Will Dockery wrote:
> Family Guy wrote:
> >
> > What you "write"
>
> Poetry, mainly.
>
> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/03/little-miracles.html?m=0

Ha ha

Yep...

Faraway Star wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> >>> Little Miracles
>>
>> >>> Her heart's so heavy
>> >>> with memory today.
>> >>> She can write it down as fiction
>> >>> but she doesn't know what to say.
>> >>> The cats are on the front porch
>> >>> they don't listen to her.
>>
>> >>> What she sees are
>> >>> the little miracles
>> >>> that make up her life.
>> >>> Cell phone haikus
>> >>> to the ghost of her wife.
>> >>> Hipster concubines
>> >>> and neon that lights up the night
>> >>> it just don't seem right.
>>
>> >>> Enlightened rouges break down the 4th wall
>> >>> Zen dharma bums play psychic volley ball
>> >>> as Miss Twila takes note of it all.
>>
>> >>> What she see is nine to five
>> >>> as she walks the last mile.
>> >>> Over and over like Groundhog day
>> >>> gathering her fingerprint file.
>> >>> Getting off on how easy it is to fake a smile
>> >>> and just go out in style.
>>
>> >>> The downtown crown in a hologram fight
>> >>> shadows white-out on white
>> >>> they rolled up the streets and shut out the lights.
>>
>> >>> Because her heart's so heavy
>> >>> with memory today.
>> >>> She can write it down as fiction
>> >>> but she doesn't know what to say.
>> >>> The four horsemen of the apocalypse
>> >>> in line to pay to play.
>>
>> >>> -Will Dockery
>>
>> >>> ----
>> >>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> >>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/03/little-miracles.html?m=0

> Another read quite good...

Good evening, thanks again.

🙂

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:

>> Faraway Star wrote:
>>> Will Docker wrote:
>>>
>>>>>> Little Miracles
>>>>>>
>>>>>> Her heart's so heavy
>>>>>> with memory today.
>>>>>> She can write it down as fiction
>>>>>> but she doesn't know what to say.
>>>>>> The cats are on the front porch
>>>>>> they don't listen to her.
>>>>>>
>>>>>> What she sees are
>>>>>> the little miracles
>>>>>> that make up her life.
>>>>>> Cell phone haikus
>>>>>> to the ghost of her wife.
>>>>>> Hipster concubines
>>>>>> and neon that lights up the night
>>>>>> it just don't seem right.
>>>>>>
>>>>>> Enlightened rouges break down the 4th wall
>>>>>> Zen dharma bums play psychic volley ball
>>>>>> as Miss Twila takes note of it all.
>>>>>>
>>>>>> What she see is nine to five
>>>>>> as she walks the last mile.
>>>>>> Over and over like Groundhog day
>>>>>> gathering her fingerprint file.
>>>>>> Getting off on how easy it is to fake a smile
>>>>>> and just go out in style.
>>>>>>
>>>>>> The downtown crown in a hologram fight
>>>>>> shadows white-out on white
>>>>>> they rolled up the streets and shut out the lights.
>>>>>>
>>>>>> Because her heart's so heavy
>>>>>> with memory today.
>>>>>> She can write it down as fiction
>>>>>> but she doesn't know what to say.
>>>>>> The four horsemen of the apocalypse
>>>>>> in line to pay to play.
>>>>>>
>>>>>> -Will Dockery
>>>>>>
>>>>>> ----
>>>>>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>>>>>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/03/little-miracles.html?m=0

>>>
>>> Quite good, Doc...

>> Again, good to have you back, Mr. Spaceman.

> Oh, oh... I'm just floating in my tin can...

Watching the recent movie
Guardians of the Galaxy #3
Excellent film and the soundtrack is also great.

https://youtu.be/DfJsRkZ3hjg

Faraway Star wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> Little Miracles
>>
>> Her heart's so heavy
>> with memory today.
>> She can write it down as fiction
>> but she doesn't know what to say.
>> The cats are on the front porch
>> they don't listen to her.
>>
>> What she sees are
>> the little miracles
>> that make up her life.
>> Cell phone haikus
>> to the ghost of her wife.
>> Hipster concubines
>> and neon that lights up the night
>> it just don't seem right.
>>
>> Enlightened rouges break down the 4th wall
>> Zen dharma bums play psychic volley ball
>> as Miss Twila takes note of it all.
>>
>> What she see is nine to five
>> as she walks the last mile.
>> Over and over like Groundhog day
>> gathering her fingerprint file.
>> Getting off on how easy it is to fake a smile
>> and just go out in style.
>>
>> The downtown crown in a hologram fight
>> shadows white-out on white
>> they rolled up the streets and shut out the lights.
>>
>> Because her heart's so heavy
>> with memory today.
>> She can write it down as fiction
>> but she doesn't know what to say.
>> The four horsemen of the apocalypse
>> in line to pay to play.
>>
>> -Will Dockery
>>
>> ----
>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/03/little-miracles.html?m=0

> Quite good, Doc...

Good morning, again, thanks.

🙂

Will Dockery wrote:
> General-Zod wrote:
> > Will Dockery wrote:
>
> >>>> >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/03/little-miracles.html?m=0
> >>>> >>
> >>>> >> "Little Miracles" by Will Dockery
>
> >>> Little Miracles
>
> >>> Her heart's so heavy
> >>> with memory today.
> >>> She can write it down as fiction
> >>> but she doesn't know what to say.
> >>> The cats are on the front porch
> >>> they don't listen to her.
>
> >>> What she sees are
> >>> the little miracles
> >>> that make up her life.
> >>> Cell phone haikus
> >>> to the ghost of her wife.
> >>> Hipster concubines
> >>> and neon that lights up the night
> >>> it just don't seem right.
>
> >>> Enlightened rouges break down the 4th wall
> >>> Zen dharma bums play psychic volley ball
> >>> as Miss Twila takes note of it all.
>
> >>> What she see is nine to five
> >>> as she walks the last mile.
> >>> Over and over like Groundhog day
> >>> gathering her fingerprint file.
> >>> Getting off on how easy it is to fake a smile
> >>> and just go out in style.
>
> >>> The downtown crown in a hologram fight
> >>> shadows white-out on white
> >>> they rolled up the streets and shut out the lights.
>
> >>> Because her heart's so heavy
> >>> with memory today.
> >>> She can write it down as fiction
> >>> but she doesn't know what to say.
> >>> The four horsemen of the apocalypse
> >>> in line to pay to play.
>
> >>> -Will Dockery
>
> >>> ----
> >>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> >>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/03/little-miracles.html?m=0
>
> > Indeed, one of your best poems...
> Thanks again for the nod, Zod.

Good day to you, ,,,

Faraway Star wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>> Michael Pendragon wrote:
>> > Will Dockery wrote:
>

https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/03/little-miracles.html?m=0
>
>> >> "Little Miracles" by Will Dockery
>> >
>> >
>> > Little Miracles
>>
>> > Her heart's so heavy
>> > with memory today.
>> > She can write it down as fiction
>> > but she doesn't know what to say.
>> > The cats are on the front porch
>> > they don't listen to her.
>>
>> > What she sees are
>> > the little miracles
>> > that make up her life.
>> > Cell phone haikus
>> > to the ghost of her wife.
>> > Hipster concubines
>> > and neon that lights up the night
>> > it just don't seem right.
>>
>> > Enlightened rouges break down the 4th wall
>> > Zen dharma bums play psychic volley ball
>> > as Miss Twila takes note of it all.
>>
>> > What she see is nine to five
>> > as she walks the last mile.
>> > Over and over like Groundhog day
>> > gathering her fingerprint file.
>> > Getting off on how easy it is to fake a smile
>> > and just go out in style.
>>
>> > The downtown crown in a hologram fight
>> > shadows white-out on white
>> > they rolled up the streets and shut out the lights.
>>
>> > Because her heart's so heavy
>> > with memory today.
>> > She can write it down as fiction
>> > but she doesn't know what to say.
>> > The four horsemen of the apocalypse
>> > in line to pay to play.
>>
>> > -Will Dockery
>>
>> > ----
>> > From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> > https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/03/little-miracles.html?m=0
>> ***

> One of the finest poems of this year I daresay...

Good afternoon, and, again, thanks.

Faraway Star wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> >>> Little Miracles
>>
>> >>> Her heart's so heavy
>> >>> with memory today.
>> >>> She can write it down as fiction
>> >>> but she doesn't know what to say.
>> >>> The cats are on the front porch
>> >>> they don't listen to her.
>>
>> >>> What she sees are
>> >>> the little miracles
>> >>> that make up her life.
>> >>> Cell phone haikus
>> >>> to the ghost of her wife.
>> >>> Hipster concubines
>> >>> and neon that lights up the night
>> >>> it just don't seem right.
>>
>> >>> Enlightened rouges break down the 4th wall
>> >>> Zen dharma bums play psychic volley ball
>> >>> as Miss Twila takes note of it all.
>>
>> >>> What she see is nine to five
>> >>> as she walks the last mile.
>> >>> Over and over like Groundhog day
>> >>> gathering her fingerprint file.
>> >>> Getting off on how easy it is to fake a smile
>> >>> and just go out in style.
>>
>> >>> The downtown crown in a hologram fight
>> >>> shadows white-out on white
>> >>> they rolled up the streets and shut out the lights.
>>
>> >>> Because her heart's so heavy
>> >>> with memory today.
>> >>> She can write it down as fiction
>> >>> but she doesn't know what to say.
>> >>> The four horsemen of the apocalypse
>> >>> in line to pay to play.
>>
>> >>> -Will Dockery
>>
>> >>> ----
>> >>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> >>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/03/little-miracles.html?m=0

> Another read quite good...

Again, good evening and thanks, my friend.

Will Dockery wrote:
> Faraway Star wrote:
> > Will Dockery wrote:
>
> >> Little Miracles
> >>
> >> Her heart's so heavy
> >> with memory today.
> >> She can write it down as fiction
> >> but she doesn't know what to say.
> >> The cats are on the front porch
> >> they don't listen to her.
> >>
> >> What she sees are
> >> the little miracles
> >> that make up her life.
> >> Cell phone haikus
> >> to the ghost of her wife.
> >> Hipster concubines
> >> and neon that lights up the night
> >> it just don't seem right.
> >>
> >> Enlightened rouges break down the 4th wall
> >> Zen dharma bums play psychic volley ball
> >> as Miss Twila takes note of it all.
> >>
> >> What she see is nine to five
> >> as she walks the last mile.
> >> Over and over like Groundhog day
> >> gathering her fingerprint file.
> >> Getting off on how easy it is to fake a smile
> >> and just go out in style.
> >>
> >> The downtown crown in a hologram fight
> >> shadows white-out on white
> >> they rolled up the streets and shut out the lights.
> >>
> >> Because her heart's so heavy
> >> with memory today.
> >> She can write it down as fiction
> >> but she doesn't know what to say.
> >> The four horsemen of the apocalypse
> >> in line to pay to play.
> >>
> >> -Will Dockery
> >>
> >> ----
> >> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/03/little-miracles.html?m=0
>
> > A lovely newer work, having a second read here on the side of river...
> Thanks again.

And THX to you for the groovin poem...

Faraway Star wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>> General-Zod wrote:
>> > Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> >>>> >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/03/little-miracles.html?m=0
>> >>>> >>
>> >>>> >> "Little Miracles" by Will Dockery
>>
>> >>> Little Miracles
>>
>> >>> Her heart's so heavy
>> >>> with memory today.
>> >>> She can write it down as fiction
>> >>> but she doesn't know what to say.
>> >>> The cats are on the front porch
>> >>> they don't listen to her.
>>
>> >>> What she sees are
>> >>> the little miracles
>> >>> that make up her life.
>> >>> Cell phone haikus
>> >>> to the ghost of her wife.
>> >>> Hipster concubines
>> >>> and neon that lights up the night
>> >>> it just don't seem right.
>>
>> >>> Enlightened rouges break down the 4th wall
>> >>> Zen dharma bums play psychic volley ball
>> >>> as Miss Twila takes note of it all.
>>
>> >>> What she see is nine to five
>> >>> as she walks the last mile.
>> >>> Over and over like Groundhog day
>> >>> gathering her fingerprint file.
>> >>> Getting off on how easy it is to fake a smile
>> >>> and just go out in style.
>>
>> >>> The downtown crown in a hologram fight
>> >>> shadows white-out on white
>> >>> they rolled up the streets and shut out the lights.
>>
>> >>> Because her heart's so heavy
>> >>> with memory today.
>> >>> She can write it down as fiction
>> >>> but she doesn't know what to say.
>> >>> The four horsemen of the apocalypse
>> >>> in line to pay to play.
>>
>> >>> -Will Dockery
>>
>> >>> ----
>> >>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> >>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/03/little-miracles.html?m=0
>>
>> > Indeed, one of your best poems...
>> Thanks again for the nod, Zod.

> Good day to you, ,,,

Good afternoon, I hope you and Mike are having a nice weekend so far.

Faraway Star wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>> Michael Pendragon wrote:
>> > Will Dockery wrote:
>> >> Michael Pendragon wrote:
>> >> > Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/03/little-miracles.html?m=0
>> >>
>> >> "Little Miracles" by Will Dockery
>> >
>> > Please explain what makes it poetry.
>> Explain why your delusional judgement makes it not poetry:
>> > Little Miracles
>>
>> > Her heart's so heavy
>> > with memory today.
>> > She can write it down as fiction
>> > but she doesn't know what to say.
>> > The cats are on the front porch
>> > they don't listen to her.
>>
>> > What she sees are
>> > the little miracles
>> > that make up her life.
>> > Cell phone haikus
>> > to the ghost of her wife.
>> > Hipster concubines
>> > and neon that lights up the night
>> > it just don't seem right.
>>
>> > Enlightened rouges break down the 4th wall
>> > Zen dharma bums play psychic volley ball
>> > as Miss Twila takes note of it all.
>>
>> > What she see is nine to five
>> > as she walks the last mile.
>> > Over and over like Groundhog day
>> > gathering her fingerprint file.
>> > Getting off on how easy it is to fake a smile
>> > and just go out in style.
>>
>> > The downtown crown in a hologram fight
>> > shadows white-out on white
>> > they rolled up the streets and shut out the lights.
>>
>> > Because her heart's so heavy
>> > with memory today.
>> > She can write it down as fiction
>> > but she doesn't know what to say.
>> > The four horsemen of the apocalypse
>> > in line to pay to play.
>>
>> > -Will Dockery
>>
>> > ----
>> > From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> > https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/03/little-miracles.html?m=0
>> ***

> One of the finest poems of this year I daresay...

Thanks again, I have two new poems coming soon.

Family Guy wrote:

> On Tuesday, June 13, 2023 at 10:10:36 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
>
>> Ping: Senetto, here's one of my new poems you requested.

https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/03/little-miracles.html?m=0

> = snip
>
> trolling still continue.

I don't expect you to ever stop trolling, Dink.

Faraway Star wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>> Michael Pendragon wrote:
>> > Will Dockery wrote:
>> >> Michael Pendragon wrote:
>> >> > Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/03/little-miracles.html?m=0
>> >>
>> >> "Little Miracles" by Will Dockery
>> >
>> > Please explain what makes it poetry.
>> Explain why your delusional judgement makes it not poetry:
>> > Little Miracles
>>
>> > Her heart's so heavy
>> > with memory today.
>> > She can write it down as fiction
>> > but she doesn't know what to say.
>> > The cats are on the front porch
>> > they don't listen to her.
>>
>> > What she sees are
>> > the little miracles
>> > that make up her life.
>> > Cell phone haikus
>> > to the ghost of her wife.
>> > Hipster concubines
>> > and neon that lights up the night
>> > it just don't seem right.
>>
>> > Enlightened rouges break down the 4th wall
>> > Zen dharma bums play psychic volley ball
>> > as Miss Twila takes note of it all.
>>
>> > What she see is nine to five
>> > as she walks the last mile.
>> > Over and over like Groundhog day
>> > gathering her fingerprint file.
>> > Getting off on how easy it is to fake a smile
>> > and just go out in style.
>>
>> > The downtown crown in a hologram fight
>> > shadows white-out on white
>> > they rolled up the streets and shut out the lights.
>>
>> > Because her heart's so heavy
>> > with memory today.
>> > She can write it down as fiction
>> > but she doesn't know what to say.
>> > The four horsemen of the apocalypse
>> > in line to pay to play.
>>
>> > -Will Dockery
>>
>> > ----
>> > From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> > https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/03/little-miracles.html?m=0
>> ***

> One of the finest poems of this year I daresay...

I know you read a lot of poetry, so that's high praise indeed, thanks again.

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:

>> Faraway Star wrote:

>>> Will Dockery wrote:
>>>> Michael Pendragon wrote:
>>>> > Will Dockery wrote:
>>>> >> Michael Pendragon wrote:
>>>> >> > Will Dockery wrote:
>>>>
>>>> >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/03/little-miracles.html?m=0
>>>> >>
>>>> >> "Little Miracles" by Will Dockery
>>>> >
>>>> > Please explain what makes it poetry.
>>>> Explain why your delusional judgement makes it not poetry:
>>>> > Little Miracles
>>>>
>>>> > Her heart's so heavy
>>>> > with memory today.
>>>> > She can write it down as fiction
>>>> > but she doesn't know what to say.
>>>> > The cats are on the front porch
>>>> > they don't listen to her.
>>>>
>>>> > What she sees are
>>>> > the little miracles
>>>> > that make up her life.
>>>> > Cell phone haikus
>>>> > to the ghost of her wife.
>>>> > Hipster concubines
>>>> > and neon that lights up the night
>>>> > it just don't seem right.
>>>>
>>>> > Enlightened rouges break down the 4th wall
>>>> > Zen dharma bums play psychic volley ball
>>>> > as Miss Twila takes note of it all.
>>>>
>>>> > What she see is nine to five
>>>> > as she walks the last mile.
>>>> > Over and over like Groundhog day
>>>> > gathering her fingerprint file.
>>>> > Getting off on how easy it is to fake a smile
>>>> > and just go out in style.
>>>>
>>>> > The downtown crown in a hologram fight
>>>> > shadows white-out on white
>>>> > they rolled up the streets and shut out the lights.
>>>>
>>>> > Because her heart's so heavy
>>>> > with memory today.
>>>> > She can write it down as fiction
>>>> > but she doesn't know what to say.
>>>> > The four horsemen of the apocalypse
>>>> > in line to pay to play.
>>>>
>>>> > -Will Dockery
>>>>
>>>> > ----
>>>> > From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>>>> > https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/03/little-miracles.html?m=0
>>>> ***

>>> One of the finest poems of this year I daresay...

>> Thanks, mine or all poetry this year?

> Actually that could apply either way...

Good point.

Will Dockery wrote:
>
> >> >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/03/little-miracles.html?m=0
> >> >>
> >> >> "Little Miracles" by Will Dockery
>
> >> > Little Miracles
> >>
> >> > Her heart's so heavy
> >> > with memory today.
> >> > She can write it down as fiction
> >> > but she doesn't know what to say.
> >> > The cats are on the front porch
> >> > they don't listen to her.
> >>
> >> > What she sees are
> >> > the little miracles
> >> > that make up her life.
> >> > Cell phone haikus
> >> > to the ghost of her wife.
> >> > Hipster concubines
> >> > and neon that lights up the night
> >> > it just don't seem right.
> >>
> >> > Enlightened rouges break down the 4th wall
> >> > Zen dharma bums play psychic volley ball
> >> > as Miss Twila takes note of it all.
> >>
> >> > What she see is nine to five
> >> > as she walks the last mile.
> >> > Over and over like Groundhog day
> >> > gathering her fingerprint file.
> >> > Getting off on how easy it is to fake a smile
> >> > and just go out in style.
> >>
> >> > The downtown crown in a hologram fight
> >> > shadows white-out on white
> >> > they rolled up the streets and shut out the lights.
> >>
> >> > Because her heart's so heavy
> >> > with memory today.
> >> > She can write it down as fiction
> >> > but she doesn't know what to say.
> >> > The four horsemen of the apocalypse
> >> > in line to pay to play.
> >>
> >> > -Will Dockery
> >>
> >> > ----
> >> > From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>
> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/03/little-miracles.html?m=0

Another read of another fine poem...

Faraway Star wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>> Faraway Star wrote:
>> > Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> >> Little Miracles
>> >>
>> >> Her heart's so heavy
>> >> with memory today.
>> >> She can write it down as fiction
>> >> but she doesn't know what to say.
>> >> The cats are on the front porch
>> >> they don't listen to her.
>> >>
>> >> What she sees are
>> >> the little miracles
>> >> that make up her life.
>> >> Cell phone haikus
>> >> to the ghost of her wife.
>> >> Hipster concubines
>> >> and neon that lights up the night
>> >> it just don't seem right.
>> >>
>> >> Enlightened rouges break down the 4th wall
>> >> Zen dharma bums play psychic volley ball
>> >> as Miss Twila takes note of it all.
>> >>
>> >> What she see is nine to five
>> >> as she walks the last mile.
>> >> Over and over like Groundhog day
>> >> gathering her fingerprint file.
>> >> Getting off on how easy it is to fake a smile
>> >> and just go out in style.
>> >>
>> >> The downtown crown in a hologram fight
>> >> shadows white-out on white
>> >> they rolled up the streets and shut out the lights.
>> >>
>> >> Because her heart's so heavy
>> >> with memory today.
>> >> She can write it down as fiction
>> >> but she doesn't know what to say.
>> >> The four horsemen of the apocalypse
>> >> in line to pay to play.
>> >>
>> >> -Will Dockery
>> >>
>> >> ----
>> >> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/03/little-miracles.html?m=0
>>
>> > A lovely newer work, having a second read here on the side of river...
>> Thanks again.

> And THX to you for the groovin poem...

Good afternoon, glad to.

🙂

Will Dockery wrote:
>

>> Little Miracles

>> Her heart's so heavy
>> with memory today.
>> She can write it down as fiction
>> but she doesn't know what to say.
>> The cats are on the front porch
>> they don't listen to her.

>> What she sees are
>> the little miracles
>> that make up her life.
>> Cell phone haikus
>> to the ghost of her wife.
>> Hipster concubines
>> and neon that lights up the night
>> it just don't seem right.

>> Enlightened rouges break down the 4th wall
>> Zen dharma bums play psychic volley ball
>> as Miss Twila takes note of it all.

>> What she see is nine to five
>> as she walks the last mile.
>> Over and over like Groundhog day
>> gathering her fingerprint file.
>> Getting off on how easy it is to fake a smile
>> and just go out in style.

>> The downtown crown in a hologram fight
>> shadows white-out on white
>> they rolled up the streets and shut out the lights.

>> Because her heart's so heavy
>> with memory today.
>> She can write it down as fiction
>> but she doesn't know what to say.
>> The four horsemen of the apocalypse
>> in line to pay to play.

>> -Will Dockery

>> ----
>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/03/little-miracles.html?m=0

> HTH and HAND.

Excellent poem on 4th read...

Faraway Star wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>> Faraway Star wrote:
>> > Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> >> Little Miracles
>> >>
>> >> Her heart's so heavy
>> >> with memory today.
>> >> She can write it down as fiction
>> >> but she doesn't know what to say.
>> >> The cats are on the front porch
>> >> they don't listen to her.
>> >>
>> >> What she sees are
>> >> the little miracles
>> >> that make up her life.
>> >> Cell phone haikus
>> >> to the ghost of her wife.
>> >> Hipster concubines
>> >> and neon that lights up the night
>> >> it just don't seem right.
>> >>
>> >> Enlightened rouges break down the 4th wall
>> >> Zen dharma bums play psychic volley ball
>> >> as Miss Twila takes note of it all.
>> >>
>> >> What she see is nine to five
>> >> as she walks the last mile.
>> >> Over and over like Groundhog day
>> >> gathering her fingerprint file.
>> >> Getting off on how easy it is to fake a smile
>> >> and just go out in style.
>> >>
>> >> The downtown crown in a hologram fight
>> >> shadows white-out on white
>> >> they rolled up the streets and shut out the lights.
>> >>
>> >> Because her heart's so heavy
>> >> with memory today.
>> >> She can write it down as fiction
>> >> but she doesn't know what to say.
>> >> The four horsemen of the apocalypse
>> >> in line to pay to play.
>> >>
>> >> -Will Dockery
>> >>
>> >> ----
>> >> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/03/little-miracles.html?m=0
>>
>> > A lovely newer work, having a second read here on the side of river...
>> Thanks again.

> And THX to you for the groovin poem...

Good evening, my friend.

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:

>>

>>> Little Miracles

>>> Her heart's so heavy
>>> with memory today.
>>> She can write it down as fiction
>>> but she doesn't know what to say.
>>> The cats are on the front porch
>>> they don't listen to her.

>>> What she sees are
>>> the little miracles
>>> that make up her life.
>>> Cell phone haikus
>>> to the ghost of her wife.
>>> Hipster concubines
>>> and neon that lights up the night
>>> it just don't seem right.

>>> Enlightened rouges break down the 4th wall
>>> Zen dharma bums play psychic volley ball
>>> as Miss Twila takes note of it all.

>>> What she see is nine to five
>>> as she walks the last mile.
>>> Over and over like Groundhog day
>>> gathering her fingerprint file.
>>> Getting off on how easy it is to fake a smile
>>> and just go out in style.

>>> The downtown crown in a hologram fight
>>> shadows white-out on white
>>> they rolled up the streets and shut out the lights.

>>> Because her heart's so heavy
>>> with memory today.
>>> She can write it down as fiction
>>> but she doesn't know what to say.
>>> The four horsemen of the apocalypse
>>> in line to pay to play.

>>> -Will Dockery

>>> ----
>>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/03/little-miracles.html?m=0

>> HTH and HAND.

> Excellent recent poetry

"I thank."

🙂

Faraway Star wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> >>> Little Miracles
>>
>> >>> Her heart's so heavy
>> >>> with memory today.
>> >>> She can write it down as fiction
>> >>> but she doesn't know what to say.
>> >>> The cats are on the front porch
>> >>> they don't listen to her.
>>
>> >>> What she sees are
>> >>> the little miracles
>> >>> that make up her life.
>> >>> Cell phone haikus
>> >>> to the ghost of her wife.
>> >>> Hipster concubines
>> >>> and neon that lights up the night
>> >>> it just don't seem right.
>>
>> >>> Enlightened rouges break down the 4th wall
>> >>> Zen dharma bums play psychic volley ball
>> >>> as Miss Twila takes note of it all.
>>
>> >>> What she see is nine to five
>> >>> as she walks the last mile.
>> >>> Over and over like Groundhog day
>> >>> gathering her fingerprint file.
>> >>> Getting off on how easy it is to fake a smile
>> >>> and just go out in style.
>>
>> >>> The downtown crown in a hologram fight
>> >>> shadows white-out on white
>> >>> they rolled up the streets and shut out the lights.
>>
>> >>> Because her heart's so heavy
>> >>> with memory today.
>> >>> She can write it down as fiction
>> >>> but she doesn't know what to say.
>> >>> The four horsemen of the apocalypse
>> >>> in line to pay to play.
>>
>> >>> -Will Dockery
>>
>> >>> ----
>> >>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> >>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/03/little-miracles.html?m=0

> Another read quite good...

Good evening, thanks again for reading and commenting, Zod.

On Wednesday, August 9, 2023 at 10:20:21 AM UTC-4, W.Dockery wrote:
> Faraway Star wrote:
>
> > Will Dockery wrote:
>
> >> >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/03/little-miracles.html?m=0
> >> >>
> >> >> "Little Miracles" by Will Dockery
>
> >> > Little Miracles
> >>
> >> > Her heart's so heavy
> >> > with memory today.
> >> > She can write it down as fiction
> >> > but she doesn't know what to say.
> >> > The cats are on the front porch
> >> > they don't listen to her.
> >>
> >> > What she sees are
> >> > the little miracles
> >> > that make up her life.
> >> > Cell phone haikus
> >> > to the ghost of her wife.
> >> > Hipster concubines
> >> > and neon that lights up the night
> >> > it just don't seem right.
> >>
> >> > Enlightened rouges break down the 4th wall
> >> > Zen dharma bums play psychic volley ball
> >> > as Miss Twila takes note of it all.
> >>
> >> > What she see is nine to five
> >> > as she walks the last mile.
> >> > Over and over like Groundhog day
> >> > gathering her fingerprint file.
> >> > Getting off on how easy it is to fake a smile
> >> > and just go out in style.
> >>
> >> > The downtown crown in a hologram fight
> >> > shadows white-out on white
> >> > they rolled up the streets and shut out the lights.
> >>
> >> > Because her heart's so heavy
> >> > with memory today.
> >> > She can write it down as fiction
> >> > but she doesn't know what to say.
> >> > The four horsemen of the apocalypse
> >> > in line to pay to play.
> >>
> >> > -Will Dockery
> >>
> >> > ----
> >> > From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> >> > https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/03/little-miracles.html?m=0
> >> ***
>
> > One of the finest poems of this year I daresay...
> I know you read a lot of poetry, so that's high praise indeed, thanks again.

On another read, it holds up quite well with readings...

Faraway Star wrote:

> On Wednesday, August 9, 2023 at 10:20:21 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
>> Faraway Star wrote:
>>
>> > Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> >> >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/03/little-miracles.html?m=0
>> >> >>
>> >> >> "Little Miracles" by Will Dockery
>>
>> >> > Little Miracles
>> >>
>> >> > Her heart's so heavy
>> >> > with memory today.
>> >> > She can write it down as fiction
>> >> > but she doesn't know what to say.
>> >> > The cats are on the front porch
>> >> > they don't listen to her.
>> >>
>> >> > What she sees are
>> >> > the little miracles
>> >> > that make up her life.
>> >> > Cell phone haikus
>> >> > to the ghost of her wife.
>> >> > Hipster concubines
>> >> > and neon that lights up the night
>> >> > it just don't seem right.
>> >>
>> >> > Enlightened rouges break down the 4th wall
>> >> > Zen dharma bums play psychic volley ball
>> >> > as Miss Twila takes note of it all.
>> >>
>> >> > What she see is nine to five
>> >> > as she walks the last mile.
>> >> > Over and over like Groundhog day
>> >> > gathering her fingerprint file.
>> >> > Getting off on how easy it is to fake a smile
>> >> > and just go out in style.
>> >>
>> >> > The downtown crown in a hologram fight
>> >> > shadows white-out on white
>> >> > they rolled up the streets and shut out the lights.
>> >>
>> >> > Because her heart's so heavy
>> >> > with memory today.
>> >> > She can write it down as fiction
>> >> > but she doesn't know what to say.
>> >> > The four horsemen of the apocalypse
>> >> > in line to pay to play.
>> >>
>> >> > -Will Dockery
>> >>
>> >> > ----
>> >> > From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> >> > https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/03/little-miracles.html?m=0
>> >> ***
>>
>> > One of the finest poems of this year I daresay...
>> I know you read a lot of poetry, so that's high praise indeed, thanks again.

> On another read, it holds up quite well with readings...

Good evening, thanks again.

Will Dockery wrote:
> Faraway Star wrote:
>> Will Dockery wrote:
>
>>> >> >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/03/little-miracles.html?m=0
>>> >> >>
>>> >> >> "Little Miracles" by Will Dockery
>>>
>>> >> > Little Miracles
>>> >>
>>> >> > Her heart's so heavy
>>> >> > with memory today.
>>> >> > She can write it down as fiction
>>> >> > but she doesn't know what to say.
>>> >> > The cats are on the front porch
>>> >> > they don't listen to her.
>>> >>
>>> >> > What she sees are
>>> >> > the little miracles
>>> >> > that make up her life.
>>> >> > Cell phone haikus
>>> >> > to the ghost of her wife.
>>> >> > Hipster concubines
>>> >> > and neon that lights up the night
>>> >> > it just don't seem right.
>>> >>
>>> >> > Enlightened rouges break down the 4th wall
>>> >> > Zen dharma bums play psychic volley ball
>>> >> > as Miss Twila takes note of it all.
>>> >>
>>> >> > What she see is nine to five
>>> >> > as she walks the last mile.
>>> >> > Over and over like Groundhog day
>>> >> > gathering her fingerprint file.
>>> >> > Getting off on how easy it is to fake a smile
>>> >> > and just go out in style.
>>> >>
>>> >> > The downtown crown in a hologram fight
>>> >> > shadows white-out on white
>>> >> > they rolled up the streets and shut out the lights.
>>> >>
>>> >> > Because her heart's so heavy
>>> >> > with memory today.
>>> >> > She can write it down as fiction
>>> >> > but she doesn't know what to say.
>>> >> > The four horsemen of the apocalypse
>>> >> > in line to pay to play.
>>> >>
>>> >> > -Will Dockery
>>> >>
>>> >> > ----
>>> >> > From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>>> >> > https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/03/little-miracles.html?m=0
>>> >> ***
>>>
>>> > One of the finest poems of this year I daresay...
>>> I know you read a lot of poetry, so that's high praise indeed, thanks again.

>> On another read, it holds up quite well with readings...

> Good evening, thanks again.

Good day to you.....!

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>> Faraway Star wrote:
>>> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>>>> >> >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/03/little-miracles.html?m=0
>>>> >> >>
>>>> >> >> "Little Miracles" by Will Dockery
>>>>
>>>> >> > Little Miracles
>>>> >>
>>>> >> > Her heart's so heavy
>>>> >> > with memory today.
>>>> >> > She can write it down as fiction
>>>> >> > but she doesn't know what to say.
>>>> >> > The cats are on the front porch
>>>> >> > they don't listen to her.
>>>> >>
>>>> >> > What she sees are
>>>> >> > the little miracles
>>>> >> > that make up her life.
>>>> >> > Cell phone haikus
>>>> >> > to the ghost of her wife.
>>>> >> > Hipster concubines
>>>> >> > and neon that lights up the night
>>>> >> > it just don't seem right.
>>>> >>
>>>> >> > Enlightened rouges break down the 4th wall
>>>> >> > Zen dharma bums play psychic volley ball
>>>> >> > as Miss Twila takes note of it all.
>>>> >>
>>>> >> > What she see is nine to five
>>>> >> > as she walks the last mile.
>>>> >> > Over and over like Groundhog day
>>>> >> > gathering her fingerprint file.
>>>> >> > Getting off on how easy it is to fake a smile
>>>> >> > and just go out in style.
>>>> >>
>>>> >> > The downtown crown in a hologram fight
>>>> >> > shadows white-out on white
>>>> >> > they rolled up the streets and shut out the lights.
>>>> >>
>>>> >> > Because her heart's so heavy
>>>> >> > with memory today.
>>>> >> > She can write it down as fiction
>>>> >> > but she doesn't know what to say.
>>>> >> > The four horsemen of the apocalypse
>>>> >> > in line to pay to play.
>>>> >>
>>>> >> > -Will Dockery
>>>> >>
>>>> >> > ----
>>>> >> > From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>
>>>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/03/little-miracles.html?m=0
>
>> > One of the finest poems of this year I daresay...
>>
>> I know you read a lot of poetry, so that's high praise indeed, thanks again.

>
> Good day to you.....!

Good morning, my friend.

🙂

Faraway Star wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> Little Miracles
>>
>> Her heart's so heavy
>> with memory today.
>> She can write it down as fiction
>> but she doesn't know what to say.
>> The cats are on the front porch
>> they don't listen to her.
>>
>> What she sees are
>> the little miracles
>> that make up her life.
>> Cell phone haikus
>> to the ghost of her wife.
>> Hipster concubines
>> and neon that lights up the night
>> it just don't seem right.
>>
>> Enlightened rouges break down the 4th wall
>> Zen dharma bums play psychic volley ball
>> as Miss Twila takes note of it all.
>>
>> What she see is nine to five
>> as she walks the last mile.
>> Over and over like Groundhog day
>> gathering her fingerprint file.
>> Getting off on how easy it is to fake a smile
>> and just go out in style.
>>
>> The downtown crown in a hologram fight
>> shadows white-out on white
>> they rolled up the streets and shut out the lights.
>>
>> Because her heart's so heavy
>> with memory today.
>> She can write it down as fiction
>> but she doesn't know what to say.
>> The four horsemen of the apocalypse
>> in line to pay to play.
>>
>> -Will Dockery
>>
>> ----
>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/03/little-miracles.html?m=0

> Quite good, Doc...

Good evening, thanks again.

🙂

Faraway Star wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> >>> Little Miracles
>>
>> >>> Her heart's so heavy
>> >>> with memory today.
>> >>> She can write it down as fiction
>> >>> but she doesn't know what to say.
>> >>> The cats are on the front porch
>> >>> they don't listen to her.
>>
>> >>> What she sees are
>> >>> the little miracles
>> >>> that make up her life.
>> >>> Cell phone haikus
>> >>> to the ghost of her wife.
>> >>> Hipster concubines
>> >>> and neon that lights up the night
>> >>> it just don't seem right.
>>
>> >>> Enlightened rouges break down the 4th wall
>> >>> Zen dharma bums play psychic volley ball
>> >>> as Miss Twila takes note of it all.
>>
>> >>> What she see is nine to five
>> >>> as she walks the last mile.
>> >>> Over and over like Groundhog day
>> >>> gathering her fingerprint file.
>> >>> Getting off on how easy it is to fake a smile
>> >>> and just go out in style.
>>
>> >>> The downtown crown in a hologram fight
>> >>> shadows white-out on white
>> >>> they rolled up the streets and shut out the lights.
>>
>> >>> Because her heart's so heavy
>> >>> with memory today.
>> >>> She can write it down as fiction
>> >>> but she doesn't know what to say.
>> >>> The four horsemen of the apocalypse
>> >>> in line to pay to play.
>>
>> >>> -Will Dockery
>>
>> >>> ----
>> >>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> >>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/03/little-miracles.html?m=0

> Another read quite good...

Good evening, thanks again.