Gold Like A Broken Ring. by Will Dockery
Will Dockery
Crescent moon
on just fresh Autumn
waves lapping
from the river.
Myth and reality at once.
Bon Bon
Good good early chill.
Memory like a haunting shadow.
Sandy blanket
slither of moon
gold like a broken ring
by the river.
Hair caught the light
Bon Bon
bright stars shining somewhere above.
Lights across the bay.
Movement in the field
under cover of darkness
she says "Don't worry..."
"The woods have predators."
Myth and reality at once.
Bon Bon
Good good early chill.
Memory like a haunting shadow.
-Will Dockery 12-9-02 (for Ellen Horn) (c)2002.
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Tumulty
I liked this one much better than the other one.
If you read your poem above to really old senile people, (like DoN F.)
I bet you could get them to skip and hop.
T.
Dan Luke
> Gold Like A Broken Ring.
Adolescent, yet unoriginal. Unfortunately, it doesn't match the wacky
dopiness of "Shadowville Rain," although "...slither of moon..." is a good
try. You may have passed your artistic peak.
--
Dan
Stuck inside of Mobile
D East
<snip, for the sake of rmd>
There's just not enough concrete here, no specifics, for me, which I think
makes for bad poetry. But anyway, you'd be better off posting to a specific
poetry board (eg www.alsopreview.com/discus) where they'd be harsher at
times but more helpful.
Darren
Will Dockery
> > Gold Like A Broken Ring.
>
> <snip, for the sake of rmd>
>
> There's just not enough concrete here,
You want concrete...? God blessed thugs with rocks:
Vice Versa
Vice Versa(This song heres called god damn vice versa its like
Picute everything you thought was good is really bad everything bad was really
good what if heaven was on earth nigga the whole world vice verse
vice versa this shit here god damn goin on get you a phat ass blunt of that dro
smoke that shit its all vice versa look up in the air nigga we rich nigga its
vice verse i know all you real nigga gunna feel this shit)
What if heaven was hell and vice versa
If I told ya go to hell would ya tell I cursed ya
I reimburse ya with the truth so ya know my faith
and pray I die im that nigga that they love to hate
i wanna make you use your mind
god has sent the sign
and when you listen to these rhymes nigga take your time
again I ask heaven was hell an vice versa
would ya start doin evil in order ta nurture
the spirit man do you understand there's a war thats ragin on
an the devils got some ammo too dont get me wrong
but I put my trust off in the Lord
its too corrupt know that god gun help me blow em up
I gives a fuck
heaven was hell and vice versa
I have no fear
I dun witnessed to much hell right here
lend me your ear be cause the beer we had to pour
for all my niggas hit the devil with 44
payback nigga
my liqour keep me from tryin to enter
battle alone and the deal with all this wickedness
I smoke a zone
know im grown but im still a baby
its vice versa so i guess ill beg Satan to save me
God im confused, confused of all these motherfuckers
makin me sick
The Virgin Mary may not fuck nobody
but she is a sick
with the a click of a nasty concubine
its vice versa so she prolly do the whole nine
that nasty ho
I don't know where imma go this christmas
It's Satans birth
imma try to smoke a pound of weed
to ease the earth
While jesus equiped with angels and devils equip with glocs
for god so loved the earth that he blessed a thug with rocks
Wont stop
until they feel me
Protect me devil I think the Lord is tryin to kill me
It's vice versa
Heaven is the low while this doja keep me high
an see the lord almighty nigga im ready to die
my reply for any questions asked the devil made me do it
whose the devil may I ask
its so polluted uprooted from all this stupid shit
see me cremated my adaption to the climate
so glad I made it elated that they gun go to heaven
but do they know heaven may not be the place to go
again I ask heaven was hell an vice versa
the devils demons id be damned if ill let god hurt ya
Follow me.
If this was vice versa
I be an angel cuz I'm a devil
A down south Georgia rebel
A whole nother fuckin level
reminiscing on all the good and the bad that I did
bussin caps an splitting wigs
an servin nigs
an talkin shit
this is vice versa no fuckin commercial
heaven or hell
where do we go
when we die
eternal fire
or the streets of gold
only God know
vice versa
-Pastor Troy. (c)2002
Will Dockery
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