass untrimm'd
When shorts are cream'd and flaccid members fail?
Thou Jordy's willing, Ike gave up the ghost;
Still discontent, he fondles Jordy's tale,
For tis the ass enamors him the most:
So long as Isaac still has eyes to see,
He'll strap one one and stick it to Jordy.

Isaac chased boys when he was a toddler
He chased toddlers when he went school,
He made brownies with them as a young man,
Stirred their pudding until he would drool.

Isaac chased little boys on the playground
Although he was a middle aged man,
Donkey punched till his mudpacker turned brown
Tho he preferred to say it was tan.
The Jordy Factor
a poem by Will Dockery as told to NancyGene

Jordy’s a good sub for dead Lady K
He jiggles his ass and says it’s foreplay
with my massive moobs that even young Clay
has to admit that he’d like to sashay
in the chorus that kicks on LeGents parquet
floor where Jordy and I rolled ‘round in May
when he visited us to show us his fey
manners and though his family’s rich, hey,
I’m not too proud to say that I’d lay
him for free and he won’t have to pay
for extras like hi there’s, night-nights and oy veys.

Isaac Chase was a pixie I knew
Who diddled his widdle nephew,
Jordy pulled Isaac's pud
But his pud was a dud
And now poor Isaac's sack has turned blue.

When Jordy was just a wee laddie
He'd pull down his pants for his daddy,
Uncle paid him a call
And buggered him raw
And Jordy cried "Uncle Ike had me."

Isaac had a young nephew named Jordy
Whose tuchus he simply adored, he
Got Jordy to bare it
That he might then share it
And buggered the boy while he roared "Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!"

Uncle Isaac didn't care for his mommy,
His classmates found him a bit balmy;
It was said that the lad
Flicked his Bic for his dad:
Now chows on Nephew Jordy's shalomi.

Uncle Isaac desired little boys
He thought Jordy had exquisite poise
For a boy not yet ten
(He preferred boys to men)
And a man must have what he enjoys.

Little Jordy was sugar and spice
So his old uncle didn't think twice
About dipping his pole
In young Jordy's piehole,
Boston cream never seemed worth the price.

Uncle Isaac's an internet troll
Who fingered his nephew's dunghole,
Isaac stuck in his thumb
And made Jordy cum
And cried "Hola, Will -- I'm on a role!"

Isaac corked up Jordy Chase's bunghole,
Chocolate cha-cha'd til morning was nigh;
Gave his nephew a sloppy Picaso
He's a fart knockin', mud packin' guy.

Jordy Chase bought his uncle a butt plug
In the hope that he'd leave him alone;
Isaac plugged up his hole
And such joy filled his soul
That he plugged Jordy's hole with his own.

Uncle Isaac's a middle aged twit
Who's been found competently unfit,
For it's said he enjoys
Gallivanting with boys
And dipping his dick in their shit.

Isaac buggered Jordy in the bedroom
Isaac buggered Jordy in the car
Isaac buggered Jordy in the Men's Room
Of LeGents', Shadowville's favorite bar.

Uncle Isaac chased Jordy around his first crib,
Uncle Isaac "fed" Jordy and splooged on his bib,
Isaac changed Jordy's diapers for open-crotch hose
Then he buggered the toddler and jizzed on his nose.

Isaac cornswabbled his nephew's dinky
Pulled his joystick as if he played Pong;
Dipped his poo jabber till it got stinky
And nicknamed his dong "Donkey Kong."

When Jordan Chasescott was a lad
His Uncle Ike wanted him bad,
With the youth in his sights
Isaac gave up his nights
To baby sit straddling his 'nads.

Uncle Isaac was more like an ant
Who would crawl down young Jordy’s pants.
Jordy’d wiggle and scratch
But Isaac attached
Himself with coagulants.

Uncle Isaac ignored his niece, Judy,
Who didn’t have quite the same booty.
So Judy was spared,
And stood there and stared,
While Jordy got it in the patootie.

When Jordy went on Price is Right
His bung-hole shown like a nightlight.
He said it was Uncle
Ike and Garfuckles
Who implanted in him a Lite-Brite.

Uncle Isaac hosted family for Easter.
He told his sister he’d feast her.
They ate honey baked ham
And rack of young lamb
While Isaac dined on Jordy’s keister.

Isaac Chased Jordan Chasescott
From when he was just a young tot.
Isaac gave him a ball
and that wasn’t all,
for his undies had X marks the spot.

Uncle Isaac would pat Jordy’s buttock
And soothe him to sleep with some smut talk.
As Joey took vids
And entertained bids,
Little Jordy’s cradle would rock.

Uncle Isaac said let’s play Cowboys,
For riding is one of my joys.
I’ll be Roy, you’ll be Trigger,
As we gallop with vigor,
And Jordy, you’ll make whinny noise.

On Wednesday, January 25, 2023 at 5:45:37 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> Will Dockery wrote:
> >
> > Winter Ghost (Taking A Time Out)
> >
> > I woke up the next morning
> > with freeze frame memories
> > in that February gloom.
> >
> > Stepped out of the
> > creepy boarding house
> > locked the door
> > to my little room.
> >
> > Walked across the park
> > to that little creek
> > I saw Paige across the way
> > roller skating on the ice.
> >
> > I had an awareness
> > of her copper colored eyes.
> >
> > interlude
> > from the days of love and rage.
> > She smiles through the mist
> > she turns the page.
> >
> > It was cold
> > the sky was grey
> > I lit my pipe
> > there was a little spark
> > of flame.
> >
> > Paige skated over
> > and sat next to me
> > by that old abandoned train.
> >
> > We talked of airwaves and poetry
> > and a mansion on the hill.
> >
> > But now
> > everything's changed
> > I don't even know how
> > I guess I never will.
> >
> > Taking a time out
> > from the love and rage
> > Paige waves sideways
> > as she skates away
> > she turns the page.
> >
> > It's been forty years now
> > I went back
> > and retraced my steps.
> >
> > Walked by and looked
> > where the old boarding house was
> > there was nothing of it left.
> >
> > I walked across the park
> > to that little creek
> > I sat down under
> > that same old tree.
> >
> > I felt a little tingle
> > in the air,
> > I felt like her ghost
> > was sitting there with me.
> >
> > Interlude
> > from the days of love and rage.
> >
> > Paige smiles at me
> > through the mist
> > like a winter ghost
> > then she fades away.
> >
> > -Will Dockery 2020
> >
> > ----
> > From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> > https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/04/taking-time-out-i-woke-up-next-morning.html
> >
> > (Reposted for George J. Dance)
> One of the greatest of them all....

Good morning, thanks again.

On Monday, February 6, 2023 at 8:12:40 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> On Wednesday, January 25, 2023 at 5:45:37 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> > Will Dockery wrote:
> > >
> > > Winter Ghost (Taking A Time Out)
> > >
> > > I woke up the next morning
> > > with freeze frame memories
> > > in that February gloom.
> > >
> > > Stepped out of the
> > > creepy boarding house
> > > locked the door
> > > to my little room.
> > >
> > > Walked across the park
> > > to that little creek
> > > I saw Paige across the way
> > > roller skating on the ice.
> > >
> > > I had an awareness
> > > of her copper colored eyes.
> > >
> > > interlude
> > > from the days of love and rage.
> > > She smiles through the mist
> > > she turns the page.
> > >
> > > It was cold
> > > the sky was grey
> > > I lit my pipe
> > > there was a little spark
> > > of flame.
> > >
> > > Paige skated over
> > > and sat next to me
> > > by that old abandoned train.
> > >
> > > We talked of airwaves and poetry
> > > and a mansion on the hill.
> > >
> > > But now
> > > everything's changed
> > > I don't even know how
> > > I guess I never will.
> > >
> > > Taking a time out
> > > from the love and rage
> > > Paige waves sideways
> > > as she skates away
> > > she turns the page.
> > >
> > > It's been forty years now
> > > I went back
> > > and retraced my steps.
> > >
> > > Walked by and looked
> > > where the old boarding house was
> > > there was nothing of it left.
> > >
> > > I walked across the park
> > > to that little creek
> > > I sat down under
> > > that same old tree.
> > >
> > > I felt a little tingle
> > > in the air,
> > > I felt like her ghost
> > > was sitting there with me.
> > >
> > > Interlude
> > > from the days of love and rage.
> > >
> > > Paige smiles at me
> > > through the mist
> > > like a winter ghost
> > > then she fades away.
> > >
> > > -Will Dockery 2020
> > >
> > > ----
> > > From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> > > https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/04/taking-time-out-i-woke-up-next-morning.html
> > >
> > > (Reposted for George J. Dance)
> > One of the greatest of them all....
> Good morning, thanks again.
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Jan 29, 2023, 5:09:11 AM (8 days ago)
to
THE SAGA OF JORDAN T. CHASESCOTT

Uncle Isaac took his belt
And gave Young Jordy 40 welts.
Jordy grew to like the whacks
And Uncle Isaac’s touching acts.

Isaac Chase thought that Jordy was cute
'Specially dressed in his new birthday suit,
Isaac squeezed his love handles
Then blew out his candles,
Bent over and let out a "Toot!"

Isaac pulled his nephew's pid
Sucked him dry then tongued his hole;
Nephew Jordy was just a kid
When he first straddled Isaac's pole.

Isaac rode Jordy bareback at seven
And cornholed him big-time at eight
He left him creampied at eleven
And went back home to masturbate.

Isaac groped little Jordy on Friday
Isaac sucked him off Saturday night
Isaac fucked Jordy six times on Sunday
Yeah, his weekend was going alright.

There's only on "t" in "Sonnet."

Isaac nailed Jordy on summer's day.
Beneath the willow by the backdoor gate:
He squeezed his lovebuds, then he had his way
But quick release cut all too short the date;
Sometime too hot the elder Chase becomes
And often spills his load ere passion's dimm'd;
Where is the joy in picking Jordy's plums
Or planting kisses in his grass untrimm'd
When shorts are cream'd and flaccid members fail?
Thou Jordy's willing, Ike gave up the ghost;
Still discontent, he fondles Jordy's tale,
For tis the ass enamors him the most:
So long as Isaac still has eyes to see,
He'll strap one one and stick it to Jordy.

Isaac chased boys when he was a toddler
He chased toddlers when he went school,
He made brownies with them as a young man,
Stirred their pudding until he would drool.

Isaac chased little boys on the playground
Although he was a middle aged man,
Donkey punched till his mudpacker turned brown
Tho he preferred to say it was tan.
The Jordy Factor
a poem by Will Dockery as told to NancyGene

Jordy’s a good sub for dead Lady K
He jiggles his ass and says it’s foreplay
with my massive moobs that even young Clay
has to admit that he’d like to sashay
in the chorus that kicks on LeGents parquet
floor where Jordy and I rolled ‘round in May
when he visited us to show us his fey
manners and though his family’s rich, hey,
I’m not too proud to say that I’d lay
him for free and he won’t have to pay
for extras like hi there’s, night-nights and oy veys.

Isaac Chase was a pixie I knew
Who diddled his widdle nephew,
Jordy pulled Isaac's pud
But his pud was a dud
And now poor Isaac's sack has turned blue.

When Jordy was just a wee laddie
He'd pull down his pants for his daddy,
Uncle paid him a call
And buggered him raw
And Jordy cried "Uncle Ike had me."

Isaac had a young nephew named Jordy
Whose tuchus he simply adored, he
Got Jordy to bare it
That he might then share it
And buggered the boy while he roared "Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!"

Uncle Isaac didn't care for his mommy,
His classmates found him a bit balmy;
It was said that the lad
Flicked his Bic for his dad:
Now chows on Nephew Jordy's shalomi.

Uncle Isaac desired little boys
He thought Jordy had exquisite poise
For a boy not yet ten
(He preferred boys to men)
And a man must have what he enjoys.

Little Jordy was sugar and spice
So his old uncle didn't think twice
About dipping his pole
In young Jordy's piehole,
Boston cream never seemed worth the price.

Uncle Isaac's an internet troll
Who fingered his nephew's dunghole,
Isaac stuck in his thumb
And made Jordy cum
And cried "Hola, Will -- I'm on a role!"

Isaac corked up Jordy Chase's bunghole,
Chocolate cha-cha'd til morning was nigh;
Gave his nephew a sloppy Picaso
He's a fart knockin', mud packin' guy.

Jordy Chase bought his uncle a butt plug
In the hope that he'd leave him alone;
Isaac plugged up his hole
And such joy filled his soul
That he plugged Jordy's hole with his own.

Uncle Isaac's a middle aged twit
Who's been found competently unfit,
For it's said he enjoys
Gallivanting with boys
And dipping his dick in their shit.

Isaac buggered Jordy in the bedroom
Isaac buggered Jordy in the car
Isaac buggered Jordy in the Men's Room
Of LeGents', Shadowville's favorite bar.

Uncle Isaac chased Jordy around his first crib,
Uncle Isaac "fed" Jordy and splooged on his bib,
Isaac changed Jordy's diapers for open-crotch hose
Then he buggered the toddler and jizzed on his nose.

Isaac cornswabbled his nephew's dinky
Pulled his joystick as if he played Pong;
Dipped his poo jabber till it got stinky
And nicknamed his dong "Donkey Kong."

When Jordan Chasescott was a lad
His Uncle Ike wanted him bad,
With the youth in his sights
Isaac gave up his nights
To baby sit straddling his 'nads.

Uncle Isaac was more like an ant
Who would crawl down young Jordy’s pants.
Jordy’d wiggle and scratch
But Isaac attached
Himself with coagulants.

Uncle Isaac ignored his niece, Judy,
Who didn’t have quite the same booty.
So Judy was spared,
And stood there and stared,
While Jordy got it in the patootie.

When Jordy went on Price is Right
His bung-hole shown like a nightlight.
He said it was Uncle
Ike and Garfuckles
Who implanted in him a Lite-Brite.

Uncle Isaac hosted family for Easter.
He told his sister he’d feast her.
They ate honey baked ham
And rack of young lamb
While Isaac dined on Jordy’s keister.

Isaac Chased Jordan Chasescott
From when he was just a young tot.
Isaac gave him a ball
and that wasn’t all,
for his undies had X marks the spot.

Uncle Isaac would pat Jordy’s buttock
And soothe him to sleep with some smut talk.
As Joey took vids
And entertained bids,
Little Jordy’s cradle would rock.

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> Winter Ghost (Taking A Time Out)

>> I woke up the next morning
>> with freeze frame memories
>> in that February gloom.

>> Stepped out of the
>> creepy boarding house
>> locked the door
>> to my little room.

>> Walked across the park
>> to that little creek
>> I saw Paige across the way
>> roller skating on the ice.

>> I had an awareness
>> of her copper colored eyes.

>> interlude
>> from the days of love and rage.
>> She smiles through the mist
>> she turns the page.

>> It was cold
>> the sky was grey
>> I lit my pipe
>> there was a little spark
>> of flame.

>> Paige skated over
>> and sat next to me
>> by that old abandoned train.

>> We talked of airwaves and poetry
>> and a mansion on the hill.

>> But now
>> everything's changed
>> I don't even know how
>> I guess I never will.

>> Taking a time out
>> from the love and rage
>> Paige waves sideways
>> as she skates away
>> she turns the page.

>> It's been forty years now
>> I went back
>> and retraced my steps.

>> Walked by and looked
>> where the old boarding house was
>> there was nothing of it left.

>> I walked across the park
>> to that little creek
>> I sat down under
>> that same old tree.

>> I felt a little tingle
>> in the air,
>> I felt like her ghost
>> was sitting there with me.

>> Interlude
>> from the days of love and rage.

>> Paige smiles at me
>> through the mist
>> like a winter ghost
>> then she fades away.

>> -Will Dockery 2020

>> ----
>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/04/taking-time-out-i-woke-up-next-morning.html

>> (Reposted for George J. Dance)

> Cool poem.... good choice......!

Good afternoon, thanks again.

On Monday, February 6, 2023 at 12:55:13 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> General-Zod wrote:
>
> > Will Dockery wrote:
> >>
> >> Winter Ghost (Taking A Time Out)
>
> >> I woke up the next morning
> >> with freeze frame memories
> >> in that February gloom.
>
> >> Stepped out of the
> >> creepy boarding house
> >> locked the door
> >> to my little room.
>
> >> Walked across the park
> >> to that little creek
> >> I saw Paige across the way
> >> roller skating on the ice.
>
> >> I had an awareness
> >> of her copper colored eyes.
>
> >> interlude
> >> from the days of love and rage.
> >> She smiles through the mist
> >> she turns the page.
>
> >> It was cold
> >> the sky was grey
> >> I lit my pipe
> >> there was a little spark
> >> of flame.
>
> >> Paige skated over
> >> and sat next to me
> >> by that old abandoned train.
>
> >> We talked of airwaves and poetry
> >> and a mansion on the hill.
>
> >> But now
> >> everything's changed
> >> I don't even know how
> >> I guess I never will.
>
> >> Taking a time out
> >> from the love and rage
> >> Paige waves sideways
> >> as she skates away
> >> she turns the page.
>
> >> It's been forty years now
> >> I went back
> >> and retraced my steps.
>
> >> Walked by and looked
> >> where the old boarding house was
> >> there was nothing of it left.
>
> >> I walked across the park
> >> to that little creek
> >> I sat down under
> >> that same old tree.
>
> >> I felt a little tingle
> >> in the air,
> >> I felt like her ghost
> >> was sitting there with me.
>
> >> Interlude
> >> from the days of love and rage.
>
> >> Paige smiles at me
> >> through the mist
> >> like a winter ghost
> >> then she fades away.
>
> >> -Will Dockery 2020
>
> >> ----
> >> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/04/taking-time-out-i-woke-up-next-morning.html
>
> >> (Reposted for George J. Dance)
> > Cool poem.... good choice......!
>
>
> Good afternoon, thanks again.
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THE SAGA OF JORDAN T. CHASESCOTT

Jordan Chasescott’s derriere
Would get lots of sun and fresh air.
Uncle Isaac would blow
And Jordan would know
That he didn’t need any beachwear.

Isaac Chase was childlike and hopeless
And hung out with folks who were soapless.
Isaac took Jordy’s hand
And said I’m your man,
But no one can make me grope you less.

Jordan sits in Isaac’s lap while they drive,
Isaac is 49 and Jordy’s 25.
Jordy said it’s U-turn,
Isaac said how I burn
To lay rubber on I-95.

Jordan Chasescott was expertly groomed
After visiting Isaac’s bedroom.
Jordan had a strong yen
To trade Barbies for Ken
And to keep his small tuchus perfumed.

Stout Joseph was pen-pals with “Price is Right” Jordan.
Chasescott Jordan offered photos to Stout Joseph’s warden.
Pics of Will Dockery
Made Stout Joe a mockery,
Since his dad wore just a bleue cordon.

Jordan Chasescott would cover his hiney,
But his Uncle still wanted to dine, he
Would tell Jord, “Look squirrel!”
Jordan’s pink toes would curl,
And Uncle’d declare that was fine eats.

Isaac Chase tried to buy his young nephew,
But his sister wouldn’t sell and was deaf to
Isaac’s sad pleas
To give Jordy a squeeze,
So Isaac nailed him and said “Guess who?”

Young Jordy wished to play with some girls,
But Isaac said girls make me hurl.
You should have a guy
And then you’ll know why
I dress you in ruffles and pearls.

Jordan Chasescott tried to be what he’s not.
Uncle Isaac told him that to be gay was hot.
Isaac Chase said come here
And I’ll fondle your rear--
You’ll remember the things you forgot.

Isaac Chase dearly loved his nephew and tried
To kiss Jordan Chasescott’s tiny backside.
Jordan said, Uncle Ike,
Could I have a new bike?
So Isaac gave him a banana seat ride.

Jordan scorned warnings and read
Playboy Magazines stashed by his bed.
Uncle Isaac then stressed
Don’t look at a breast:
I have Playgirl for you instead.

Jordan Chasescott was teenaged,
And therefore his Chase hormones raged.
Uncle Isaac said, “Yes,
You look great in that dress,”
And thus Jordan’s doubts were assuaged.

Uncle Isaac Chase worked a part-time job,
And the rest of the day his body would throb
For his Nephew Jordan,
And in Nephews he scored in,
The most views of Jordan’s hobnob.

Uncle Isaac Chase was in great haste
To see that Jordan was disgraced.
Isaac said his hellos
To Zod-Dockery beaus
And Jordan Chasescott was debased.

Uncle Isaac L. Chase had a goal:
To occupy Jordan’s butt hole.
Isaac Chase said, “Bend over
There’s a rare 4-leaf clover,”
And Nature walks soon took their toll.

Isaac Chase liked playing physician
With Jordan Chasescott’s health condition.
Isaac said, “Don this gown,
On the table face down,
And Jordan lost all inhibitions.

Isaac told Jordan he’d teach him to shoot
And to fish and to dive so he wore his swim suit.
Jordan brought his cap gun
But he was outdone
When Isaac shot up his patoot.

Jordan complained his dear Uncle
Would stick to him like a carbuncle.
Jordan Chasescott would cry
When Uncle Isaac would try
To sneak into Jordan’s bed bunkle.

Isaac Chase liked school and the Weekly Reader.
Isaac ate up the tales of Johnny the Apple Seeder.
Then Jordan Chasescott was born,
And Isaac was torn
Between fruit and bottom-feeder.

The Chase family loved Isaac’s work.
He could have stayed home, just a jerk.
But he worked phones part time
And earned him a dime,
And Jordan Chasescott was a perk.

Uncle Isaac knocked on Jordy’s door,
Said they’d reenact Chase family noir.
Uncle Isaac said come,
But Jordan had none,
For Jordan was a mere child of four.

Jordan Chasescott was LinkedIn
To the Isaac L. Chase den of sin.
Isaac said we’ll resume
Work in my bedroom
And Jordan learned market penetration.

Uncle Isaac took Jordy to see
The statue of David in Italy
Isaac said the male nude
Put him in the mood
And Jordy’s fig leaf was so wee.

Isaac and Jordan wore pjs
Which made it convenient for bjs.
There were traps front and back
Which dropped with a whack,
So that Isaac could teach Jordan 3 ways.

Will Dockery wrote:

> General-Zod wrote:
>> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>>>>> Winter Ghost (Taking A Time Out)

>>>>> I woke up the next morning
>>>>> with freeze frame memories
>>>>> in that February gloom.

>>>>> Stepped out of the
>>>>> creepy boarding house
>>>>> locked the door
>>>>> to my little room.

>>>>> Walked across the park
>>>>> to that little creek
>>>>> I saw Paige across the way
>>>>> roller skating on the ice.

>>>>> I had an awareness
>>>>> of her copper colored eyes.

>>>>> interlude
>>>>> from the days of love and rage.
>>>>> She smiles through the mist
>>>>> she turns the page.

>>>>> It was cold
>>>>> the sky was grey
>>>>> I lit my pipe
>>>>> there was a little spark
>>>>> of flame.

>>>>> Paige skated over
>>>>> and sat next to me
>>>>> by that old abandoned train.

>>>>> We talked of airwaves and poetry
>>>>> and a mansion on the hill.

>>>>> But now
>>>>> everything's changed
>>>>> I don't even know how
>>>>> I guess I never will.

>>>>> Taking a time out
>>>>> from the love and rage
>>>>> Paige waves sideways
>>>>> as she skates away
>>>>> she turns the page.

>>>>> It's been forty years now
>>>>> I went back
>>>>> and retraced my steps.

>>>>> Walked by and looked
>>>>> where the old boarding house was
>>>>> there was nothing of it left.

>>>>> I walked across the park
>>>>> to that little creek
>>>>> I sat down under
>>>>> that same old tree.

>>>>> I felt a little tingle
>>>>> in the air,
>>>>> I felt like her ghost
>>>>> was sitting there with me.

>>>>> Interlude
>>>>> from the days of love and rage.

>>>>> Paige smiles at me
>>>>> through the mist
>>>>> like a winter ghost
>>>>> then she fades away.

>>>>> -Will Dockery 2020

>>>>> ----
>>>>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>>>>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/04/taking-time-out-i-woke-up-next-morning.html

>>>>> (Reposted for George J. Dance)

>> Cool poem.... good choice......!
>>

>> Outstandingly....!

> Good afternoon, my friend, thanks again for reading and commenting.

> 🙂

My pleasurable, Doc....

On Monday, February 6, 2023 at 3:55:14 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> Will Dockery wrote:
>
> > General-Zod wrote:
> >> Will Dockery wrote:
> >>
> >>>>> Winter Ghost (Taking A Time Out)
>
> >>>>> I woke up the next morning
> >>>>> with freeze frame memories
> >>>>> in that February gloom.
>
> >>>>> Stepped out of the
> >>>>> creepy boarding house
> >>>>> locked the door
> >>>>> to my little room.
>
> >>>>> Walked across the park
> >>>>> to that little creek
> >>>>> I saw Paige across the way
> >>>>> roller skating on the ice.
>
> >>>>> I had an awareness
> >>>>> of her copper colored eyes.
>
> >>>>> interlude
> >>>>> from the days of love and rage.
> >>>>> She smiles through the mist
> >>>>> she turns the page.
>
> >>>>> It was cold
> >>>>> the sky was grey
> >>>>> I lit my pipe
> >>>>> there was a little spark
> >>>>> of flame.
>
> >>>>> Paige skated over
> >>>>> and sat next to me
> >>>>> by that old abandoned train.
>
> >>>>> We talked of airwaves and poetry
> >>>>> and a mansion on the hill.
>
> >>>>> But now
> >>>>> everything's changed
> >>>>> I don't even know how
> >>>>> I guess I never will.
>
> >>>>> Taking a time out
> >>>>> from the love and rage
> >>>>> Paige waves sideways
> >>>>> as she skates away
> >>>>> she turns the page.
>
> >>>>> It's been forty years now
> >>>>> I went back
> >>>>> and retraced my steps.
>
> >>>>> Walked by and looked
> >>>>> where the old boarding house was
> >>>>> there was nothing of it left.
>
> >>>>> I walked across the park
> >>>>> to that little creek
> >>>>> I sat down under
> >>>>> that same old tree.
>
> >>>>> I felt a little tingle
> >>>>> in the air,
> >>>>> I felt like her ghost
> >>>>> was sitting there with me.
>
> >>>>> Interlude
> >>>>> from the days of love and rage.
>
> >>>>> Paige smiles at me
> >>>>> through the mist
> >>>>> like a winter ghost
> >>>>> then she fades away.
>
> >>>>> -Will Dockery 2020
>
> >>>>> ----
> >>>>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> >>>>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/04/taking-time-out-i-woke-up-next-morning.html
>
> >>>>> (Reposted for George J. Dance)
>
>
> >> Cool poem.... good choice......!
> >>
> >> Outstandingly....!
>
>
> > Good afternoon, my friend, thanks again for reading and commenting.
>
> > 🙂
>
> My pleasurable, Doc....
Jordan Chasescott’s derriere
Would get lots of sun and fresh air.
Uncle Isaac would blow
And Jordan would know
That he didn’t need any beachwear.

Isaac Chase was childlike and hopeless
And hung out with folks who were soapless.
Isaac took Jordy’s hand
And said I’m your man,
But no one can make me grope you less.

Jordan sits in Isaac’s lap while they drive,
Isaac is 49 and Jordy’s 25.
Jordy said it’s U-turn,
Isaac said how I burn
To lay rubber on I-95.

Jordan Chasescott was expertly groomed
After visiting Isaac’s bedroom.
Jordan had a strong yen
To trade Barbies for Ken
And to keep his small tuchus perfumed.

Stout Joseph was pen-pals with “Price is Right” Jordan.
Chasescott Jordan offered photos to Stout Joseph’s warden.
Pics of Will Dockery
Made Stout Joe a mockery,
Since his dad wore just a bleue cordon.

Jordan Chasescott would cover his hiney,
But his Uncle still wanted to dine, he
Would tell Jord, “Look squirrel!”
Jordan’s pink toes would curl,
And Uncle’d declare that was fine eats.

Isaac Chase tried to buy his young nephew,
But his sister wouldn’t sell and was deaf to
Isaac’s sad pleas
To give Jordy a squeeze,
So Isaac nailed him and said “Guess who?”

Young Jordy wished to play with some girls,
But Isaac said girls make me hurl.
You should have a guy
And then you’ll know why
I dress you in ruffles and pearls.

Jordan Chasescott tried to be what he’s not.
Uncle Isaac told him that to be gay was hot.
Isaac Chase said come here
And I’ll fondle your rear--
You’ll remember the things you forgot.

Isaac Chase dearly loved his nephew and tried
To kiss Jordan Chasescott’s tiny backside.
Jordan said, Uncle Ike,
Could I have a new bike?
So Isaac gave him a banana seat ride.

Jordan scorned warnings and read
Playboy Magazines stashed by his bed.
Uncle Isaac then stressed
Don’t look at a breast:
I have Playgirl for you instead.

Jordan Chasescott was teenaged,
And therefore his Chase hormones raged.
Uncle Isaac said, “Yes,
You look great in that dress,”
And thus Jordan’s doubts were assuaged.

Uncle Isaac Chase worked a part-time job,
And the rest of the day his body would throb
For his Nephew Jordan,
And in Nephews he scored in,
The most views of Jordan’s hobnob.

Uncle Isaac Chase was in great haste
To see that Jordan was disgraced.
Isaac said his hellos
To Zod-Dockery beaus
And Jordan Chasescott was debased.

Uncle Isaac L. Chase had a goal:
To occupy Jordan’s butt hole.
Isaac Chase said, “Bend over
There’s a rare 4-leaf clover,”
And Nature walks soon took their toll.

Isaac Chase liked playing physician
With Jordan Chasescott’s health condition.
Isaac said, “Don this gown,
On the table face down,
And Jordan lost all inhibitions.

Isaac told Jordan he’d teach him to shoot
And to fish and to dive so he wore his swim suit.
Jordan brought his cap gun
But he was outdone
When Isaac shot up his patoot.

Jordan complained his dear Uncle
Would stick to him like a carbuncle.
Jordan Chasescott would cry
When Uncle Isaac would try
To sneak into Jordan’s bed bunkle.

Isaac Chase liked school and the Weekly Reader.
Isaac ate up the tales of Johnny the Apple Seeder.
Then Jordan Chasescott was born,
And Isaac was torn
Between fruit and bottom-feeder.

The Chase family loved Isaac’s work.
He could have stayed home, just a jerk.
But he worked phones part time
And earned him a dime,
And Jordan Chasescott was a perk.

Uncle Isaac knocked on Jordy’s door,
Said they’d reenact Chase family noir.
Uncle Isaac said come,
But Jordan had none,
For Jordan was a mere child of four.

Jordan Chasescott was LinkedIn
To the Isaac L. Chase den of sin.
Isaac said we’ll resume
Work in my bedroom
And Jordan learned market penetration.

Uncle Isaac took Jordy to see
The statue of David in Italy
Isaac said the male nude
Put him in the mood
And Jordy’s fig leaf was so wee.

Isaac and Jordan wore pjs
Which made it convenient for bjs.
There were traps front and back
Which dropped with a whack,
So that Isaac could teach Jordan 3 ways.

On Monday, February 6, 2023 at 9:59:11 AM UTC-5, blackpo...@aol.com wrote:
> On Monday, February 6, 2023 at 8:12:40 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > On Wednesday, January 25, 2023 at 5:45:37 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> > > Will Dockery wrote:
> > > >
> > > > Winter Ghost (Taking A Time Out)
> > > >
> > > > I woke up the next morning
> > > > with freeze frame memories
> > > > in that February gloom.
> > > >
> > > > Stepped out of the
> > > > creepy boarding house
> > > > locked the door
> > > > to my little room.
> > > >
> > > > Walked across the park
> > > > to that little creek
> > > > I saw Paige across the way
> > > > roller skating on the ice.
> > > >
> > > > I had an awareness
> > > > of her copper colored eyes.
> > > >
> > > > interlude
> > > > from the days of love and rage.
> > > > She smiles through the mist
> > > > she turns the page.
> > > >
> > > > It was cold
> > > > the sky was grey
> > > > I lit my pipe
> > > > there was a little spark
> > > > of flame.
> > > >
> > > > Paige skated over
> > > > and sat next to me
> > > > by that old abandoned train.
> > > >
> > > > We talked of airwaves and poetry
> > > > and a mansion on the hill.
> > > >
> > > > But now
> > > > everything's changed
> > > > I don't even know how
> > > > I guess I never will.
> > > >
> > > > Taking a time out
> > > > from the love and rage
> > > > Paige waves sideways
> > > > as she skates away
> > > > she turns the page.
> > > >
> > > > It's been forty years now
> > > > I went back
> > > > and retraced my steps.
> > > >
> > > > Walked by and looked
> > > > where the old boarding house was
> > > > there was nothing of it left.
> > > >
> > > > I walked across the park
> > > > to that little creek
> > > > I sat down under
> > > > that same old tree.
> > > >
> > > > I felt a little tingle
> > > > in the air,
> > > > I felt like her ghost
> > > > was sitting there with me.
> > > >
> > > > Interlude
> > > > from the days of love and rage.
> > > >
> > > > Paige smiles at me
> > > > through the mist
> > > > like a winter ghost
> > > > then she fades away.
> > > >
> > > > -Will Dockery 2020
> > > >
> > > > ----
> > > > From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> > > > https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/04/taking-time-out-i-woke-up-next-morning.html
> > > >
> > > > (Reposted for George J. Dance)
> > > One of the greatest of them all....
> > Good morning, thanks again.

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> THE SAGA OF xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
> xxxxxxxx
> xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
> xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Hush, you feeble minded troll... ha ha.

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Zod wrote:

> On Thursday, January 26, 2023 at 9:15:26 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> General-Zod wrote:
>>
>> > Will Dockery wrote:
>> >>
>> >> Winter Ghost (Taking A Time Out)
>>
>> >> I woke up the next morning
>> >> with freeze frame memories
>> >> in that February gloom.
>>
>> >> Stepped out of the
>> >> creepy boarding house
>> >> locked the door
>> >> to my little room.
>>
>> >> Walked across the park
>> >> to that little creek
>> >> I saw Paige across the way
>> >> roller skating on the ice.
>>
>> >> I had an awareness
>> >> of her copper colored eyes.
>>
>> >> interlude
>> >> from the days of love and rage.
>> >> She smiles through the mist
>> >> she turns the page.
>>
>> >> It was cold
>> >> the sky was grey
>> >> I lit my pipe
>> >> there was a little spark
>> >> of flame.
>>
>> >> Paige skated over
>> >> and sat next to me
>> >> by that old abandoned train.
>>
>> >> We talked of airwaves and poetry
>> >> and a mansion on the hill.
>>
>> >> But now
>> >> everything's changed
>> >> I don't even know how
>> >> I guess I never will.
>>
>> >> Taking a time out
>> >> from the love and rage
>> >> Paige waves sideways
>> >> as she skates away
>> >> she turns the page.
>>
>> >> It's been forty years now
>> >> I went back
>> >> and retraced my steps.
>>
>> >> Walked by and looked
>> >> where the old boarding house was
>> >> there was nothing of it left.
>>
>> >> I walked across the park
>> >> to that little creek
>> >> I sat down under
>> >> that same old tree.
>>
>> >> I felt a little tingle
>> >> in the air,
>> >> I felt like her ghost
>> >> was sitting there with me.
>>
>> >> Interlude
>> >> from the days of love and rage.
>>
>> >> Paige smiles at me
>> >> through the mist
>> >> like a winter ghost
>> >> then she fades away.
>>
>> >> -Will Dockery 2020
>>
>> >> ----
>> >> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/04/taking-time-out-i-woke-up-next-morning.html
>>
>> >> (Reposted for George J. Dance)
>> > Cool poem.... good choice......!
>>
>> Setting timelines, this poem took place in early 1981,: Atlanta Georgia.

> Outstanding, makes sense now....

It was a grim time, in general.

Thanks again for reading and commenting.

On Tuesday, February 7, 2023 at 11:15:15 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> Zod wrote:
>
> > On Thursday, January 26, 2023 at 9:15:26 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> >> General-Zod wrote:
> >>
> >> > Will Dockery wrote:
> >> >>
> >> >> Winter Ghost (Taking A Time Out)
> >>
> >> >> I woke up the next morning
> >> >> with freeze frame memories
> >> >> in that February gloom.
> >>
> >> >> Stepped out of the
> >> >> creepy boarding house
> >> >> locked the door
> >> >> to my little room.
> >>
> >> >> Walked across the park
> >> >> to that little creek
> >> >> I saw Paige across the way
> >> >> roller skating on the ice.
> >>
> >> >> I had an awareness
> >> >> of her copper colored eyes.
> >>
> >> >> interlude
> >> >> from the days of love and rage.
> >> >> She smiles through the mist
> >> >> she turns the page.
> >>
> >> >> It was cold
> >> >> the sky was grey
> >> >> I lit my pipe
> >> >> there was a little spark
> >> >> of flame.
> >>
> >> >> Paige skated over
> >> >> and sat next to me
> >> >> by that old abandoned train.
> >>
> >> >> We talked of airwaves and poetry
> >> >> and a mansion on the hill.
> >>
> >> >> But now
> >> >> everything's changed
> >> >> I don't even know how
> >> >> I guess I never will.
> >>
> >> >> Taking a time out
> >> >> from the love and rage
> >> >> Paige waves sideways
> >> >> as she skates away
> >> >> she turns the page.
> >>
> >> >> It's been forty years now
> >> >> I went back
> >> >> and retraced my steps.
> >>
> >> >> Walked by and looked
> >> >> where the old boarding house was
> >> >> there was nothing of it left.
> >>
> >> >> I walked across the park
> >> >> to that little creek
> >> >> I sat down under
> >> >> that same old tree.
> >>
> >> >> I felt a little tingle
> >> >> in the air,
> >> >> I felt like her ghost
> >> >> was sitting there with me.
> >>
> >> >> Interlude
> >> >> from the days of love and rage.
> >>
> >> >> Paige smiles at me
> >> >> through the mist
> >> >> like a winter ghost
> >> >> then she fades away.
> >>
> >> >> -Will Dockery 2020
> >>
> >> >> ----
> >> >> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> >> >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/04/taking-time-out-i-woke-up-next-morning.html
> >>
> >> >> (Reposted for George J. Dance)
> >> > Cool poem.... good choice......!
> >>
> >> Setting timelines, this poem took place in early 1981,: Atlanta Georgia.
>
> > Outstanding, makes sense now....
> It was a grim time, in general.
>
> Thanks again for reading and commenting.

The 'grim time' was fashioned by you, Fat Pants.

I'm sure Clay loved sleeping with mom as you were banging Tina in the other room.

On Friday, January 20, 2023 at 4:00:51 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> On Thursday, January 19, 2023 at 10:10:14 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > George Dance wrote:
> >
> > > On Tuesday, January 10, 2023 at 4:50:13 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > >
> > >> Winter Ghost (Taking A Time Out)
> > >>
> > >> I woke up the next morning
> > >> with freeze frame memories
> > >> in that February gloom.
> > >>
> > >> Stepped out of the
> > >> creepy boarding house
> > >> locked the door
> > >> to my little room.
> > >>
> > >> Walked across the park
> > >> to that little creek
> > >> I saw Paige across the way
> > >> roller skating on the ice.
> > >>
> > >> I had an awareness
> > >> of her copper colored eyes.
> > >>
> > >> interlude
> > >> from the days of love and rage.
> > >> She smiles through the mist
> > >> she turns the page.
> > >>
> > >> It was cold
> > >> the sky was grey
> > >> I lit my pipe
> > >> there was a little spark
> > >> of flame.
> > >>
> > >> Paige skated over
> > >> and sat next to me
> > >> by that old abandoned train.
> > >>
> > >> We talked of airwaves and poetry
> > >> and a mansion on the hill.
> > >>
> > >> But now
> > >> everything's changed
> > >> I don't even know how
> > >> I guess I never will.
> > >>
> > >> Taking a time out
> > >> from the love and rage
> > >> Paige waves sideways
> > >> as she skates away
> > >> she turns the page.
> > >>
> > >> It's been forty years now
> > >> I went back
> > >> and retraced my steps.
> > >>
> > >> Walked by and looked
> > >> where the old boarding house was
> > >> there was nothing of it left.
> > >>
> > >> I walked across the park
> > >> to that little creek
> > >> I sat down under
> > >> that same old tree.
> > >>
> > >> I felt a little tingle
> > >> in the air,
> > >> I felt like her ghost
> > >> was sitting there with me.
> > >>
> > >> Interlude
> > >> from the days of love and rage.
> > >>
> > >> Paige smiles at me
> > >> through the mist
> > >> like a winter ghost
> > >> then she fades away.
> > >>
> > >> -Will Dockery 2020
> > >>
> > >> ----
> > >> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> > >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/04/taking-time-out-i-woke-up-next-morning.html
> > >>
> > >> (Reposted for George J. Dance)
> > Thanks for selecting this poem for the PPB, George.
>
> It's on the list for February. You may be happy to know that right now that list has only you and Edgar Allan Poe. (I've decided to use "To Helen" on Valentine's Day

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