Blood Skeleton / Will Dockery

[Will Dockery]

Blood Skeleton

Barry the Bear
stood on the river bank
watching eels swim downstream.

The eels are free in the depths
they do not fear.
Some die on impact
on the rocks in the shallows.

Somehow
the great luminous eels
continue on
singing their songs.

Very few eels
make it to the sea
no men do.

The eels glow like the moon
singing crazy songs.

Barry called it gibberish
as he stood on the bank
watching the waves
flecked with illumination.

The great white eels
were moving
with the slow slushy current.

Barry went back
to washing his Econoline van
thinking about a coupon he'd found
free cup of coffee with purchase.

Up on First Avenue and over
awaited the machine guns
a green limousine
reptiles with some very real emotions.

An early Summer morning
down by the river
a couple hits of loud
washing a gold van.

There's a Detroit song
on the radio
as Motown ushers in the sun.

Barry turned his hat brim down
buffing wax on the van.

The night air
was heavy and metallic
the sky was copper
as dawn broke.

Over on the camp fire
a soup of roast fish
rice and sugar cane.

Barry the Bear re-lit
the smoldering blunt
and called someone
in a nearby phone booth.

-Will Dockery

[philo]

Post by Will Dockery
Blood Skeleton
Barry the Bear
stood on the river bank
watching eels swim downstream.
The eels are free in the depths
they do not fear.
Some die on impact
on the rocks in the shallows.
Somehow
the great luminous eels
continue on
singing their songs.
Very few eels
make it to the sea
no men do.
The eels glow like the moon
singing crazy songs.
Barry called it gibberish
as he stood on the bank
watching the waves
flecked with illumination.
The great white eels
were moving
with the slow slushy current.
Barry went back
to washing his Econoline van
thinking about a coupon he'd found
free cup of coffee with purchase.
Up on First Avenue and over
awaited the machine guns
a green limousine
reptiles with some very real emotions.
An early Summer morning
down by the river
a couple hits of loud
washing a gold van.
There's a Detroit song
on the radio
as Motown ushers in the sun.
Barry turned his hat brim down
buffing wax on the van.
The night air
was heavy and metallic
the sky was copper
as dawn broke.
Over on the camp fire
a soup of roast fish
rice and sugar cane.
Barry the Bear re-lit
the smoldering blunt
and called someone
in a nearby phone booth.
-Will Dockery

Good one.


Wish I had to time to read all poems posted here

[Will Dockery]

Post by philo

Post by Will Dockery
Blood Skeleton
Barry the Bear
stood on the river bank
watching eels swim downstream.
The eels are free in the depths
they do not fear.
Some die on impact
on the rocks in the shallows.
Somehow
the great luminous eels
continue on
singing their songs.
Very few eels
make it to the sea
no men do.
The eels glow like the moon
singing crazy songs.
Barry called it gibberish
as he stood on the bank
watching the waves
flecked with illumination.
The great white eels
were moving
with the slow slushy current.
Barry went back
to washing his Econoline van
thinking about a coupon he'd found
free cup of coffee with purchase.
Up on First Avenue and over
awaited the machine guns
a green limousine
reptiles with some very real emotions.
An early Summer morning
down by the river
a couple hits of loud
washing a gold van.
There's a Detroit song
on the radio
as Motown ushers in the sun.
Barry turned his hat brim down
buffing wax on the van.
The night air
was heavy and metallic
the sky was copper
as dawn broke.
Over on the camp fire
a soup of roast fish
rice and sugar cane.
Barry the Bear re-lit
the smoldering blunt
and called someone
in a nearby phone booth.
-Will Dockery

Good one.
Wish I had to time to read all poems posted here

Thanks for having a read, Philo, and right now I much prefer seeing your vast amount of poetry archived here... you will have time to sit back and read at some point, I expect.

;)

[philo]

On 5/31/2020 3:55 AM, Will Dockery wrote:


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Post by Will Dockery

Post by philo
Good one.
Wish I had to time to read all poems posted here

Thanks for having a read, Philo, and right now I much prefer seeing your vast amount of poetry archived here... you will have time to sit back and read at some point, I expect.
;)

Right now I'm converting to editable text, my 1985-2000 archives.

Taking the best out of those 5000 pages.

Doing only minor edits.

Once done with that...next year , hopefully , will take the best of that
and edit for publication.


As with my previous publications, will contain photos as well.
This one will be geared bit more towards text however.

[Rocky]

Post by philo
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Post by Will Dockery

Post by philo
Good one.
Wish I had to time to read all poems posted here

Thanks for having a read, Philo, and right now I much prefer seeing your vast amount of poetry archived here... you will have time to sit back and read at some point, I expect.
;)

Right now I'm converting to editable text, my 1985-2000 archives.
Taking the best out of those 5000 pages.
Doing only minor edits.
Once done with that...next year , hopefully , will take the best of that
and edit for publication.
As with my previous publications, will contain photos as well.
This one will be geared bit more towards text however.

A worthy project….

[Zod]

Post by philo
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Post by Will Dockery

Post by philo
Good one.
Wish I had to time to read all poems posted here

Thanks for having a read, Philo, and right now I much prefer seeing your vast amount of poetry archived here... you will have time to sit back and read at some point, I expect.
;)

Right now I'm converting to editable text, my 1985-2000 archives.
Taking the best out of those 5000 pages.
Doing only minor edits.
Once done with that...next year , hopefully , will take the best of that
and edit for publication.
As with my previous publications, will contain photos as well.
This one will be geared bit more towards text however.

Sounds quite epic in scope,,,

[ME]

Post by Zod

Post by philo
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Post by Will Dockery

Post by philo
Good one.
Wish I had to time to read all poems posted here

Thanks for having a read, Philo, and right now I much prefer seeing your vast amount of poetry archived here... you will have time to sit back and read at some point, I expect.
;)

Right now I'm converting to editable text, my 1985-2000 archives.
Taking the best out of those 5000 pages.
Doing only minor edits.
Once done with that...next year , hopefully , will take the best of that
and edit for publication.
As with my previous publications, will contain photos as well.
This one will be geared bit more towards text however.

Sounds quite epic in scope,,,

[Zod]

Post by Zod

Post by philo
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Post by Will Dockery

Post by philo
Good one.
Wish I had to time to read all poems posted here

Thanks for having a read, Philo, and right now I much prefer seeing your vast amount of poetry archived here... you will have time to sit back and read at some point, I expect.
;)

Right now I'm converting to editable text, my 1985-2000 archives.
Taking the best out of those 5000 pages.
Doing only minor edits.
Once done with that...next year , hopefully , will take the best of that
and edit for publication.
As with my previous publications, will contain photos as well.
This one will be geared bit more towards text however.

Sounds quite epic in scope,,,

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epic_poetry


Yes, it does......


***************An epic poem, epic, epos, or epopee is a lengthy narrative poem, ordinarily involving a time beyond living memory in which occurred the extraordinary doings of the extraordinary men and women who, in dealings with the gods or other superhuman forces, gave shape to the mortal universe for their descendants, the poet and his audience, to understand themselves as a people or nation.**************************8

[Zod]

Post by Zod

Post by philo
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Post by Will Dockery

Post by philo
Good one.
Wish I had to time to read all poems posted here

Thanks for having a read, Philo, and right now I much prefer seeing your vast amount of poetry archived here... you will have time to sit back and read at some point, I expect.
;)

Right now I'm converting to editable text, my 1985-2000 archives.
Taking the best out of those 5000 pages.
Doing only minor edits.
Once done with that...next year , hopefully , will take the best of that
and edit for publication.
As with my previous publications, will contain photos as well.
This one will be geared bit more towards text however.

Sounds quite epic in scope,,,

Seems that it will be...

[ME]

Post by Zod

Post by philo
<snip>

Post by Will Dockery

Post by philo
Good one.
Wish I had to time to read all poems posted here

Thanks for having a read, Philo, and right now I much prefer seeing your vast amount of poetry archived here... you will have time to sit back and read at some point, I expect.
;)

Right now I'm converting to editable text, my 1985-2000 archives.
Taking the best out of those 5000 pages.
Doing only minor edits.
Once done with that...next year , hopefully , will take the best of that
and edit for publication.
As with my previous publications, will contain photos as well.
This one will be geared bit more towards text however.

Sounds quite epic in scope,,,

What does epic in scope mean?

[General Zod]

Post by ME

Post by Zod

Post by philo
<snip>

Post by Will Dockery

Post by philo
Good one.
Wish I had to time to read all poems posted here

Thanks for having a read, Philo, and right now I much prefer seeing your vast amount of poetry archived here... you will have time to sit back and read at some point, I expect.
;)

Right now I'm converting to editable text, my 1985-2000 archives.
Taking the best out of those 5000 pages.
Doing only minor edits.
Once done with that...next year , hopefully , will take the best of that
and edit for publication.
As with my previous publications, will contain photos as well.
This one will be geared bit more towards text however.

Sounds quite epic in scope,,,

What does epic in scope mean?

On a par with epic poetry...

Ha ha ha..

[Zod]

Post by Dental River

Is "Barry" meant to signify Dental River, and this poem intended as a satire on his generally impenetrable works?

Barry is apparently a talking, van driving bear in a surreal cartoon universe, not difficult to understand at all..!

How can that be called satire without even changing the particulars?

You are really a cartoon bear...?

[Faraway Star]

Post by philo
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Post by Will Dockery

Post by philo
Good one.
Wish I had to time to read all poems posted here

Thanks for having a read, Philo, and right now I much prefer seeing your vast amount of poetry archived here... you will have time to sit back and read at some point, I expect.
;)

Right now I'm converting to editable text, my 1985-2000 archives.
Taking the best out of those 5000 pages.
Doing only minor edits.
Once done with that...next year , hopefully , will take the best of that
and edit for publication.
As with my previous publications, will contain photos as well.
This one will be geared bit more towards text however.

Sounds cool

[W.Dockery]

Post by Faraway Star

Post by philo
<snip>

Post by Will Dockery

Post by philo
Good one.
Wish I had to time to read all poems posted here

Thanks for having a read, Philo, and right now I much prefer seeing your vast amount of poetry archived here... you will have time to sit back and read at some point, I expect.
;)

Right now I'm converting to editable text, my 1985-2000 archives.
Taking the best out of those 5000 pages.
Doing only minor edits.
Once done with that...next year , hopefully , will take the best of that
and edit for publication.
As with my previous publications, will contain photos as well.
This one will be geared bit more towards text however.

Sounds cool

I wonder how that turned out.

[General-Zod]

Post by W.Dockery

Post by Faraway Star

Post by philo
<snip>

Post by Will Dockery

Post by philo
Good one.
Wish I had to time to read all poems posted here

Thanks for having a read, Philo, and right now I much prefer seeing your vast amount of poetry archived here... you will have time to sit back and read at some point, I expect.
;)

Right now I'm converting to editable text, my 1985-2000 archives.
Taking the best out of those 5000 pages.
Doing only minor edits.
Once done with that...next year , hopefully , will take the best of that
and edit for publication.
As with my previous publications, will contain photos as well.
This one will be geared bit more towards text however.

Sounds cool

I wonder how that turned out.

Probably outstanding

[Heathcliff]

Post by philo

Post by Will Dockery
Blood Skeleton
Barry the Bear
stood on the river bank
watching eels swim downstream.
The eels are free in the depths
they do not fear.
Some die on impact
on the rocks in the shallows.
Somehow
the great luminous eels
continue on
singing their songs.
Very few eels
make it to the sea
no men do.
The eels glow like the moon
singing crazy songs.
Barry called it gibberish
as he stood on the bank
watching the waves
flecked with illumination.
The great white eels
were moving
with the slow slushy current.
Barry went back
to washing his Econoline van
thinking about a coupon he'd found
free cup of coffee with purchase.
Up on First Avenue and over
awaited the machine guns
a green limousine
reptiles with some very real emotions.
An early Summer morning
down by the river
a couple hits of loud
washing a gold van.
There's a Detroit song
on the radio
as Motown ushers in the sun.
Barry turned his hat brim down
buffing wax on the van.
The night air
was heavy and metallic
the sky was copper
as dawn broke.
Over on the camp fire
a soup of roast fish
rice and sugar cane.
Barry the Bear re-lit
the smoldering blunt
and called someone
in a nearby phone booth.
-Will Dockery

Good one.
Wish I had to time to read all poems posted here

At least the poems will be here when you get time...

[Zod]

Post by philo

Post by Will Dockery
Blood Skeleton
Barry the Bear
stood on the river bank
watching eels swim downstream.
The eels are free in the depths
they do not fear.
Some die on impact
on the rocks in the shallows.
Somehow
the great luminous eels
continue on
singing their songs.
Very few eels
make it to the sea
no men do.
The eels glow like the moon
singing crazy songs.
Barry called it gibberish
as he stood on the bank
watching the waves
flecked with illumination.
The great white eels
were moving
with the slow slushy current.
Barry went back
to washing his Econoline van
thinking about a coupon he'd found
free cup of coffee with purchase.
Up on First Avenue and over
awaited the machine guns
a green limousine
reptiles with some very real emotions.
An early Summer morning
down by the river
a couple hits of loud
washing a gold van.
There's a Detroit song
on the radio
as Motown ushers in the sun.
Barry turned his hat brim down
buffing wax on the van.
The night air
was heavy and metallic
the sky was copper
as dawn broke.
Over on the camp fire
a soup of roast fish
rice and sugar cane.
Barry the Bear re-lit
the smoldering blunt
and called someone
in a nearby phone booth.
-Will Dockery

Good one.
Wish I had to time to read all poems posted here

Philo, you are missed...

[Will Dockery]

Post by Zod

Post by philo

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Post by Will Dockery
Blood Skeleton

Barry the Bear
stood on the river bank
watching eels swim downstream.
The eels are free in the depths
they do not fear.
Some die on impact
on the rocks in the shallows.
Somehow
the great luminous eels
continue on
singing their songs.
Very few eels
make it to the sea
no men do.
The eels glow like the moon
singing crazy songs.
Barry called it gibberish
as he stood on the bank
watching the waves
flecked with illumination.
The great white eels
were moving
with the slow slushy current.
Barry went back
to washing his Econoline van
thinking about a coupon he'd found
free cup of coffee with purchase.
Up on First Avenue and over
awaited the machine guns
a green limousine
reptiles with some very real emotions.
An early Summer morning
down by the river
a couple hits of loud
washing a gold van.
There's a Detroit song
on the radio
as Motown ushers in the sun.
Barry turned his hat brim down
buffing wax on the van.
The night air
was heavy and metallic
the sky was copper
as dawn broke.
Over on the camp fire
a soup of roast fish
rice and sugar cane.
Barry the Bear re-lit
the smoldering blunt
and called someone
in a nearby phone booth.
-Will Dockery

Good one.
Wish I had to time to read all poems posted here

Philo, you are missed...

True, it would be great to see Philo return one of these days.

🙂

[General-Zod]

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Post by Will Dockery
Blood Skeleton

Barry the Bear
stood on the river bank
watching eels swim downstream.
The eels are free in the depths
they do not fear.
Some die on impact
on the rocks in the shallows.
Somehow
the great luminous eels
continue on
singing their songs.
Very few eels
make it to the sea
no men do.
The eels glow like the moon
singing crazy songs.
Barry called it gibberish
as he stood on the bank
watching the waves
flecked with illumination.
The great white eels
were moving
with the slow slushy current.
Barry went back
to washing his Econoline van
thinking about a coupon he'd found
free cup of coffee with purchase.
Up on First Avenue and over
awaited the machine guns
a green limousine
reptiles with some very real emotions.
An early Summer morning
down by the river
a couple hits of loud
washing a gold van.
There's a Detroit song
on the radio
as Motown ushers in the sun.
Barry turned his hat brim down
buffing wax on the van.
The night air
was heavy and metallic
the sky was copper
as dawn broke.
Over on the camp fire
a soup of roast fish
rice and sugar cane.
Barry the Bear re-lit
the smoldering blunt
and called someone
in a nearby phone booth.
-Will Dockery

Good one.
Wish I had to time to read all poems posted here

Philo, you are missed...

True, it would be great to see Philo return one of these days.
🙂

I thjnk he became sick of the fighting

[W.Dockery]

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Post by Will Dockery
Blood Skeleton

Barry the Bear
stood on the river bank
watching eels swim downstream.
The eels are free in the depths
they do not fear.
Some die on impact
on the rocks in the shallows.
Somehow
the great luminous eels
continue on
singing their songs.
Very few eels
make it to the sea
no men do.
The eels glow like the moon
singing crazy songs.
Barry called it gibberish
as he stood on the bank
watching the waves
flecked with illumination.
The great white eels
were moving
with the slow slushy current.
Barry went back
to washing his Econoline van
thinking about a coupon he'd found
free cup of coffee with purchase.
Up on First Avenue and over
awaited the machine guns
a green limousine
reptiles with some very real emotions.
An early Summer morning
down by the river
a couple hits of loud
washing a gold van.
There's a Detroit song
on the radio
as Motown ushers in the sun.
Barry turned his hat brim down
buffing wax on the van.
The night air
was heavy and metallic
the sky was copper
as dawn broke.
Over on the camp fire
a soup of roast fish
rice and sugar cane.
Barry the Bear re-lit
the smoldering blunt
and called someone
in a nearby phone booth.
-Will Dockery

Good one.
Wish I had to time to read all poems posted here

Philo, you are missed...

True, it would be great to see Philo return one of these days.

I thjnk he became sick of the fighting

No doubt.

[General-Zod]

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Post by Will Dockery

Post by Zod

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Post by Will Dockery

Post by Will Dockery
Blood Skeleton

Barry the Bear
stood on the river bank
watching eels swim downstream.
The eels are free in the depths
they do not fear.
Some die on impact
on the rocks in the shallows.
Somehow
the great luminous eels
continue on
singing their songs.
Very few eels
make it to the sea
no men do.
The eels glow like the moon
singing crazy songs.
Barry called it gibberish
as he stood on the bank
watching the waves
flecked with illumination.
The great white eels
were moving
with the slow slushy current.
Barry went back
to washing his Econoline van
thinking about a coupon he'd found
free cup of coffee with purchase.
Up on First Avenue and over
awaited the machine guns
a green limousine
reptiles with some very real emotions.
An early Summer morning
down by the river
a couple hits of loud
washing a gold van.
There's a Detroit song
on the radio
as Motown ushers in the sun.
Barry turned his hat brim down
buffing wax on the van.
The night air
was heavy and metallic
the sky was copper
as dawn broke.
Over on the camp fire
a soup of roast fish
rice and sugar cane.
Barry the Bear re-lit
the smoldering blunt
and called someone
in a nearby phone booth.
-Will Dockery

Good one.
Wish I had to time to read all poems posted here

Philo, you are missed...

True, it would be great to see Philo return one of these days.

I thjnk he became sick of the fighting

No doubt.

Penhead and Nancy G. prove that they don't want peace

[W.Dockery]

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Post by Will Dockery
Blood Skeleton

Barry the Bear
stood on the river bank
watching eels swim downstream.
The eels are free in the depths
they do not fear.
Some die on impact
on the rocks in the shallows.
Somehow
the great luminous eels
continue on
singing their songs.
Very few eels
make it to the sea
no men do.
The eels glow like the moon
singing crazy songs.
Barry called it gibberish
as he stood on the bank
watching the waves
flecked with illumination.
The great white eels
were moving
with the slow slushy current.
Barry went back
to washing his Econoline van
thinking about a coupon he'd found
free cup of coffee with purchase.
Up on First Avenue and over
awaited the machine guns
a green limousine
reptiles with some very real emotions.
An early Summer morning
down by the river
a couple hits of loud
washing a gold van.
There's a Detroit song
on the radio
as Motown ushers in the sun.
Barry turned his hat brim down
buffing wax on the van.
The night air
was heavy and metallic
the sky was copper
as dawn broke.
Over on the camp fire
a soup of roast fish
rice and sugar cane.
Barry the Bear re-lit
the smoldering blunt
and called someone
in a nearby phone booth.
-Will Dockery

Good one.
Wish I had to time to read all poems posted here

Philo, you are missed...

True, it would be great to see Philo return one of these days.

I thjnk he became sick of the fighting

No doubt.

Penhead and Nancy G. prove that they don't want peace

Obviously not.


😃

[General-Zod]

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Blood Skeleton

Barry the Bear
stood on the river bank
watching eels swim downstream.
The eels are free in the depths
they do not fear.
Some die on impact
on the rocks in the shallows.
Somehow
the great luminous eels
continue on
singing their songs.
Very few eels
make it to the sea
no men do.
The eels glow like the moon
singing crazy songs.
Barry called it gibberish
as he stood on the bank
watching the waves
flecked with illumination.
The great white eels
were moving
with the slow slushy current.
Barry went back
to washing his Econoline van
thinking about a coupon he'd found
free cup of coffee with purchase.
Up on First Avenue and over
awaited the machine guns
a green limousine
reptiles with some very real emotions.
An early Summer morning
down by the river
a couple hits of loud
washing a gold van.
There's a Detroit song
on the radio
as Motown ushers in the sun.
Barry turned his hat brim down
buffing wax on the van.
The night air
was heavy and metallic
the sky was copper
as dawn broke.
Over on the camp fire
a soup of roast fish
rice and sugar cane.
Barry the Bear re-lit
the smoldering blunt
and called someone
in a nearby phone booth.
-Will Dockery

Good one.
Wish I had to time to read all poems posted here

Philo, you are missed...

True, it would be great to see Philo return one of these days.

I thjnk he became sick of the fighting

No doubt.

Penhead and Nancy G. prove that they don't want peace

Obviously not.
😃

Yo

That's correct.

[W.Dockery]

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Post by Will Dockery
Blood Skeleton

Barry the Bear
stood on the river bank
watching eels swim downstream.
The eels are free in the depths
they do not fear.
Some die on impact
on the rocks in the shallows.
Somehow
the great luminous eels
continue on
singing their songs.
Very few eels
make it to the sea
no men do.
The eels glow like the moon
singing crazy songs.
Barry called it gibberish
as he stood on the bank
watching the waves
flecked with illumination.
The great white eels
were moving
with the slow slushy current.
Barry went back
to washing his Econoline van
thinking about a coupon he'd found
free cup of coffee with purchase.
Up on First Avenue and over
awaited the machine guns
a green limousine
reptiles with some very real emotions.
An early Summer morning
down by the river
a couple hits of loud
washing a gold van.
There's a Detroit song
on the radio
as Motown ushers in the sun.
Barry turned his hat brim down
buffing wax on the van.
The night air
was heavy and metallic
the sky was copper
as dawn broke.
Over on the camp fire
a soup of roast fish
rice and sugar cane.
Barry the Bear re-lit
the smoldering blunt
and called someone
in a nearby phone booth.
-Will Dockery

Good one.
Wish I had to time to read all poems posted here

Philo, you are missed...

True, it would be great to see Philo return one of these days.

I thjnk he became sick of the fighting

No doubt.

Penhead and Nancy G. prove that they don't want peace

Obviously not.

Yo
That's correct.

Always was obvious.

[Will Dockery]

Post by philo

Post by Will Dockery
Blood Skeleton
Barry the Bear
stood on the river bank
watching eels swim downstream.
The eels are free in the depths
they do not fear.
Some die on impact
on the rocks in the shallows.
Somehow
the great luminous eels
continue on
singing their songs.
Very few eels
make it to the sea
no men do.
The eels glow like the moon
singing crazy songs.
Barry called it gibberish
as he stood on the bank
watching the waves
flecked with illumination.
The great white eels
were moving
with the slow slushy current.
Barry went back
to washing his Econoline van
thinking about a coupon he'd found
free cup of coffee with purchase.
Up on First Avenue and over
awaited the machine guns
a green limousine
reptiles with some very real emotions.
An early Summer morning
down by the river
a couple hits of loud
washing a gold van.
There's a Detroit song
on the radio
as Motown ushers in the sun.
Barry turned his hat brim down
buffing wax on the van.
The night air
was heavy and metallic
the sky was copper
as dawn broke.
Over on the camp fire
a soup of roast fish
rice and sugar cane.
Barry the Bear re-lit
the smoldering blunt
and called someone
in a nearby phone booth.
-Will Dockery

Good one.
Wish I had to time to read all poems posted here

Agreed and seconded...!

[General-Zod @news.novabbs.com (General-Zod)]

Post by philo

Post by Will Dockery
Blood Skeleton

Post by Will Dockery
Barry the Bear
stood on the river bank
watching eels swim downstream.
The eels are free in the depths
they do not fear.
Some die on impact
on the rocks in the shallows.
Somehow
the great luminous eels
continue on
singing their songs.
Very few eels
make it to the sea
no men do.
The eels glow like the moon
singing crazy songs.
Barry called it gibberish
as he stood on the bank
watching the waves
flecked with illumination.
The great white eels
were moving
with the slow slushy current.
Barry went back
to washing his Econoline van
thinking about a coupon he'd found
free cup of coffee with purchase.
Up on First Avenue and over
awaited the machine guns
a green limousine
reptiles with some very real emotions.
An early Summer morning
down by the river
a couple hits of loud
washing a gold van.
There's a Detroit song
on the radio
as Motown ushers in the sun.
Barry turned his hat brim down
buffing wax on the van.
The night air
was heavy and metallic
the sky was copper
as dawn broke.
Over on the camp fire
a soup of roast fish
rice and sugar cane.
Barry the Bear re-lit
the smoldering blunt
and called someone
in a nearby phone booth.
-Will Dockery

Good one.
Wish I had to time to read all poems posted here

Agreed and seconded, Philo...!

[Will Dockery]

Post by General-Zod @news.novabbs.com (General-Zod)

Post by philo

Post by Will Dockery
Blood Skeleton

Post by Will Dockery
Barry the Bear
stood on the river bank
watching eels swim downstream.
The eels are free in the depths
they do not fear.
Some die on impact
on the rocks in the shallows.
Somehow
the great luminous eels
continue on
singing their songs.
Very few eels
make it to the sea
no men do.
The eels glow like the moon
singing crazy songs.
Barry called it gibberish
as he stood on the bank
watching the waves
flecked with illumination.
The great white eels
were moving
with the slow slushy current.
Barry went back
to washing his Econoline van
thinking about a coupon he'd found
free cup of coffee with purchase.
Up on First Avenue and over
awaited the machine guns
a green limousine
reptiles with some very real emotions.
An early Summer morning
down by the river
a couple hits of loud
washing a gold van.
There's a Detroit song
on the radio
as Motown ushers in the sun.
Barry turned his hat brim down
buffing wax on the van.
The night air
was heavy and metallic
the sky was copper
as dawn broke.
Over on the camp fire
a soup of roast fish
rice and sugar cane.
Barry the Bear re-lit
the smoldering blunt
and called someone
in a nearby phone booth.
-Will Dockery

Good one.
Wish I had to time to read all poems posted here

Agreed and seconded, Philo...!

Happy holidays to you and Mike.

🙂

[Faraway Star]

Post by Will Dockery

Post by General-Zod @news.novabbs.com (General-Zod)

Post by philo

Post by Will Dockery
Blood Skeleton

Post by Will Dockery
Barry the Bear
stood on the river bank
watching eels swim downstream.
The eels are free in the depths
they do not fear.
Some die on impact
on the rocks in the shallows.
Somehow
the great luminous eels
continue on
singing their songs.
Very few eels
make it to the sea
no men do.
The eels glow like the moon
singing crazy songs.
Barry called it gibberish
as he stood on the bank
watching the waves
flecked with illumination.
The great white eels
were moving
with the slow slushy current.
Barry went back
to washing his Econoline van
thinking about a coupon he'd found
free cup of coffee with purchase.
Up on First Avenue and over
awaited the machine guns
a green limousine
reptiles with some very real emotions.
An early Summer morning
down by the river
a couple hits of loud
washing a gold van.
There's a Detroit song
on the radio
as Motown ushers in the sun.
Barry turned his hat brim down
buffing wax on the van.
The night air
was heavy and metallic
the sky was copper
as dawn broke.
Over on the camp fire
a soup of roast fish
rice and sugar cane.
Barry the Bear re-lit
the smoldering blunt
and called someone
in a nearby phone booth.
-Will Dockery

Good one.
Wish I had to time to read all poems posted here

Agreed and seconded, Philo...!

Happy holidays to you and Mike.

I thank

[W.Dockery]

Post by Faraway Star

Post by Will Dockery

Post by General-Zod @news.novabbs.com (General-Zod)

Post by philo

Post by Will Dockery
Blood Skeleton

Post by Will Dockery
Barry the Bear
stood on the river bank
watching eels swim downstream.
The eels are free in the depths
they do not fear.
Some die on impact
on the rocks in the shallows.
Somehow
the great luminous eels
continue on
singing their songs.
Very few eels
make it to the sea
no men do.
The eels glow like the moon
singing crazy songs.
Barry called it gibberish
as he stood on the bank
watching the waves
flecked with illumination.
The great white eels
were moving
with the slow slushy current.
Barry went back
to washing his Econoline van
thinking about a coupon he'd found
free cup of coffee with purchase.
Up on First Avenue and over
awaited the machine guns
a green limousine
reptiles with some very real emotions.
An early Summer morning
down by the river
a couple hits of loud
washing a gold van.
There's a Detroit song
on the radio
as Motown ushers in the sun.
Barry turned his hat brim down
buffing wax on the van.
The night air
was heavy and metallic
the sky was copper
as dawn broke.
Over on the camp fire
a soup of roast fish
rice and sugar cane.
Barry the Bear re-lit
the smoldering blunt
and called someone
in a nearby phone booth.
-Will Dockery

Good one.
Wish I had to time to read all poems posted here

Agreed and seconded, Philo...!

Happy holidays to you and Mike.

I thank

Good evening my friend.

[General-Zod]

Post by W.Dockery

Post by Faraway Star

Post by Will Dockery

Post by General-Zod @news.novabbs.com (General-Zod)

Post by philo

Post by Will Dockery
Blood Skeleton

Post by Will Dockery
Barry the Bear
stood on the river bank
watching eels swim downstream.
The eels are free in the depths
they do not fear.
Some die on impact
on the rocks in the shallows.
Somehow
the great luminous eels
continue on
singing their songs.
Very few eels
make it to the sea
no men do.
The eels glow like the moon
singing crazy songs.
Barry called it gibberish
as he stood on the bank
watching the waves
flecked with illumination.
The great white eels
were moving
with the slow slushy current.
Barry went back
to washing his Econoline van
thinking about a coupon he'd found
free cup of coffee with purchase.
Up on First Avenue and over
awaited the machine guns
a green limousine
reptiles with some very real emotions.
An early Summer morning
down by the river
a couple hits of loud
washing a gold van.
There's a Detroit song
on the radio
as Motown ushers in the sun.
Barry turned his hat brim down
buffing wax on the van.
The night air
was heavy and metallic
the sky was copper
as dawn broke.
Over on the camp fire
a soup of roast fish
rice and sugar cane.
Barry the Bear re-lit
the smoldering blunt
and called someone
in a nearby phone booth.
-Will Dockery

Good one.
Wish I had to time to read all poems posted here

Agreed and seconded, Philo...!

Happy holidays to you and Mike.

I thank

Good evening my friend.

Good day to you sahib...!!

[W.Dockery]

Post by General-Zod

Post by W.Dockery

Post by Faraway Star

Post by Will Dockery

Post by General-Zod @news.novabbs.com (General-Zod)

Post by philo

Post by Will Dockery
Blood Skeleton

Post by Will Dockery
Barry the Bear
stood on the river bank
watching eels swim downstream.
The eels are free in the depths
they do not fear.
Some die on impact
on the rocks in the shallows.
Somehow
the great luminous eels
continue on
singing their songs.
Very few eels
make it to the sea
no men do.
The eels glow like the moon
singing crazy songs.
Barry called it gibberish
as he stood on the bank
watching the waves
flecked with illumination.
The great white eels
were moving
with the slow slushy current.
Barry went back
to washing his Econoline van
thinking about a coupon he'd found
free cup of coffee with purchase.
Up on First Avenue and over
awaited the machine guns
a green limousine
reptiles with some very real emotions.
An early Summer morning
down by the river
a couple hits of loud
washing a gold van.
There's a Detroit song
on the radio
as Motown ushers in the sun.
Barry turned his hat brim down
buffing wax on the van.
The night air
was heavy and metallic
the sky was copper
as dawn broke.
Over on the camp fire
a soup of roast fish
rice and sugar cane.
Barry the Bear re-lit
the smoldering blunt
and called someone
in a nearby phone booth.
-Will Dockery

Good one.
Wish I had to time to read all poems posted here

Agreed and seconded, Philo...!

Happy holidays to you and Mike.

I thank

Good evening my friend.

Good day to you sahib...!!

Hope you and Mike are having a great Sunday morning my friend.

🙂

[General-Zod]

Post by W.Dockery

Post by General-Zod

Post by W.Dockery

Post by Faraway Star

Post by Will Dockery

Post by General-Zod @news.novabbs.com (General-Zod)

Post by philo

Post by Will Dockery
Blood Skeleton

Post by Will Dockery
Barry the Bear
stood on the river bank
watching eels swim downstream.
The eels are free in the depths
they do not fear.
Some die on impact
on the rocks in the shallows.
Somehow
the great luminous eels
continue on
singing their songs.
Very few eels
make it to the sea
no men do.
The eels glow like the moon
singing crazy songs.
Barry called it gibberish
as he stood on the bank
watching the waves
flecked with illumination.
The great white eels
were moving
with the slow slushy current.
Barry went back
to washing his Econoline van
thinking about a coupon he'd found
free cup of coffee with purchase.
Up on First Avenue and over
awaited the machine guns
a green limousine
reptiles with some very real emotions.
An early Summer morning
down by the river
a couple hits of loud
washing a gold van.
There's a Detroit song
on the radio
as Motown ushers in the sun.
Barry turned his hat brim down
buffing wax on the van.
The night air
was heavy and metallic
the sky was copper
as dawn broke.
Over on the camp fire
a soup of roast fish
rice and sugar cane.
Barry the Bear re-lit
the smoldering blunt
and called someone
in a nearby phone booth.
-Will Dockery

Good one.
Wish I had to time to read all poems posted here

Agreed and seconded, Philo...!

Happy holidays to you and Mike.

I thank

Good evening my friend.

Good day to you sahib...!!

Hope you and Mike are having a great Sunday morning my friend.

Doin good

Raked a few leafs and am now enjoying a wine cooler in the brigh sunshine...

Life good..!

[W.Dockery]

Post by General-Zod

Post by W.Dockery

Post by General-Zod

Post by W.Dockery

Post by Faraway Star

Post by Will Dockery

Post by General-Zod @news.novabbs.com (General-Zod)

Post by philo

Post by Will Dockery
Blood Skeleton

Post by Will Dockery
Barry the Bear
stood on the river bank
watching eels swim downstream.
The eels are free in the depths
they do not fear.
Some die on impact
on the rocks in the shallows.
Somehow
the great luminous eels
continue on
singing their songs.
Very few eels
make it to the sea
no men do.
The eels glow like the moon
singing crazy songs.
Barry called it gibberish
as he stood on the bank
watching the waves
flecked with illumination.
The great white eels
were moving
with the slow slushy current.
Barry went back
to washing his Econoline van
thinking about a coupon he'd found
free cup of coffee with purchase.
Up on First Avenue and over
awaited the machine guns
a green limousine
reptiles with some very real emotions.
An early Summer morning
down by the river
a couple hits of loud
washing a gold van.
There's a Detroit song
on the radio
as Motown ushers in the sun.
Barry turned his hat brim down
buffing wax on the van.
The night air
was heavy and metallic
the sky was copper
as dawn broke.
Over on the camp fire
a soup of roast fish
rice and sugar cane.
Barry the Bear re-lit
the smoldering blunt
and called someone
in a nearby phone booth.
-Will Dockery

Good one.
Wish I had to time to read all poems posted here

Agreed and seconded, Philo...!

Happy holidays to you and Mike.

I thank

Good evening my friend.

Good day to you sahib...!!

Hope you and Mike are having a great Sunday morning my friend.

Doin good
Raked a few leafs and am now enjoying a wine cooler in the brigh sunshine...
Life good..!

Good morning, great to hear that.

🙂

[General-Zod]

Post by W.Dockery

Post by General-Zod

Post by W.Dockery

Post by General-Zod

Post by W.Dockery

Post by Faraway Star

Post by Will Dockery

Post by General-Zod @news.novabbs.com (General-Zod)

Post by philo

Post by Will Dockery
Blood Skeleton

Post by Will Dockery
Barry the Bear
stood on the river bank
watching eels swim downstream.
The eels are free in the depths
they do not fear.
Some die on impact
on the rocks in the shallows.
Somehow
the great luminous eels
continue on
singing their songs.
Very few eels
make it to the sea
no men do.
The eels glow like the moon
singing crazy songs.
Barry called it gibberish
as he stood on the bank
watching the waves
flecked with illumination.
The great white eels
were moving
with the slow slushy current.
Barry went back
to washing his Econoline van
thinking about a coupon he'd found
free cup of coffee with purchase.
Up on First Avenue and over
awaited the machine guns
a green limousine
reptiles with some very real emotions.
An early Summer morning
down by the river
a couple hits of loud
washing a gold van.
There's a Detroit song
on the radio
as Motown ushers in the sun.
Barry turned his hat brim down
buffing wax on the van.
The night air
was heavy and metallic
the sky was copper
as dawn broke.
Over on the camp fire
a soup of roast fish
rice and sugar cane.
Barry the Bear re-lit
the smoldering blunt
and called someone
in a nearby phone booth.
-Will Dockery

Good one.
Wish I had to time to read all poems posted here

Agreed and seconded, Philo...!

Happy holidays to you and Mike.

I thank

Good evening my friend.

Good day to you sahib...!!

Hope you and Mike are having a great Sunday morning my friend.

Doin good
Raked a few leafs and am now enjoying a wine cooler in the brigh sunshine...
Life good..!

Good morning, great to hear that.
🙂

Good night to you and may God bless...

[Faraway Star]

Post by philo

Post by Will Dockery
Blood Skeleton
Barry the Bear
stood on the river bank
watching eels swim downstream.
The eels are free in the depths
they do not fear.
Some die on impact
on the rocks in the shallows.
Somehow
the great luminous eels
continue on
singing their songs.
Very few eels
make it to the sea
no men do.
The eels glow like the moon
singing crazy songs.
Barry called it gibberish
as he stood on the bank
watching the waves
flecked with illumination.
The great white eels
were moving
with the slow slushy current.
Barry went back
to washing his Econoline van
thinking about a coupon he'd found
free cup of coffee with purchase.
Up on First Avenue and over
awaited the machine guns
a green limousine
reptiles with some very real emotions.
An early Summer morning
down by the river
a couple hits of loud
washing a gold van.
There's a Detroit song
on the radio
as Motown ushers in the sun.
Barry turned his hat brim down
buffing wax on the van.
The night air
was heavy and metallic
the sky was copper
as dawn broke.
Over on the camp fire
a soup of roast fish
rice and sugar cane.
Barry the Bear re-lit
the smoldering blunt
and called someone
in a nearby phone booth.
-Will Dockery

Good one.

Agreed and seconded...!!

Post by philo
Wish I had to time to read all poems posted here.

***

[W.Dockery]

Post by Faraway Star

Post by philo

Post by Will Dockery
Blood Skeleton
Barry the Bear
stood on the river bank
watching eels swim downstream.
The eels are free in the depths
they do not fear.
Some die on impact
on the rocks in the shallows.
Somehow
the great luminous eels
continue on
singing their songs.
Very few eels
make it to the sea
no men do.
The eels glow like the moon
singing crazy songs.
Barry called it gibberish
as he stood on the bank
watching the waves
flecked with illumination.
The great white eels
were moving
with the slow slushy current.
Barry went back
to washing his Econoline van
thinking about a coupon he'd found
free cup of coffee with purchase.
Up on First Avenue and over
awaited the machine guns
a green limousine
reptiles with some very real emotions.
An early Summer morning
down by the river
a couple hits of loud
washing a gold van.
There's a Detroit song
on the radio
as Motown ushers in the sun.
Barry turned his hat brim down
buffing wax on the van.
The night air
was heavy and metallic
the sky was copper
as dawn broke.
Over on the camp fire
a soup of roast fish
rice and sugar cane.
Barry the Bear re-lit
the smoldering blunt
and called someone
in a nearby phone booth.
-Will Dockery

Good one.

Agreed and seconded...!!

Post by philo
Wish I had to time to read all poems posted here.

***

Good evening, my friend.

🙂

[General-Zod]

Post by Will Dockery
Blood Skeleton
Barry the Bear
stood on the river bank
watching eels swim downstream.
The eels are free in the depths
they do not fear.
Some die on impact
on the rocks in the shallows.
Somehow
the great luminous eels
continue on
singing their songs.
Very few eels
make it to the sea
no men do.
The eels glow like the moon
singing crazy songs.
Barry called it gibberish
as he stood on the bank
watching the waves
flecked with illumination.
The great white eels
were moving
with the slow slushy current.
Barry went back
to washing his Econoline van
thinking about a coupon he'd found
free cup of coffee with purchase.
Up on First Avenue and over
awaited the machine guns
a green limousine
reptiles with some very real emotions.
An early Summer morning
down by the river
a couple hits of loud
washing a gold van.
There's a Detroit song
on the radio
as Motown ushers in the sun.
Barry turned his hat brim down
buffing wax on the van.
The night air
was heavy and metallic
the sky was copper
as dawn broke.
Over on the camp fire
a soup of roast fish
rice and sugar cane.
Barry the Bear re-lit
the smoldering blunt
and called someone
in a nearby phone booth.
-Will Dockery

A favorite

[m***@yahoo.com]

Post by Will Dockery
Blood Skeleton
Barry the Bear
stood on the river bank
watching eels swim downstream.
The eels are free in the depths
they do not fear.
Some die on impact
on the rocks in the shallows.
Somehow
the great luminous eels
continue on
singing their songs.
Very few eels
make it to the sea
no men do.
The eels glow like the moon
singing crazy songs.
Barry called it gibberish
as he stood on the bank
watching the waves
flecked with illumination.
The great white eels
were moving
with the slow slushy current.
Barry went back
to washing his Econoline van
thinking about a coupon he'd found
free cup of coffee with purchase.
Up on First Avenue and over
awaited the machine guns
a green limousine
reptiles with some very real emotions.
An early Summer morning
down by the river
a couple hits of loud
washing a gold van.
There's a Detroit song
on the radio
as Motown ushers in the sun.
Barry turned his hat brim down
buffing wax on the van.
The night air
was heavy and metallic
the sky was copper
as dawn broke.
Over on the camp fire
a soup of roast fish
rice and sugar cane.
Barry the Bear re-lit
the smoldering blunt
and called someone
in a nearby phone booth.
-Will Dockery

Geezus that made me sick. Like, corona-sick.

Sooner or later, karma is going to catch up to you, and Robert Frost's skeletal remains are going to rise from the grave, track you, hunt you then attack and murder you, video-game style.

That day is going to be glorious.

[Will Dockery]

Post by m***@yahoo.com

Post by Will Dockery
Blood Skeleton
Barry the Bear
stood on the river bank
watching eels swim downstream.
The eels are free in the depths
they do not fear.
Some die on impact
on the rocks in the shallows.
Somehow
the great luminous eels
continue on
singing their songs.
Very few eels
make it to the sea
no men do.
The eels glow like the moon
singing crazy songs.
Barry called it gibberish
as he stood on the bank
watching the waves
flecked with illumination.
The great white eels
were moving
with the slow slushy current.
Barry went back
to washing his Econoline van
thinking about a coupon he'd found
free cup of coffee with purchase.
Up on First Avenue and over
awaited the machine guns
a green limousine
reptiles with some very real emotions.
An early Summer morning
down by the river
a couple hits of loud
washing a gold van.
There's a Detroit song
on the radio
as Motown ushers in the sun.
Barry turned his hat brim down
buffing wax on the van.
The night air
was heavy and metallic
the sky was copper
as dawn broke.
Over on the camp fire
a soup of roast fish
rice and sugar cane.
Barry the Bear re-lit
the smoldering blunt
and called someone
in a nearby phone booth.
-Will Dockery

Sooner or later, karma is going to catch up to you, and Robert Frost's skeletal remains are going to rise from the grave, track you, hunt you then attack and murder you, video-game style.

Well, that was a pretty creative death fantasy, Dink.

:)

[m***@yahoo.com]

Post by Will Dockery

Post by m***@yahoo.com

Post by Will Dockery
Blood Skeleton
Barry the Bear
stood on the river bank
watching eels swim downstream.
The eels are free in the depths
they do not fear.
Some die on impact
on the rocks in the shallows.
Somehow
the great luminous eels
continue on
singing their songs.
Very few eels
make it to the sea
no men do.
The eels glow like the moon
singing crazy songs.
Barry called it gibberish
as he stood on the bank
watching the waves
flecked with illumination.
The great white eels
were moving
with the slow slushy current.
Barry went back
to washing his Econoline van
thinking about a coupon he'd found
free cup of coffee with purchase.
Up on First Avenue and over
awaited the machine guns
a green limousine
reptiles with some very real emotions.
An early Summer morning
down by the river
a couple hits of loud
washing a gold van.
There's a Detroit song
on the radio
as Motown ushers in the sun.
Barry turned his hat brim down
buffing wax on the van.
The night air
was heavy and metallic
the sky was copper
as dawn broke.
Over on the camp fire
a soup of roast fish
rice and sugar cane.
Barry the Bear re-lit
the smoldering blunt
and called someone
in a nearby phone booth.
-Will Dockery

Sooner or later, karma is going to catch up to you, and Robert Frost's skeletal remains are going to rise from the grave, track you, hunt you then attack and murder you, video-game style.

Well, that was a pretty creative death fantasy, Dink.
:)

Let's hope it becomes more than just a fantasy.

[Rocky]

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Post by Will Dockery

Post by m***@yahoo.com

Post by Will Dockery
Blood Skeleton
Barry the Bear
stood on the river bank
watching eels swim downstream.
The eels are free in the depths
they do not fear.
Some die on impact
on the rocks in the shallows.
Somehow
the great luminous eels
continue on
singing their songs.
Very few eels
make it to the sea
no men do.
The eels glow like the moon
singing crazy songs.
Barry called it gibberish
as he stood on the bank
watching the waves
flecked with illumination.
The great white eels
were moving
with the slow slushy current.
Barry went back
to washing his Econoline van
thinking about a coupon he'd found
free cup of coffee with purchase.
Up on First Avenue and over
awaited the machine guns
a green limousine
reptiles with some very real emotions.
An early Summer morning
down by the river
a couple hits of loud
washing a gold van.
There's a Detroit song
on the radio
as Motown ushers in the sun.
Barry turned his hat brim down
buffing wax on the van.
The night air
was heavy and metallic
the sky was copper
as dawn broke.
Over on the camp fire
a soup of roast fish
rice and sugar cane.
Barry the Bear re-lit
the smoldering blunt
and called someone
in a nearby phone booth.
-Will Dockery

Sooner or later, karma is going to catch up to you, and Robert Frost's skeletal remains are going to rise from the grave, track you, hunt you then attack and murder you, video-game style.

Well, that was a pretty creative death fantasy, Dink.
:)

Let's hope it becomes more than just a fantasy.

That day shall come for us all Dink..... even for you....

Watch out with your bad Karma....

[m***@yahoo.com]

Post by Rocky

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Post by m***@yahoo.com

Post by Will Dockery
Blood Skeleton

= snip the puke =

Post by Rocky

Post by m***@yahoo.com

Post by Will Dockery

Post by m***@yahoo.com

Post by Will Dockery
-Will Dockery

Sooner or later, karma is going to catch up to you, and Robert Frost's skeletal remains are going to rise from the grave, track you, hunt you then attack and murder you, video-game style.

Well, that was a pretty creative death fantasy, Dink.
:)

Let's hope it becomes more than just a fantasy.

That day shall come for us all Dink..... even for you....
Watch out with your bad Karma....

It'll come for you first, Zod. Hopefully through Covid or malaria.

[Rocky]

Post by m***@yahoo.com

Post by Rocky

Post by m***@yahoo.com

Post by Will Dockery

Post by m***@yahoo.com

Post by Will Dockery
Blood Skeleton

= snip the puke =

Post by Rocky

Post by m***@yahoo.com

Post by Will Dockery

Post by m***@yahoo.com

Post by Will Dockery
-Will Dockery

Sooner or later, karma is going to catch up to you, and Robert Frost's skeletal remains are going to rise from the grave, track you, hunt you then attack and murder you, video-game style.

Well, that was a pretty creative death fantasy, Dink.
:)

Let's hope it becomes more than just a fantasy.

That day shall come for us all Dink..... even for you....
Watch out with your bad Karma....

It'll come for you first, Zod. Hopefully through Covid or malaria.

That is not for you to know, malicious troll....

[Michael Pendragon]

Post by Rocky

Post by m***@yahoo.com

Post by Rocky

Post by m***@yahoo.com

Post by Will Dockery

Post by m***@yahoo.com

Post by Will Dockery
Blood Skeleton

= snip the puke =

Post by Rocky

Post by m***@yahoo.com

Post by Will Dockery

Post by m***@yahoo.com

Post by Will Dockery
-Will Dockery

Sooner or later, karma is going to catch up to you, and Robert Frost's skeletal remains are going to rise from the grave, track you, hunt you then attack and murder you, video-game style.

Well, that was a pretty creative death fantasy, Dink.
:)

Let's hope it becomes more than just a fantasy.

That day shall come for us all Dink..... even for you....
Watch out with your bad Karma....

It'll come for you first, Zod. Hopefully through Covid or malaria.

That is not for you to know, malicious troll....

I doubt that any of us here care how you go, Stink. The important thing is that you are gone.

[Will Dockery]

Post by Michael Pendragon

Post by Rocky

Post by m***@yahoo.com

Post by Rocky

Post by m***@yahoo.com

Post by Will Dockery

Post by m***@yahoo.com

Post by Will Dockery
Blood Skeleton

= snip the puke =

Post by Rocky

Post by m***@yahoo.com

Post by Will Dockery

Post by m***@yahoo.com

Post by Will Dockery
-Will Dockery

Sooner or later, karma is going to catch up to you, and Robert Frost's skeletal remains are going to rise from the grave, track you, hunt you then attack and murder you, video-game style.

Well, that was a pretty creative death fantasy, Dink.
:)

Let's hope it becomes more than just a fantasy.

That day shall come for us all Dink..... even for you....
Watch out with your bad Karma....

It'll come for you first, Zod. Hopefully through Covid or malaria.

That is not for you to know, malicious troll....

I doubt that any of us here care

Actually, your obsessive trolling just shows how much you really do care, Pendragon.

🙂

[Faraway Star]

Post by m***@yahoo.com

Post by Will Dockery
Blood Skeleton
Barry the Bear
stood on the river bank
watching eels swim downstream.
The eels are free in the depths
they do not fear.
Some die on impact
on the rocks in the shallows.
Somehow
the great luminous eels
continue on
singing their songs.
Very few eels
make it to the sea
no men do.
The eels glow like the moon
singing crazy songs.
Barry called it gibberish
as he stood on the bank
watching the waves
flecked with illumination.
The great white eels
were moving
with the slow slushy current.
Barry went back
to washing his Econoline van
thinking about a coupon he'd found
free cup of coffee with purchase.
Up on First Avenue and over
awaited the machine guns
a green limousine
reptiles with some very real emotions.
An early Summer morning
down by the river
a couple hits of loud
washing a gold van.
There's a Detroit song
on the radio
as Motown ushers in the sun.
Barry turned his hat brim down
buffing wax on the van.
The night air
was heavy and metallic
the sky was copper
as dawn broke.
Over on the camp fire
a soup of roast fish
rice and sugar cane.
Barry the Bear re-lit
the smoldering blunt
and called someone
in a nearby phone booth.
-Will Dockery

Geezus that made me sick. Like, corona-sick.
Sooner or later, karma is going to catch up to you, and Robert Frost's skeletal remains are going to rise from the grave, track you, hunt you then attack and murder you, video-game style.
That day is going to be glorious.

Hush, obsessed troll...!

[W.Dockery]

Post by Faraway Star

Post by m***@yahoo.com

Post by Will Dockery
Blood Skeleton
Barry the Bear
stood on the river bank
watching eels swim downstream.
The eels are free in the depths
they do not fear.
Some die on impact
on the rocks in the shallows.
Somehow
the great luminous eels
continue on
singing their songs.
Very few eels
make it to the sea
no men do.
The eels glow like the moon
singing crazy songs.
Barry called it gibberish
as he stood on the bank
watching the waves
flecked with illumination.
The great white eels
were moving
with the slow slushy current.
Barry went back
to washing his Econoline van
thinking about a coupon he'd found
free cup of coffee with purchase.
Up on First Avenue and over
awaited the machine guns
a green limousine
reptiles with some very real emotions.
An early Summer morning
down by the river
a couple hits of loud
washing a gold van.
There's a Detroit song
on the radio
as Motown ushers in the sun.
Barry turned his hat brim down
buffing wax on the van.
The night air
was heavy and metallic
the sky was copper
as dawn broke.
Over on the camp fire
a soup of roast fish
rice and sugar cane.
Barry the Bear re-lit
the smoldering blunt
and called someone
in a nearby phone booth.
-Will Dockery

Geezus that made me sick. Like, corona-sick.
Sooner or later, karma is going to catch up to you, and Robert Frost's skeletal remains are going to rise from the grave, track you, hunt you then attack and murder you, video-game style.
That day is going to be glorious.

Hush, obsessed troll...!

Wonder whatever happened to Dink?

😃

[General-Zod]

Post by W.Dockery

Post by Faraway Star

Post by m***@yahoo.com

Post by Will Dockery
Blood Skeleton
Barry the Bear
stood on the river bank
watching eels swim downstream.
The eels are free in the depths
they do not fear.
Some die on impact
on the rocks in the shallows.
Somehow
the great luminous eels
continue on
singing their songs.
Very few eels
make it to the sea
no men do.
The eels glow like the moon
singing crazy songs.
Barry called it gibberish
as he stood on the bank
watching the waves
flecked with illumination.
The great white eels
were moving
with the slow slushy current.
Barry went back
to washing his Econoline van
thinking about a coupon he'd found
free cup of coffee with purchase.
Up on First Avenue and over
awaited the machine guns
a green limousine
reptiles with some very real emotions.
An early Summer morning
down by the river
a couple hits of loud
washing a gold van.
There's a Detroit song
on the radio
as Motown ushers in the sun.
Barry turned his hat brim down
buffing wax on the van.
The night air
was heavy and metallic
the sky was copper
as dawn broke.
Over on the camp fire
a soup of roast fish
rice and sugar cane.
Barry the Bear re-lit
the smoldering blunt
and called someone
in a nearby phone booth.
-Will Dockery

Geezus that made me sick. Like, corona-sick.
Sooner or later, karma is going to catch up to you, and Robert Frost's skeletal remains are going to rise from the grave, track you, hunt you then attack and murder you, video-game style.
That day is going to be glorious.

Hush, obsessed troll...!

Wonder whatever happened to Dink?
😃

Does anyone really care...?

Ha ha.

[W.Dockery @news.novabbs.com (W.Dockery)]

Post by General-Zod

Post by W.Dockery

Post by Faraway Star

Post by m***@yahoo.com

Post by Will Dockery
Blood Skeleton
Barry the Bear
stood on the river bank
watching eels swim downstream.
The eels are free in the depths
they do not fear.
Some die on impact
on the rocks in the shallows.
Somehow
the great luminous eels
continue on
singing their songs.
Very few eels
make it to the sea
no men do.
The eels glow like the moon
singing crazy songs.
Barry called it gibberish
as he stood on the bank
watching the waves
flecked with illumination.
The great white eels
were moving
with the slow slushy current.
Barry went back
to washing his Econoline van
thinking about a coupon he'd found
free cup of coffee with purchase.
Up on First Avenue and over
awaited the machine guns
a green limousine
reptiles with some very real emotions.
An early Summer morning
down by the river
a couple hits of loud
washing a gold van.
There's a Detroit song
on the radio
as Motown ushers in the sun.
Barry turned his hat brim down
buffing wax on the van.
The night air
was heavy and metallic
the sky was copper
as dawn broke.
Over on the camp fire
a soup of roast fish
rice and sugar cane.
Barry the Bear re-lit
the smoldering blunt
and called someone
in a nearby phone booth.
-Will Dockery

Geezus that made me sick. Like, corona-sick.
Sooner or later, karma is going to catch up to you, and Robert Frost's skeletal remains are going to rise from the grave, track you, hunt you then attack and murder you, video-game style.
That day is going to be glorious.

Hush, obsessed troll...!

Wonder whatever happened to Dink?
😃

Does anyone really care...?
Ha ha.

Good point.

🙂

[General-Zod]

Post by W.Dockery @news.novabbs.com (W.Dockery)

Post by General-Zod

Post by W.Dockery

Post by Faraway Star

Post by m***@yahoo.com

Post by Will Dockery
Blood Skeleton
Barry the Bear
stood on the river bank
watching eels swim downstream.
The eels are free in the depths
they do not fear.
Some die on impact
on the rocks in the shallows.
Somehow
the great luminous eels
continue on
singing their songs.
Very few eels
make it to the sea
no men do.
The eels glow like the moon
singing crazy songs.
Barry called it gibberish
as he stood on the bank
watching the waves
flecked with illumination.
The great white eels
were moving
with the slow slushy current.
Barry went back
to washing his Econoline van
thinking about a coupon he'd found
free cup of coffee with purchase.
Up on First Avenue and over
awaited the machine guns
a green limousine
reptiles with some very real emotions.
An early Summer morning
down by the river
a couple hits of loud
washing a gold van.
There's a Detroit song
on the radio
as Motown ushers in the sun.
Barry turned his hat brim down
buffing wax on the van.
The night air
was heavy and metallic
the sky was copper
as dawn broke.
Over on the camp fire
a soup of roast fish
rice and sugar cane.
Barry the Bear re-lit
the smoldering blunt
and called someone
in a nearby phone booth.
-Will Dockery

Geezus that made me sick. Like, corona-sick.
Sooner or later, karma is going to catch up to you, and Robert Frost's skeletal remains are going to rise from the grave, track you, hunt you then attack and murder you, video-game style.
That day is going to be glorious.

Hush, obsessed troll...!

Wonder whatever happened to Dink?
😃

Does anyone really care...?
Ha ha.

Good point.
🙂

Yo


Good to see Peter is doing well...!

[Peter J Ross]

Post by General-Zod
Good to see Peter is doing well...!

What evidence do you have, Plod, that my doctors haven't given me six
weeks to live?

If I had only six weeks to live, I might spend the time smacking morons
on Usenet, because it's good fun and requires little effort.

Why do you smackable morons constantly speculate about your betters'
lives?

[General-Zod]

Post by Peter J Ross

Post by General-Zod
Good to see Peter is doing well...!

What evidence do you have, Plod, that my doctors haven't given me six
weeks to live?

Many of us had already suspected you'd passed away.

So I am pleased, and welcome back to the poetry newsgroup, Peter.

Yo!

[W.Dockery @news.novabbs.com (W.Dockery)]

Post by General-Zod

Post by Peter J Ross

Post by General-Zod
Good to see Peter is doing well...!

What evidence do you have, Plod, that my doctors haven't given me six
weeks to live?

Many of us had already suspected you'd passed away.
So I am pleased, and welcome back to the poetry newsgroup, Peter.
Yo!

Yes, a bit more lively here with PJR back on the troll scene.

🙂

[General-Zod]

Post by W.Dockery @news.novabbs.com (W.Dockery)

Post by General-Zod

Post by Peter J Ross

Post by General-Zod
Good to see Peter is doing well...!

What evidence do you have, Plod, that my doctors haven't given me six
weeks to live?

Many of us had already suspected you'd passed away.
So I am pleased, and welcome back to the poetry newsgroup, Peter.
Yo!

Yes, a bit more lively here with PJR back on the troll scene.

I daresay I did miss the old relic... ha ha.

[Peter J Ross]

Post by General-Zod
poetry newsgroup

No such thing exists.

But in a few weeks' time, who knows?

Tick tock tick tock tick tock....

[W.Dockery]

Post by Peter J Ross

Post by General-Zod
poetry newsgroup

No such thing exists.
But in a few weeks' time, who knows?
Tick tock tick tock tick tock....

Should be interesting, agreed.

🙂

[Ash Wurthing]

Post by Peter J Ross

Post by General-Zod
Good to see Peter is doing well...!

What evidence do you have, Plod, that my doctors haven't given me six
weeks to live?
If I had only six weeks to live, I might spend the time smacking morons
on Usenet, because it's good fun and requires little effort.
Why do you smackable morons constantly speculate about your betters'
lives?
--
PJR :-)

Wow! Is that you, ghost of conflicts past?

[Faraway Star]

Post by Peter J Ross

Post by General-Zod
Good to see Peter is doing well...!

What evidence do you have, Plod, that my doctors haven't given me six
weeks to live?
If I had only six weeks to live, I might spend the time smacking morons
on Usenet, because it's good fun and requires little effort.
Why do you smackable morons constantly speculate about your betters'
lives?
--
PJR :-)

Wow! Is that you, ghost of conflicts past?

Ha ha... good ole Peter is back...!

Ha ha.

[Family Guy]

Post by Peter J Ross

Post by General-Zod
Good to see Peter is doing well...!

What evidence do you have, Plod, that my doctors haven't given me six
weeks to live?

don't tease us like that you little shit.

[rachel]

Post by Family Guy

Post by Peter J Ross

Post by General-Zod
Good to see Peter is doing well...!

What evidence do you have, Plod, that my doctors haven't given me six
weeks to live?

don't tease us like that you little shit.

oh, i finally get it...you want him to die in some kind of imagined terminal cellular combustion explosion divined from watching and reading too much science fiction entertainment, and perhaps some experimental ventures into foreign substances, as well.

do you think it's even remotely possible that you really aren't such a hateful and bitter man, with the emotional age of 2, , but rather that you are perpetually projecting your genetically spawned survivor's guilt onto others?

[W.Dockery]

Post by rachel

Post by Family Guy

Post by Peter J Ross

Post by General-Zod
Good to see Peter is doing well...!

What evidence do you have, Plod, that my doctors haven't given me six
weeks to live?

don't tease us like that you little shit.

oh, i finally get it...you want him to die in some kind of imagined terminal cellular combustion explosion divined from watching and reading too much science fiction entertainment, and perhaps some experimental ventures into foreign substances, as well.
do you think it's even remotely possible that you really aren't such a hateful and bitter man, with the emotional age of 2, , but rather that you are perpetually projecting your genetically spawned survivor's guilt onto others?

Yes, a "death fantasy."

😃

[Zod]

Quite good on second read......

[i***@gmail.com]

Post by Will Dockery
Blood Skeleton
Barry the Bear
stood on the river bank
watching eels swim downstream.
The eels are free in the depths
they do not fear.
Some die on impact
on the rocks in the shallows.
Somehow
the great luminous eels
continue on
singing their songs.
Very few eels
make it to the sea
no men do.
The eels glow like the moon
singing crazy songs.
Barry called it gibberish
as he stood on the bank
watching the waves
flecked with illumination.
The great white eels
were moving
with the slow slushy current.
Barry went back
to washing his Econoline van
thinking about a coupon he'd found
free cup of coffee with purchase.
Up on First Avenue and over
awaited the machine guns
a green limousine
reptiles with some very real emotions.
An early Summer morning
down by the river
a couple hits of loud
washing a gold van.
There's a Detroit song
on the radio
as Motown ushers in the sun.
Barry turned his hat brim down
buffing wax on the van.
The night air
was heavy and metallic
the sky was copper
as dawn broke.
Over on the camp fire
a soup of roast fish
rice and sugar cane.
Barry the Bear re-lit
the smoldering blunt
and called someone
in a nearby phone booth.
-Will Dockery

Excellent once again.

[Will Dockery]

Post by i***@gmail.com

Post by Will Dockery
Blood Skeleton
Barry the Bear
stood on the river bank
watching eels swim downstream.
The eels are free in the depths
they do not fear.
Some die on impact
on the rocks in the shallows.
Somehow
the great luminous eels
continue on
singing their songs.
Very few eels
make it to the sea
no men do.
The eels glow like the moon
singing crazy songs.
Barry called it gibberish
as he stood on the bank
watching the waves
flecked with illumination.
The great white eels
were moving
with the slow slushy current.
Barry went back
to washing his Econoline van
thinking about a coupon he'd found
free cup of coffee with purchase.
Up on First Avenue and over
awaited the machine guns
a green limousine
reptiles with some very real emotions.
An early Summer morning
down by the river
a couple hits of loud
washing a gold van.
There's a Detroit song
on the radio
as Motown ushers in the sun.
Barry turned his hat brim down
buffing wax on the van.
The night air
was heavy and metallic
the sky was copper
as dawn broke.
Over on the camp fire
a soup of roast fish
rice and sugar cane.
Barry the Bear re-lit
the smoldering blunt
and called someone
in a nearby phone booth.
-Will Dockery

Excellent once again.

Thank you for reading and commenting, Ilya.

;)

[Zod]

Post by i***@gmail.com

Post by Will Dockery
Blood Skeleton
Barry the Bear
stood on the river bank
watching eels swim downstream.
The eels are free in the depths
they do not fear.
Some die on impact
on the rocks in the shallows.
Somehow
the great luminous eels
continue on
singing their songs.
Very few eels
make it to the sea
no men do.
The eels glow like the moon
singing crazy songs.
Barry called it gibberish
as he stood on the bank
watching the waves
flecked with illumination.
The great white eels
were moving
with the slow slushy current.
Barry went back
to washing his Econoline van
thinking about a coupon he'd found
free cup of coffee with purchase.
Up on First Avenue and over
awaited the machine guns
a green limousine
reptiles with some very real emotions.
An early Summer morning
down by the river
a couple hits of loud
washing a gold van.
There's a Detroit song
on the radio
as Motown ushers in the sun.
Barry turned his hat brim down
buffing wax on the van.
The night air
was heavy and metallic
the sky was copper
as dawn broke.
Over on the camp fire
a soup of roast fish
rice and sugar cane.
Barry the Bear re-lit
the smoldering blunt
and called someone
in a nearby phone booth.
-Will Dockery

Excellent once again.

Agreed and seconded.....

[Zod]

Is "Barry" meant to signify Dental River, and this poem intended as a satire on his generally impenetrable works?

Barry is apparently a taking, van driving bear in a surreal cartoon universe, not difficult to understand at all..!

[Dental River]

Is "Barry" meant to signify Dental River, and this poem intended as a satire on his generally impenetrable works?

Barry is apparently a talking, van driving bear in a surreal cartoon universe, not difficult to understand at all..!

How can that be called satire without even changing the particulars?

[Zod]

Post by Dental River

Is "Barry" meant to signify Dental River, and this poem intended as a satire on his generally impenetrable works?

Barry is apparently a talking, van driving bear in a surreal cartoon universe, not difficult to understand at all..!

How can that be called satire without even changing the particulars?

I do not know, but Pendragon is so clueless about your poem that he is begging me to explain it to him,,,']


Ha ha ha.....

[Michael Pendragon]

Post by Dental River

Is "Barry" meant to signify Dental River, and this poem intended as a satire on his generally impenetrable works?

Barry is apparently a talking, van driving bear in a surreal cartoon universe, not difficult to understand at all..!

How can that be called satire without even changing the particulars?

It isn't good enough to be considered an imitation.

[Will Dockery]

Post by Michael Pendragon

Post by Dental River

Is "Barry" meant to signify Dental River, and this poem intended as a satire on his generally impenetrable works?

Barry is apparently a talking, van driving bear in a surreal cartoon universe, not difficult to understand at all..!

How can that be called satire without even changing the particulars?

It isn't good enough to be considered an imitation.

The title is way too obscure, and I probably should have just named it "Barry The Bear". In the re-write, I think I will call the poem that.

In the first version, I had Barry using a cell phone, but it was pointed out to me that cell phones didn't exist as we know them in 1981, so I changed it to a pay phone.

So, yes, Barry would have to drive or walk to some location where there was a phone booth or other pay phone service.

Good suggestions, Pendragon, thanks.

;)

[Zod]

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Michael Pendragon

Post by Dental River

Is "Barry" meant to signify Dental River, and this poem intended as a satire on his generally impenetrable works?

Barry is apparently a talking, van driving bear in a surreal cartoon universe, not difficult to understand at all..!

How can that be called satire without even changing the particulars?

It isn't good enough to be considered an imitation.

The title is way too obscure, and I probably should have just named it "Barry The Bear". In the re-write, I think I will call the poem that.
In the first version, I had Barry using a cell phone, but it was pointed out to me that cell phones didn't exist as we know them in 1981, so I changed it to a pay phone.
So, yes, Barry would have to drive or walk to some location where there was a phone booth or other pay phone service.
Good suggestions, Pendragon, thanks.
;)

Well put...

[Zod]

Post by Will Dockery
The title is way too obscure, and I probably should have just named it "Barry The Bear". In the re-write, I think I will call the poem that.
In the first version, I had Barry using a cell phone, but it was pointed out to me that cell phones didn't exist as we know them in 1981, so I changed it to a pay phone.
So, yes, Barry would have to drive or walk to some location where there was a phone booth or other pay phone service.

"Barry The Bear" is a better title...

[Michael Pendragon]

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Michael Pendragon

Post by Dental River

Is "Barry" meant to signify Dental River, and this poem intended as a satire on his generally impenetrable works?

Barry is apparently a talking, van driving bear in a surreal cartoon universe, not difficult to understand at all..!

How can that be called satire without even changing the particulars?

It isn't good enough to be considered an imitation.

The title is way too obscure, and I probably should have just named it "Barry The Bear". In the re-write, I think I will call the poem that.
In the first version, I had Barry using a cell phone, but it was pointed out to me that cell phones didn't exist as we know them in 1981, so I changed it to a pay phone.

Your poem gives no indication that it's set in 1981.

If it's a fantasy piece about an anthropomorphic bear, human timelines wouldn't matter. IOW: The number of bears driving vans and using pay phones in the 1980s was no different than the number of bears driving vans and using phones in 2020.

Post by Will Dockery
So, yes, Barry would have to drive or walk to some location where there was a phone booth or other pay phone service.
Good suggestions, Pendragon, thanks.

Suggestion 1: Decide if it's a fantasy poem or not. If there's no reason for the protagonist to be an anthropomorphic bear, don't make him one.

Suggestion 2: Decide whether the eels have any direct bearing on the narrative. If so, you need to make their significance clear. If not, cut their time down from several strophes to a single mention.

Suggestion 3: Explain what the green limousine and the apparent hit is about, and how it relates to Barry -- and how Barry's call affects its outcome.

If you're working in fantasy, you need to make the non-fantasy elements as clear and believable as possible. We are able to accept the premise of Yogi bear because a) we have become accustomed to accepting anthropomorphic animals in cartoons, and b) because his quest to steal picnic baskets reflects what real bears in real national parks do.

An anthropomorphic bear staring at eels for several strophes is just plain weird. The unexplained car full of Mafia reptiles is even weirder. The fact that neither element makes any sense in terms of a narrative, makes the entire poem bizarre -- in the worst possible way.

[Will Dockery]

Post by Michael Pendragon

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Michael Pendragon

Post by Dental River

Is "Barry" meant to signify Dental River, and this poem intended as a satire on his generally impenetrable works?

Barry is apparently a talking, van driving bear in a surreal cartoon universe, not difficult to understand at all..!

How can that be called satire without even changing the particulars?

It isn't good enough to be considered an imitation.

The title is way too obscure, and I probably should have just named it "Barry The Bear". In the re-write, I think I will call the poem that.
In the first version, I had Barry using a cell phone, but it was pointed out to me that cell phones didn't exist as we know them in 1981, so I changed it to a pay phone.

Your poem gives no indication that it's set in 1981.
If it's a fantasy piece about an anthropomorphic bear, human timelines wouldn't matter. IOW: The number of bears driving vans and using pay phones in the 1980s was no different than the number of bears driving vans and using phones in 2020.

Post by Will Dockery
So, yes, Barry would have to drive or walk to some location where there was a phone booth or other pay phone service.
Good suggestions, Pendragon, thanks.

Suggestion 1: Decide if it's a fantasy poem or not. If there's no reason for the protagonist to be an anthropomorphic bear, don't make him one.
Suggestion 2: Decide whether the eels have any direct bearing on the narrative. If so, you need to make their significance clear. If not, cut their time down from several strophes to a single mention.
Suggestion 3: Explain what the green limousine and the apparent hit is about, and how it relates to Barry -- and how Barry's call affects its outcome.
If you're working in fantasy, you need to make the non-fantasy elements as clear and believable as possible. We are able to accept the premise of Yogi bear because a) we have become accustomed to accepting anthropomorphic animals in cartoons, and b) because his quest to steal picnic baskets reflects what real bears in real national parks do.
An anthropomorphic bear staring at eels for several strophes is just plain weird. The unexplained car full of Mafia reptiles is even weirder. The fact that neither element makes any sense in terms of a narrative, makes the entire poem bizarre -- in the worst possible way.

I haven't decided what to do with this poem, except to change the name to "Barry the Bear" eventually.

[Zod]

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Michael Pendragon

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Michael Pendragon

Post by Dental River

Is "Barry" meant to signify Dental River, and this poem intended as a satire on his generally impenetrable works?

Barry is apparently a talking, van driving bear in a surreal cartoon universe, not difficult to understand at all..!

How can that be called satire without even changing the particulars?

It isn't good enough to be considered an imitation.

The title is way too obscure, and I probably should have just named it "Barry The Bear". In the re-write, I think I will call the poem that.
In the first version, I had Barry using a cell phone, but it was pointed out to me that cell phones didn't exist as we know them in 1981, so I changed it to a pay phone.

Your poem gives no indication that it's set in 1981.
If it's a fantasy piece about an anthropomorphic bear, human timelines wouldn't matter. IOW: The number of bears driving vans and using pay phones in the 1980s was no different than the number of bears driving vans and using phones in 2020.

Post by Will Dockery
So, yes, Barry would have to drive or walk to some location where there was a phone booth or other pay phone service.
Good suggestions, Pendragon, thanks.

Suggestion 1: Decide if it's a fantasy poem or not. If there's no reason for the protagonist to be an anthropomorphic bear, don't make him one.
Suggestion 2: Decide whether the eels have any direct bearing on the narrative. If so, you need to make their significance clear. If not, cut their time down from several strophes to a single mention.
Suggestion 3: Explain what the green limousine and the apparent hit is about, and how it relates to Barry -- and how Barry's call affects its outcome.
If you're working in fantasy, you need to make the non-fantasy elements as clear and believable as possible. We are able to accept the premise of Yogi bear because a) we have become accustomed to accepting anthropomorphic animals in cartoons, and b) because his quest to steal picnic baskets reflects what real bears in real national parks do.
An anthropomorphic bear staring at eels for several strophes is just plain weird. The unexplained car full of Mafia reptiles is even weirder. The fact that neither element makes any sense in terms of a narrative, makes the entire poem bizarre -- in the worst possible way.

I haven't decided what to do with this poem, except to change the name to "Barry the Bear" eventually.

Is it considered a part of the continuity...?

[Will Dockery]

Post by Michael Pendragon

Post by Will Dockery

Barry is apparently a talking, van driving bear in a surreal cartoon universe, not difficult to understand at all..!

The title is way too obscure, and I probably should have just named it "Barry The Bear". In the re-write, I think I will call the poem that.
In the first version, I had Barry using a cell phone, but it was pointed out to me that cell phones didn't exist as we know them in 1981, so I changed it to a pay phone.

Your poem gives no indication that it's set in 1981.

Wow, I see that after the first post in the S.S. the date "July 1981" was left off. I'll add that date back in future re-posts.

https://groups.google.com/d/msg/alt.arts.poetry.comments/pDwlQpVS5SA/1LsfbbmqBQAJ

Post by Michael Pendragon
Blood Skeleton
Barry the Bear
stood on the river bank
watching eels swim downstream.
The eels are free in the depths
they do not fear.
Some die on impact
on the rocks in the shallows.
Somehow
the great luminous eels
continue on
singing their songs.
Very few eels
make it to the sea
no men do.
The eels glow like the moon
singing crazy songs.
Barry called it gibberish
as he stood on the bank
watching the waves
flecked with illumination.
The great white eels
were moving
with the slow slushy current.
Barry went back
to washing his Econoline van
thinking about a coupon he'd found
free cup of coffee with purchase.
Up on First Avenue and over
awaited the machine guns
a green limousine
men with some very real emotions.
An early Summer morning
down by the river
a couple hits of loud
washing a gold van.
There's a Detroit song
on the radio
as Motown ushers in the sun.
Barry turned his hat brim down
buffing wax on the van.
The night air
was heavy and metallic
the sky was copper
as dawn broke.
Over on the camp fire
a soup of roast fish
rice and sugar cane.
Barry the Bear re-lit
the smoldering blunt
and called someone
on his mobile gizmo.
-Will Dockery / July 1981

https://groups.google.com/d/msg/alt.arts.poetry.comments/pDwlQpVS5SA/1LsfbbmqBQAJ

=================================

[Heathcliff]

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Michael Pendragon

Post by Will Dockery

Barry is apparently a talking, van driving bear in a surreal cartoon universe, not difficult to understand at all..!

The title is way too obscure, and I probably should have just named it "Barry The Bear". In the re-write, I think I will call the poem that.
In the first version, I had Barry using a cell phone, but it was pointed out to me that cell phones didn't exist as we know them in 1981, so I changed it to a pay phone.

Your poem gives no indication that it's set in 1981.

Wow, I see that after the first post in the S.S. the date "July 1981" was left off. I'll add that date back in future re-posts.
https://groups.google.com/d/msg/alt.arts.poetry.comments/pDwlQpVS5SA/1LsfbbmqBQAJ

Post by Michael Pendragon
Blood Skeleton
Barry the Bear
stood on the river bank
watching eels swim downstream.
The eels are free in the depths
they do not fear.
Some die on impact
on the rocks in the shallows.
Somehow
the great luminous eels
continue on
singing their songs.
Very few eels
make it to the sea
no men do.
The eels glow like the moon
singing crazy songs.
Barry called it gibberish
as he stood on the bank
watching the waves
flecked with illumination.
The great white eels
were moving
with the slow slushy current.
Barry went back
to washing his Econoline van
thinking about a coupon he'd found
free cup of coffee with purchase.
Up on First Avenue and over
awaited the machine guns
a green limousine
men with some very real emotions.
An early Summer morning
down by the river
a couple hits of loud
washing a gold van.
There's a Detroit song
on the radio
as Motown ushers in the sun.
Barry turned his hat brim down
buffing wax on the van.
The night air
was heavy and metallic
the sky was copper
as dawn broke.
Over on the camp fire
a soup of roast fish
rice and sugar cane.
Barry the Bear re-lit
the smoldering blunt
and called someone
on his mobile gizmo.
-Will Dockery / July 1981

https://groups.google.com/d/msg/alt.arts.poetry.comments/pDwlQpVS5SA/1LsfbbmqBQAJ
=================================

You nailed it Doc....

[Will Dockery]

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Michael Pendragon

Post by Will Dockery

Barry is apparently a talking, van driving bear in a surreal cartoon universe, not difficult to understand at all..!

The title is way too obscure, and I probably should have just named it "Barry The Bear". In the re-write, I think I will call the poem that.
In the first version, I had Barry using a cell phone, but it was pointed out to me that cell phones didn't exist as we know them in 1981, so I changed it to a pay phone.

Your poem gives no indication that it's set in 1981.

Wow, I see that after the first post in the S.S. the date "July 1981" was left off. I'll add that date back in future re-posts.
https://groups.google.com/d/msg/alt.arts.poetry.comments/pDwlQpVS5SA/1LsfbbmqBQAJ

Post by Michael Pendragon
Blood Skeleton
Barry the Bear
stood on the river bank
watching eels swim downstream.
The eels are free in the depths
they do not fear.
Some die on impact
on the rocks in the shallows.
Somehow
the great luminous eels
continue on
singing their songs.
Very few eels
make it to the sea
no men do.
The eels glow like the moon
singing crazy songs.
Barry called it gibberish
as he stood on the bank
watching the waves
flecked with illumination.
The great white eels
were moving
with the slow slushy current.
Barry went back
to washing his Econoline van
thinking about a coupon he'd found
free cup of coffee with purchase.
Up on First Avenue and over
awaited the machine guns
a green limousine
men with some very real emotions.
An early Summer morning
down by the river
a couple hits of loud
washing a gold van.
There's a Detroit song
on the radio
as Motown ushers in the sun.
Barry turned his hat brim down
buffing wax on the van.
The night air
was heavy and metallic
the sky was copper
as dawn broke.
Over on the camp fire
a soup of roast fish
rice and sugar cane.
Barry the Bear re-lit
the smoldering blunt
and called someone
on his mobile gizmo.
-Will Dockery / July 1981

https://groups.google.com/d/msg/alt.arts.poetry.comments/pDwlQpVS5SA/1LsfbbmqBQAJ
=================================

Did you miss this post, Pendragon?

[m***@yahoo.com]

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Michael Pendragon

Post by Will Dockery

Barry is apparently a talking, van driving bear in a surreal cartoon universe, not difficult to understand at all..!

The title is way too obscure, and I probably should have just named it "Barry The Bear". In the re-write, I think I will call the poem that.
In the first version, I had Barry using a cell phone, but it was pointed out to me that cell phones didn't exist as we know them in 1981, so I changed it to a pay phone.

Your poem gives no indication that it's set in 1981.

Wow, I see that after the first post in the S.S. the date "July 1981" was left off. I'll add that date back in future re-posts.
https://groups.google.com/d/msg/alt.arts.poetry.comments/pDwlQpVS5SA/1LsfbbmqBQAJ

Post by Michael Pendragon
Blood Skeleton
Barry the Bear
stood on the river bank
watching eels swim downstream.
The eels are free in the depths
they do not fear.
Some die on impact
on the rocks in the shallows.
Somehow
the great luminous eels
continue on
singing their songs.
Very few eels
make it to the sea
no men do.
The eels glow like the moon
singing crazy songs.
Barry called it gibberish
as he stood on the bank
watching the waves
flecked with illumination.
The great white eels
were moving
with the slow slushy current.
Barry went back
to washing his Econoline van
thinking about a coupon he'd found
free cup of coffee with purchase.
Up on First Avenue and over
awaited the machine guns
a green limousine
men with some very real emotions.
An early Summer morning
down by the river
a couple hits of loud
washing a gold van.
There's a Detroit song
on the radio
as Motown ushers in the sun.
Barry turned his hat brim down
buffing wax on the van.
The night air
was heavy and metallic
the sky was copper
as dawn broke.
Over on the camp fire
a soup of roast fish
rice and sugar cane.
Barry the Bear re-lit
the smoldering blunt
and called someone
on his mobile gizmo.
-Will Dockery / July 1981

https://groups.google.com/d/msg/alt.arts.poetry.comments/pDwlQpVS5SA/1LsfbbmqBQAJ
=================================

Did you miss this post, Pendragon?

Did you molest your ego again, Dockery?

[Will Dockery]

Post by m***@yahoo.com

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Michael Pendragon

Post by Will Dockery

Barry is apparently a talking, van driving bear in a surreal cartoon universe, not difficult to understand at all..!

The title is way too obscure, and I probably should have just named it "Barry The Bear". In the re-write, I think I will call the poem that.
In the first version, I had Barry using a cell phone, but it was pointed out to me that cell phones didn't exist as we know them in 1981, so I changed it to a pay phone.

Your poem gives no indication that it's set in 1981.

Wow, I see that after the first post in the S.S. the date "July 1981" was left off. I'll add that date back in future re-posts.
https://groups.google.com/d/msg/alt.arts.poetry.comments/pDwlQpVS5SA/1LsfbbmqBQAJ

Post by Michael Pendragon
Blood Skeleton
Barry the Bear
stood on the river bank
watching eels swim downstream.
The eels are free in the depths
they do not fear.
Some die on impact
on the rocks in the shallows.
Somehow
the great luminous eels
continue on
singing their songs.
Very few eels
make it to the sea
no men do.
The eels glow like the moon
singing crazy songs.
Barry called it gibberish
as he stood on the bank
watching the waves
flecked with illumination.
The great white eels
were moving
with the slow slushy current.
Barry went back
to washing his Econoline van
thinking about a coupon he'd found
free cup of coffee with purchase.
Up on First Avenue and over
awaited the machine guns
a green limousine
men with some very real emotions.
An early Summer morning
down by the river
a couple hits of loud
washing a gold van.
There's a Detroit song
on the radio
as Motown ushers in the sun.
Barry turned his hat brim down
buffing wax on the van.
The night air
was heavy and metallic
the sky was copper
as dawn broke.
Over on the camp fire
a soup of roast fish
rice and sugar cane.
Barry the Bear re-lit
the smoldering blunt
and called someone
on his mobile gizmo.
-Will Dockery / July 1981

https://groups.google.com/d/msg/alt.arts.poetry.comments/pDwlQpVS5SA/1LsfbbmqBQAJ
=================================

Did you miss this post, Pendragon?

Did you molest your ego again, Dockery?

Just tugged on it a little to make sure it still work right.

;)

[Zod]

Post by Will Dockery

Post by m***@yahoo.com

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Michael Pendragon

Post by Will Dockery

Barry is apparently a talking, van driving bear in a surreal cartoon universe, not difficult to understand at all..!

The title is way too obscure, and I probably should have just named it "Barry The Bear". In the re-write, I think I will call the poem that.
In the first version, I had Barry using a cell phone, but it was pointed out to me that cell phones didn't exist as we know them in 1981, so I changed it to a pay phone.

Your poem gives no indication that it's set in 1981.

Wow, I see that after the first post in the S.S. the date "July 1981" was left off. I'll add that date back in future re-posts.
https://groups.google.com/d/msg/alt.arts.poetry.comments/pDwlQpVS5SA/1LsfbbmqBQAJ

Post by Michael Pendragon
Blood Skeleton
Barry the Bear
stood on the river bank
watching eels swim downstream.
The eels are free in the depths
they do not fear.
Some die on impact
on the rocks in the shallows.
Somehow
the great luminous eels
continue on
singing their songs.
Very few eels
make it to the sea
no men do.
The eels glow like the moon
singing crazy songs.
Barry called it gibberish
as he stood on the bank
watching the waves
flecked with illumination.
The great white eels
were moving
with the slow slushy current.
Barry went back
to washing his Econoline van
thinking about a coupon he'd found
free cup of coffee with purchase.
Up on First Avenue and over
awaited the machine guns
a green limousine
men with some very real emotions.
An early Summer morning
down by the river
a couple hits of loud
washing a gold van.
There's a Detroit song
on the radio
as Motown ushers in the sun.
Barry turned his hat brim down
buffing wax on the van.
The night air
was heavy and metallic
the sky was copper
as dawn broke.
Over on the camp fire
a soup of roast fish
rice and sugar cane.
Barry the Bear re-lit
the smoldering blunt
and called someone
on his mobile gizmo.
-Will Dockery / July 1981

https://groups.google.com/d/msg/alt.arts.poetry.comments/pDwlQpVS5SA/1LsfbbmqBQAJ
=================================

Did you miss this post, Pendragon?

Did you molest your ego again, Dockery?

Just tugged on it a little to make sure it still work right.
;)

Ha ha ha....

[Van (Van Couver)]

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Michael Pendragon

Post by Will Dockery

Barry is apparently a talking, van driving bear in a surreal cartoon universe, not difficult to understand at all..!

The title is way too obscure, and I probably should have just named it "Barry The Bear". In the re-write, I think I will call the poem that.
In the first version, I had Barry using a cell phone, but it was pointed out to me that cell phones didn't exist as we know them in 1981, so I changed it to a pay phone.

Your poem gives no indication that it's set in 1981.

Wow, I see that after the first post in the S.S. the date "July 1981" was left off. I'll add that date back in future re-posts.
https://groups.google.com/d/msg/alt.arts.poetry.comments/pDwlQpVS5SA/1LsfbbmqBQAJ

Post by Michael Pendragon
Blood Skeleton
Barry the Bear
stood on the river bank
watching eels swim downstream.
The eels are free in the depths
they do not fear.
Some die on impact
on the rocks in the shallows.
Somehow
the great luminous eels
continue on
singing their songs.
Very few eels
make it to the sea
no men do.
The eels glow like the moon
singing crazy songs.
Barry called it gibberish
as he stood on the bank
watching the waves
flecked with illumination.
The great white eels
were moving
with the slow slushy current.
Barry went back
to washing his Econoline van
thinking about a coupon he'd found
free cup of coffee with purchase.
Up on First Avenue and over
awaited the machine guns
a green limousine
men with some very real emotions.
An early Summer morning
down by the river
a couple hits of loud
washing a gold van.
There's a Detroit song
on the radio
as Motown ushers in the sun.
Barry turned his hat brim down
buffing wax on the van.
The night air
was heavy and metallic
the sky was copper
as dawn broke.
Over on the camp fire
a soup of roast fish
rice and sugar cane.
Barry the Bear re-lit
the smoldering blunt
and called someone
on his mobile gizmo.
-Will Dockery / July 1981

https://groups.google.com/d/msg/alt.arts.poetry.comments/pDwlQpVS5SA/1LsfbbmqBQAJ
=================================

Did you miss this post, Pendragon?

Apparently he did....

Pen is not as swift as he fancies himself to be....

[Zod]

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Michael Pendragon

Post by Dental River

Is "Barry" meant to signify Dental River, and this poem intended as a satire on his generally impenetrable works?

Barry is apparently a talking, van driving bear in a surreal cartoon universe, not difficult to understand at all..!

How can that be called satire without even changing the particulars?

It isn't good enough to be considered an imitation.

The title is way too obscure, and I probably should have just named it "Barry The Bear". In the re-write, I think I will call the poem that.
In the first version, I had Barry using a cell phone, but it was pointed out to me that cell phones didn't exist as we know them in 1981, so I changed it to a pay phone.
So, yes, Barry would have to drive or walk to some location where there was a phone booth or other pay phone service.
Good suggestions, Pendragon, thanks.
;)

Interesting back story...

[Zod]

Post by Dental River

Is "Barry" meant to signify Dental River, and this poem intended as a satire on his generally impenetrable works?

Barry is apparently a talking, van driving bear in a surreal cartoon universe, not difficult to understand at all..!

How can that be called satire without even changing the particulars?

It isn't xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxx

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Your understanding of modern poetry is too minimal fr you to make that call, Voodoo Boy...

[Will Dockery]

Post by Michael Pendragon

Post by Dental River

Is "Barry" meant to signify Dental River, and this poem intended as a satire on his generally impenetrable works?

Barry is apparently a talking, van driving bear in a surreal cartoon universe, not difficult to understand at all..!

How can that be called satire without even changing the particulars?

It isn't good enough to be considered an imitation.

Plus, having been written in July 1981 it predates Dental River's poem by almost 40 years.

[Michael Pendragon]

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Michael Pendragon

Post by Dental River

Is "Barry" meant to signify Dental River, and this poem intended as a satire on his generally impenetrable works?

Barry is apparently a talking, van driving bear in a surreal cartoon universe, not difficult to understand at all..!

How can that be called satire without even changing the particulars?

It isn't good enough to be considered an imitation.

Plus, having been written in July 1981 it predates Dental River's poem by almost 40 years.

So, it turns out that this was yet another of those "new" poems that you'd written for the Sampler.

[Zod]

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Michael Pendragon

Post by Dental River

Is "Barry" meant to signify Dental River, and this poem intended as a satire on his generally impenetrable works?

Barry is apparently a talking, van driving bear in a surreal cartoon universe, not difficult to understand at all..!

How can that be called satire without even changing the particulars?

It isn't good enough to be considered an imitation.

Plus, having been written in July 1981 it predates Dental River's poem by almost 40 years.

Exactly.....

[Van (Van Couver)]

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Michael Pendragon

Post by Dental River

Is "Barry" meant to signify Dental River, and this poem intended as a satire on his generally impenetrable works?

Barry is apparently a talking, van driving bear in a surreal cartoon universe, not difficult to understand at all..!

How can that be called satire without even changing the particulars?

It isn't good enough to be considered an imitation.

Plus, having been written in July 1981 it predates Dental River's poem by almost 40 years.

Exactly....

[Zod]

Barry is apparently a talking, van driving bear in a surreal cartoon universe, not difficult to understand at all..!

How can that be called satire xxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxx

It isn't.....

[Zod]

Post by ME

Post by Zod

Post by philo
<snip>

Post by Will Dockery

Post by philo
Good one.
Wish I had to time to read all poems posted here

Thanks for having a read, Philo, and right now I much prefer seeing your vast amount of poetry archived here... you will have time to sit back and read at some point, I expect.
;)

Right now I'm converting to editable text, my 1985-2000 archives.
Taking the best out of those 5000 pages.
Doing only minor edits.
Once done with that...next year , hopefully , will take the best of that
and edit for publication.
As with my previous publications, will contain photos as well.
This one will be geared bit more towards text however.

Sounds quite epic in scope,,,

What does epic in scope mean?

Try looking it up..

Ha ha ha....

[Zod]

**********
Blood Skeleton
by Will Dockery

Barry would not be washing/buffing his van in the dark. Nor would he be spotting any eels (luminosity aside) in the river

The ells were glowing like the moon....

[Zod]

**********
Blood Skeleton
by Will Dockery

Barry would not be washing/buffing his van in the dark. Nor would he be spotting any eels (luminosity aside) in the river

The eels were glowing like the moon....

Did you miss that part..?

[Michael Pendragon]

Post by Zod

**********
Blood Skeleton
by Will Dockery

Barry would not be washing/buffing his van in the dark. Nor would he be spotting any eels (luminosity aside) in the river

The eels were glowing like the moon....
Did you miss that part..?

Did you not understand "luminosity aside"?

[Zod]

Post by i***@gmail.com

Post by Will Dockery
Blood Skeleton
Barry the Bear
stood on the river bank
watching eels swim downstream.
The eels are free in the depths
they do not fear.
Some die on impact
on the rocks in the shallows.
Somehow
the great luminous eels
continue on
singing their songs.
Very few eels
make it to the sea
no men do.
The eels glow like the moon
singing crazy songs.
Barry called it gibberish
as he stood on the bank
watching the waves
flecked with illumination.
The great white eels
were moving
with the slow slushy current.
Barry went back
to washing his Econoline van
thinking about a coupon he'd found
free cup of coffee with purchase.
Up on First Avenue and over
awaited the machine guns
a green limousine
reptiles with some very real emotions.
An early Summer morning
down by the river
a couple hits of loud
washing a gold van.
There's a Detroit song
on the radio
as Motown ushers in the sun.
Barry turned his hat brim down
buffing wax on the van.
The night air
was heavy and metallic
the sky was copper
as dawn broke.
Over on the camp fire
a soup of roast fish
rice and sugar cane.
Barry the Bear re-lit
the smoldering blunt
and called someone
in a nearby phone booth.
-Will Dockery

Excellent once again.

Agreed and seconded...

[Zod]

Post by Will Dockery
Blood Skeleton
Barry the Bear
stood on the river bank
watching eels swim downstream.
The eels are free in the depths
they do not fear.
Some die on impact
on the rocks in the shallows.
Somehow
the great luminous eels
continue on
singing their songs.
Very few eels
make it to the sea
no men do.
The eels glow like the moon
singing crazy songs.
Barry called it gibberish
as he stood on the bank
watching the waves
flecked with illumination.
The great white eels
were moving
with the slow slushy current.
Barry went back
to washing his Econoline van
thinking about a coupon he'd found
free cup of coffee with purchase.
Up on First Avenue and over
awaited the machine guns
a green limousine
reptiles with some very real emotions.
An early Summer morning
down by the river
a couple hits of loud
washing a gold van.
There's a Detroit song
on the radio
as Motown ushers in the sun.
Barry turned his hat brim down
buffing wax on the van.
The night air
was heavy and metallic
the sky was copper
as dawn broke.
Over on the camp fire
a soup of roast fish
rice and sugar cane.
Barry the Bear re-lit
the smoldering blunt
and called someone
in a nearby phone booth.
-Will Dockery

Another favorite.............

[Faraway Star]

Post by Will Dockery
Blood Skeleton
Barry the Bear
stood on the river bank
watching eels swim downstream.
The eels are free in the depths
they do not fear.
Some die on impact
on the rocks in the shallows.
Somehow
the great luminous eels
continue on
singing their songs.
Very few eels
make it to the sea
no men do.
The eels glow like the moon
singing crazy songs.
Barry called it gibberish
as he stood on the bank
watching the waves
flecked with illumination.
The great white eels
were moving
with the slow slushy current.
Barry went back
to washing his Econoline van
thinking about a coupon he'd found
free cup of coffee with purchase.
Up on First Avenue and over
awaited the machine guns
a green limousine
reptiles with some very real emotions.
An early Summer morning
down by the river
a couple hits of loud
washing a gold van.
There's a Detroit song
on the radio
as Motown ushers in the sun.
Barry turned his hat brim down
buffing wax on the van.
The night air
was heavy and metallic
the sky was copper
as dawn broke.
Over on the camp fire
a soup of roast fish
rice and sugar cane.
Barry the Bear re-lit
the smoldering blunt
and called someone
in a nearby phone booth.
-Will Dockery

Good read of a deep dark and epic poem...

[W.Dockery @news.novabbs.com (W.Dockery)]

Post by Faraway Star

Post by Will Dockery
Blood Skeleton
Barry the Bear
stood on the river bank
watching eels swim downstream.
The eels are free in the depths
they do not fear.
Some die on impact
on the rocks in the shallows.
Somehow
the great luminous eels
continue on
singing their songs.
Very few eels
make it to the sea
no men do.
The eels glow like the moon
singing crazy songs.
Barry called it gibberish
as he stood on the bank
watching the waves
flecked with illumination.
The great white eels
were moving
with the slow slushy current.
Barry went back
to washing his Econoline van
thinking about a coupon he'd found
free cup of coffee with purchase.
Up on First Avenue and over
awaited the machine guns
a green limousine
reptiles with some very real emotions.
An early Summer morning
down by the river
a couple hits of loud
washing a gold van.
There's a Detroit song
on the radio
as Motown ushers in the sun.
Barry turned his hat brim down
buffing wax on the van.
The night air
was heavy and metallic
the sky was copper
as dawn broke.
Over on the camp fire
a soup of roast fish
rice and sugar cane.
Barry the Bear re-lit
the smoldering blunt
and called someone
in a nearby phone booth.
-Will Dockery

Good read of a deep dark and epic poem...

Hello there pal.

:)

[General-Zod]

Post by W.Dockery @news.novabbs.com (W.Dockery)

Post by Faraway Star

Post by Will Dockery
Blood Skeleton
Barry the Bear
stood on the river bank
watching eels swim downstream.
The eels are free in the depths
they do not fear.
Some die on impact
on the rocks in the shallows.
Somehow
the great luminous eels
continue on
singing their songs.
Very few eels
make it to the sea
no men do.
The eels glow like the moon
singing crazy songs.
Barry called it gibberish
as he stood on the bank
watching the waves
flecked with illumination.
The great white eels
were moving
with the slow slushy current.
Barry went back
to washing his Econoline van
thinking about a coupon he'd found
free cup of coffee with purchase.
Up on First Avenue and over
awaited the machine guns
a green limousine
reptiles with some very real emotions.
An early Summer morning
down by the river
a couple hits of loud
washing a gold van.
There's a Detroit song
on the radio
as Motown ushers in the sun.
Barry turned his hat brim down
buffing wax on the van.
The night air
was heavy and metallic
the sky was copper
as dawn broke.
Over on the camp fire
a soup of roast fish
rice and sugar cane.
Barry the Bear re-lit
the smoldering blunt
and called someone
in a nearby phone booth.
-Will Dockery

Good read of a deep dark and epic poem...

Hello there pal.
:)

Outstanding

[W.Dockery]

Post by General-Zod

Post by W.Dockery @news.novabbs.com (W.Dockery)

Post by Faraway Star

Post by Will Dockery
Blood Skeleton
Barry the Bear
stood on the river bank
watching eels swim downstream.
The eels are free in the depths
they do not fear.
Some die on impact
on the rocks in the shallows.
Somehow
the great luminous eels
continue on
singing their songs.
Very few eels
make it to the sea
no men do.
The eels glow like the moon
singing crazy songs.
Barry called it gibberish
as he stood on the bank
watching the waves
flecked with illumination.
The great white eels
were moving
with the slow slushy current.
Barry went back
to washing his Econoline van
thinking about a coupon he'd found
free cup of coffee with purchase.
Up on First Avenue and over
awaited the machine guns
a green limousine
reptiles with some very real emotions.
An early Summer morning
down by the river
a couple hits of loud
washing a gold van.
There's a Detroit song
on the radio
as Motown ushers in the sun.
Barry turned his hat brim down
buffing wax on the van.
The night air
was heavy and metallic
the sky was copper
as dawn broke.
Over on the camp fire
a soup of roast fish
rice and sugar cane.
Barry the Bear re-lit
the smoldering blunt
and called someone
in a nearby phone booth.
-Will Dockery

Good read of a deep dark and epic poem...

Hello there pal.
:)

Outstanding

Good evening again my friend, and thanks for the nod.

[Faraway Star]

Post by Will Dockery
Blood Skeleton
Barry the Bear
stood on the river bank
watching eels swim downstream.
The eels are free in the depths
they do not fear.
Some die on impact
on the rocks in the shallows.
Somehow
the great luminous eels
continue on
singing their songs.
Very few eels
make it to the sea
no men do.
The eels glow like the moon
singing crazy songs.
Barry called it gibberish
as he stood on the bank
watching the waves
flecked with illumination.
The great white eels
were moving
with the slow slushy current.
Barry went back
to washing his Econoline van
thinking about a coupon he'd found
free cup of coffee with purchase.
Up on First Avenue and over
awaited the machine guns
a green limousine
reptiles with some very real emotions.
An early Summer morning
down by the river
a couple hits of loud
washing a gold van.
There's a Detroit song
on the radio
as Motown ushers in the sun.
Barry turned his hat brim down
buffing wax on the van.
The night air
was heavy and metallic
the sky was copper
as dawn broke.
Over on the camp fire
a soup of roast fish
rice and sugar cane.
Barry the Bear re-lit
the smoldering blunt
and called someone
in a nearby phone booth.
-Will Dockery

Again on sixth read... quite excellent...