On Friday, December 30, 2022 at 6:33:11 PM UTC-5, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> On Friday, December 30, 2022 at 4:25:09 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> > On Friday, December 30, 2022 at 10:25:31 AM UTC-5, michaelmalef...@gmail.com wrote:
> > >
> > > Journey in the Past
> > ----
> > From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> > https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html
> > > xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
> > xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
> > xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
> > >
> > > -Will Donkey (2020)
> >
> > You're an obsessive little motherfucker, are you not, Penhead..?
> C&C,

From a delusional, ignorant monkey.

HTH and HAND.

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

This poem is on topic for today also, telling the story of the time right before my move to Atlanta in the Fall of 1980.

HTH and HAND.

Michael Pendragon wrote:

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

> "Thanks

You're welcome.

🙂

Family Guy wrote:
> Will Dockery wrote:
>> Mack A. Damia wrote:
> >> will.d...@gmail.com (Will Dockery)
> >> > wrote:
>
> ----
> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html
>
> it's not.

Yes it is.

🙂

Family Guy wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>> Mack A. Damia wrote:
>>
>> > 22:33:55 +0000, will.d...@gmail.com (W.Dockery)
>> > wrote:

> it's not

As if you'd know.

🙂

Michael Pendragon wrote:

> On Tuesday, June 13, 2023 at 5:35:14 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>
>> Journey in the Past
>>
>> Back in 1980, a long ago time
>> I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
>> Get off work at five
>> from Harvey Lumber and Supply
>> and be in Atlanta by nine.
>>
>> The commute was billed as express
>> but was often a slow ride at best.
>> The bus stopped at each town
>> the driver's horn would loudly sound
>> the journey put my patience to the test.
>>
>> Once settled in the ride was a breeze
>> my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
>> I'd dash out a poem
>> happy to be finally going
>> knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
>>
>> The bus rolled through little towns
>> with a screeching, roaring sound.
>> As the bus made the stop
>> on and off folks would hop
>> and soon we would again be northbound.
>>
>> The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
>> I'd jump off for my short vacation.
>> With my suitcase I'd walk
>> up the long street I'd stalk
>> for the next leg of my destination.
>>
>> Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
>> with correct change I could jump on.
>> Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
>> watching city lights flash through the dark
>> the sensation was like being stoned.
>>
>> Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
>> was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
>> I'd had a fine trip
>> now it was time to slip
>> Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
>>
>> -Will Dockery (2020)
>>
>> ----
>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html

> DONKEY

Stop shouting, little monkey.

🙂

General-Zod wrote:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

>> -Will Dockery (2020)

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

> Second read, quite good....

Good morning, thanks again.