• Re: Mari / Will Dockery (1982 poem)

    From General-Zod@21:1/5 to Will Dockery on Tue Aug 2 19:12:17 2022
    XPost: alt.arts.poetry.comments

    Will Dockery wrote:

    Mari

    She's got a dress, blue with yellow stars,
    blues and yellows and their mixture like space duel.
    A little green hair-holder in back.
    Her stare is blue,
    strands of gold hair hanging.
    We stand staring as bombs explode.
    In the distance out by the sunset.
    This is not really as it seems, is it?
    This is more than a balcony,
    and you're more than a woman.

    I saw Brookwood demolished,
    and I thought about that damned ball and chain.
    Tasted the dust of ancient,
    and I do remember.
    Her dress had these symbol...starlike squiggles,
    the flame had affected her some...
    I saw the multicolored fire,
    it skipped frantically across alandscape. This is not really a balcony,
    and you're more than a woman.

    I felt the softness,
    the misty air was choking and warm.
    Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue...
    stencil writings...
    Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks,
    beneath it all.
    The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
    this is not really what is seems like, is it?
    This is not more than a balcony,
    and you're only a woman...

    -Will Dockery 10-21-82

    -----------------------------------------------

    Found in Drafts file.

    One of your best, Doc...

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  • From W-Dockery@21:1/5 to General-Zod on Wed Aug 3 15:17:02 2022
    XPost: alt.arts.poetry.comments

    General-Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    Mari

    She's got a dress, blue with yellow stars,
    blues and yellows and their mixture like space duel.
    A little green hair-holder in back.
    Her stare is blue,
    strands of gold hair hanging.
    We stand staring as bombs explode.
    In the distance out by the sunset.
    This is not really as it seems, is it?
    This is more than a balcony,
    and you're more than a woman.

    I saw Brookwood demolished,
    and I thought about that damned ball and chain.
    Tasted the dust of ancient,
    and I do remember.
    Her dress had these symbol...starlike squiggles,
    the flame had affected her some...
    I saw the multicolored fire,
    it skipped frantically across a landscape. This is not really a balcony,
    and you're more than a woman.

    I felt the softness,
    the misty air was choking and warm.
    Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue...
    stencil writings...
    Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks,
    beneath it all.
    The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
    this is not really what is seems like, is it?
    This is not more than a balcony,
    and you're only a woman...

    -Will Dockery 10-21-82

    ------------------------------------

    Found in Drafts file.

    One of your best, Doc...

    Thanks for reading and commenting, Zod.

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  • From Victor H.@21:1/5 to Will Dockery on Fri Aug 12 18:00:23 2022
    XPost: alt.arts.poetry.comments

    Will Dockery wrote:

    General-Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    Mari

    She's got a dress, blue with yellow stars,
    blues and yellows and their mixture like space duel.
    A little green hair-holder in back.
    Her stare is blue,
    strands of gold hair hanging.
    We stand staring as bombs explode.
    In the distance out by the sunset.
    This is not really as it seems, is it?
    This is more than a balcony,
    and you're more than a woman.

    I saw Brookwood demolished,
    and I thought about that damned ball and chain.
    Tasted the dust of ancient,
    and I do remember.
    Her dress had these symbol...starlike squiggles,
    the flame had affected her some...
    I saw the multicolored fire,
    it skipped frantically across a landscape. This is not really a balcony, >>> and you're more than a woman.

    I felt the softness,
    the misty air was choking and warm.
    Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue...
    stencil writings...
    Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks,
    beneath it all.
    The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
    this is not really what is seems like, is it?
    This is not more than a balcony,
    and you're only a woman...

    -Will Dockery 10-21-82

    ------------------------------------

    Found in Drafts file.

    One of your best, Doc...

    Thanks for reading and commenting, Zod.

    Good day and you are welcome...

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  • From W-Dockery@21:1/5 to Zod on Sun Aug 14 02:00:55 2022
    XPost: alt.arts.poetry.comments

    Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    General-Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    Mari

    She's got a dress, blue with yellow stars,
    blues and yellows and their mixture like space duel.
    A little green hair-holder in back.
    Her stare is blue,
    strands of gold hair hanging.
    We stand staring as bombs explode.
    In the distance out by the sunset.
    This is not really as it seems, is it?
    This is more than a balcony,
    and you're more than a woman.

    I saw Brookwood demolished,
    and I thought about that damned ball and chain.
    Tasted the dust of ancient,
    and I do remember.
    Her dress had these symbol...starlike squiggles,
    the flame had affected her some...
    I saw the multicolored fire,
    it skipped frantically across a landscape. This is not really a balcony, >>>> and you're more than a woman.

    I felt the softness,
    the misty air was choking and warm.
    Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue...
    stencil writings...
    Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks,
    beneath it all.
    The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
    this is not really what is seems like, is it?
    This is not more than a balcony,
    and you're only a woman...

    -Will Dockery 10-21-82

    ------------------------------------

    Found in Drafts file.

    One of your best, Doc...

    Thanks for reading and commenting, Zod.

    Good day and you are welcome...

    Good evening my friend.

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  • From Zod@21:1/5 to Will Dockery on Fri Oct 7 18:52:34 2022
    XPost: alt.arts.poetry.comments

    Will Dockery wrote:

    Mari

    She's got a dress, blue with yellow stars,
    blues and yellows and their mixture like space duel.
    A little green hair-holder in back.
    Her stare is blue,
    strands of gold hair hanging.
    We stand staring as bombs explode.
    In the distance out by the sunset.
    This is not really as it seems, is it?
    This is more than a balcony,
    and you're more than a woman.

    I saw Brookwood demolished,
    and I thought about that damned ball and chain.
    Tasted the dust of ancient,
    and I do remember.
    Her dress had these symbol...starlike squiggles,
    the flame had affected her some...
    I saw the multicolored fire,
    it skipped frantically across a landscape. This is not really a balcony,
    and you're more than a woman.

    I felt the softness,
    the misty air was choking and warm.
    Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue...
    stencil writings...
    Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks,
    beneath it all.
    The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
    this is not really what is seems like, is it?
    This is not more than a balcony,
    and you're only a woman...

    -Will Dockery 10-21-82

    -----------------------------------------------

    Found in Drafts file.

    Good day, again.... one of your finest....

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  • From W.Dockery@21:1/5 to Zod on Sun Oct 9 10:14:36 2022
    XPost: alt.arts.poetry.comments

    Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    Mari

    She's got a dress, blue with yellow stars,
    blues and yellows and their mixture like space duel.
    A little green hair-holder in back.
    Her stare is blue,
    strands of gold hair hanging.
    We stand staring as bombs explode.
    In the distance out by the sunset.
    This is not really as it seems, is it?
    This is more than a balcony,
    and you're more than a woman.

    I saw Brookwood demolished,
    and I thought about that damned ball and chain.
    Tasted the dust of ancient,
    and I do remember.
    Her dress had these symbol...starlike squiggles,
    the flame had affected her some...
    I saw the multicolored fire,
    it skipped frantically across a landscape. This is not really a balcony,
    and you're more than a woman.

    I felt the softness,
    the misty air was choking and warm.
    Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue...
    stencil writings...
    Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks,
    beneath it all.
    The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
    this is not really what is seems like, is it?
    This is not more than a balcony,
    and you're only a woman...

    -Will Dockery 10-21-82

    -----------------------------------------------

    Found in Drafts file.

    Good day, again.... one of your finest....

    Good morning, and thanks again.

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  • From W.Dockery@21:1/5 to Zod on Mon Nov 28 13:57:54 2022
    XPost: alt.arts.poetry.comments

    Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    Mari

    She's got a dress, blue with yellow stars,
    blues and yellows and their mixture like space duel.
    A little green hair-holder in back.
    Her stare is blue,
    strands of gold hair hanging.
    We stand staring as bombs explode.
    In the distance out by the sunset.
    This is not really as it seems, is it?
    This is more than a balcony,
    and you're more than a woman.

    I saw Brookwood demolished,
    and I thought about that damned ball and chain.
    Tasted the dust of ancient,
    and I do remember.
    Her dress had these symbol...starlike squiggles,
    the flame had affected her some...
    I saw the multicolored fire,
    it skipped frantically across a landscape. This is not really a balcony,
    and you're more than a woman.

    I felt the softness,
    the misty air was choking and warm.
    Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue...
    stencil writings...
    Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks,
    beneath it all.
    The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
    this is not really what is seems like, is it?
    This is not more than a balcony,
    and you're only a woman...

    -Will Dockery 10-21-82

    -----------------------------------------------

    Found in Drafts file.

    Good day, again.... one of your finest....

    Good morning, thanks again for reading and commenting.

    🙂

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  • From General-Zod@21:1/5 to W.Dockery on Wed Nov 30 23:05:28 2022
    XPost: alt.arts.poetry.comments

    W.Dockery wrote:

    Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    Mari

    She's got a dress, blue with yellow stars,
    blues and yellows and their mixture like space duel.
    A little green hair-holder in back.
    Her stare is blue,
    strands of gold hair hanging.
    We stand staring as bombs explode.
    In the distance out by the sunset.
    This is not really as it seems, is it?
    This is more than a balcony,
    and you're more than a woman.

    I saw Brookwood demolished,
    and I thought about that damned ball and chain.
    Tasted the dust of ancient,
    and I do remember.
    Her dress had these symbol...starlike squiggles,
    the flame had affected her some...
    I saw the multicolored fire,
    it skipped frantically across a landscape. This is not really a balcony, >>> and you're more than a woman.

    I felt the softness,
    the misty air was choking and warm.
    Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue...
    stencil writings...
    Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks,
    beneath it all.
    The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
    this is not really what is seems like, is it?
    This is not more than a balcony,
    and you're only a woman...

    -Will Dockery 10-21-82

    -----------------------------------------------

    Found in Drafts file.

    Good day, again.... one of your finest....

    Good morning, and thanks again.


    Mike and I are sitting by the camp fire, singing songs as he picks his ole banjo...!

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  • From W.Dockery@21:1/5 to General-Zod on Thu Dec 1 07:19:15 2022
    XPost: alt.arts.poetry.comments

    General-Zod wrote:

    W.Dockery wrote:

    Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    Mari

    She's got a dress, blue with yellow stars,
    blues and yellows and their mixture like space duel.
    A little green hair-holder in back.
    Her stare is blue,
    strands of gold hair hanging.
    We stand staring as bombs explode.
    In the distance out by the sunset.
    This is not really as it seems, is it?
    This is more than a balcony,
    and you're more than a woman.

    I saw Brookwood demolished,
    and I thought about that damned ball and chain.
    Tasted the dust of ancient,
    and I do remember.
    Her dress had these symbol...starlike squiggles,
    the flame had affected her some...
    I saw the multicolored fire,
    it skipped frantically across a landscape. This is not really a balcony, >>>> and you're more than a woman.

    I felt the softness,
    the misty air was choking and warm.
    Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue...
    stencil writings...
    Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks,
    beneath it all.
    The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
    this is not really what is seems like, is it?
    This is not more than a balcony,
    and you're only a woman...

    -Will Dockery 10-21-82

    -----------------------------------------------

    Found in Drafts file.

    Good day, again.... one of your finest....

    Good morning, and thanks again.


    Mike and I are sitting by the camp fire, singing songs as he picks his ole banjo...!


    Good evening, sounds like good times for you guys.

    🙂

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  • From General-Zod@21:1/5 to Will Dockery on Wed Dec 7 22:54:18 2022
    XPost: alt.arts.poetry.comments

    Will Dockery wrote:

    Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    Mari

    She's got a dress, blue with yellow stars,
    blues and yellows and their mixture like space duel.
    A little green hair-holder in back.
    Her stare is blue,
    strands of gold hair hanging.
    We stand staring as bombs explode.
    In the distance out by the sunset.
    This is not really as it seems, is it?
    This is more than a balcony,
    and you're more than a woman.

    I saw Brookwood demolished,
    and I thought about that damned ball and chain.
    Tasted the dust of ancient,
    and I do remember.
    Her dress had these symbol...starlike squiggles,
    the flame had affected her some...
    I saw the multicolored fire,
    it skipped frantically across a landscape. This is not really a balcony, >>> and you're more than a woman.

    I felt the softness,
    the misty air was choking and warm.
    Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue...
    stencil writings...
    Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks,
    beneath it all.
    The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
    this is not really what is seems like, is it?
    This is not more than a balcony,
    and you're only a woman...

    -Will Dockery 10-21-82

    -----------------------------------------------

    Found in Drafts file.

    Good day, again.... one of your finest....

    Good morning, and thanks again.


    Yep... yep...!!

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  • From W.Dockery@21:1/5 to Zod on Thu Dec 8 19:05:00 2022
    XPost: alt.arts.poetry.comments

    Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    Mari

    She's got a dress, blue with yellow stars,
    blues and yellows and their mixture like space duel.
    A little green hair-holder in back.
    Her stare is blue,
    strands of gold hair hanging.
    We stand staring as bombs explode.
    In the distance out by the sunset.
    This is not really as it seems, is it?
    This is more than a balcony,
    and you're more than a woman.

    I saw Brookwood demolished,
    and I thought about that damned ball and chain.
    Tasted the dust of ancient,
    and I do remember.
    Her dress had these symbol...starlike squiggles,
    the flame had affected her some...
    I saw the multicolored fire,
    it skipped frantically across a landscape. This is not really a balcony, >>>> and you're more than a woman.

    I felt the softness,
    the misty air was choking and warm.
    Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue...
    stencil writings...
    Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks,
    beneath it all.
    The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
    this is not really what is seems like, is it?
    This is not more than a balcony,
    and you're only a woman...

    -Will Dockery 10-21-82




    Good day, again.... one of your finest.... Yep... yep...!!

    Good afternoon, my friend.

    🙂

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  • From W.Dockery@21:1/5 to Zod on Tue Dec 13 17:21:38 2022
    XPost: alt.arts.poetry.comments

    Zod wrote:
    Will Dockery wrote:

    Mari

    She's got a dress, blue with yellow stars,
    blues and yellows and their mixture like space duel.
    A little green hair-holder in back.
    Her stare is blue,
    strands of gold hair hanging.
    We stand staring as bombs explode.
    In the distance out by the sunset.
    This is not really as it seems, is it?
    This is more than a balcony,
    and you're more than a woman.

    I saw Brookwood demolished,
    and I thought about that damned ball and chain.
    Tasted the dust of ancient,
    and I do remember.
    Her dress had these symbol...starlike squiggles,
    the flame had affected her some...
    I saw the multicolored fire,
    it skipped frantically across a landscape. This is not really a balcony,
    and you're more than a woman.

    I felt the softness,
    the misty air was choking and warm.
    Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue...
    stencil writings...
    Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks,
    beneath it all.
    The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
    this is not really what is seems like, is it?
    This is not more than a balcony,
    and you're only a woman...

    -Will Dockery 10-21-82



    Good day, again.... one of your finest....

    Thanks again, and since 1982 seems to be the topic of the day, a good poem of mine to showcase.

    🙂

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  • From W-Dockery@21:1/5 to Zod on Fri Dec 16 18:07:39 2022
    XPost: alt.arts.poetry.comments

    Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    Mari

    She's got a dress, blue with yellow stars,
    blues and yellows and their mixture like space duel.
    A little green hair-holder in back.
    Her stare is blue,
    strands of gold hair hanging.
    We stand staring as bombs explode.
    In the distance out by the sunset.
    This is not really as it seems, is it?
    This is more than a balcony,
    and you're more than a woman.

    I saw Brookwood demolished,
    and I thought about that damned ball and chain.
    Tasted the dust of ancient,
    and I do remember.
    Her dress had these symbol...starlike squiggles,
    the flame had affected her some...
    I saw the multicolored fire,
    it skipped frantically across a landscape. This is not really a balcony,
    and you're more than a woman.

    I felt the softness,
    the misty air was choking and warm.
    Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue...
    stencil writings...
    Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks,
    beneath it all.
    The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
    this is not really what is seems like, is it?
    This is not more than a balcony,
    and you're only a woman...

    -Will Dockery 10-21-82

    -----------------------------------------------

    Found in Drafts file.

    Good day, again.... one of your finest....

    That was the view from here in 1982.

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  • From General-Zod@21:1/5 to Will Dockery on Wed Dec 21 20:50:07 2022
    XPost: alt.arts.poetry.comments

    Will Dockery wrote:

    Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    Mari

    She's got a dress, blue with yellow stars,
    blues and yellows and their mixture like space duel.
    A little green hair-holder in back.
    Her stare is blue,
    strands of gold hair hanging.
    We stand staring as bombs explode.
    In the distance out by the sunset.
    This is not really as it seems, is it?
    This is more than a balcony,
    and you're more than a woman.

    I saw Brookwood demolished,
    and I thought about that damned ball and chain.
    Tasted the dust of ancient,
    and I do remember.
    Her dress had these symbol...star-like squiggles,
    the flame had affected her some...
    I saw the multicolored fire,
    it skipped frantically across a landscape. This is not really a balcony, >>> and you're more than a woman.

    I felt the softness,
    the misty air was choking and warm.
    Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue...
    stencil writings...
    Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks,
    beneath it all.
    The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
    this is not really what is seems like, is it?
    This is not more than a balcony,
    and you're only a woman...

    -Will Dockery 10-21-82



    Good day, again.... one of your finest....

    That was the view from here in 1982.


    My finest memory of 1982 was first gazing at the lovely Kirstie Alley, may she rest in peace...

    Kirstie Alley Wrecks the Starship USS Enterprise NCC-1701 Kobayashi Maru HD Star Trek II (1982)
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N4sp2XWZDKs

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  • From W-Dockery@21:1/5 to Zod on Thu Dec 22 16:01:29 2022
    XPost: alt.arts.poetry.comments

    Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    Mari

    She's got a dress, blue with yellow stars,
    blues and yellows and their mixture like space duel.
    A little green hair-holder in back.
    Her stare is blue,
    strands of gold hair hanging.
    We stand staring as bombs explode.
    In the distance out by the sunset.
    This is not really as it seems, is it?
    This is more than a balcony,
    and you're more than a woman.

    I saw Brookwood demolished,
    and I thought about that damned ball and chain.
    Tasted the dust of ancient,
    and I do remember.
    Her dress had these symbol...starlike squiggles,
    the flame had affected her some...
    I saw the multicolored fire,
    it skipped frantically across a landscape. This is not really a balcony,
    and you're more than a woman.

    I felt the softness,
    the misty air was choking and warm.
    Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue...
    stencil writings...
    Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks,
    beneath it all.
    The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
    this is not really what is seems like, is it?
    This is not more than a balcony,
    and you're only a woman...

    -Will Dockery 10-21-82

    -----------------------------------------------

    Found in Drafts file.

    Good day, again.... one of your finest....

    Thanks again my friend, and have a safe trip to Florida.

    Enjoy your vacation weekend.

    🙂

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  • From W.Dockery@21:1/5 to Zod on Sat Jan 7 12:00:39 2023
    XPost: alt.arts.poetry.comments

    Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    Mari

    She's got a dress, blue with yellow stars,
    blues and yellows and their mixture like space duel.
    A little green hair-holder in back.
    Her stare is blue,
    strands of gold hair hanging.
    We stand staring as bombs explode.
    In the distance out by the sunset.
    This is not really as it seems, is it?
    This is more than a balcony,
    and you're more than a woman.

    I saw Brookwood demolished,
    and I thought about that damned ball and chain.
    Tasted the dust of ancient,
    and I do remember.
    Her dress had these symbol...starlike squiggles,
    the flame had affected her some...
    I saw the multicolored fire,
    it skipped frantically across a landscape. This is not really a balcony,
    and you're more than a woman.

    I felt the softness,
    the misty air was choking and warm.
    Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue...
    stencil writings...
    Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks,
    beneath it all.
    The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
    this is not really what is seems like, is it?
    This is not more than a balcony,
    and you're only a woman...

    -Will Dockery 10-21-82

    -----------------------------------------------

    Found in Drafts file.

    Good day, again.... one of your finest....


    Thanks again for the feedback.

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