Twelve Efforts

Come along now
come along.
Come along now
go slowly.

Now
we are like stone figures
setting a place
in history.

We had one shot
to get out of
Cabbage Town
on crutches in the sand.

Still dancing
under electric skies.

Old Scratch
kept it all
within reason.

Exit
step back.

Let the street side
melodrama play out.

I must have been
on a bland ego trip.

What task was I
set up for next?

He was displayed
sitting with the crowd,
like a stranger
in an even stranger land.

That Summer
left me feeling young
and I was young.

I had
more notches to carve.

Jump cut back
to Springtime.

The refreshing wind
when I tried to hide.

It was
morning in America
all the way.

so we took it back
to the start.

Throw in some
Rolling Stones machismo
or a touch of Brando.

Like a jungle adventure
taken from my era
took a moment
to come to realize.

To last
through
twelve efforts
weed thoughts
sure do
tax my mind.

That will be an effort
we were
like the lost ones
leading the blind.

Doomed us every day
Shiver's bird
was tossed.

She could have been
someone's mother
but she sure was dosed.

I was with Rita
who was one of my
favorite flames.

Up on the hill
with her breakfast coffee.

Sure loved the way
she played
the numbers games.

We do not know
where he went
not even his brother
had a clue.

We don't know
where he went.

All up in alms
repeat the 23rd Psalms.

All this great crass
rejuvenating effort
making a last
slightly late retort.

All of us
laughing
down the avenue.

In that humid
spaced out
Summer of 1982.

Hercules Shiver
you were right
this is true.

Auto writing
for the myth
from the muse.

I made it just along the trail
court and spark
on a Saturday afternoon.

As the world sleeps
nothing seems
to be moving.

But that would
have to be
incorrect.

I have not decided
if you are real
or just a figment
from a fever dream.

With wind
from the East
and a chill
not right for June.

The night shines
and the torch lamp
glows
out there
down the hill.

Will you prefer
a lucky gnome
who was
not so sentimental?

-Will Dockery (June 12 2020)

----
From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2022/03/twelve-efforts.html

On Thursday, December 29, 2022 at 5:35:13 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> Twelve Efforts
>
> Come along now
> come along.
> Come along now
> go slowly.
>
> Now
> we are like stone figures
> setting a place
> in history.
>
> We had one shot
> to get out of
> Cabbage Town
> on crutches in the sand.
>
> Still dancing
> under electric skies.
>
> Old Scratch
> kept it all
> within reason.
>
> Exit
> step back.
>
> Let the street side
> melodrama play out.
>
> I must have been
> on a bland ego trip.
>
>
> What task was I
> set up for next?
>
> He was displayed
> sitting with the crowd,
> like a stranger
> in an even stranger land.
>
> That Summer
> left me feeling young
> and I was young.
>
> I had
> more notches to carve.
>
> Jump cut back
> to Springtime.
>
> The refreshing wind
> when I tried to hide.
>
> It was
> morning in America
> all the way.
>
> so we took it back
> to the start.
>
> Throw in some
> Rolling Stones machismo
> or a touch of Brando.
>
> Like a jungle adventure
> taken from my era
> took a moment
> to come to realize.
>
> To last
> through
> twelve efforts
> weed thoughts
> sure do
> tax my mind.
>
> That will be an effort
> we were
> like the lost ones
> leading the blind.
>
> Doomed us every day
> Shiver's bird
> was tossed.
>
> She could have been
> someone's mother
> but she sure was dosed.
>
> I was with Rita
> who was one of my
> favorite flames.
>
> Up on the hill
> with her breakfast coffee.
>
> Sure loved the way
> she played
> the numbers games.
>
> We do not know
> where he went
> not even his brother
> had a clue.
>
> We don't know
> where he went.
>
> All up in alms
> repeat the 23rd Psalms.
>
> All this great crass
> rejuvenating effort
> making a last
> slightly late retort.
>
> All of us
> laughing
> down the avenue.
>
> In that humid
> spaced out
> Summer of 1982.
>
> Hercules Shiver
> you were right
> this is true.
>
> Auto writing
> for the myth
> from the muse.
>
> I made it just along the trail
> court and spark
> on a Saturday afternoon.
>
> As the world sleeps
> nothing seems
> to be moving.
>
> But that would
> have to be
> incorrect.
>
> I have not decided
> if you are real
> or just a figment
> from a fever dream.
>
> With wind
> from the East
> and a chill
> not right for June.
>
> The night shines
> and the torch lamp
> glows
> out there
> down the hill.
>
> Will you prefer
> a lucky gnome
> who was
> not so sentimental?
>
> -Will Dockery (June 12 2020)
>
> ----

< FLUSH!!!>

On Thursday, December 29, 2022 at 7:19:49 PM UTC-5, michaelmalef...@gmail.com wrote:
> On Thursday, December 29, 2022 at 5:35:13 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>
> > Twelve Efforts
> >
> > Come along now
> > come along.
> > Come along now
> > go slowly.
> >
> > Now
> > we are like stone figures
> > setting a place
> > in history.
> >
> > We had one shot
> > to get out of
> > Cabbage Town
> > on crutches in the sand.
> >
> > Still dancing
> > under electric skies.
> >
> > Old Scratch
> > kept it all
> > within reason.
> >
> > Exit
> > step back.
> >
> > Let the street side
> > melodrama play out.
> >
> > I must have been
> > on a bland ego trip.
> >
> >
> > What task was I
> > set up for next?
> >
> > He was displayed
> > sitting with the crowd,
> > like a stranger
> > in an even stranger land.
> >
> > That Summer
> > left me feeling young
> > and I was young.
> >
> > I had
> > more notches to carve.
> >
> > Jump cut back
> > to Springtime.
> >
> > The refreshing wind
> > when I tried to hide.
> >
> > It was
> > morning in America
> > all the way.
> >
> > so we took it back
> > to the start.
> >
> > Throw in some
> > Rolling Stones machismo
> > or a touch of Brando.
> >
> > Like a jungle adventure
> > taken from my era
> > took a moment
> > to come to realize.
> >
> > To last
> > through
> > twelve efforts
> > weed thoughts
> > sure do
> > tax my mind.
> >
> > That will be an effort
> > we were
> > like the lost ones
> > leading the blind.
> >
> > Doomed us every day
> > Shiver's bird
> > was tossed.
> >
> > She could have been
> > someone's mother
> > but she sure was dosed.
> >
> > I was with Rita
> > who was one of my
> > favorite flames.
> >
> > Up on the hill
> > with her breakfast coffee.
> >
> > Sure loved the way
> > she played
> > the numbers games.
> >
> > We do not know
> > where he went
> > not even his brother
> > had a clue.
> >
> > We don't know
> > where he went.
> >
> > All up in alms
> > repeat the 23rd Psalms.
> >
> > All this great crass
> > rejuvenating effort
> > making a last
> > slightly late retort.
> >
> > All of us
> > laughing
> > down the avenue.
> >
> > In that humid
> > spaced out
> > Summer of 1982.
> >
> > Hercules Shiver
> > you were right
> > this is true.
> >
> > Auto writing
> > for the myth
> > from the muse.
> >
> > I made it just along the trail
> > court and spark
> > on a Saturday afternoon.
> >
> > As the world sleeps
> > nothing seems
> > to be moving.
> >
> > But that would
> > have to be
> > incorrect.
> >
> > I have not decided
> > if you are real
> > or just a figment
> > from a fever dream.
> >
> > With wind
> > from the East
> > and a chill
> > not right for June.
> >
> > The night shines
> > and the torch lamp
> > glows
> > out there
> > down the hill.
> >
> > Will you prefer
> > a lucky gnome
> > who was
> > not so sentimental?
> >
> > -Will Dockery (June 12 2020)
> >
> > ----
> < FLUSH!!!>

In other words, "skip and ignore".

;)

Will Dockery wrote:
>
> Twelve Efforts

> Come along now
> come along.
> Come along now
> go slowly.

> Now
> we are like stone figures
> setting a place
> in history.

> We had one shot
> to get out of
> Cabbage Town
> on crutches in the sand.

> Still dancing
> under electric skies.

> Old Scratch
> kept it all
> within reason.

> Exit
> step back.

> Let the street side
> melodrama play out.

> I must have been
> on a bland ego trip.

> What task was I
> set up for next?

> He was displayed
> sitting with the crowd,
> like a stranger
> in an even stranger land.

> That Summer
> left me feeling young
> and I was young.

> I had
> more notches to carve.

> Jump cut back
> to Springtime.

> The refreshing wind
> when I tried to hide.

> It was
> morning in America
> all the way.

> so we took it back
> to the start.

> Throw in some
> Rolling Stones machismo
> or a touch of Brando.

> Like a jungle adventure
> taken from my era
> took a moment
> to come to realize.

> To last
> through
> twelve efforts
> weed thoughts
> sure do
> tax my mind.

> That will be an effort
> we were
> like the lost ones
> leading the blind.

> Doomed us every day
> Shiver's bird
> was tossed.

> She could have been
> someone's mother
> but she sure was dosed.

> I was with Rita
> who was one of my
> favorite flames.

> Up on the hill
> with her breakfast coffee.

> Sure loved the way
> she played
> the numbers games.

> We do not know
> where he went
> not even his brother
> had a clue.

> We don't know
> where he went.

> All up in alms
> repeat the 23rd Psalms.

> All this great crass
> rejuvenating effort
> making a last
> slightly late retort.

> All of us
> laughing
> down the avenue.

> In that humid
> spaced out
> Summer of 1982.

> Hercules Shiver
> you were right
> this is true.

> Auto writing
> for the myth
> from the muse.

> I made it just along the trail
> court and spark
> on a Saturday afternoon.

> As the world sleeps
> nothing seems
> to be moving.

> But that would
> have to be
> incorrect.

> I have not decided
> if you are real
> or just a figment
> from a fever dream.

> With wind
> from the East
> and a chill
> not right for June.

> The night shines
> and the torch lamp
> glows
> out there
> down the hill.

> Will you prefer
> a lucky gnome
> who was
> not so sentimental?

> -Will Dockery (June 12 2020)

> ----
> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2022/03/twelve-efforts.html

One of my personal faves, Doc...!

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> Twelve Efforts

>> Come along now
>> come along.
>> Come along now
>> go slowly.

>> Now
>> we are like stone figures
>> setting a place
>> in history.

>> We had one shot
>> to get out of
>> Cabbage Town
>> on crutches in the sand.

>> Still dancing
>> under electric skies.

>> Old Scratch
>> kept it all
>> within reason.

>> Exit
>> step back.

>> Let the street side
>> melodrama play out.

>> I must have been
>> on a bland ego trip.

>> What task was I
>> set up for next?

>> He was displayed
>> sitting with the crowd,
>> like a stranger
>> in an even stranger land.

>> That Summer
>> left me feeling young
>> and I was young.

>> I had
>> more notches to carve.

>> Jump cut back
>> to Springtime.

>> The refreshing wind
>> when I tried to hide.

>> It was
>> morning in America
>> all the way.

>> so we took it back
>> to the start.

>> Throw in some
>> Rolling Stones machismo
>> or a touch of Brando.

>> Like a jungle adventure
>> taken from my era
>> took a moment
>> to come to realize.

>> To last
>> through
>> twelve efforts
>> weed thoughts
>> sure do
>> tax my mind.

>> That will be an effort
>> we were
>> like the lost ones
>> leading the blind.

>> Doomed us every day
>> Shiver's bird
>> was tossed.

>> She could have been
>> someone's mother
>> but she sure was dosed.

>> I was with Rita
>> who was one of my
>> favorite flames.

>> Up on the hill
>> with her breakfast coffee.

>> Sure loved the way
>> she played
>> the numbers games.

>> We do not know
>> where he went
>> not even his brother
>> had a clue.

>> We don't know
>> where he went.

>> All up in alms
>> repeat the 23rd Psalms.

>> All this great crass
>> rejuvenating effort
>> making a last
>> slightly late retort.

>> All of us
>> laughing
>> down the avenue.

>> In that humid
>> spaced out
>> Summer of 1982.

>> Hercules Shiver
>> you were right
>> this is true.

>> Auto writing
>> for the myth
>> from the muse.

>> I made it just along the trail
>> court and spark
>> on a Saturday afternoon.

>> As the world sleeps
>> nothing seems
>> to be moving.

>> But that would
>> have to be
>> incorrect.

>> I have not decided
>> if you are real
>> or just a figment
>> from a fever dream.

>> With wind
>> from the East
>> and a chill
>> not right for June.

>> The night shines
>> and the torch lamp
>> glows
>> out there
>> down the hill.

>> Will you prefer
>> a lucky gnome
>> who was
>> not so sentimental?

>> -Will Dockery (June 12 2020)

>> ----
>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2022/03/twelve-efforts.html

> One of my personal faves, Doc...!

Thanks for reading and commenting.

🙂

Will Dockery wrote:

> General-Zod wrote:

>> Will Dockery wrote:
>>>
>>> Twelve Efforts

>>> Come along now
>>> come along.
>>> Come along now
>>> go slowly.

>>> Now
>>> we are like stone figures
>>> setting a place
>>> in history.

>>> We had one shot
>>> to get out of
>>> Cabbage Town
>>> on crutches in the sand.

>>> Still dancing
>>> under electric skies.

>>> Old Scratch
>>> kept it all
>>> within reason.

>>> Exit
>>> step back.

>>> Let the street side
>>> melodrama play out.

>>> I must have been
>>> on a bland ego trip.

>>> What task was I
>>> set up for next?

>>> He was displayed
>>> sitting with the crowd,
>>> like a stranger
>>> in an even stranger land.

>>> That Summer
>>> left me feeling young
>>> and I was young.

>>> I had
>>> more notches to carve.

>>> Jump cut back
>>> to Springtime.

>>> The refreshing wind
>>> when I tried to hide.

>>> It was
>>> morning in America
>>> all the way.

>>> so we took it back
>>> to the start.

>>> Throw in some
>>> Rolling Stones machismo
>>> or a touch of Brando.

>>> Like a jungle adventure
>>> taken from my era
>>> took a moment
>>> to come to realize.

>>> To last
>>> through
>>> twelve efforts
>>> weed thoughts
>>> sure do
>>> tax my mind.

>>> That will be an effort
>>> we were
>>> like the lost ones
>>> leading the blind.

>>> Doomed us every day
>>> Shiver's bird
>>> was tossed.

>>> She could have been
>>> someone's mother
>>> but she sure was dosed.

>>> I was with Rita
>>> who was one of my
>>> favorite flames.

>>> Up on the hill
>>> with her breakfast coffee.

>>> Sure loved the way
>>> she played
>>> the numbers games.

>>> We do not know
>>> where he went
>>> not even his brother
>>> had a clue.

>>> We don't know
>>> where he went.

>>> All up in alms
>>> repeat the 23rd Psalms.

>>> All this great crass
>>> rejuvenating effort
>>> making a last
>>> slightly late retort.

>>> All of us
>>> laughing
>>> down the avenue.

>>> In that humid
>>> spaced out
>>> Summer of 1982.

>>> Hercules Shiver
>>> you were right
>>> this is true.

>>> Auto writing
>>> for the myth
>>> from the muse.

>>> I made it just along the trail
>>> court and spark
>>> on a Saturday afternoon.

>>> As the world sleeps
>>> nothing seems
>>> to be moving.

>>> But that would
>>> have to be
>>> incorrect.

>>> I have not decided
>>> if you are real
>>> or just a figment
>>> from a fever dream.

>>> With wind
>>> from the East
>>> and a chill
>>> not right for June.

>>> The night shines
>>> and the torch lamp
>>> glows
>>> out there
>>> down the hill.

>>> Will you prefer
>>> a lucky gnome
>>> who was
>>> not so sentimental?

>>> -Will Dockery (June 12 2020)

>>> ----
>>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2022/03/twelve-efforts.html

>> One of my personal faves, Doc...!

> Thanks for reading and commenting.

> 🙂

Loaded with symbolism and code, my favorite type of poem....

Michael Pendragon wrote:

> On Thursday, December 29, 2022 at 5:35:13 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>
>> Twelve Efforts
>>
>> Come along now
>> come along.
>> Come along now
>> go slowly.
>>
>> Now
>> we are like stone figures
>> setting a place
>> in history.
>>
>> We had one shot
>> to get out of
>> Cabbage Town
>> on crutches in the sand.
>>
>> Still dancing
>> under electric skies.
>>
>> Old Scratch
>> kept it all
>> within reason.
>>
>> Exit
>> step back.
>>
>> Let the street side
>> melodrama play out.
>>
>> I must have been
>> on a bland ego trip.
>>
>>
>> What task was I
>> set up for next?
>>
>> He was displayed
>> sitting with the crowd,
>> like a stranger
>> in an even stranger land.
>>
>> That Summer
>> left me feeling young
>> and I was young.
>>
>> I had
>> more notches to carve.
>>
>> Jump cut back
>> to Springtime.
>>
>> The refreshing wind
>> when I tried to hide.
>>
>> It was
>> morning in America
>> all the way.
>>
>> so we took it back
>> to the start.
>>
>> Throw in some
>> Rolling Stones machismo
>> or a touch of Brando.
>>
>> Like a jungle adventure
>> taken from my era
>> took a moment
>> to come to realize.
>>
>> To last
>> through
>> twelve efforts
>> weed thoughts
>> sure do
>> tax my mind.
>>
>> That will be an effort
>> we were
>> like the lost ones
>> leading the blind.
>>
>> Doomed us every day
>> Shiver's bird
>> was tossed.
>>
>> She could have been
>> someone's mother
>> but she sure was dosed.
>>
>> I was with Rita
>> who was one of my
>> favorite flames.
>>
>> Up on the hill
>> with her breakfast coffee.
>>
>> Sure loved the way
>> she played
>> the numbers games.
>>
>> We do not know
>> where he went
>> not even his brother
>> had a clue.
>>
>> We don't know
>> where he went.
>>
>> All up in alms
>> repeat the 23rd Psalms.
>>
>> All this great crass
>> rejuvenating effort
>> making a last
>> slightly late retort.
>>
>> All of us
>> laughing
>> down the avenue.
>>
>> In that humid
>> spaced out
>> Summer of 1982.
>>
>> Hercules Shiver
>> you were right
>> this is true.
>>
>> Auto writing
>> for the myth
>> from the muse.
>>
>> I made it just along the trail
>> court and spark
>> on a Saturday afternoon.
>>
>> As the world sleeps
>> nothing seems
>> to be moving.
>>
>> But that would
>> have to be
>> incorrect.
>>
>> I have not decided
>> if you are real
>> or just a figment
>> from a fever dream.
>>
>> With wind
>> from the East
>> and a chill
>> not right for June.
>>
>> The night shines
>> and the torch lamp
>> glows
>> out there
>> down the hill.
>>
>> Will you prefer
>> a lucky gnome
>> who was
>> not so sentimental?
>>
>> -Will Dockery (June 12 2020)
>>
>> ----

> < FLUSH!!!>

Like I said, too bad this poem seems to have gone over your head.

🙂

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> Twelve Efforts

>> Come along now
>> come along.
>> Come along now
>> go slowly.

>> Now
>> we are like stone figures
>> setting a place
>> in history.

>> We had one shot
>> to get out of
>> Cabbage Town
>> on crutches in the sand.

>> Still dancing
>> under electric skies.

>> Old Scratch
>> kept it all
>> within reason.

>> Exit
>> step back.

>> Let the street side
>> melodrama play out.

>> I must have been
>> on a bland ego trip.

>> What task was I
>> set up for next?

>> He was displayed
>> sitting with the crowd,
>> like a stranger
>> in an even stranger land.

>> That Summer
>> left me feeling young
>> and I was young.

>> I had
>> more notches to carve.

>> Jump cut back
>> to Springtime.

>> The refreshing wind
>> when I tried to hide.

>> It was
>> morning in America
>> all the way.

>> so we took it back
>> to the start.

>> Throw in some
>> Rolling Stones machismo
>> or a touch of Brando.

>> Like a jungle adventure
>> taken from my era
>> took a moment
>> to come to realize.

>> To last
>> through
>> twelve efforts
>> weed thoughts
>> sure do
>> tax my mind.

>> That will be an effort
>> we were
>> like the lost ones
>> leading the blind.

>> Doomed us every day
>> Shiver's bird
>> was tossed.

>> She could have been
>> someone's mother
>> but she sure was dosed.

>> I was with Rita
>> who was one of my
>> favorite flames.

>> Up on the hill
>> with her breakfast coffee.

>> Sure loved the way
>> she played
>> the numbers games.

>> We do not know
>> where he went
>> not even his brother
>> had a clue.

>> We don't know
>> where he went.

>> All up in alms
>> repeat the 23rd Psalms.

>> All this great crass
>> rejuvenating effort
>> making a last
>> slightly late retort.

>> All of us
>> laughing
>> down the avenue.

>> In that humid
>> spaced out
>> Summer of 1982.

>> Hercules Shiver
>> you were right
>> this is true.

>> Auto writing
>> for the myth
>> from the muse.

>> I made it just along the trail
>> court and spark
>> on a Saturday afternoon.

>> As the world sleeps
>> nothing seems
>> to be moving.

>> But that would
>> have to be
>> incorrect.

>> I have not decided
>> if you are real
>> or just a figment
>> from a fever dream.

>> With wind
>> from the East
>> and a chill
>> not right for June.

>> The night shines
>> and the torch lamp
>> glows
>> out there
>> down the hill.

>> Will you prefer
>> a lucky gnome
>> who was
>> not so sentimental?

>> -Will Dockery (June 12 2020)

>> ----
>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2022/03/twelve-efforts.html

> One of my personal faves, Doc...!

Good afternoon, I have an affection for this one as well.

Michael Pendragon wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>
>> Twelve Efforts
>>
>> Come along now
>> come along.
>> Come along now
>> go slowly.
>>
>> Now
>> we are like stone figures
>> setting a place
>> in history.
>>
>> We had one shot
>> to get out of
>> Cabbage Town
>> on crutches in the sand.
>>
>> Still dancing
>> under electric skies.
>>
>> Old Scratch
>> kept it all
>> within reason.
>>
>> Exit
>> step back.
>>
>> Let the street side
>> melodrama play out.
>>
>> I must have been
>> on a bland ego trip.
>>
>>
>> What task was I
>> set up for next?
>>
>> He was displayed
>> sitting with the crowd,
>> like a stranger
>> in an even stranger land.
>>
>> That Summer
>> left me feeling young
>> and I was young.
>>
>> I had
>> more notches to carve.
>>
>> Jump cut back
>> to Springtime.
>>
>> The refreshing wind
>> when I tried to hide.
>>
>> It was
>> morning in America
>> all the way.
>>
>> so we took it back
>> to the start.
>>
>> Throw in some
>> Rolling Stones machismo
>> or a touch of Brando.
>>
>> Like a jungle adventure
>> taken from my era
>> took a moment
>> to come to realize.
>>
>> To last
>> through
>> twelve efforts
>> weed thoughts
>> sure do
>> tax my mind.
>>
>> That will be an effort
>> we were
>> like the lost ones
>> leading the blind.
>>
>> Doomed us every day
>> Shiver's bird
>> was tossed.
>>
>> She could have been
>> someone's mother
>> but she sure was dosed.
>>
>> I was with Rita
>> who was one of my
>> favorite flames.
>>
>> Up on the hill
>> with her breakfast coffee.
>>
>> Sure loved the way
>> she played
>> the numbers games.
>>
>> We do not know
>> where he went
>> not even his brother
>> had a clue.
>>
>> We don't know
>> where he went.
>>
>> All up in alms
>> repeat the 23rd Psalms.
>>
>> All this great crass
>> rejuvenating effort
>> making a last
>> slightly late retort.
>>
>> All of us
>> laughing
>> down the avenue.
>>
>> In that humid
>> spaced out
>> Summer of 1982.
>>
>> Hercules Shiver
>> you were right
>> this is true.
>>
>> Auto writing
>> for the myth
>> from the muse.
>>
>> I made it just along the trail
>> court and spark
>> on a Saturday afternoon.
>>
>> As the world sleeps
>> nothing seems
>> to be moving.
>>
>> But that would
>> have to be
>> incorrect.
>>
>> I have not decided
>> if you are real
>> or just a figment
>> from a fever dream.
>>
>> With wind
>> from the East
>> and a chill
>> not right for June.
>>
>> The night shines
>> and the torch lamp
>> glows
>> out there
>> down the hill.
>>
>> Will you prefer
>> a lucky gnome
>> who was
>> not so sentimental?
>>
>> -Will Dockery (June 12 2020)
>>
>> ----

> < FLUSH!!!>

Go flush yourself, Pinhead...!

General-Zod wrote:

> Michael Pendragon wrote:

>> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>>> Twelve Efforts
>>>
>>> Come along now
>>> come along.
>>> Come along now
>>> go slowly.
>>>
>>> Now
>>> we are like stone figures
>>> setting a place
>>> in history.
>>>
>>> We had one shot
>>> to get out of
>>> Cabbage Town
>>> on crutches in the sand.
>>>
>>> Still dancing
>>> under electric skies.
>>>
>>> Old Scratch
>>> kept it all
>>> within reason.
>>>
>>> Exit
>>> step back.
>>>
>>> Let the street side
>>> melodrama play out.
>>>
>>> I must have been
>>> on a bland ego trip.
>>>
>>>
>>> What task was I
>>> set up for next?
>>>
>>> He was displayed
>>> sitting with the crowd,
>>> like a stranger
>>> in an even stranger land.
>>>
>>> That Summer
>>> left me feeling young
>>> and I was young.
>>>
>>> I had
>>> more notches to carve.
>>>
>>> Jump cut back
>>> to Springtime.
>>>
>>> The refreshing wind
>>> when I tried to hide.
>>>
>>> It was
>>> morning in America
>>> all the way.
>>>
>>> so we took it back
>>> to the start.
>>>
>>> Throw in some
>>> Rolling Stones machismo
>>> or a touch of Brando.
>>>
>>> Like a jungle adventure
>>> taken from my era
>>> took a moment
>>> to come to realize.
>>>
>>> To last
>>> through
>>> twelve efforts
>>> weed thoughts
>>> sure do
>>> tax my mind.
>>>
>>> That will be an effort
>>> we were
>>> like the lost ones
>>> leading the blind.
>>>
>>> Doomed us every day
>>> Shiver's bird
>>> was tossed.
>>>
>>> She could have been
>>> someone's mother
>>> but she sure was dosed.
>>>
>>> I was with Rita
>>> who was one of my
>>> favorite flames.
>>>
>>> Up on the hill
>>> with her breakfast coffee.
>>>
>>> Sure loved the way
>>> she played
>>> the numbers games.
>>>
>>> We do not know
>>> where he went
>>> not even his brother
>>> had a clue.
>>>
>>> We don't know
>>> where he went.
>>>
>>> All up in alms
>>> repeat the 23rd Psalms.
>>>
>>> All this great crass
>>> rejuvenating effort
>>> making a last
>>> slightly late retort.
>>>
>>> All of us
>>> laughing
>>> down the avenue.
>>>
>>> In that humid
>>> spaced out
>>> Summer of 1982.
>>>
>>> Hercules Shiver
>>> you were right
>>> this is true.
>>>
>>> Auto writing
>>> for the myth
>>> from the muse.
>>>
>>> I made it just along the trail
>>> court and spark
>>> on a Saturday afternoon.
>>>
>>> As the world sleeps
>>> nothing seems
>>> to be moving.
>>>
>>> But that would
>>> have to be
>>> incorrect.
>>>
>>> I have not decided
>>> if you are real
>>> or just a figment
>>> from a fever dream.
>>>
>>> With wind
>>> from the East
>>> and a chill
>>> not right for June.
>>>
>>> The night shines
>>> and the torch lamp
>>> glows
>>> out there
>>> down the hill.
>>>
>>> Will you prefer
>>> a lucky gnome
>>> who was
>>> not so sentimental?
>>>
>>> -Will Dockery (June 12 2020)
>>>
>>> ----

>> < FLUSH!!!>

> Go flush yourself, Pinhead...!

If only.

🙂

Will Dockery wrote:
>
> Twelve Efforts

> Come along now
> come along.
> Come along now
> go slowly.

> Now
> we are like stone figures
> setting a place
> in history.

> We had one shot
> to get out of
> Cabbage Town
> on crutches in the sand.

> Still dancing
> under electric skies.

> Old Scratch
> kept it all
> within reason.

> Exit
> step back.

> Let the street side
> melodrama play out.

> I must have been
> on a bland ego trip.

> What task was I
> set up for next?

> He was displayed
> sitting with the crowd,
> like a stranger
> in an even stranger land.

> That Summer
> left me feeling young
> and I was young.

> I had
> more notches to carve.

> Jump cut back
> to Springtime.

> The refreshing wind
> when I tried to hide.

> It was
> morning in America
> all the way.

> so we took it back
> to the start.

> Throw in some
> Rolling Stones machismo
> or a touch of Brando.

> Like a jungle adventure
> taken from my era
> took a moment
> to come to realize.

> To last
> through
> twelve efforts
> weed thoughts
> sure do
> tax my mind.

> That will be an effort
> we were
> like the lost ones
> leading the blind.

> Doomed us every day
> Shiver's bird
> was tossed.

> She could have been
> someone's mother
> but she sure was dosed.

> I was with Rita
> who was one of my
> favorite flames.

> Up on the hill
> with her breakfast coffee.

> Sure loved the way
> she played
> the numbers games.

> We do not know
> where he went
> not even his brother
> had a clue.

> We don't know
> where he went.

> All up in alms
> repeat the 23rd Psalms.

> All this great crass
> rejuvenating effort
> making a last
> slightly late retort.

> All of us
> laughing
> down the avenue.

> In that humid
> spaced out
> Summer of 1982.

> Hercules Shiver
> you were right
> this is true.

> Auto writing
> for the myth
> from the muse.

> I made it just along the trail
> court and spark
> on a Saturday afternoon.

> As the world sleeps
> nothing seems
> to be moving.

> But that would
> have to be
> incorrect.

> I have not decided
> if you are real
> or just a figment
> from a fever dream.

> With wind
> from the East
> and a chill
> not right for June.

> The night shines
> and the torch lamp
> glows
> out there
> down the hill.

> Will you prefer
> a lucky gnome
> who was
> not so sentimental?

> -Will Dockery (June 12 2020)

> ----
> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2022/03/twelve-efforts.html

Mythic connection...?

https://www.theoi.com/articles/what-were-the-12-labors-of-hercules/

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> Twelve Efforts

>> Come along now
>> come along.
>> Come along now
>> go slowly.

>> Now
>> we are like stone figures
>> setting a place
>> in history.

>> We had one shot
>> to get out of
>> Cabbage Town
>> on crutches in the sand.

>> Still dancing
>> under electric skies.

>> Old Scratch
>> kept it all
>> within reason.

>> Exit
>> step back.

>> Let the street side
>> melodrama play out.

>> I must have been
>> on a bland ego trip.

>> What task was I
>> set up for next?

>> He was displayed
>> sitting with the crowd,
>> like a stranger
>> in an even stranger land.

>> That Summer
>> left me feeling young
>> and I was young.

>> I had
>> more notches to carve.

>> Jump cut back
>> to Springtime.

>> The refreshing wind
>> when I tried to hide.

>> It was
>> morning in America
>> all the way.

>> so we took it back
>> to the start.

>> Throw in some
>> Rolling Stones machismo
>> or a touch of Brando.

>> Like a jungle adventure
>> taken from my era
>> took a moment
>> to come to realize.

>> To last
>> through
>> twelve efforts
>> weed thoughts
>> sure do
>> tax my mind.

>> That will be an effort
>> we were
>> like the lost ones
>> leading the blind.

>> Doomed us every day
>> Shiver's bird
>> was tossed.

>> She could have been
>> someone's mother
>> but she sure was dosed.

>> I was with Rita
>> who was one of my
>> favorite flames.

>> Up on the hill
>> with her breakfast coffee.

>> Sure loved the way
>> she played
>> the numbers games.

>> We do not know
>> where he went
>> not even his brother
>> had a clue.

>> We don't know
>> where he went.

>> All up in alms
>> repeat the 23rd Psalms.

>> All this great crass
>> rejuvenating effort
>> making a last
>> slightly late retort.

>> All of us
>> laughing
>> down the avenue.

>> In that humid
>> spaced out
>> Summer of 1982.

>> Hercules Shiver
>> you were right
>> this is true.

>> Auto writing
>> for the myth
>> from the muse.

>> I made it just along the trail
>> court and spark
>> on a Saturday afternoon.

>> As the world sleeps
>> nothing seems
>> to be moving.

>> But that would
>> have to be
>> incorrect.

>> I have not decided
>> if you are real
>> or just a figment
>> from a fever dream.

>> With wind
>> from the East
>> and a chill
>> not right for June.

>> The night shines
>> and the torch lamp
>> glows
>> out there
>> down the hill.

>> Will you prefer
>> a lucky gnome
>> who was
>> not so sentimental?

>> -Will Dockery (June 12 2020)

>> ----
>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2022/03/twelve-efforts.html

> Mythic connection...?

> https://www.theoi.com/articles/what-were-the-12-labors-of-hercules/

Interesting read, Zod.

On Sunday, February 19, 2023 at 9:05:13 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>
> General-Zod wrote:
>
> > Will Dockery wrote:
> >>
> >> Twelve Efforts
>
> >> Come along now
> >> come along.
> >> Come along now
> >> go slowly.
>
> >> Now
> >> we are like stone figures
> >> setting a place
> >> in history.
>
> >> We had one shot
> >> to get out of
> >> Cabbage Town
> >> on crutches in the sand.
>
> >> Still dancing
> >> under electric skies.
>
> >> Old Scratch
> >> kept it all
> >> within reason.
>
> >> Exit
> >> step back.
>
> >> Let the street side
> >> melodrama play out.
>
> >> I must have been
> >> on a bland ego trip.
>
>
> >> What task was I
> >> set up for next?
>
> >> He was displayed
> >> sitting with the crowd,
> >> like a stranger
> >> in an even stranger land.
>
> >> That Summer
> >> left me feeling young
> >> and I was young.
>
> >> I had
> >> more notches to carve.
>
> >> Jump cut back
> >> to Springtime.
>
> >> The refreshing wind
> >> when I tried to hide.
>
> >> It was
> >> morning in America
> >> all the way.
>
> >> so we took it back
> >> to the start.
>
> >> Throw in some
> >> Rolling Stones machismo
> >> or a touch of Brando.
>
> >> Like a jungle adventure
> >> taken from my era
> >> took a moment
> >> to come to realize.
>
> >> To last
> >> through
> >> twelve efforts
> >> weed thoughts
> >> sure do
> >> tax my mind.
>
> >> That will be an effort
> >> we were
> >> like the lost ones
> >> leading the blind.
>
> >> Doomed us every day
> >> Shiver's bird
> >> was tossed.
>
> >> She could have been
> >> someone's mother
> >> but she sure was dosed.
>
> >> I was with Rita
> >> who was one of my
> >> favorite flames.
>
> >> Up on the hill
> >> with her breakfast coffee.
>
> >> Sure loved the way
> >> she played
> >> the numbers games.
>
> >> We do not know
> >> where he went
> >> not even his brother
> >> had a clue.
>
> >> We don't know
> >> where he went.
>
> >> All up in alms
> >> repeat the 23rd Psalms.
>
> >> All this great crass
> >> rejuvenating effort
> >> making a last
> >> slightly late retort.
>
> >> All of us
> >> laughing
> >> down the avenue.
>
> >> In that humid
> >> spaced out
> >> Summer of 1982.
>
> >> Hercules Shiver
> >> you were right
> >> this is true.
>
> >> Auto writing
> >> for the myth
> >> from the muse.
>
> >> I made it just along the trail
> >> court and spark
> >> on a Saturday afternoon.
>
> >> As the world sleeps
> >> nothing seems
> >> to be moving.
>
> >> But that would
> >> have to be
> >> incorrect.
>
> >> I have not decided
> >> if you are real
> >> or just a figment
> >> from a fever dream.
>
> >> With wind
> >> from the East
> >> and a chill
> >> not right for June.
>
> >> The night shines
> >> and the torch lamp
> >> glows
> >> out there
> >> down the hill.
>
> >> Will you prefer
> >> a lucky gnome
> >> who was
> >> not so sentimental?
>
> >> -Will Dockery (June 12 2020)
>
> >> ----
> >> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2022/03/twelve-efforts.html
>
>
> > Mythic connection...?
>
> > https://www.theoi.com/articles/what-were-the-12-labors-of-hercules/
> Interesting read, Zod.

https://www.studymode.com/essays/Differences-And-Similarities-Between-Hercules-And-Jesus-85877304.html

******************** Herculean myth resembles Jesus in many areas. The mortal and chaste Alcmene, the mother of Hercules, gave birth to him from a union with God (Zeus). Similar to Herod who wanted to kill Jesus, Hera wanted to kill Hercules. Like Jesus, Hercules traveled the earth as a mortal helping mankind and performed miraculous deeds. Similar to Jesus who died and rose to heaven, Hercules died, rose to Mt. Olympus and became a god. Hercules gives example of perhaps the most popular hero in Ancient Greece and Rome. They believed that he actually lived, told stories about him, worshiped him, and dedicated temples to him. Likewise the "evidence" of Hercules closely parallels that of Jesus. *********************

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> Twelve Efforts

>> Come along now
>> come along.
>> Come along now
>> go slowly.

>> Now
>> we are like stone figures
>> setting a place
>> in history.

>> We had one shot
>> to get out of
>> Cabbage Town
>> on crutches in the sand.

>> Still dancing
>> under electric skies.

>> Old Scratch
>> kept it all
>> within reason.

>> Exit
>> step back.

>> Let the street side
>> melodrama play out.

>> I must have been
>> on a bland ego trip.

>> What task was I
>> set up for next?

>> He was displayed
>> sitting with the crowd,
>> like a stranger
>> in an even stranger land.

>> That Summer
>> left me feeling young
>> and I was young.

>> I had
>> more notches to carve.

>> Jump cut back
>> to Springtime.

>> The refreshing wind
>> when I tried to hide.

>> It was
>> morning in America
>> all the way.

>> so we took it back
>> to the start.

>> Throw in some
>> Rolling Stones machismo
>> or a touch of Brando.

>> Like a jungle adventure
>> taken from my era
>> took a moment
>> to come to realize.

>> To last
>> through
>> twelve efforts
>> weed thoughts
>> sure do
>> tax my mind.

>> That will be an effort
>> we were
>> like the lost ones
>> leading the blind.

>> Doomed us every day
>> Shiver's bird
>> was tossed.

>> She could have been
>> someone's mother
>> but she sure was dosed.

>> I was with Rita
>> who was one of my
>> favorite flames.

>> Up on the hill
>> with her breakfast coffee.

>> Sure loved the way
>> she played
>> the numbers games.

>> We do not know
>> where he went
>> not even his brother
>> had a clue.

>> We don't know
>> where he went.

>> All up in alms
>> repeat the 23rd Psalms.

>> All this great crass
>> rejuvenating effort
>> making a last
>> slightly late retort.

>> All of us
>> laughing
>> down the avenue.

>> In that humid
>> spaced out
>> Summer of 1982.

>> Hercules Shiver
>> you were right
>> this is true.

>> Auto writing
>> for the myth
>> from the muse.

>> I made it just along the trail
>> court and spark
>> on a Saturday afternoon.

>> As the world sleeps
>> nothing seems
>> to be moving.

>> But that would
>> have to be
>> incorrect.

>> I have not decided
>> if you are real
>> or just a figment
>> from a fever dream.

>> With wind
>> from the East
>> and a chill
>> not right for June.

>> The night shines
>> and the torch lamp
>> glows
>> out there
>> down the hill.

>> Will you prefer
>> a lucky gnome
>> who was
>> not so sentimental?

>> -Will Dockery (June 12 2020)

>> ----
>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2022/03/twelve-efforts.html

> One of my personal faves, Doc...!

Good afternoon, thanks again.

Zod wrote:

> On Sunday, February 19, 2023 at 9:05:13 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> General-Zod wrote:
>>
>> > Will Dockery wrote:
>> >>
>> >> Twelve Efforts
>>
>> >> Come along now
>> >> come along.
>> >> Come along now
>> >> go slowly.
>>
>> >> Now
>> >> we are like stone figures
>> >> setting a place
>> >> in history.
>>
>> >> We had one shot
>> >> to get out of
>> >> Cabbage Town
>> >> on crutches in the sand.
>>
>> >> Still dancing
>> >> under electric skies.
>>
>> >> Old Scratch
>> >> kept it all
>> >> within reason.
>>
>> >> Exit
>> >> step back.
>>
>> >> Let the street side
>> >> melodrama play out.
>>
>> >> I must have been
>> >> on a bland ego trip.
>>
>>
>> >> What task was I
>> >> set up for next?
>>
>> >> He was displayed
>> >> sitting with the crowd,
>> >> like a stranger
>> >> in an even stranger land.
>>
>> >> That Summer
>> >> left me feeling young
>> >> and I was young.
>>
>> >> I had
>> >> more notches to carve.
>>
>> >> Jump cut back
>> >> to Springtime.
>>
>> >> The refreshing wind
>> >> when I tried to hide.
>>
>> >> It was
>> >> morning in America
>> >> all the way.
>>
>> >> so we took it back
>> >> to the start.
>>
>> >> Throw in some
>> >> Rolling Stones machismo
>> >> or a touch of Brando.
>>
>> >> Like a jungle adventure
>> >> taken from my era
>> >> took a moment
>> >> to come to realize.
>>
>> >> To last
>> >> through
>> >> twelve efforts
>> >> weed thoughts
>> >> sure do
>> >> tax my mind.
>>
>> >> That will be an effort
>> >> we were
>> >> like the lost ones
>> >> leading the blind.
>>
>> >> Doomed us every day
>> >> Shiver's bird
>> >> was tossed.
>>
>> >> She could have been
>> >> someone's mother
>> >> but she sure was dosed.
>>
>> >> I was with Rita
>> >> who was one of my
>> >> favorite flames.
>>
>> >> Up on the hill
>> >> with her breakfast coffee.
>>
>> >> Sure loved the way
>> >> she played
>> >> the numbers games.
>>
>> >> We do not know
>> >> where he went
>> >> not even his brother
>> >> had a clue.
>>
>> >> We don't know
>> >> where he went.
>>
>> >> All up in alms
>> >> repeat the 23rd Psalms.
>>
>> >> All this great crass
>> >> rejuvenating effort
>> >> making a last
>> >> slightly late retort.
>>
>> >> All of us
>> >> laughing
>> >> down the avenue.
>>
>> >> In that humid
>> >> spaced out
>> >> Summer of 1982.
>>
>> >> Hercules Shiver
>> >> you were right
>> >> this is true.
>>
>> >> Auto writing
>> >> for the myth
>> >> from the muse.
>>
>> >> I made it just along the trail
>> >> court and spark
>> >> on a Saturday afternoon.
>>
>> >> As the world sleeps
>> >> nothing seems
>> >> to be moving.
>>
>> >> But that would
>> >> have to be
>> >> incorrect.
>>
>> >> I have not decided
>> >> if you are real
>> >> or just a figment
>> >> from a fever dream.
>>
>> >> With wind
>> >> from the East
>> >> and a chill
>> >> not right for June.
>>
>> >> The night shines
>> >> and the torch lamp
>> >> glows
>> >> out there
>> >> down the hill.
>>
>> >> Will you prefer
>> >> a lucky gnome
>> >> who was
>> >> not so sentimental?
>>
>> >> -Will Dockery (June 12 2020)
>>
>> >> ----
>> >> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2022/03/twelve-efforts.html
>>
>>
>> > Mythic connection...?
>>
>> > https://www.theoi.com/articles/what-were-the-12-labors-of-hercules/
>> Interesting read, Zod.

> https://www.studymode.com/essays/Differences-And-Similarities-Between-Hercules-And-Jesus-85877304.html

> ******************** Herculean myth resembles Jesus in many areas. The mortal and chaste Alcmene, the mother of Hercules, gave birth to him from a union with God (Zeus). Similar to Herod who wanted to kill Jesus, Hera wanted to kill Hercules. Like Jesus, Hercules traveled the earth as a mortal helping mankind and performed miraculous deeds. Similar to Jesus who died and rose to heaven, Hercules died, rose to Mt. Olympus and became a god. Hercules gives example of perhaps the most popular hero in Ancient Greece and Rome. They believed that he actually lived, told stories about him, worshiped him, and dedicated temples to him. Likewise the "evidence" of Hercules closely parallels that of Jesus. *********************

Interesting read, thanks again.

Michael Pendragon wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>
>> Twelve Efforts
>>
>> Come along now
>> come along.
>> Come along now
>> go slowly.
>>
>> Now
>> we are like stone figures
>> setting a place
>> in history.
>>
>> We had one shot
>> to get out of
>> Cabbage Town
>> on crutches in the sand.
>>
>> Still dancing
>> under electric skies.
>>
>> Old Scratch
>> kept it all
>> within reason.
>>
>> Exit
>> step back.
>>
>> Let the street side
>> melodrama play out.
>>
>> I must have been
>> on a bland ego trip.
>>
>>
>> What task was I
>> set up for next?
>>
>> He was displayed
>> sitting with the crowd,
>> like a stranger
>> in an even stranger land.
>>
>> That Summer
>> left me feeling young
>> and I was young.
>>
>> I had
>> more notches to carve.
>>
>> Jump cut back
>> to Springtime.
>>
>> The refreshing wind
>> when I tried to hide.
>>
>> It was
>> morning in America
>> all the way.
>>
>> so we took it back
>> to the start.
>>
>> Throw in some
>> Rolling Stones machismo
>> or a touch of Brando.
>>
>> Like a jungle adventure
>> taken from my era
>> took a moment
>> to come to realize.
>>
>> To last
>> through
>> twelve efforts
>> weed thoughts
>> sure do
>> tax my mind.
>>
>> That will be an effort
>> we were
>> like the lost ones
>> leading the blind.
>>
>> Doomed us every day
>> Shiver's bird
>> was tossed.
>>
>> She could have been
>> someone's mother
>> but she sure was dosed.
>>
>> I was with Rita
>> who was one of my
>> favorite flames.
>>
>> Up on the hill
>> with her breakfast coffee.
>>
>> Sure loved the way
>> she played
>> the numbers games.
>>
>> We do not know
>> where he went
>> not even his brother
>> had a clue.
>>
>> We don't know
>> where he went.
>>
>> All up in alms
>> repeat the 23rd Psalms.
>>
>> All this great crass
>> rejuvenating effort
>> making a last
>> slightly late retort.
>>
>> All of us
>> laughing
>> down the avenue.
>>
>> In that humid
>> spaced out
>> Summer of 1982.
>>
>> Hercules Shiver
>> you were right
>> this is true.
>>
>> Auto writing
>> for the myth
>> from the muse.
>>
>> I made it just along the trail
>> court and spark
>> on a Saturday afternoon.
>>
>> As the world sleeps
>> nothing seems
>> to be moving.
>>
>> But that would
>> have to be
>> incorrect.
>>
>> I have not decided
>> if you are real
>> or just a figment
>> from a fever dream.
>>
>> With wind
>> from the East
>> and a chill
>> not right for June.
>>
>> The night shines
>> and the torch lamp
>> glows
>> out there
>> down the hill.
>>
>> Will you prefer
>> a lucky gnome
>> who was
>> not so sentimental?
>>
>> -Will Dockery (June 12 2020)
>>
>> ----

> < FLUSH!!!>

Hope you didn't drown when you flushed yourself, Pendragon.

:)