news:af7d0d6b-d1c9-40dc-9a63-eb3ee15f93e5@googlegroups.com...
Will Dockery wrote:
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
--------------------------------------------
Here is the "Apple Montage" poem, for scrutiny and comment.
Good let's discuss this now
while pretending to be sober
news:af7d0d6b-d1c9-40dc-9a63-eb3ee15f93e5@googlegroups.com...
Will Dockery wrote:
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
--------------------------------------------
Here is the "Apple Montage" poem, for scrutiny and comment.
Good let's discuss this now and sort out Pen's lies.... You know Pen, though, once he lies, he really digs in with it...!
On Tuesday, May 31, 2022 at 9:26:55 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
On Tuesday, May 31, 2022 at 4:05:14 PM UTC-4, Zod wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
Pendragon wrote in message
news:a21a2bcb-47e8-4b75...@googlegroups.com...
Two or more self-contained images that create a new (mental) image when >> > >> juxtaposed to one another through editing is a montage
Yes, that was the effect I was going for.
And parlayed excellently I might add...
***********************************************
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
***************************************
Thanks, Zod, this thread needed the poem.
🙂
Ye art welcomed, Sir Doc....!
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
For those who have missed the poem, and this thread was broken....!
"General Zod" wrote in message
news:af7d0d6b-d1c9-40dc-9a63-eb3ee15f93e5@googlegroups.com...
Will Dockery wrote:
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
--------------------------------------------
Here is the "Apple Montage" poem, for scrutiny and comment.
Good let's discuss this now and sort out Pen's lies.... You know Pen, though, once he lies, he really digs in with it...!
You nailed it, Zod.
🙂
news:8be0e12d-f23e-4f46-85e6-3c1d79484467@googlegroups.com...
On Wednesday, May 29, 2022 at 1:20:09 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
HTH & HAND.
I see the poem.
I don't see the montage
General Zod <zodthemighty1@gmail.com> wrote in
news:35e35ef7-deef-4726-b142-2d784ba89568@googlegroups.com:
Writes Peter J. Ross... who is too ignorant to appreciate the poetry
of two greats like Edgar Allan Poe and William Blake.....
That is pretty foolish, I agree.
Will Dockery wrote:
"General Zod" wrote in message
news:af7d0d6b-d1c9-40dc-9a63-eb3ee15f93e5@googlegroups.com...
Will Dockery wrote:
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
--------------------------------------------
Here is the "Apple Montage" poem, for scrutiny and comment.
Good let's discuss this now and sort out Pen's lies.... You know Pen, though, once he lies, he really digs in with it...!
You nailed it, Zod.
Good day, and I thank.....
"Coco DeSockmonkey" wrote in message
news:8be0e12d-f23e-4f46-85e6-3c1d79484467@googlegroups.com...
On Wednesday, May 29, 2022 at 1:20:09 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
HTH & HAND.
I see the poem.
I don't see the montage
We never could see eye to eye on that one, could we?
:)
Will Dockery wrote:
"Coco DeSockmonkey" wrote in message
news:8be0e12d-f23e-4f46-85e6-3c1d79484467@googlegroups.com...
On Wednesday, May 29, 2022 at 1:20:09 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
HTH & HAND.
I see the poem.
I don't see the montage
We never could see eye to eye on that one, could we?
:)
Either way, this is an all-time Fave of Doc poetry.....
General-Zod wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
"General Zod" wrote in message
news:af7d0d6b-d1c9-40dc-9a63-eb3ee15f93e5@googlegroups.com...
Will Dockery wrote:
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
--------------------------------------------
Here is the "Apple Montage" poem, for scrutiny and comment.
Good let's discuss this now and sort out Pen's lies.... You know Pen, though, once he lies, he really digs in with it...!
You nailed it, Zod.
Good day, and I thank.....
Good evening, Zod, I hope you and Mike are having a good one.
🙂
Will Dockery wrote:
General Zod <zodthemighty1@gmail.com> wrote in
news:35e35ef7-deef-4726-b142-2d784ba89568@googlegroups.com:
Writes Peter J. Ross... who is too ignorant to appreciate the poetry
of two greats like Edgar Allan Poe and William Blake.....
That is pretty foolish, I agree.
Peter could be quite puzzling at some times....
Will Dockery wrote:
General-Zod wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
"General Zod" wrote in message
news:af7d0d6b-d1c9-40dc-9a63-eb3ee15f93e5@googlegroups.com...
Will Dockery wrote:
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
--------------------------------------------
Here is the "Apple Montage" poem, for scrutiny and comment.
Good let's discuss this now and sort out Pen's lies.... You know Pen, though, once he lies, he really digs in with it...!
You nailed it, Zod.
Good day, and I thank.....
Good evening, Zod, I hope you and Mike are having a good one.
Quite well, have been enjoying the fine Summer weather,...!
Will Dockery wrote:
"Coco DeSockmonkey" wrote in message
news:8be0e12d-f23e-4f46-85e6-3c1d79484467@googlegroups.com...
On Wednesday, May 29, 2022 at 1:20:09 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
HTH & HAND.
I see the poem.
I don't see the montage
We never could see eye to eye on that one, could we?
:)
Either way, this is an all-time Fave of Doc poetry.....
"Will Dockery" <will_dockery@outlook.com> wrote in news:qgmkvi$ogq$1@dont-email.me:
"Peter J Ross" wrote in message
news:slrnqclt45.cmq.pjr@homeridae.org...
Not very long ago, I commented on a poem posted by Cujo.
I didn't think it was a good poem.
You left the
http://al.howardknight.net/msgid.cgi?STYPE=msgid&A=0&MSGI=%3Cslrnqclt45.c mq.pjr%40homeridae.org%3E
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Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
Will Dockery wrote:
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
One of the all-time best....
Apple Montage by Will Dockery:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2022/06/apple-montage.html
Will Dockery wrote:
Apple Montage by Will Dockery:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2022/06/apple-montage.html
Outstanding poem for the ages....
General-Zod wrote:
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
For those who have missed the poem, and this thread was broken....!
Good evening, and thanks for setting the thread on the right track.
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
For those who have missed the poem, and this thread was broken....!
news:35e35ef7-deef-4726-b142-2d784ba89568@googlegroups.com:
Writes Peter J. Ross... who is too ignorant to appreciate the poetry
of two greats like Edgar Allan Poe and William Blake.....
Will Dockery wrote:
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
Another read of a very fine work of poetry...!
One more week and I will have stopped drinking for 13 years, having stopped New Year's Day 2008.
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
For those who have missed the poem
General-Zod wrote:
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
For those who have missed the poem, and this thread was broken....!
Good evening
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
For those who have missed the poem, and this thread was broken....!
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
On Mon, 21 Apr 2025 18:06:06 +0000, HarryLime wrote:
On Mon, 21 Apr 2025 17:41:10 +0000, Will-Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
On Mon, 21 Apr 2025 14:53:33 +0000, Will-Dockery wrote:
Anonymous wrote:
...lovely imagery..took me back to my youth*
On Monday, April 30, 2018 at 4:49:03 AM UTC+1, Will Dockery wrote:
Apple Montage
Sleeping around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the shits.
Late summer probation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were dead trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and above them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown skunks,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly piss
a wine bottle
on my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing old mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty team.
The air smelled of crap fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
--------------------------------------------
The other thread for this poem is getting so long I want to start
a new one specifically for discussion of the poem, which cntinues.
Read original thread at:
http://alt.arts.poetry.comments.narkive.com/cEgduQLs/apple-montage-
will-dockery-ping-george
Good morning again.
LOL. Donkey posted his poem in a new thread "specifically for
discussion of the poem."
The discussion?
"Good morning again."
What a jackass!
-- Michael Pendragon
"You're the reason the phrase "rock bottom" had to be redefined as
"the point where Will Dockery starts to feel pressure." Your life
is so pathetic, it's less of a journey and more of a tragic slide
show that nobody wants to watch." -- Cujo
--
He may as well. Everyone else does.
No, I'm posting this from JLA Forums where the unbroken thread is
over 1,000 posts long.
Are you calling yourself a liar, Donkey?
Lying comes naturally to Dockerys.
Here's what you wrote:
"The other thread for this poem is getting so long I want to start a
new one specifically for discussion of the poem, which
cntinues[sic]."
Why do you lie so much, Donkey?
Dockery is afraid of Cujo.
-- Michael Pendragon
"Will Dockery, you're not just an incoherent, talentless deadbeat
father; you're the human embodiment of a black hole where potential
goes to die." == Cujo
Will-Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
On Mon, 21 Apr 2025 14:53:33 +0000, Will-Dockery wrote:
Anonymous wrote:
...lovely imagery..took me back to my youth*
Will Dockery wrote:
Apple Montage
Sleeping around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the shits.
Late summer probation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were dead trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and above them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown skunks,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly piss
a wine bottle
on my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing old mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty team.
The air smelled of crap fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
--------------------------------------------
The other thread for this poem is getting so long I want to start
a new one specifically for discussion of the poem, which cntinues. >>>>>
Read original thread at:
http://alt.arts.poetry.comments.narkive.com/cEgduQLs/apple-montage- >>>>> will-dockery-ping-george
I'm posting this from JLA Forums where the unbroken thread is
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Will Dockery, you're not just
Cujo DeSockpuppet <cujo@petitmorte.net> posted:
Will-Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
On Mon, 21 Apr 2025 14:53:33 +0000, Will-Dockery wrote:
Anonymous wrote:
...lovely imagery..took me back to my youth*
Will Dockery wrote:
Apple Montage
Sleeping around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the shits.
Late summer probation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were dead trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and above them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown skunks,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly piss
a wine bottle
on my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing old mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty team.
The air smelled of crap fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
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The other thread for this poem is getting so long I want to
start a new one specifically for discussion of the poem, which
cntinues.
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Will Dockery, you're not just a cowardly douchebag, you're the
pus-filled abscess on the butt of humanity's collective dignity.
Your very existence is a blight upon the tapestry of life, a festering
sore that screams out for the sweet release of oblivion.
You're so pathetic, even the mold on a week-old slice of bread has
more ambition than you. If courage and decency had a swimming pool,
you'd be the turd that no one dared to fish out because it had somehow
learned to swim in a pool of its own despicable juices.
Your brain is so small it could hide behind a raisin and convince it
to go on a diet.
Your IQ is so low, it could trip over a single-cell organism and think
it's climbed a mountain.
The only thing you've ever contributed to society is the foul stench
of your existence and the occasional reminder that in the vast,
uncaring universe, evolution sometimes skips a few steps to give us
all a good laugh at your expense.
You're the kind of person that makes a leper colony look like a
desirable neighborhood.
In the grand scheme of things, you're less significant than a burnt
match in a dumpster fire.
You're a stain on the underwear of human potential, a sad, pitiful
excuse for a sentient being that should have been left to the
merciless embrace of the void from which your kind so clearly emerged.
Cowardly douchebag? That's like calling a tornado a gentle breeze.
You're a colossal monument to cowardice and a walking, talking
embodiment of everything that is wrong and despicable in this world.
If the concept of regret had a face, it would be yours, forever
haunted by the realization that it had the audacity to spawn a
creature as vile and contemptible as yourself.
PS: PJR and Benders said Happy Easter to me. How about you, Dreckster?
Obsessed much, Cujo?
On Mon, 21 Apr 2025 19:58:23 +0000, NancyGene wrote:
On Mon, 21 Apr 2025 18:06:06 +0000, HarryLime wrote:
On Mon, 21 Apr 2025 17:41:10 +0000, Will-Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
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posted his poem in a new thread
Again, same thread, just broken at Nova BBS.
Dockery is afraid of Cujo.
--
Post lying bullshit much, Nancy Gene?
Actually, apparently Cujo is afraid to post his poetry here.
HTH and HAND
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