Irene Dämmerung
She gave me a rock
that she had hand painted
Irene Dämmerung
held my unrequited passion.
Irene had a gentle heart
I knew this when we
were first acquainted.
She wore a rabbit fur coat
right in fashion.
Her husband Twilight Joe
was always high rolling.
Joe had a cool hand like Sundance
on his bride's visage we all gazed.
A man with the good smoke
that he was controlling.
Irene could catch men's eyes
even other girls were amazed.
She'd paint little stones
designs she had created.
Traded her fur jacket to Tina
for a green felt one that was better.
She took off with Joe Shannon
back down to Monticello.
The last thing we ever heard from her
was a sad letter.
That Irene had walked in one day
to see Joe dead from pleasure.
Tied off arm and needle
Joe had overdosed on his treasure.
-Will Dockery
(From the poetry series "Clifford's Blues", based on the people and
events
of Atlanta 1980-1983)
Irene Dämmerung
She gave me a rock
that she had hand painted
Irene Dämmerung
held my unrequited passion.
Irene had a gentle heart
I knew this when we
were first acquainted.
She wore a rabbit fur coat
right in fashion.
Her husband Twilight Joe
was always high rolling.
Joe had a cool hand like Sundance
on his bride's visage we all gazed.
A man with the good smoke
that he was controlling.
Irene could catch men's eyes
even other girls were amazed.
She'd paint little stones
designs she had created.
Traded her fur jacket to Tina
for a green felt one that was better.
She took off with Joe Shannon
back down to Monticello.
The last thing we ever heard from her
was a sad letter.
That Irene had walked in one day
to see Joe dead from pleasure.
Tied off arm and needle
Joe had overdosed on his treasure.
-Will Dockery
(From the poetry series "Clifford's Blues", based on the people and
events
of Atlanta 1980-1983)
From the archives, for newer readers.
Comments and critique welcome.
🙂
Irene Dämmerung
She gave me a rock
that she had hand painted
Irene Dämmerung
held my unrequited passion.
Irene had a gentle heart
I knew this when we
were first acquainted.
She wore a rabbit fur coat
right in fashion.
Her husband Twilight Joe
was always high rolling.
Joe had a cool hand like Sundance
on his bride's visage we all gazed.
A man with the good smoke
that he was controlling.
Irene could catch men's eyes
even other girls were amazed.
She'd paint little stones
designs she had created.
Traded her fur jacket to Tina
for a green felt one that was better.
She took off with Joe Shannon
back down to Monticello.
The last thing we ever heard from her
was a sad letter.
That Irene had walked in one day
to see Joe dead from pleasure.
Tied off arm and needle
Joe had overdosed on his treasure.
-Will Dockery
(From the poetry series "Clifford's Blues", based on the people and
events
of Atlanta 1980-1983)
From the archives, for newer readers.
Comments and critique welcome.
🙂
Will Dockery wrote:
Irene Dämmerung
She gave me a rock
that she had hand painted
Irene Dämmerung
held my unrequited passion.
Irene had a gentle heart
I knew this when we
were first acquainted.
She wore a rabbit fur coat
right in fashion.
Her husband Twilight Joe
was always high rolling.
Joe had a cool hand like Sundance
on his bride's visage we all gazed.
A man with the good smoke
that he was controlling.
Irene could catch men's eyes
even other girls were amazed.
She'd paint little stones
designs she had created.
Traded her fur jacket to Tina
for a green felt one that was better.
She took off with Joe Shannon
back down to Monticello.
The last thing we ever heard from her
was a sad letter.
That Irene had walked in one day
to see Joe dead from pleasure.
Tied off arm and needle
Joe had overdosed on his treasure.
-Will Dockery
(From the poetry series "Clifford's Blues", based on the people and
events
of Atlanta 1980-1983)
From the archives, for newer readers.
Comments and critique welcome.
Such a tragic, regal Lady she was....
Irene Dämmerung
She gave me a rock
that she had hand painted
Irene Dämmerung
held my unrequited passion.
Irene had a gentle heart
I knew this when we
were first acquainted.
She wore a rabbit fur coat
right in fashion.
Her husband Twilight Joe
was always high rolling.
Joe had a cool hand like Sundance
on his bride's visage we all gazed.
A man with the good smoke
that he was controlling.
Irene could catch men's eyes
even other girls were amazed.
She'd paint little stones
designs she had created.
Traded her fur jacket to Tina
for a green felt one that was better.
She took off with Joe Shannon
back down to Monticello.
The last thing we ever heard from her
was a sad letter.
That Irene had walked in one day
to see Joe dead from pleasure.
Tied off arm and needle
Joe had overdosed on his treasure.
-Will Dockery
(From the poetry series "Clifford's Blues", based on the people and
events
of Atlanta 1980-1983)
From the archives, for newer readers.
Comments and critique welcome.
🙂
Will Dockery wrote:
Irene Dämmerung
She gave me a rock
that she had hand painted
Irene Dämmerung
held my unrequited passion.
Irene had a gentle heart
I knew this when we
were first acquainted.
She wore a rabbit fur coat
right in fashion.
Her husband Twilight Joe
was always high rolling.
Joe had a cool hand like Sundance
on his bride's visage we all gazed.
A man with the good smoke
that he was controlling.
Irene could catch men's eyes
even other girls were amazed.
She'd paint little stones
designs she had created.
Traded her fur jacket to Tina
for a green felt one that was better.
She took off with Joe Shannon
back down to Monticello.
The last thing we ever heard from her
was a sad letter.
That Irene had walked in one day
to see Joe dead from pleasure.
Tied off arm and needle
Joe had overdosed on his treasure.
-Will Dockery
(From the poetry series "Clifford's Blues", based on the people and
events
of Atlanta 1980-1983)
From the archives, for newer readers.
Comments and critique welcome.
Indeed a lovely Fave....
Ilya wrote in message news:808cfc9f-a662-4464-b162-c55864abc4ae@googlegroups.com...
On Monday, September 2, 2019 at 7:17:50 PM UTC+10, Will Dockery wrote:
Irene Dämmerung
She gave me a rock
that she had hand painted
Irene Dämmerung
held my unrequited passion.
Irene had a gentle heart
I knew this when we
were first acquainted.
She wore a rabbit fur coat
right in fashion.
Her husband Twilight Joe
was always high rolling.
Joe had a cool hand like Sundance
on his bride's visage we all gazed.
A man with the good smoke
that he was controlling.
Irene could catch men's eyes
even other girls were amazed.
She'd paint little stones
designs she had created.
Traded her fur jacket to Tina
for a green felt one that was better.
She took off with Joe Shannon
back down to Monticello.
The last thing we ever heard from her
was a sad letter.
That Irene had walked in one day
to see Joe dead from pleasure.
Tied off arm and needle
Joe had overdosed on his treasure.
-Will Dockery
(From the poetry series "Clifford's Blues", based on the people and
events
of Atlanta 1980-1983)
Excellent once again.
Thank you for reading and commenting, Ilya.
Will Dockery wrote:
Ilya wrote in message
news:808cfc9f-a662-4464-b162-c55864abc4ae@googlegroups.com...
On Monday, September 2, 2019 at 7:17:50 PM UTC+10, Will Dockery wrote:
Irene Dämmerung
She gave me a rock
that she had hand painted
Irene Dämmerung
held my unrequited passion.
Irene had a gentle heart
I knew this when we
were first acquainted.
She wore a rabbit fur coat
right in fashion.
Her husband Twilight Joe
was always high rolling.
Joe had a cool hand like Sundance
on his bride's visage we all gazed.
A man with the good smoke
that he was controlling.
Irene could catch men's eyes
even other girls were amazed.
She'd paint little stones
designs she had created.
Traded her fur jacket to Tina
for a green felt one that was better.
She took off with Joe Shannon
back down to Monticello.
The last thing we ever heard from her
was a sad letter.
That Irene had walked in one day
to see Joe dead from pleasure.
Tied off arm and needle
Joe had overdosed on his treasure.
-Will Dockery
(From the poetry series "Clifford's Blues", based on the people and
events
of Atlanta 1980-1983)
Excellent once again.
Thank you for reading and commenting, Ilya.
I agree with I.S. this is one of your top poems....
Will Dockery in message
news:808cfc9f-a662-4464-b162-c55864abc4ae@googlegroups.com...
Irene Dämmerung
She gave me a rock
that she had hand painted
Irene Dämmerung
held my unrequited passion.
Irene had a gentle heart
I knew this when we
were first acquainted.
She wore a rabbit fur coat
right in fashion.
Her husband Twilight Joe
was always high rolling.
Joe had a cool hand like Sundance
on his bride's visage we all gazed.
A man with the good smoke
that he was controlling.
Irene could catch men's eyes
even other girls were amazed.
She'd paint little stones
designs she had created.
Traded her fur jacket to Tina
for a green felt one that was better.
She took off with Joe Shannon
back down to Monticello.
The last thing we ever heard from her
was a sad letter.
That Irene had walked in one day
to see Joe dead from pleasure.
Tied off arm and needle
Joe had overdosed on his treasure.
-Will Dockery
(From the poetry series "Clifford's Blues", based on the people and
events
of Atlanta 1980-1983)
Excellent once again this is one of your top poems....
Victor H. wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
Irene Dämmerung
She gave me a rock
that she had hand painted
Irene Dämmerung
held my unrequited passion.
Irene had a gentle heart
I knew this when we
were first acquainted.
She wore a rabbit fur coat
right in fashion.
Her husband Twilight Joe
was always high rolling.
Joe had a cool hand like Sundance
on his bride's visage we all gazed.
A man with the good smoke
that he was controlling.
Irene could catch men's eyes
even other girls were amazed.
She'd paint little stones
designs she had created.
Traded her fur jacket to Tina
for a green felt one that was better.
She took off with Joe Shannon
back down to Monticello.
The last thing we ever heard from her
was a sad letter.
That Irene had walked in one day
to see Joe dead from pleasure.
Tied off arm and needle
Joe had overdosed on his treasure.
-Will Dockery
(From the poetry series "Clifford's Blues", based on the people and >>>>> > events
of Atlanta 1980-1983)
From the archives, for newer readers.
Comments and critique welcome.
Indeed a lovely Fave....
Thanks again for reading and commenting, Victor.
Will Dockery wrote:
Irene Dämmerung
She gave me a rock
that she had hand painted
Irene Dämmerung
held my unrequited passion.
Irene had a gentle heart
I knew this when we
were first acquainted.
She wore a rabbit fur coat
right in fashion.
Her husband Twilight Joe
was always high rolling.
Joe had a cool hand like Sundance
on his bride's visage we all gazed.
A man with the good smoke
that he was controlling.
Irene could catch men's eyes
even other girls were amazed.
She'd paint little stones
designs she had created.
Traded her fur jacket to Tina
for a green felt one that was better.
She took off with Joe Shannon
back down to Monticello.
The last thing we ever heard from her
was a sad letter.
That Irene had walked in one day
to see Joe dead from pleasure.
Tied off arm and needle
Joe had overdosed on his treasure.
-Will Dockery
(From the poetry series "Clifford's Blues", based on the people and
events
of Atlanta 1980-1983)
From the archives, for newer readers.
Comments and critique welcome.
Such a tragic, regal Lady she was....
Victor H. wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
Irene Dämmerung
She gave me a rock
that she had hand painted
Irene Dämmerung
held my unrequited passion.
Irene had a gentle heart
I knew this when we
were first acquainted.
She wore a rabbit fur coat
right in fashion.
Her husband Twilight Joe
was always high rolling.
Joe had a cool hand like Sundance
on his bride's visage we all gazed.
A man with the good smoke
that he was controlling.
Irene could catch men's eyes
even other girls were amazed.
She'd paint little stones
designs she had created.
Traded her fur jacket to Tina
for a green felt one that was better.
She took off with Joe Shannon
back down to Monticello.
The last thing we ever heard from her
was a sad letter.
That Irene had walked in one day
to see Joe dead from pleasure.
Tied off arm and needle
Joe had overdosed on his treasure.
-Will Dockery
(From the poetry series "Clifford's Blues", based on the people and >>>>> > events
of Atlanta 1980-1983)
From the archives, for newer readers.
Comments and critique welcome.
Such a tragic, regal Lady she was....
True, gone way too soon.
Will Dockery wrote:
Victor H. wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
Irene Dämmerung
She gave me a rock
that she had hand painted
Irene Dämmerung
held my unrequited passion.
Irene had a gentle heart
I knew this when we
were first acquainted.
She wore a rabbit fur coat
right in fashion.
Her husband Twilight Joe
was always high rolling.
Joe had a cool hand like Sundance
on his bride's visage we all gazed.
A man with the good smoke
that he was controlling.
Irene could catch men's eyes
even other girls were amazed.
She'd paint little stones
designs she had created.
Traded her fur jacket to Tina
for a green felt one that was better.
She took off with Joe Shannon
back down to Monticello.
The last thing we ever heard from her
was a sad letter.
That Irene had walked in one day
to see Joe dead from pleasure.
Tied off arm and needle
Joe had overdosed on his treasure.
-Will Dockery
(From the poetry series "Clifford's Blues", based on the people and >>>>>> > events
of Atlanta 1980-1983)
From the archives, for newer readers.
Comments and critique welcome.
Such a tragic, regal Lady she was....
True, gone way too soon.
Yep...
Will Dockery wrote:
Irene Dämmerung
She gave me a rock
that she had hand painted
Irene Dämmerung
held my unrequited passion.
Irene had a gentle heart
I knew this when we
were first acquainted.
She wore a rabbit fur coat
right in fashion.
Her husband Twilight Joe
was always high rolling.
Joe had a cool hand like Sundance
on his bride's visage we all gazed.
A man with the good smoke
that he was controlling.
Irene could catch men's eyes
even other girls were amazed.
She'd paint little stones
designs she had created.
Traded her fur jacket to Tina
for a green felt one that was better.
She took off with Joe Shannon
back down to Monticello.
The last thing we ever heard from her
was a sad letter.
That Irene had walked in one day
to see Joe dead from pleasure.
Tied off arm and needle
Joe had overdosed on his treasure.
-Will Dockery
(From the poetry series "Clifford's Blues", based on the people and
events
of Atlanta 1980-1983)
Verily, an olden fave....
Will Dockery wrote:
Ilya wrote in message
news:808cfc9f-a662-4464-b162-c55864abc4ae@googlegroups.com...
On Monday, September 2, 2019 at 7:17:50 PM UTC+10, Will Dockery wrote:
Irene Dämmerung
She gave me a rock
that she had hand painted
Irene Dämmerung
held my unrequited passion.
Irene had a gentle heart
I knew this when we
were first acquainted.
She wore a rabbit fur coat
right in fashion.
Her husband Twilight Joe
was always high rolling.
Joe had a cool hand like Sundance
on his bride's visage we all gazed.
A man with the good smoke
that he was controlling.
Irene could catch men's eyes
even other girls were amazed.
She'd paint little stones
designs she had created.
Traded her fur jacket to Tina
for a green felt one that was better.
She took off with Joe Shannon
back down to Monticello.
The last thing we ever heard from her
was a sad letter.
That Irene had walked in one day
to see Joe dead from pleasure.
Tied off arm and needle
Joe had overdosed on his treasure.
-Will Dockery
(From the poetry series "Clifford's Blues", based on the people and
events
of Atlanta 1980-1983)
Excellent once again.
Thank you for reading and commenting, Ilya.
I agree with I.S. this is one of your top poems....
Will Dockery wrote:
Irene Dämmerung
She gave me a rock
that she had hand painted
Irene Dämmerung
held my unrequited passion.
Irene had a gentle heart
I knew this when we
were first acquainted.
She wore a rabbit fur coat
right in fashion.
Her husband Twilight Joe
was always high rolling.
Joe had a cool hand like Sundance
on his bride's visage we all gazed.
A man with the good smoke
that he was controlling.
Irene could catch men's eyes
even other girls were amazed.
She'd paint little stones
designs she had created.
Traded her fur jacket to Tina
for a green felt one that was better.
She took off with Joe Shannon
back down to Monticello.
The last thing we ever heard from her
was a sad letter.
That Irene had walked in one day
to see Joe dead from pleasure.
Tied off arm and needle
Joe had overdosed on his treasure.
-Will Dockery
(From the poetry series "Clifford's Blues", based on the people and
events
of Atlanta 1980-1983)
From the archives, for newer readers.
Comments and critique welcome.
Verily, an olden fave....
Will Dockery wrote:
Irene Dämmerung
She gave me a rock
that she had hand painted
Irene Dämmerung
held my unrequited passion.
Irene had a gentle heart
I knew this when we
were first acquainted.
She wore a rabbit fur coat
right in fashion.
Her husband Twilight Joe
was always high rolling.
Joe had a cool hand like Sundance
on his bride's visage we all gazed.
A man with the good smoke
that he was controlling.
Irene could catch men's eyes
even other girls were amazed.
She'd paint little stones
designs she had created.
Traded her fur jacket to Tina
for a green felt one that was better.
She took off with Joe Shannon
back down to Monticello.
The last thing we ever heard from her
was a sad letter.
That Irene had walked in one day
to see Joe dead from pleasure.
Tied off arm and needle
Joe had overdosed on his treasure.
-Will Dockery
(From the poetry series "Clifford's Blues", based on the people and
events
of Atlanta 1980-1983)
From the archives, for newer readers.
Comments and critique welcome.
Verily, an olden fave....
Will Dockery wrote:
Irene Dämmerung
She gave me a rock
that she had hand painted
Irene Dämmerung
held my unrequited passion.
Irene had a gentle heart
I knew this when we
were first acquainted.
She wore a rabbit fur coat
right in fashion.
Her husband Twilight Joe
was always high rolling.
Joe had a cool hand like Sundance
on his bride's visage we all gazed.
A man with the good smoke
that he was controlling.
Irene could catch men's eyes
even other girls were amazed.
She'd paint little stones
designs she had created.
Traded her fur jacket to Tina
for a green felt one that was better.
She took off with Joe Shannon
back down to Monticello.
The last thing we ever heard from her
was a sad letter.
That Irene had walked in one day
to see Joe dead from pleasure.
Tied off arm and needle
Joe had overdosed on his treasure.
-Will Dockery
(From the poetry series "Clifford's Blues", based on the people and
events
of Atlanta 1980-1983)
From the archives, for newer readers.
Comments and critique welcome.
Verily, an olden fave....
Will Dockery wrote:
Irene Dämmerung
She gave me a rock
that she had hand painted
Irene Dämmerung
held my unrequited passion.
Irene had a gentle heart
I knew this when we
were first acquainted.
She wore a rabbit fur coat
right in fashion.
Her husband Twilight Joe
was always high rolling.
Joe had a cool hand like Sundance
on his bride's visage we all gazed.
A man with the good smoke
that he was controlling.
Irene could catch men's eyes
even other girls were amazed.
She'd paint little stones
designs she had created.
Traded her fur jacket to Tina
for a green felt one that was better.
She took off with Joe Shannon
back down to Monticello.
The last thing we ever heard from her
was a sad letter.
That Irene had walked in one day
to see Joe dead from pleasure.
Tied off arm and needle
Joe had overdosed on his treasure.
-Will Dockery
(From the poetry series "Clifford's Blues", based on the people and
events
of Atlanta 1980-1983)
From the archives, for newer readers.
Comments and critique welcome.
Such a tragic, regal Lady she was....
Irene Dämmerung
She gave me a rock
that she had hand painted
Irene Dämmerung
held my unrequited passion.
Irene had a gentle heart
I knew this when we
were first acquainted.
She wore a rabbit fur coat
right in fashion.
Her husband Twilight Joe
was always high rolling.
Joe had a cool hand like Sundance
on his bride's visage we all gazed.
A man with the good smoke
that he was controlling.
Irene could catch men's eyes
even other girls were amazed.
She'd paint little stones
designs she had created.
Traded her fur jacket to Tina
for a green felt one that was better.
She took off with Joe Shannon
back down to Monticello.
The last thing we ever heard from her
was a sad letter.
That Irene had walked in one day
to see Joe dead from pleasure.
Tied off arm and needle
Joe had overdosed on his treasure.
-Will Dockery
(From the poetry series "Clifford's Blues", based on the people and
events
of Atlanta 1980-1983)
From the archives, for newer readers.
Comments and critique welcome.
🙂
Will Dockery wrote:
Irene Dämmerung
She gave me a rock
that she had hand painted
Irene Dämmerung
held my unrequited passion.
Irene had a gentle heart
I knew this when we
were first acquainted.
She wore a rabbit fur coat
right in fashion.
Her husband Twilight Joe
was always high rolling.
Joe had a cool hand like Sundance
on his bride's visage we all gazed.
A man with the good smoke
that he was controlling.
Irene could catch men's eyes
even other girls were amazed.
She'd paint little stones
designs she had created.
Traded her fur jacket to Tina
for a green felt one that was better.
She took off with Joe Shannon
back down to Monticello.
The last thing we ever heard from her
was a sad letter.
That Irene had walked in one day
to see Joe dead from pleasure.
Tied off arm and needle
Joe had overdosed on his treasure.
-Will Dockery
(From the poetry series "Clifford's Blues", based on the people and
events
of Atlanta 1980-1983)
From the archives, for newer readers.
Comments and critique welcome.
Another read mighty good one....
Will Dockery wrote:
Ilya wrote in message
news:808cfc9f-a662-4464-b162-c55864abc4ae@googlegroups.com...
On Monday, September 2, 2019 at 7:17:50 PM UTC+10, Will Dockery wrote:
Irene Dämmerung
She gave me a rock
that she had hand painted
Irene Dämmerung
held my unrequited passion.
Irene had a gentle heart
I knew this when we
were first acquainted.
She wore a rabbit fur coat
right in fashion.
Her husband Twilight Joe
was always high rolling.
Joe had a cool hand like Sundance
on his bride's visage we all gazed.
A man with the good smoke
that he was controlling.
Irene could catch men's eyes
even other girls were amazed.
She'd paint little stones
designs she had created.
Traded her fur jacket to Tina
for a green felt one that was better.
She took off with Joe Shannon
back down to Monticello.
The last thing we ever heard from her
was a sad letter.
That Irene had walked in one day
to see Joe dead from pleasure.
Tied off arm and needle
Joe had overdosed on his treasure.
-Will Dockery
(From the poetry series "Clifford's Blues", based on the people and
events
of Atlanta 1980-1983)
Excellent once again.
Thank you for reading and commenting, Ilya.
I agree with I.S. this is one of your top poems....
Will Dockery wrote:
Irene Dämmerung
She gave me a rock
that she had hand painted
Irene Dämmerung
held my unrequited passion.
Irene had a gentle heart
I knew this when we
were first acquainted.
She wore a rabbit fur coat
right in fashion.
Her husband Twilight Joe
was always high rolling.
Joe had a cool hand like Sundance
on his bride's visage we all gazed.
A man with the good smoke
that he was controlling.
Irene could catch men's eyes
even other girls were amazed.
She'd paint little stones
designs she had created.
Traded her fur jacket to Tina
for a green felt one that was better.
She took off with Joe Shannon
back down to Monticello.
The last thing we ever heard from her
was a sad letter.
That Irene had walked in one day
to see Joe dead from pleasure.
Tied off arm and needle
Joe had overdosed on his treasure.
-Will Dockery
(From the poetry series "Clifford's Blues", based on the people and
events
of Atlanta 1980-1983)
From the archives, for newer readers.
Comments and critique welcome.
🙂
Verily, an olden fave....
Will Dockery wrote:
Irene Dämmerung
She gave me a rock
that she had hand painted
Irene Dämmerung
held my unrequited passion.
Irene had a gentle heart
I knew this when we
were first acquainted.
She wore a rabbit fur coat
right in fashion.
Her husband Twilight Joe
was always high rolling.
Joe had a cool hand like Sundance
on his bride's visage we all gazed.
A man with the good smoke
that he was controlling.
Irene could catch men's eyes
even other girls were amazed.
She'd paint little stones
designs she had created.
Traded her fur jacket to Tina
for a green felt one that was better.
She took off with Joe Shannon
back down to Monticello.
The last thing we ever heard from her
was a sad letter.
That Irene had walked in one day
to see Joe dead from pleasure.
Tied off arm and needle
Joe had overdosed on his treasure.
-Will Dockery
(From the poetry series "Clifford's Blues", based on the people and
events
of Atlanta 1980-1983)
From the archives, for newer readers.
Comments and critique welcome.
🙂
Verily, an olden fave....
Will Dockery wrote:
Irene Dämmerung
She gave me a rock
that she had hand painted
Irene Dämmerung
held my unrequited passion.
Irene had a gentle heart
I knew this when we
were first acquainted.
She wore a rabbit fur coat
right in fashion.
Her husband Twilight Joe
was always high rolling.
Joe had a cool hand like Sundance
on his bride's visage we all gazed.
A man with the good smoke
that he was controlling.
Irene could catch men's eyes
even other girls were amazed.
She'd paint little stones
designs she had created.
Traded her fur jacket to Tina
for a green felt one that was better.
She took off with Joe Shannon
back down to Monticello.
The last thing we ever heard from her
was a sad letter.
That Irene had walked in one day
to see Joe dead from pleasure.
Tied off arm and needle
Joe had overdosed on his treasure.
-Will Dockery
(From the poetry series "Clifford's Blues", based on the people and
events
of Atlanta 1980-1983)
From the archives, for newer readers.
Comments and critique welcome.
🙂
Verily, an olden fave....
Will Dockery wrote:
Irene Dämmerung
She gave me a rock
that she had hand painted
Irene Dämmerung
held my unrequited passion.
Irene had a gentle heart
I knew this when we
were first acquainted.
She wore a rabbit fur coat
right in fashion.
Her husband Twilight Joe
was always high rolling.
Joe had a cool hand like Sundance
on his bride's visage we all gazed.
A man with the good smoke
that he was controlling.
Irene could catch men's eyes
even other girls were amazed.
She'd paint little stones
designs she had created.
Traded her fur jacket to Tina
for a green felt one that was better.
She took off with Joe Shannon
back down to Monticello.
The last thing we ever heard from her
was a sad letter.
That Irene had walked in one day
to see Joe dead from pleasure.
Tied off arm and needle
Joe had overdosed on his treasure.
-Will Dockery
(From the poetry series "Clifford's Blues", based on the people and
events
of Atlanta 1980-1983)
From the archives, for newer readers.
Comments and critique welcome.
Such a tragic, regal Lady she was....
Will Dockery wrote:
Irene Dämmerung
She gave me a rock
that she had hand painted
Irene Dämmerung
held my unrequited passion.
Irene had a gentle heart
I knew this when we
were first acquainted.
She wore a rabbit fur coat
right in fashion.
Her husband Twilight Joe
was always high rolling.
Joe had a cool hand like Sundance
on his bride's visage we all gazed.
A man with the good smoke
that he was controlling.
Irene could catch men's eyes
even other girls were amazed.
She'd paint little stones
designs she had created.
Traded her fur jacket to Tina
for a green felt one that was better.
She took off with Joe Shannon
back down to Monticello.
The last thing we ever heard from her
was a sad letter.
That Irene had walked in one day
to see Joe dead from pleasure.
Tied off arm and needle
Joe had overdosed on his treasure.
-Will Dockery
(From the poetry series "Clifford's Blues", based on the people and
events
of Atlanta 1980-1983)
From the archives, for newer readers.
Comments and critique welcome.
🙂
Such a tragic, regal Lady she was....
Will Dockery wrote:
Irene Dämmerung
She gave me a rock
that she had hand painted
Irene Dämmerung
held my unrequited passion.
Irene had a gentle heart
I knew this when we
were first acquainted.
She wore a rabbit fur coat
right in fashion.
Her husband Twilight Joe
was always high rolling.
Joe had a cool hand like Sundance
on his bride's visage we all gazed.
A man with the good smoke
that he was controlling.
Irene could catch men's eyes
even other girls were amazed.
She'd paint little stones
designs she had created.
Traded her fur jacket to Tina
for a green felt one that was better.
She took off with Joe Shannon
back down to Monticello.
The last thing we ever heard from her
was a sad letter.
That Irene had walked in one day
to see Joe dead from pleasure.
Tied off arm and needle
Joe had overdosed on his treasure.
-Will Dockery
(From the poetry series "Clifford's Blues", based on the people and
events
of Atlanta 1980-1983)
From the archives, for newer readers.
Comments and critique welcome.
Such a tragic, regal Lady she was....
Irene Dämmerung
She gave me a rock
that she had hand painted
Irene Dämmerung
held my unrequited passion.
Irene had a gentle heart
I knew this when we
were first acquainted.
She wore a rabbit fur coat
right in fashion.
Her husband Twilight Joe
was always high rolling.
Joe had a cool hand like Sundance
on his bride's visage we all gazed.
A man with the good smoke
that he was controlling.
Irene could catch men's eyes
even other girls were amazed.
She'd paint little stones
designs she had created.
Traded her fur jacket to Tina
for a green felt one that was better.
She took off with Joe Shannon
back down to Monticello.
The last thing we ever heard from her
was a sad letter.
That Irene had walked in one day
to see Joe dead from pleasure.
Tied off arm and needle
Joe had overdosed on his treasure.
-Will Dockery
(From the poetry series "Clifford's Blues", based on the people and
events
of Atlanta 1980-1983)
From the archives, for newer readers.
Comments and critique welcome.
🙂
Will Dockery wrote:
Irene Dämmerung
She gave me a rock
that she had hand painted
Irene Dämmerung
held my unrequited passion.
Irene had a gentle heart
I knew this when we
were first acquainted.
She wore a rabbit fur coat
right in fashion.
Her husband Twilight Joe
was always high rolling.
Joe had a cool hand like Sundance
on his bride's visage we all gazed.
A man with the good smoke
that he was controlling.
Irene could catch men's eyes
even other girls were amazed.
She'd paint little stones
designs she had created.
Traded her fur jacket to Tina
for a green felt one that was better.
She took off with Joe Shannon
back down to Monticello.
The last thing we ever heard from her
was a sad letter.
That Irene had walked in one day
to see Joe dead from pleasure.
Tied off arm and needle
Joe had overdosed on his treasure.
-Will Dockery
(From the poetry series "Clifford's Blues", based on the people and
events
of Atlanta 1980-1983)
From the archives, for newer readers.
Comments and critique welcome.
🙂
5th read, still outstanding....!
Will Dockery wrote:
Irene Dämmerung
She gave me a rock
that she had hand painted
Irene Dämmerung
held my unrequited passion.
Irene had a gentle heart
I knew this when we
were first acquainted.
She wore a rabbit fur coat
right in fashion.
Her husband Twilight Joe
was always high rolling.
Joe had a cool hand like Sundance
on his bride's visage we all gazed.
A man with the good smoke
that he was controlling.
Irene could catch men's eyes
even other girls were amazed.
She'd paint little stones
designs she had created.
Traded her fur jacket to Tina
for a green felt one that was better.
She took off with Joe Shannon
back down to Monticello.
The last thing we ever heard from her
was a sad letter.
That Irene had walked in one day
to see Joe dead from pleasure.
Tied off arm and needle
Joe had overdosed on his treasure.
-Will Dockery
(From the poetry series "Clifford's Blues", based on the people and
events
of Atlanta 1980-1983)
From the archives, for newer readers.
Comments and critique welcome.
Such a tragic, regal Lady she was....
On Monday, February 27, 2023 at 7:00:22 AM UTC-5, W-Dockery wrote:
Zod wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:Good morning, yes, she was.
From the archives, for newer readers.Irene Dämmerung
She gave me a rock
that she had hand painted
Irene Dämmerung
held my unrequited passion.
Irene had a gentle heart
I knew this when we
were first acquainted.
She wore a rabbit fur coat
right in fashion.
Her husband Twilight Joe
was always high rolling.
Joe had a cool hand like Sundance
on his bride's visage we all gazed.
A man with the good smoke
that he was controlling.
Irene could catch men's eyes
even other girls were amazed.
She'd paint little stones
designs she had created.
Traded her fur jacket to Tina
for a green felt one that was better.
She took off with Joe Shannon
back down to Monticello.
The last thing we ever heard from her
was a sad letter.
That Irene had walked in one day
to see Joe dead from pleasure.
Tied off arm and needle
Joe had overdosed on his treasure.
-Will Dockery
(From the poetry series "Clifford's Blues", based on the people and >> >>>> > events
of Atlanta 1980-1983)
Comments and critique welcome.
Such a tragic, regal Lady she was....
Good day to yopu kind sir....!
Will Dockery wrote:
Irene Dämmerung
She gave me a rock
that she had hand painted
Irene Dämmerung
held my unrequited passion.
Irene had a gentle heart
I knew this when we
were first acquainted.
She wore a rabbit fur coat
right in fashion.
Her husband Twilight Joe
was always high rolling.
Joe had a cool hand like Sundance
on his bride's visage we all gazed.
A man with the good smoke
that he was controlling.
Irene could catch men's eyes
even other girls were amazed.
She'd paint little stones
designs she had created.
Traded her fur jacket to Tina
for a green felt one that was better.
She took off with Joe Shannon
back down to Monticello.
The last thing we ever heard from her
was a sad letter.
That Irene had walked in one day
to see Joe dead from pleasure.
Tied off arm and needle
Joe had overdosed on his treasure.
-Will Dockery
(From the poetry series "Clifford's Blues", based on the people and
events
of Atlanta 1980-1983)
From the archives, for newer readers.
Comments and critique welcome.
Another read mighty good one....
Will Dockery wrote:
Irene Dämmerung
She gave me a rock
that she had hand painted
Irene Dämmerung
held my unrequited passion.
Irene had a gentle heart
I knew this when we
were first acquainted.
She wore a rabbit fur coat
right in fashion.
Her husband Twilight Joe
was always high rolling.
Joe had a cool hand like Sundance
on his bride's visage we all gazed.
A man with the good smoke
that he was controlling.
Irene could catch men's eyes
even other girls were amazed.
She'd paint little stones
designs she had created.
Traded her fur jacket to Tina
for a green felt one that was better.
She took off with Joe Shannon
back down to Monticello.
The last thing we ever heard from her
was a sad letter.
That Irene had walked in one day
to see Joe dead from pleasure.
Tied off arm and needle
Joe had overdosed on his treasure.
-Will Dockery
(From the poetry series "Clifford's Blues", based on the people and
events
of Atlanta 1980-1983)
this is one of your top poems....
Ilya wrote in message
news:808cfc9f-a662-4464-b162-c55864abc4ae@googlegroups.com...
On Monday, September 2, 2019 at 7:17:50 PM UTC+10, Will Dockery wrote: >>>>
Irene Dämmerung
She gave me a rock
that she had hand painted
Irene Dämmerung
held my unrequited passion.
Irene had a gentle heart
I knew this when we
were first acquainted.
She wore a rabbit fur coat
right in fashion.
Her husband Twilight Joe
was always high rolling.
Joe had a cool hand like Sundance
on his bride's visage we all gazed.
A man with the good smoke
that he was controlling.
Irene could catch men's eyes
even other girls were amazed.
She'd paint little stones
designs she had created.
Traded her fur jacket to Tina
for a green felt one that was better.
She took off with Joe Shannon
back down to Monticello.
The last thing we ever heard from her
was a sad letter.
That Irene had walked in one day
to see Joe dead from pleasure.
Tied off arm and needle
Joe had overdosed on his treasure.
-Will Dockery
(From the poetry series "Clifford's Blues", based on the people and
events
of Atlanta 1980-1983)
Excellent once again.
Thank you for reading and commenting, Ilya.
I agree with I.S. this is one of your top poems....
Good evening, my friend and thanks again for the nod.
Will Dockery wrote:
Ilya wrote in message
news:808cfc9f-a662-4464-b162-c55864abc4ae@googlegroups.com...
On Monday, September 2, 2019 at 7:17:50 PM UTC+10, Will Dockery wrote: >>>>>
Irene Dämmerung
She gave me a rock
that she had hand painted
Irene Dämmerung
held my unrequited passion.
Irene had a gentle heart
I knew this when we
were first acquainted.
She wore a rabbit fur coat
right in fashion.
Her husband Twilight Joe
was always high rolling.
Joe had a cool hand like Sundance
on his bride's visage we all gazed.
A man with the good smoke
that he was controlling.
Irene could catch men's eyes
even other girls were amazed.
She'd paint little stones
designs she had created.
Traded her fur jacket to Tina
for a green felt one that was better.
She took off with Joe Shannon
back down to Monticello.
The last thing we ever heard from her
was a sad letter.
That Irene had walked in one day
to see Joe dead from pleasure.
Tied off arm and needle
Joe had overdosed on his treasure.
-Will Dockery
(From the poetry series "Clifford's Blues", based on the people and >>>>> > events
of Atlanta 1980-1983)
Excellent once again.
Thank you for reading and commenting, Ilya.
I agree with I.S. this is one of your top poems....
Good evening, my friend and thanks again for the nod.
Good read, stands up well...!
Irene Dämmerung
She gave me a rock
that she had hand painted
Irene Dämmerung
held my unrequited passion.
Irene had a gentle heart
I knew this when we
were first acquainted.
She wore a rabbit fur coat
right in fashion.
Her husband Twilight Joe
was always high rolling.
Joe had a cool hand like Sundance
on his bride's visage we all gazed.
A man with the good smoke
that he was controlling.
Irene could catch men's eyes
even other girls were amazed.
She'd paint little stones
designs she had created.
Traded her fur jacket to Tina
for a green felt one that was better.
She took off with Joe Shannon
back down to Monticello.
The last thing we ever heard from her
was a sad letter.
That Irene had walked in one day
to see Joe dead from pleasure.
Tied off arm and needle
Joe had overdosed on his treasure.
-Will Dockery
(From the poetry series "Clifford's Blues", based on the people and
events
of Atlanta 1980-1983)
From the archives, for newer readers.
Comments and critique welcome.
Will Dockery wrote:
Ilya wrote in message
news:808cfc9f-a662-4464-b162-c55864abc4ae@googlegroups.com...
On Monday, September 2, 2019 at 7:17:50 PM UTC+10, Will Dockery wrote:
Irene Dämmerung
She gave me a rock
that she had hand painted
Irene Dämmerung
held my unrequited passion.
Irene had a gentle heart
I knew this when we
were first acquainted.
She wore a rabbit fur coat
right in fashion.
Her husband Twilight Joe
was always high rolling.
Joe had a cool hand like Sundance
on his bride's visage we all gazed.
A man with the good smoke
that he was controlling.
Irene could catch men's eyes
even other girls were amazed.
She'd paint little stones
designs she had created.
Traded her fur jacket to Tina
for a green felt one that was better.
She took off with Joe Shannon
back down to Monticello.
The last thing we ever heard from her
was a sad letter.
That Irene had walked in one day
to see Joe dead from pleasure.
Tied off arm and needle
Joe had overdosed on his treasure.
-Will Dockery
(From the poetry series "Clifford's Blues", based on the people and
events
of Atlanta 1980-1983)
Excellent once again.
Thank you for reading and commenting, Ilya.
I agree with I.S. this is one of your top poems....
Will Dockery wrote:
Irene Dämmerung
She gave me a rock
that she had hand painted
Irene Dämmerung
held my unrequited passion.
Irene had a gentle heart
I knew this when we
were first acquainted.
She wore a rabbit fur coat
right in fashion.
Her husband Twilight Joe
was always high rolling.
Joe had a cool hand like Sundance
on his bride's visage we all gazed.
A man with the good smoke
that he was controlling.
Irene could catch men's eyes
even other girls were amazed.
She'd paint little stones
designs she had created.
Traded her fur jacket to Tina
for a green felt one that was better.
She took off with Joe Shannon
back down to Monticello.
The last thing we ever heard from her
was a sad letter.
That Irene had walked in one day
to see Joe dead from pleasure.
Tied off arm and needle
Joe had overdosed on his treasure.
-Will Dockery
(From the poetry series "Clifford's Blues", based on the people and
events
of Atlanta 1980-1983)
From the archives, for newer readers.
Comments and critique welcome.
Another good read of another outstanding fave...
Will Dockery wrote:
Ilya wrote in message
news:808cfc9f-a662-4464-b162-c55864abc4ae@googlegroups.com...
On Monday, September 2, 2019 at 7:17:50 PM UTC+10, Will Dockery wrote:
Irene Dämmerung
She gave me a rock
that she had hand painted
Irene Dämmerung
held my unrequited passion.
Irene had a gentle heart
I knew this when we
were first acquainted.
She wore a rabbit fur coat
right in fashion.
Her husband Twilight Joe
was always high rolling.
Joe had a cool hand like Sundance
on his bride's visage we all gazed.
A man with the good smoke
that he was controlling.
Irene could catch men's eyes
even other girls were amazed.
She'd paint little stones
designs she had created.
Traded her fur jacket to Tina
for a green felt one that was better.
She took off with Joe Shannon
back down to Monticello.
The last thing we ever heard from her
was a sad letter.
That Irene had walked in one day
to see Joe dead from pleasure.
Tied off arm and needle
Joe had overdosed on his treasure.
-Will Dockery
(From the poetry series "Clifford's Blues", based on the people and
events
of Atlanta 1980-1983)
Excellent once again.
Thank you for reading and commenting, Ilya.
one of your top
Will Dockery wrote:
Ilya wrote in message
news:808cfc9f-a662-4464-b162-c55864abc4ae@googlegroups.com...
On Monday, September 2, 2033 at 7:17:50 PM UTC+10, Will Dockery wrote:
Irene Dämmerung
She gave me a rock
that she had hand painted
Irene Dämmerung
held my unrequited passion.
Irene had a gentle heart
I knew this when we
were first acquainted.
She wore a rabbit fur coat
right in fashion.
Her husband Twilight Joe
was always high rolling.
Joe had a cool hand like Sundance
on his bride's visage we all gazed.
A man with the good smoke
that he was controlling.
Irene could catch men's eyes
even other girls were amazed.
She'd paint little stones
designs she had created.
Traded her fur jacket to Tina
for a green felt one that was better.
She took off with Joe Shannon
back down to Monticello.
The last thing we ever heard from her
was a sad letter.
That Irene had walked in one day
to see Joe dead from pleasure.
Tied off arm and needle
Joe had overdosed on his treasure.
-Will Dockery
(From the poetry series "Clifford's Blues", based on the people and
events
of Atlanta 1980-1983)
Excellent once again.
Thank you for reading and commenting, Ilya.
top poem
Will Dockery wrote:
Ilya wrote in message
news:808cfc9f-a662-4464-b162-c55864abc4ae@googlegroups.com...
On Monday, September 2, 2023 at 7:17:50 PM UTC+10, Will Dockery wrote:
Irene Dämmerung
She gave me a rock
that she had hand painted
Irene Dämmerung
held my unrequited passion.
Irene had a gentle heart
I knew this when we
were first acquainted.
She wore a rabbit fur coat
right in fashion.
Her husband Twilight Joe
was always high rolling.
Joe had a cool hand like Sundance
on his bride's visage we all gazed.
A man with the good smoke
that he was controlling.
Irene could catch men's eyes
even other girls were amazed.
She'd paint little stones
designs she had created.
Traded her fur jacket to Tina
for a green felt one that was better.
She took off with Joe Shannon
back down to Monticello.
The last thing we ever heard from her
was a sad letter.
That Irene had walked in one day
to see Joe dead from pleasure.
Tied off arm and needle
Joe had overdosed on his treasure.
-Will Dockery
(From the poetry series "Clifford's Blues", based on the people and
events
of Atlanta 1980-1983)
Excellent once again.
Thank you for reading and commenting, Ilya.
I agree with I.S.
Will Dockery wrote:
Irene Dämmerung
She gave me a rock
that she had hand painted
Irene Dämmerung
held my unrequited passion.
Irene had a gentle heart
I knew this when we
were first acquainted.
She wore a rabbit fur coat
right in fashion.
Her husband Twilight Joe
was always high rolling.
Joe had a cool hand like Sundance
on his bride's visage we all gazed.
A man with the good smoke
that he was controlling.
Irene could catch men's eyes
even other girls were amazed.
She'd paint little stones
designs she had created.
Traded her fur jacket to Tina
for a green felt one that was better.
She took off with Joe Shannon
back down to Monticello.
The last thing we ever heard from her
was a sad letter.
That Irene had walked in one day
to see Joe dead from pleasure.
Tied off arm and needle
Joe had overdosed on his treasure.
-Will Dockery
(From the poetry series "Clifford's Blues", based on the people and
events
of Atlanta 1980-1983)
From the archives, for newer readers.
Comments and critique welcome.
Verily, an olden fave....
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