Sujet : Re: _Irene_Dämmerung_/_Will_Dockery_
De : will.dockery (at) *nospam* gmail.com (W.Dockery)
Groupes : alt.arts.poetry.comments rec.arts.poemsDate : 03. Dec 2024, 17:28:49
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General-Zod wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
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Victor H. wrote:
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Will Dockery wrote:
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Irene Dämmerung
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She gave me a rock
that she had hand painted
Irene Dämmerung
held my unrequited passion.
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Irene had a gentle heart
I knew this when we
were first acquainted.
She wore a rabbit fur coat
right in fashion.
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Her husband Twilight Joe
was always high rolling.
Joe had a cool hand like Sundance
on his bride's visage we all gazed.
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A man with the good smoke
that he was controlling.
Irene could catch men's eyes
even other girls were amazed.
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She'd paint little stones
designs she had created.
Traded her fur jacket to Tina
for a green felt one that was better.
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She took off with Joe Shannon
back down to Monticello.
The last thing we ever heard from her
was a sad letter.
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That Irene had walked in one day
to see Joe dead from pleasure.
Tied off arm and needle
Joe had overdosed on his treasure.
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-Will Dockery
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(From the poetry series "Clifford's Blues", based on the people and
events
of Atlanta 1980-1983)
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From the archives, for newer readers.
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Comments and critique welcome.
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Such a tragic, regal Lady she was....
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True, gone way too soon.
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Yep...
Good morning again my friend.