Will Dockery wrote:

> Behind The Forest.

> Under the tent
> can't describe this light.
> Under the black base
> are blue and red shadows.
> The ink glistens
> silvery like tiny mercury.

> Working to purity
> music and words and sweat.
> No tears.
> Forget tommorow.
> Let go the problems in time.

> Sun bleached cure
> the addiction does not hold me
> as the drugs
> human drugs
> create the sound.
> Saint Augustine night
> moon mother smiles.

> Catch the flow
> it may never be back again, though possible.
> Poetic form disintegrates
> quit cold turkey,
> so I can find what I have lost.
> Termite stars shine on the oldest city.

> The facist doctors
> are no match for the
> old man with beads.
> Double digeridoo warble
> aboriginal soul hum.
> Sweat, blue meets red.
> Let it drop for peace of mind.

> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes
> through the breeze...
> words about money float by.
> Hope springs eternal
> as long as the well ain't dry.

> -Will Dockery

> ----------------------------------------------

One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series.

As always, comments and critique are welcome.

🙂

Will Dockery wrote:
>
>> Behind The Forest.

>> Under the tent
>> can't describe this light.
>> Under the black base
>> are blue and red shadows.
>> The ink glistens
>> silvery like tiny mercury.

>> Working to purity
>> music and words and sweat.
>> No tears.
>> Forget tommorow.
>> Let go the problems in time.

>> Sun bleached cure
>> the addiction does not hold me
>> as the drugs
>> human drugs
>> create the sound.
>> Saint Augustine night
>> moon mother smiles.

>> Catch the flow
>> it may never be back again, though possible.
>> Poetic form disintegrates
>> quit cold turkey,
>> so I can find what I have lost.
>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city.

>> The fascist doctors
>> are no match for the
>> old man with beads.
>> Double digeridoo warble
>> aboriginal soul hum.
>> Sweat, blue meets red.
>> Let it drop for peace of mind.

>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes
>> through the breeze...
>> words about money float by.
>> Hope springs eternal
>> as long as the well ain't dry.

>> -Will Dockery

>> ----------------------------------------------

> One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series.

> As always, comments and critique are welcome.

> 🙂

Outstanding poetry, Doc....

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>>> Behind The Forest.

>>> Under the tent
>>> can't describe this light.
>>> Under the black base
>>> are blue and red shadows.
>>> The ink glistens
>>> silvery like tiny mercury.

>>> Working to purity
>>> music and words and sweat.
>>> No tears.
>>> Forget tommorow.
>>> Let go the problems in time.

>>> Sun bleached cure
>>> the addiction does not hold me
>>> as the drugs
>>> human drugs
>>> create the sound.
>>> Saint Augustine night
>>> moon mother smiles.

>>> Catch the flow
>>> it may never be back again, though possible.
>>> Poetic form disintegrates
>>> quit cold turkey,
>>> so I can find what I have lost.
>>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city.

>>> The fascist doctors
>>> are no match for the
>>> old man with beads.
>>> Double digeridoo warble
>>> aboriginal soul hum.
>>> Sweat, blue meets red.
>>> Let it drop for peace of mind.

>>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes
>>> through the breeze...
>>> words about money float by.
>>> Hope springs eternal
>>> as long as the well ain't dry.

>>> -Will Dockery

>>> ----------------------------------------------

>> One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series.

>> As always, comments and critique are welcome.

>>

> Outstanding poetry, Doc....

Good evening, my friend.

Hope you're having a good one.

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>>> Behind The Forest.

>>> Under the tent
>>> can't describe this light.
>>> Under the black base
>>> are blue and red shadows.
>>> The ink glistens
>>> silvery like tiny mercury.

>>> Working to purity
>>> music and words and sweat.
>>> No tears.
>>> Forget tommorow.
>>> Let go the problems in time.

>>> Sun bleached cure
>>> the addiction does not hold me
>>> as the drugs
>>> human drugs
>>> create the sound.
>>> Saint Augustine night
>>> moon mother smiles.

>>> Catch the flow
>>> it may never be back again, though possible.
>>> Poetic form disintegrates
>>> quit cold turkey,
>>> so I can find what I have lost.
>>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city.

>>> The fascist doctors
>>> are no match for the
>>> old man with beads.
>>> Double digeridoo warble
>>> aboriginal soul hum.
>>> Sweat, blue meets red.
>>> Let it drop for peace of mind.

>>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes
>>> through the breeze...
>>> words about money float by.
>>> Hope springs eternal
>>> as long as the well ain't dry.

>>> -Will Dockery

>>> ----------------------------------------------

>> One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series.

>> As always, comments and critique are welcome.

>>

> Outstanding poetry, Doc....

Good morning, Zod, and thanks again for the nod.

🙂

Will Dockery wrote:

>> Behind The Forest.

>> Under the tent
>> can't describe this light.
>> Under the black base
>> are blue and red shadows.
>> The ink glistens
>> silvery like tiny mercury.

>> Working to purity
>> music and words and sweat.
>> No tears.
>> Forget tommorow.
>> Let go the problems in time.

>> Sun bleached cure
>> the addiction does not hold me
>> as the drugs
>> human drugs
>> create the sound.
>> Saint Augustine night
>> moon mother smiles.

>> Catch the flow
>> it may never be back again, though possible.
>> Poetic form disintegrates
>> quit cold turkey,
>> so I can find what I have lost.
>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city.

>> The fascist doctors
>> are no match for the
>> old man with beads.
>> Double digeridoo warble
>> aboriginal soul hum.
>> Sweat, blue meets red.
>> Let it drop for peace of mind.

>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes
>> through the breeze...
>> words about money float by.
>> Hope springs eternal
>> as long as the well ain't dry.

>> -Will Dockery

>> ----------------------------------------------

> One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series.

> As always, comments and critique are welcome.

Actually, an all-time favorite...!

Rocky Stoneberg wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:

>>> Behind The Forest.

>>> Under the tent
>>> can't describe this light.
>>> Under the black base
>>> are blue and red shadows.
>>> The ink glistens
>>> silvery like tiny mercury.

>>> Working to purity
>>> music and words and sweat.
>>> No tears.
>>> Forget tommorow.
>>> Let go the problems in time.

>>> Sun bleached cure
>>> the addiction does not hold me
>>> as the drugs
>>> human drugs
>>> create the sound.
>>> Saint Augustine night
>>> moon mother smiles.

>>> Catch the flow
>>> it may never be back again, though possible.
>>> Poetic form disintegrates
>>> quit cold turkey,
>>> so I can find what I have lost.
>>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city.

>>> The fascist doctors
>>> are no match for the
>>> old man with beads.
>>> Double digeridoo warble
>>> aboriginal soul hum.
>>> Sweat, blue meets red.
>>> Let it drop for peace of mind.

>>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes
>>> through the breeze...
>>> words about money float by.
>>> Hope springs eternal
>>> as long as the well ain't dry.

>>> -Will Dockery

>>> ----------------------------------------------

>> One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series.

>> As always, comments and critique are welcome.

> Actually, an all-time favorite...!

Thanks for the nod, Rocky.

🙂

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>>> Behind The Forest.

>>> Under the tent
>>> can't describe this light.
>>> Under the black base
>>> are blue and red shadows.
>>> The ink glistens
>>> silvery like tiny mercury.

>>> Working to purity
>>> music and words and sweat.
>>> No tears.
>>> Forget tommorow.
>>> Let go the problems in time.

>>> Sun bleached cure
>>> the addiction does not hold me
>>> as the drugs
>>> human drugs
>>> create the sound.
>>> Saint Augustine night
>>> moon mother smiles.

>>> Catch the flow
>>> it may never be back again, though possible.
>>> Poetic form disintegrates
>>> quit cold turkey,
>>> so I can find what I have lost.
>>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city.

>>> The fascist doctors
>>> are no match for the
>>> old man with beads.
>>> Double digeridoo warble
>>> aboriginal soul hum.
>>> Sweat, blue meets red.
>>> Let it drop for peace of mind.

>>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes
>>> through the breeze...
>>> words about money float by.
>>> Hope springs eternal
>>> as long as the well ain't dry.

>>> -Will Dockery

>>> ----------------------------------------------

>> One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series.

>> As always, comments and critique are welcome.

>> 🙂

> Outstanding poetry, Doc....

Good afternoon and thanks again for the nod, Zod.

:)

Will Dockery wrote:
>
>> Behind The Forest.

>> Under the tent
>> can't describe this light.
>> Under the black base
>> are blue and red shadows.
>> The ink glistens
>> silvery like tiny mercury.

>> Working to purity
>> music and words and sweat.
>> No tears.
>> Forget tommorow.
>> Let go the problems in time.

>> Sun bleached cure
>> the addiction does not hold me
>> as the drugs
>> human drugs
>> create the sound.
>> Saint Augustine night
>> moon mother smiles.

>> Catch the flow
>> it may never be back again, though possible.
>> Poetic form disintegrates
>> quit cold turkey,
>> so I can find what I have lost.
>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city.

>> The fascist doctors
>> are no match for the
>> old man with beads.
>> Double digeridoo warble
>> aboriginal soul hum.
>> Sweat, blue meets red.
>> Let it drop for peace of mind.

>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes
>> through the breeze...
>> words about money float by.
>> Hope springs eternal
>> as long as the well ain't dry.

>> -Will Dockery

>> ----------------------------------------------

> One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series.

> As always, comments and critique are welcome.

> 🙂

Such a vivid evocation of bygone times, very touching...

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>>> Behind The Forest.

>>> Under the tent
>>> can't describe this light.
>>> Under the black base
>>> are blue and red shadows.
>>> The ink glistens
>>> silvery like tiny mercury.

>>> Working to purity
>>> music and words and sweat.
>>> No tears.
>>> Forget tommorow.
>>> Let go the problems in time.

>>> Sun bleached cure
>>> the addiction does not hold me
>>> as the drugs
>>> human drugs
>>> create the sound.
>>> Saint Augustine night
>>> moon mother smiles.

>>> Catch the flow
>>> it may never be back again, though possible.
>>> Poetic form disintegrates
>>> quit cold turkey,
>>> so I can find what I have lost.
>>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city.

>>> The fascist doctors
>>> are no match for the
>>> old man with beads.
>>> Double digeridoo warble
>>> aboriginal soul hum.
>>> Sweat, blue meets red.
>>> Let it drop for peace of mind.

>>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes
>>> through the breeze...
>>> words about money float by.
>>> Hope springs eternal
>>> as long as the well ain't dry.

>>> -Will Dockery

>>> ----------------------------------------------

>> One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series.

>> As always, comments and critique are welcome.

>
> Outstanding poetry, Doc....

Thanks again for reading and commenting.

Will Dockery wrote:

> General-Zod wrote:

>> Will Dockery wrote:
>>>
>>>> Behind The Forest.

>>>> Under the tent
>>>> can't describe this light.
>>>> Under the black base
>>>> are blue and red shadows.
>>>> The ink glistens
>>>> silvery like tiny mercury.

>>>> Working to purity
>>>> music and words and sweat.
>>>> No tears.
>>>> Forget tommorow.
>>>> Let go the problems in time.

>>>> Sun bleached cure
>>>> the addiction does not hold me
>>>> as the drugs
>>>> human drugs
>>>> create the sound.
>>>> Saint Augustine night
>>>> moon mother smiles.

>>>> Catch the flow
>>>> it may never be back again, though possible.
>>>> Poetic form disintegrates
>>>> quit cold turkey,
>>>> so I can find what I have lost.
>>>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city.

>>>> The fascist doctors
>>>> are no match for the
>>>> old man with beads.
>>>> Double digeridoo warble
>>>> aboriginal soul hum.
>>>> Sweat, blue meets red.
>>>> Let it drop for peace of mind.

>>>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes
>>>> through the breeze...
>>>> words about money float by.
>>>> Hope springs eternal
>>>> as long as the well ain't dry.

>>>> -Will Dockery

>>>> ----------------------------------------------

>>> One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series.

>>> As always, comments and critique are welcome.

>>
>> Outstanding poetry, Doc....

> Thanks again for reading and commenting.

Good day to you...!

Victor H. wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:

>> General-Zod wrote:

>>> Will Dockery wrote:
>>>>
>>>>> Behind The Forest.

>>>>> Under the tent
>>>>> can't describe this light.
>>>>> Under the black base
>>>>> are blue and red shadows.
>>>>> The ink glistens
>>>>> silvery like tiny mercury.

>>>>> Working to purity
>>>>> music and words and sweat.
>>>>> No tears.
>>>>> Forget tommorow.
>>>>> Let go the problems in time.

>>>>> Sun bleached cure
>>>>> the addiction does not hold me
>>>>> as the drugs
>>>>> human drugs
>>>>> create the sound.
>>>>> Saint Augustine night
>>>>> moon mother smiles.

>>>>> Catch the flow
>>>>> it may never be back again, though possible.
>>>>> Poetic form disintegrates
>>>>> quit cold turkey,
>>>>> so I can find what I have lost.
>>>>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city.

>>>>> The fascist doctors
>>>>> are no match for the
>>>>> old man with beads.
>>>>> Double digeridoo warble
>>>>> aboriginal soul hum.
>>>>> Sweat, blue meets red.
>>>>> Let it drop for peace of mind.

>>>>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes
>>>>> through the breeze...
>>>>> words about money float by.
>>>>> Hope springs eternal
>>>>> as long as the well ain't dry.

>>>>> -Will Dockery

>>>>> ----------------------------------------------

>>>> One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series.

>>>> As always, comments and critique are welcome.

>>>
>>> Outstanding poetry, Doc....

>> Thanks again for reading and commenting.

> Good day to you...!

Good evening, my friend.

🙂

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>>> Behind The Forest.

>>> Under the tent
>>> can't describe this light.
>>> Under the black base
>>> are blue and red shadows.
>>> The ink glistens
>>> silvery like tiny mercury.

>>> Working to purity
>>> music and words and sweat.
>>> No tears.
>>> Forget tomorrow.
>>> Let go the problems in time.

>>> Sun bleached cure
>>> the addiction does not hold me
>>> as the drugs
>>> human drugs
>>> create the sound.
>>> Saint Augustine night
>>> moon mother smiles.

>>> Catch the flow
>>> it may never be back again, though possible.
>>> Poetic form disintegrates
>>> quit cold turkey,
>>> so I can find what I have lost.
>>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city.

>>> The fascist doctors
>>> are no match for the
>>> old man with beads.
>>> Double digeridoo warble
>>> aboriginal soul hum.
>>> Sweat, blue meets red.
>>> Let it drop for peace of mind.

>>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes
>>> through the breeze...
>>> words about money float by.
>>> Hope springs eternal
>>> as long as the well ain't dry.

>>> -Will Dockery

>>> ----------------------------------------------

>> One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series.

>> As always, comments and critique are welcome.

>>

> Outstanding poetry, Doc....

Thanks, I was working on a high level at that time, don't remember the exact date for it, Summer 1997 basically.

Will Dockery wrote:
>
>> Behind The Forest.

>> Under the tent
>> can't describe this light.
>> Under the black base
>> are blue and red shadows.
>> The ink glistens
>> silvery like tiny mercury.

>> Working to purity
>> music and words and sweat.
>> No tears.
>> Forget tommorow.
>> Let go the problems in time.

>> Sun bleached cure
>> the addiction does not hold me
>> as the drugs
>> human drugs
>> create the sound.
>> Saint Augustine night
>> moon mother smiles.

>> Catch the flow
>> it may never be back again, though possible.
>> Poetic form disintegrates
>> quit cold turkey,
>> so I can find what I have lost.
>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city.

>> The facist doctors
>> are no match for the
>> old man with beads.
>> Double digeridoo warble
>> aboriginal soul hum.
>> Sweat, blue meets red.
>> Let it drop for peace of mind.

>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes
>> through the breeze...
>> words about money float by.
>> Hope springs eternal
>> as long as the well ain't dry.

>> -Will Dockery

>> ----------------------------------------------

> One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series.

> As always, comments and critique are welcome.

> 🙂

Fine series...

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>>> Behind The Forest.

>>> Under the tent
>>> can't describe this light.
>>> Under the black base
>>> are blue and red shadows.
>>> The ink glistens
>>> silvery like tiny mercury.

>>> Working to purity
>>> music and words and sweat.
>>> No tears.
>>> Forget tomorrow.
>>> Let go the problems in time.

>>> Sun bleached cure
>>> the addiction does not hold me
>>> as the drugs
>>> human drugs
>>> create the sound.
>>> Saint Augustine night
>>> moon mother smiles.

>>> Catch the flow
>>> it may never be back again, though possible.
>>> Poetic form disintegrates
>>> quit cold turkey,
>>> so I can find what I have lost.
>>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city.

>>> The fascist doctors
>>> are no match for the
>>> old man with beads.
>>> Double digeridoo warble
>>> aboriginal soul hum.
>>> Sweat, blue meets red.
>>> Let it drop for peace of mind.

>>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes
>>> through the breeze...
>>> words about money float by.
>>> Hope springs eternal
>>> as long as the well ain't dry.

>>> -Will Dockery

>>> ----------------------------------------------

>> One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series.

>> As always, comments and critique are welcome.

>>

> Outstanding poetry, Doc....

Thanks again for the nod, and hope you and Mike are having a great weekend.

🙂

Will Dockery wrote:
>
>> Behind The Forest.

>> Under the tent
>> can't describe this light.
>> Under the black base
>> are blue and red shadows.
>> The ink glistens
>> silvery like tiny mercury.

>> Working to purity
>> music and words and sweat.
>> No tears.
>> Forget tommorow.
>> Let go the problems in time.

>> Sun bleached cure
>> the addiction does not hold me
>> as the drugs
>> human drugs
>> create the sound.
>> Saint Augustine night
>> moon mother smiles.

>> Catch the flow
>> it may never be back again, though possible.
>> Poetic form disintegrates
>> quit cold turkey,
>> so I can find what I have lost.
>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city.

>> The facist doctors
>> are no match for the
>> old man with beads.
>> Double digeridoo warble
>> aboriginal soul hum.
>> Sweat, blue meets red.
>> Let it drop for peace of mind.

>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes
>> through the breeze...
>> words about money float by.
>> Hope springs eternal
>> as long as the well ain't dry.

>> -Will Dockery

>> ----------------------------------------------

> One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series.

> As always, comments and critique are welcome.

> 🙂

One of the great ones....

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>>> Behind The Forest.

>>> Under the tent
>>> can't describe this light.
>>> Under the black base
>>> are blue and red shadows.
>>> The ink glistens
>>> silvery like tiny mercury.

>>> Working to purity
>>> music and words and sweat.
>>> No tears.
>>> Forget tommorow.
>>> Let go the problems in time.

>>> Sun bleached cure
>>> the addiction does not hold me
>>> as the drugs
>>> human drugs
>>> create the sound.
>>> Saint Augustine night
>>> moon mother smiles.

>>> Catch the flow
>>> it may never be back again, though possible.
>>> Poetic form disintegrates
>>> quit cold turkey,
>>> so I can find what I have lost.
>>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city.

>>> The fascist doctors
>>> are no match for the
>>> old man with beads.
>>> Double digeridoo warble
>>> aboriginal soul hum.
>>> Sweat, blue meets red.
>>> Let it drop for peace of mind.

>>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes
>>> through the breeze...
>>> words about money float by.
>>> Hope springs eternal
>>> as long as the well ain't dry.

>>> -Will Dockery

>>> ----------------------------------------------

>> One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series.

>> As always, comments and critique are welcome.

>> 🙂

> Outstanding poetry, Doc....

Good evening, thanks again.

On Monday, August 22, 2022 at 12:52:30 AM UTC-4, opb...@yahoo.com wrote:
> General-Zod wrote:
>
> > Will Dockery wrote:
> >>
> >>> Behind The Forest.
>
> >>> Under the tent
> >>> can't describe this light.
> >>> Under the black base
> >>> are blue and red shadows.
> >>> The ink glistens
> >>> silvery like tiny mercury.
>
> >>> Working to purity
> >>> music and words and sweat.
> >>> No tears.
> >>> Forget tommorow.
> >>> Let go the problems in time.
>
> >>> Sun bleached cure
> >>> the addiction does not hold me
> >>> as the drugs
> >>> human drugs
> >>> create the sound.
> >>> Saint Augustine night
> >>> moon mother smiles.
>
> >>> Catch the flow
> >>> it may never be back again, though possible.
> >>> Poetic form disintegrates
> >>> quit cold turkey,
> >>> so I can find what I have lost.
> >>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city.
> >>> The fascist doctors
> >>> are no match for the
> >>> old man with beads.
> >>> Double digeridoo warble
> >>> aboriginal soul hum.
> >>> Sweat, blue meets red.
> >>> Let it drop for peace of mind.
>
> >>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes
> >>> through the breeze...
> >>> words about money float by.
> >>> Hope springs eternal
> >>> as long as the well ain't dry.
>
> >>> -Will Dockery
>
> >>> ----------------------------------------------
>
> >> One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series.
>
> >> As always, comments and critique are welcome.
>
> >> 🙂
> > Outstanding poetry, Doc....
>
> Good evening, thanks again.

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Family Guy wrote:

> On Monday, August 22, 2022 at 12:52:30 AM UTC-4, opb...@yahoo.com wrote:
>> General-Zod wrote:
>>
>> > Will Dockery wrote:
>> >>
>> >>> Behind The Forest.
>>
>> >>> Under the tent
>> >>> can't describe this light.
>> >>> Under the black base
>> >>> are blue and red shadows.
>> >>> The ink glistens
>> >>> silvery like tiny mercury.
>>
>> >>> Working to purity
>> >>> music and words and sweat.
>> >>> No tears.
>> >>> Forget tommorow.
>> >>> Let go the problems in time.
>>
>> >>> Sun bleached cure
>> >>> the addiction does not hold me
>> >>> as the drugs
>> >>> human drugs
>> >>> create the sound.
>> >>> Saint Augustine night
>> >>> moon mother smiles.
>>
>> >>> Catch the flow
>> >>> it may never be back again, though possible.
>> >>> Poetic form disintegrates
>> >>> quit cold turkey,
>> >>> so I can find what I have lost.
>> >>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city.
>> >>> The fascist doctors
>> >>> are no match for the
>> >>> old man with beads.
>> >>> Double digeridoo warble
>> >>> aboriginal soul hum.
>> >>> Sweat, blue meets red.
>> >>> Let it drop for peace of mind.
>>
>> >>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes
>> >>> through the breeze...
>> >>> words about money float by.
>> >>> Hope springs eternal
>> >>> as long as the well ain't dry.
>>
>> >>> -Will Dockery
>>
>> >>> ----------------------------------------------
>>
>> >> One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series.
>>
>> >> As always, comments and critique are welcome.
>>
>
>> > Outstanding poetry, Doc....
>>
>> Good evening, thanks again.

> REPORTED TO THE INTERNET POLICE AS SPAM

Troll much, Dink?

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>>> Behind The Forest.

>>> Under the tent
>>> can't describe this light.
>>> Under the black base
>>> are blue and red shadows.
>>> The ink glistens
>>> silvery like tiny mercury.

>>> Working to purity
>>> music and words and sweat.
>>> No tears.
>>> Forget tomorrow.
>>> Let go the problems in time.

>>> Sun bleached cure
>>> the addiction does not hold me
>>> as the drugs
>>> human drugs
>>> create the sound.
>>> Saint Augustine night
>>> moon mother smiles.

>>> Catch the flow
>>> it may never be back again, though possible.
>>> Poetic form disintegrates
>>> quit cold turkey,
>>> so I can find what I have lost.
>>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city.

>>> The fascist doctors
>>> are no match for the
>>> old man with beads.
>>> Double digeridoo warble
>>> aboriginal soul hum.
>>> Sweat, blue meets red.
>>> Let it drop for peace of mind.

>>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes
>>> through the breeze...
>>> words about money float by.
>>> Hope springs eternal
>>> as long as the well ain't dry.

>>> -Will Dockery

>>> ----------------------------------------------

>> One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series.

>> As always, comments and critique are welcome.

>> 🙂

> Outstanding poetry, Doc....

Good morning, my friend, thanks again.

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>>> Behind The Forest.

>>> Under the tent
>>> can't describe this light.
>>> Under the black base
>>> are blue and red shadows.
>>> The ink glistens
>>> silvery like tiny mercury.

>>> Working to purity
>>> music and words and sweat.
>>> No tears.
>>> Forget tomorrow.
>>> Let go the problems in time.

>>> Sun bleached cure
>>> the addiction does not hold me
>>> as the drugs
>>> human drugs
>>> create the sound.
>>> Saint Augustine night
>>> moon mother smiles.

>>> Catch the flow
>>> it may never be back again, though possible.
>>> Poetic form disintegrates
>>> quit cold turkey,
>>> so I can find what I have lost.
>>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city.

>>> The fascist doctors
>>> are no match for the
>>> old man with beads.
>>> Double digeridoo warble
>>> aboriginal soul hum.
>>> Sweat, blue meets red.
>>> Let it drop for peace of mind.

>>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes
>>> through the breeze...
>>> words about money float by.
>>> Hope springs eternal
>>> as long as the well ain't dry.

>>> -Will Dockery

>>> ----------------------------------------------

>> One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series.

>> As always, comments and critique are welcome.

>>

> Outstanding poetry, Doc....

Thanks again, Zod.

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>>> Behind The Forest.

>>> Under the tent
>>> can't describe this light.
>>> Under the black base
>>> are blue and red shadows.
>>> The ink glistens
>>> silvery like tiny mercury.

>>> Working to purity
>>> music and words and sweat.
>>> No tears.
>>> Forget tomorrow.
>>> Let go the problems in time.

>>> Sun bleached cure
>>> the addiction does not hold me
>>> as the drugs
>>> human drugs
>>> create the sound.
>>> Saint Augustine night
>>> moon mother smiles.

>>> Catch the flow
>>> it may never be back again, though possible.
>>> Poetic form disintegrates
>>> quit cold turkey,
>>> so I can find what I have lost.
>>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city.

>>> The fascist doctors
>>> are no match for the
>>> old man with beads.
>>> Double digeridoo warble
>>> aboriginal soul hum.
>>> Sweat, blue meets red.
>>> Let it drop for peace of mind.

>>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes
>>> through the breeze...
>>> words about money float by.
>>> Hope springs eternal
>>> as long as the well ain't dry.

>>> -Will Dockery

>>> ----------------------------------------------

>> One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series.

>> As always, comments and critique are welcome.

>>

> Outstanding poetry, Doc....

Good morning, thanks again.

🙂

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>>> Behind The Forest.

>>> Under the tent
>>> can't describe this light.
>>> Under the black base
>>> are blue and red shadows.
>>> The ink glistens
>>> silvery like tiny mercury.

>>> Working to purity
>>> music and words and sweat.
>>> No tears.
>>> Forget tomorrow.
>>> Let go the problems in time.

>>> Sun bleached cure
>>> the addiction does not hold me
>>> as the drugs
>>> human drugs
>>> create the sound.
>>> Saint Augustine night
>>> moon mother smiles.

>>> Catch the flow
>>> it may never be back again, though possible.
>>> Poetic form disintegrates
>>> quit cold turkey,
>>> so I can find what I have lost.
>>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city.

>>> The fascist doctors
>>> are no match for the
>>> old man with beads.
>>> Double digeridoo warble
>>> aboriginal soul hum.
>>> Sweat, blue meets red.
>>> Let it drop for peace of mind.

>>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes
>>> through the breeze...
>>> words about money float by.
>>> Hope springs eternal
>>> as long as the well ain't dry.

>>> -Will Dockery

>>> ----------------------------------------------

>> One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series.

>> As always, comments and critique are welcome.

>>

> Outstanding poetry, Doc....

Good morning, thanks again.

>>>> Behind The Forest

>>>> Under the tent
>>>> can't describe this light.
>>>> Under the black base
>>>> are blue and red shadows.
>>>> The ink glistens
>>>> silvery like tiny mercury.

>>>> Working to purity
>>>> music and words and sweat.
>>>> No tears.
>>>> Forget tomorrow.
>>>> Let go the problems in time.

>>>> Sun bleached cure
>>>> the addiction does not hold me
>>>> as the drugs
>>>> human drugs
>>>> create the sound.
>>>> Saint Augustine night
>>>> moon mother smiles.

>>>> Catch the flow
>>>> it may never be back again, though possible.
>>>> Poetic form disintegrates
>>>> quit cold turkey,
>>>> so I can find what I have lost.
>>>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city.

>>>> The fascist doctors
>>>> are no match for the
>>>> old man with beads.
>>>> Double digeridoo warble
>>>> aboriginal soul hum.
>>>> Sweat, blue meets red.
>>>> Let it drop for peace of mind.

>>>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes
>>>> through the breeze...
>>>> words about money float by.
>>>> Hope springs eternal
>>>> as long as the well ain't dry.

>>>> -Will Dockery

>>>> ----------------------------------------------

>>> One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series.

Thanks to Jim Senetto for reading and commenting.

🙂

Will Dockery wrote:
>
>>>> Behind The Forest

>>>>> Under the tent
>>>>> can't describe this light.
>>>>> Under the black base
>>>>> are blue and red shadows.
>>>>> The ink glistens
>>>>> silvery like tiny mercury.

>>>>> Working to purity
>>>>> music and words and sweat.
>>>>> No tears.
>>>>> Forget tomorrow.
>>>>> Let go the problems in time.

>>>>> Sun bleached cure
>>>>> the addiction does not hold me
>>>>> as the drugs
>>>>> human drugs
>>>>> create the sound.
>>>>> Saint Augustine night
>>>>> moon mother smiles.

>>>>> Catch the flow
>>>>> it may never be back again, though possible.
>>>>> Poetic form disintegrates
>>>>> quit cold turkey,
>>>>> so I can find what I have lost.
>>>>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city.

>>>>> The fascist doctors
>>>>> are no match for the
>>>>> old man with beads.
>>>>> Double digeridoo warble
>>>>> aboriginal soul hum.
>>>>> Sweat, blue meets red.
>>>>> Let it drop for peace of mind.

>>>>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes
>>>>> through the breeze...
>>>>> words about money float by.
>>>>> Hope springs eternal
>>>>> as long as the well ain't dry.

>>>>> -Will Dockery

>>>>> ----------------------------------------------

>>>> One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series.

> Thanks to Jim Senetto for reading and commenting.

> 🙂

He did...???

Victor H. wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>>>>> Behind The Forest

>>>>>> Under the tent
>>>>>> can't describe this light.
>>>>>> Under the black base
>>>>>> are blue and red shadows.
>>>>>> The ink glistens
>>>>>> silvery like tiny mercury.

>>>>>> Working to purity
>>>>>> music and words and sweat.
>>>>>> No tears.
>>>>>> Forget tomorrow.
>>>>>> Let go the problems in time.

>>>>>> Sun bleached cure
>>>>>> the addiction does not hold me
>>>>>> as the drugs
>>>>>> human drugs
>>>>>> create the sound.
>>>>>> Saint Augustine night
>>>>>> moon mother smiles.

>>>>>> Catch the flow
>>>>>> it may never be back again, though possible.
>>>>>> Poetic form disintegrates
>>>>>> quit cold turkey,
>>>>>> so I can find what I have lost.
>>>>>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city.

>>>>>> The fascist doctors
>>>>>> are no match for the
>>>>>> old man with beads.
>>>>>> Double digeridoo warble
>>>>>> aboriginal soul hum.
>>>>>> Sweat, blue meets red.
>>>>>> Let it drop for peace of mind.

>>>>>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes
>>>>>> through the breeze...
>>>>>> words about money float by.
>>>>>> Hope springs eternal
>>>>>> as long as the well ain't dry.

>>>>>> -Will Dockery

>>>>>> ----------------------------------------------

>>>>> One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series.

>> Thanks to Jim Senetto for reading and commenting.

>> 🙂

> He did...???

Jim Senetto is going through my poetry making selections, which I'm revising and posting on the Shadowville Mythos blog.

🙂