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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5421 Posts

Posted - 05/31/2009 :  12:20:11  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The birds began at 4:22 a.m. One piper, then the band.
Saying here is the day, here is the day.
You worry, you die. You don't worry, you die.
Why worry? Why worry?
All those songs...
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BarbraG
Windchimer

1802 Posts

Posted - 05/31/2009 :  13:15:25  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Doug,
Love the stories you write about your trip.
When you take a notion to write more, I'm
ready to read. Touched me about the beautiful
woman that crossed your path.

Barb
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1596 Posts

Posted - 05/31/2009 :  16:03:16  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"...to days gone by..."

It's a few minutes to midnight. We've staked out
the best spot in the Park. Between the Grandstand
and the Porta-Potty corral. The cops are on one side
of the barricade and we're on the other. We've been
settin' up since noon and now we get the OK. The trucks
are loaded but not iced down. That won't happen 'til
morning. Crash nods to the greasy sleeping bag. "Roll
'er out, kid," he says, "you're on the grill."
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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5421 Posts

Posted - 05/31/2009 :  20:13:40  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"I sit in the dark in the back of the saloon..."

It will be five years come September, Henry. Five.
As many detours as leaps forward, but a vigil all the same,
for night, the moving shades, for those who are pulled
from the line, for those who sleep, when they sleep,
in the bed below the bed, intimate with dust, tasting
the crumbs of pollen bees are too few or dutiful to find.
Here's something I didn't write...

Facing It (Yusef Komunyakaa) read by Michael Lythgoe
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IaeNQC7PWK4
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 06/01/2009 :  14:29:15  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Too many times I thought I saw the light and walked away.

Well, most of the time I crawled.
It never gets easier on your knees,
but you do get used to it
after awhile
and think that's
the way it's always been and always will be.
Until you stand up.

The view is so much better from here.
I think I see something off in the distance....
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BarbraG
Windchimer

1802 Posts

Posted - 06/01/2009 :  15:56:28  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
It's your heart, Hank. Go and get it,
and keep it safe.

BarbraG
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rodeo
Swinger

USA
733 Posts

Posted - 06/01/2009 :  16:14:37  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
.....I thought I saw angels....but I could have been wrong"...
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1596 Posts

Posted - 06/01/2009 :  21:39:15  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
They're running under hollow Heaven. Grasping at fig leaves on their way out of The Garden. The sun bears down on Eden. Threatens to pull the sky apart. He offers a cup of rain. God is not offended. God is on his side.
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BarbraG
Windchimer

1802 Posts

Posted - 06/04/2009 :  19:44:54  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Being a little girl, then a teenager,
then a woman .... Wow. I would love to
be able to explain to a man what that
feels like. Longing for that first
kiss, and then the second ... and
then, finding that a kiss can often
be just a kiss ... without the meaning
that a young girl wants it to be.
Looking at every male I was attracted
to with the question .... can it be him?..
Can he be the one? Could I spend my
life with him ? Could he spend his life
with me? Enchanted with the very idea
of the word .. love.. But, with all of
that wonder and hope also came the
heartbreak that I managed to live through.

My wedding day ... oh, my gosh ...
the dreams and schemes and plans were
once laid to waste even before I
walked down the aisle. But, one day --
I was granted my hopes and dreams ..
...and the life that I dared to
take a chance on .. came true.

The man I gave my heart to is a good and
decent man, who lives for no other reason
than to love and be loved by .... me.


BarbraG

(Yes, I plegiarized(?) a line from ....
Annabelle Lee..)


Edited by - BarbraG on 06/04/2009 19:48:43
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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5421 Posts

Posted - 06/06/2009 :  22:54:58  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
In a gust of wind the white dew
On the autumn grass
Scatters like a broken necklace.

óBunya No Asayasu (1760-1849)
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San Diego
Rocker

435 Posts

Posted - 06/07/2009 :  08:47:53  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
They're building a resort on a bluff above the beach with several tiered sets of pyramid stairs. The physical fitness people continually run up and down the posted WORK IN PROGRESS areas which piss the construction crews off enough to pitch their lunch trash down the hill. The architectural renderings show a Moorish facade with diaphanous draperies floating out through gracefully arched windows. There are also balconied minarets for "Assignations and Candlelight Wine Tastings." They're training the hotel staff to put guests at ease as the adjacent cliffs are clearly marked in orange Day-Glo, DANGER * KEEP BACK * UNSTABLE CLIFFS * SLIDE AREA. The cliff also has as much up-draft as the Gliderport down the road. Until they find a way to anchor the tables and chairs to the ground the "Assignations and Candlelight Wine Tastings" are off limits. The local rehab people have met on this site Sunday mornings since 1979. Twenty-five to thirty of them in a circle from dawn until noon. They've been moved to a sandy crown down the beach. "We're just waiting for the first flyby," Reverend Scrap Iron said this morning. Air 62 Water 66. Partly cloudy.
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BarbraG
Windchimer

1802 Posts

Posted - 06/09/2009 :  18:06:19  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Black glass was stretched out in front of him
with a white line streaking down the middle of
it. The rain was relentless, seemingly
neverending. He wanted to pull over at
the next truck stop and wait it out. If
it weren't for the white lines, he wouldn't
have any visibility at all. His hands were
on the wheel, and mercy was his cargo. The
call had come in just hours ago. Help was
needed in New Orleans. His wife had begged
him not to go.

"Please", she cried. "Let someone else go
this time."

He kissed her and said, "Honey, I AM that
someone else..".


BarbraG

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San Diego
Rocker

435 Posts

Posted - 06/09/2009 :  19:26:24  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Sign at Santa Monica State Beach:

Free Lunch.
Love gets messy sometimes.
No default emotion.
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BarbraG
Windchimer

1802 Posts

Posted - 06/11/2009 :  21:06:09  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Outside the window, the storm was raging. Lightning
flashing wildly and thunder roaring was really scaring
my little dog, not to mention me. Picking her up,
I comforted her at the same time I was thinking we
should get into the shelter. The wind was screaming
around the porch and in my brain. At the beginning
of a hard rain, I had put a Mickey Newbury CD into
the player and, just as the lightning cracked
and the thunder rolled to start his song, I realized
that the noise wasn't just coming from the stereo.
The blackest cloud I had ever seen had appeared
from out of nowhere and was headed straight for
the house. "Tornado Alley" crossed my mind. I
had kept saying I was moving to a place where
there were no nightmare storms and no reason to
have this much fear inside my heart. It was
impossible to look forward to what might appear to
be a wonderful, soft rain. In my mind,
there was no such thing. Death traveled in these
whirling clouds of blackness that swooped down and took
everything and left nothing. It was that time of
year again. If we made it to the shelter, we would
live .... to run another day.


BGee









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Ailinn
Windchimer

1596 Posts

Posted - 06/13/2009 :  17:53:58  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"Guard this fire..." he says, candles in his hands. His soot-smudged palms still smoldering.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1596 Posts

Posted - 06/20/2009 :  16:31:52  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
~from Brock Miller at Sunrise Retirement. Spoken, not written.

"I was watching Anthony Bourdain's Bombay Beach episode when I was hit with deja-vu's hammer. Early '80's. She used to work for the studios. Had that little place out in Borrego Springs. Paid for. Her last deal with Warner's. Turned it into a gold mine. Blushing Stars shipped all over the world. Grapefruit sweeter than Ruby Reds. The "human interest" story was gaining favor with the Dailies, so I thought I'd try my hand. Cruise out and poke around, ya know. Ask a few questions. I stopped at Ski Inn at Salton Sea to try to get a line on the locals. No smiles and no dice. I tell ya, man, it was eerie even back then. Water to walk on. Dead fish. Palm trees with no tops. The nearest super market 40 miles away. "UFO's? Yep, we got 'em." the sign in the convenience store said. Convenience store/gas station/post office. Hahaha. I think I'm tellin' two stories. Anyway, at sunset I'm headin' through the Badlands. Checked into La Casa Del Zorro. Let the paper pick up the tab. (LA Times.) The word was she was runnin' crews from Mexico and the place was heavily armed. I followed the dirt road through a maze of citrus groves. No Trespassing signs. No street signs either. Only arrows back to S22. It was Spring and the scent in the air was a drug. A narcotic. Everything tasted like those flowers. I got to the end of the road. Five or six miles, maybe. Shooting I hear. Lots of shooting. All I could think of was the two P's. Pulitzer and posthumously. There's a big clearing and a house with a wrap-around porch. Knee braces and corbels. Lace at the windows. The woman approaching me is holding a pistol. I identify myself. I show my credentials. She didn't ask. I show her anyway. We spend the rest of the day shooting cans off stumps. Target practice, she says. She's beautiful. She makes chili. I don't want to leave. Ever. It's the fragrance, she says. Spooky, my son says. He won't travel the 86."

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Ailinn
Windchimer

1596 Posts

Posted - 06/24/2009 :  22:19:57  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Sunrise Stories~


I love what they tell me. From Claire D on the occasion of her 81st birthday, June 24th, 2009.


"When I was a child toast tasted toastier. And my breakfast was always the same. Except Sundays. A BB size ball of cod liver oil. 'Sunshine,' mother called it. And a glass of Mother Gray's Sweet Worm Powder mix with a chaser of orange juice on the side. Prune juice for Grand Dad who brought his teeth to the table in a freshly ironed handkerchief.

He's watching through the window. He's nodding his head. His footsteps stirring the Biblical dust. "Take your sun glasses off," he says.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1596 Posts

Posted - 06/27/2009 :  17:59:14  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Sunrise Stories~

Wedding Day ~ 1949. Jie and Zhin Chung. Zhin says, "I took my pumelo bath and sat between the candles when Lim put up my hair. My good luck woman. The Santa Ana winds were blowing guests against the doors. My dress, a snowy prison, a barricade of veils. I found his eager face almost too annoying!" Her eyes sparkle when she pinches the back of Jie's hand.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 07/02/2009 :  19:58:19  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
We miss the bars.
We miss the crowds and the passion
and the romance of the drinking life.
We don't get laid as much.
We're afraid of everything.
[Still]
We do everything better.
We're going slower and using less gas.
There are more better days than worse ones.
The tide's come in,
Boats have risen.

It's still dark,
but there's enough light
to dance to.

Rev B
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BarbraG
Windchimer

1802 Posts

Posted - 07/03/2009 :  13:42:59  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Rev. B
Do not be gone so long again. You hear me?
Mean it !!! Okay? Okay, then. Whew!!
Glad that's settled !!!

Love,
BarbraG
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