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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 10/04/2009 :  17:29:07  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
City Lights Book Sellers, 1970.
Mr Ferlinghetti was always so kind.
I would pass by, nod, go downstairs
with a bottle of wine and grab a book
and read.

Nobody ever said a negative word to me
about what I was doing.
I believe I first read Neal Cassidy's The First Third there.
I know I lifted my copy of Howl from the rack
on the landing of the stairs.
[Yeah, I know, but I had no rules;
if i wanted it or needed it,
it was mine.]

My income was $10.00 a day,
between the bloodbank and the doorman gig-
I could not spend money on books.

So much started from that building,
not just for me, but for all of us.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 10/04/2009 :  20:25:24  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
No more the back of the saloon, though I miss it.
The table, the bottle; you painting in the corner.

Remember?

The figurines on the tabletop.
The dusty pictures on the walls,
the white bearded handsome man
that sings his waltzes quietly in the corner...
The friends stopping by on the odd nite.....

I get up at 5:30 now and tend the farm
before the real work starts - pretending
all day that I belong in the real world.

I go to bed early. I write dirty poetry
and drink Propel water [@#?#].

The room goes on forever....

Spin around for me sweetheart,
I love to listen to you dance.
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BarbraG
Windchimer

1821 Posts

Posted - 10/05/2009 :  12:02:26  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Dear Hank !!!!!

Is it really you ? I have missed you, my unknown
poet friend. There are those on these porches that
really touched my heart from the beginning and you
are most certainly one of them.

How about doing a New Topic and just say hello if
you will. Well? Will you, Hank? You have so
many friends here, and did you read what Andrew said?
Huh, Hank ? Huh?

WHY you been gone so long, Hank? You come on back,
now, and generate some new stuff that I know is just
waiting to pop out of your chest and your brain.

You have been reading this stuff and finally jumped in.
The water's still fine, and warm.
This request isn't a challenge, friend. Its a heartfelt
request.

Love,
BarbraG
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Grania
Rocker

106 Posts

Posted - 10/05/2009 :  19:33:48  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Dear Reverend B, I do remember our first dance...a waltz beside a campfire under western stars. How your musings on The Silver Moon enchanted...how when we stepped through those batwing doors we found a haven for wandering souls to tell their story before heading down the road. I see you and Illiance sitting in the haloed light over the card table with that wild-eyed spectral dog at your feet. I'm leaning on the broom, turning the chairs up on the tables every night, sweeping the dirt into a pile by the door. And that handsome man in the corner with the guitar...he's there, too.

You're right. The room goes on forever.
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rodeo
Swinger

USA
733 Posts

Posted - 10/05/2009 :  20:50:53  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I can't remember the first time I saw him but, when I did, I knew he'd seen me many times. Not just from his usual seat, where he must've sat and watched me wallow in my new found fame over and over again... but years and years before...back in "the day"...in himself.

After we met, he said he didn't know whether to sit me down and tell me that "young guns" seldom become "old guns"...or to wait and see whether I'd die...or learn how to live.

Must've been pretty amusing to him; disappearing for weeks...even months at time; then...showing up and sitting down in that same old spot (his spot)...waiting to see if I'd walk in...if I was good enough to keep walking in...or... if he'd hear one day...


Edited by - rodeo on 10/06/2009 11:42:25
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Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3766 Posts

Posted - 10/05/2009 :  22:00:48  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Moonlit night, clear night. Lunar reflections upon East Bay. It lights up the entire bay. No lights are needed.

The waterman and his two sons. The Bolivar Lighthouse, sweeping it's broad light for all to see.

Cloudless night. Stars sparkle in the jet black night as brilliant as the most radiant of diamonds. The waves slap, slap, slap the side of the small wooden boat. A rocking rhythm is developed by the occupants of the small craft.

Anchored. Hannah's Reef. A few bites here and there, not much action. It doesn't matter, it was the moment, even to one of the sons not quite nine years old. These are the nuggets of our memory we all remember. Bits and pieces of time...treasures more precious than pure gold...

Craig

Edited by - Craig on 10/06/2009 00:11:24
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 10/06/2009 :  18:30:23  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I have marveled at her quiet strength and dignity.

The way she has suffered at the hands of men
yet has not lost her love for all men...
I have marveled at how she has met all
that she feared and in so doing has nothing left
To fear...

I have marveled at one that appears so empty and aching
herself yet can find a wellspring to give others to drink...

I have marveled at how from a cold room
a world away she can appear silently and
warm my cold room and heart of stone...

I have marveled that The Great One
continues to remind me how
wonderful a woman can be...

Oh yes,
I have
So marveled ....
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BarbraG
Windchimer

1821 Posts

Posted - 10/06/2009 :  19:44:40  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Hankie,

Let's talk, just you and me...

roynnbarb@comcast.net

Love
BarbraG
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 10/07/2009 :  19:38:06  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Melinda said to me that if I could have
a few small victories every day
I might feel better about things.

I said, It's hard to learn new dance steps
when you're still working on
walking upright.

She said, Is there a point to all of this introspection?
I said, I don't know;

I was letting it be your turn to bring the point...
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 10/07/2009 :  20:05:01  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
One day
One moment.
One flake of time
is all that's needed
to change everything.

On that dusty street with
evrybody watching
I looked in his eyes and saw
I wasn't the man I thought I was.

I was stronger
and he could never beat me.
Even before his hand moved
I knew how it would end.
I would be the one standing
and he would be crawling-
this time...

The view is definitively better from here.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1761 Posts

Posted - 10/07/2009 :  22:22:55  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
She brews tea in a dragon-shaped pot. Incense thickens the air with Autumn. Cinnamon. Apple. Something like that. Hive of light at the corners of his eyes now.
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rodeo
Swinger

USA
733 Posts

Posted - 10/07/2009 :  23:19:43  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Time didn't stand still; it flew...backwards.

There he was. Standing over the demon that I was to face.
The expression on his face never changed, but the look in his eyes did...a look no one had ever seen. Except her.

I didn't know until it was over that it had happened before; many times long ago.

He said, "I need a drink...a real one".

I didn't know until it was over that it had happened before; many times long ago.

I could have died that day. I would have died that day.

I needed a drink...a real one.

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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 10/08/2009 :  19:49:19  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
When Melinda first knocked on my door
Looking for a place to land,
I told her that I had built walls
Around my heart and that I was
Never going to let anyone ever get
Close enough to hurt me ever again...

Apparently I was mistaken...

Tonight, by the light of the full moon,
My old heart found a new path thru the woods
And into the river of pain...

Think I'll just sit here awhile
And let the water wash over me...

~*~
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 10/09/2009 :  20:34:24  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
As I finished the service for the boy's burial, the loud drunk continued laughing.
He was still laughing as I put three holes in him and sent him to his own services.
I will not abide rudeness in the face of death,
or in the presence of the Lord-
There has been enough of that and it will
no longer stand in my presence.
He looked good laying there face down, as if it was
natural for him to be breathing dirt.
Ashes to ashes, dirt to dirt...
This piece of dirt has gone back to the dirt in the twinkling of an eye and I feel no sense of guilt as we finish covering the boy with the last few shovelfuls.
I collect my fee and I climb on
my horse's back and push her out of the camp, heading for the next burial.
There is no shortage of paydays for me.
Death is always in season here in this land and I am always
more than ready to help them to their peace...
or to send them there if need be.....
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 10/10/2009 :  13:24:17  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I fall in love a few times a day.
At least.
I don't mean walking by on the street
sweaty, burning lust [tho thats a part of it]
but unborn children and houses,
apartments, trips, fights and all of it.
Even tho we haven't spent but an eye catch moment
already I feel the guilt of the fights and
the wrong decisions I would have made.

Such a blessing and a curse.
They keep my heart ticking quite long
after it deserved to quit.

Are we all like that?
I really don't know.

Christ, no wonder the world is so messed up...
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 10/11/2009 :  20:14:36  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
She came upstairs and found him
sitting in the rocker just
looking out the window at a hawk
flying over the yard and
beyond that to the river.

He seemed sad.
She thought of a rhyme...
Eighty two and nothing left to do.

Did he have regrets?
Were they his own or for his son?
Were they because he had no grandchildren?
Were they because his friends kept dying?

Or was it just a peaceful moment after breakfast
and nothing much was wrong?

She knew.
She shared the same life.

It was a beautiful Saturday morning in March
looking down at the Hudson River.

Nothing much was wrong...

\[Hear Steve Goodman in your head, singing Mike Smith's The Dutchman. Margaret and Henry Beukema have been together over sixty years. They live on the banks of the Tappan Zee.]

Edited by - buckman on 10/11/2009 20:38:37
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rodeo
Swinger

USA
733 Posts

Posted - 10/13/2009 :  08:03:11  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"The Big Lie (it just keeps a'changin')"

First, I said I was not as evil as he was.

Then I said they only died if they wouldn't take "no" for an answer.

Then I said, "She really loves ME".

Then I realized it was a lie.

Then I looked over at him and from the pit that we both shared, I said, "I'm taller than he is".

Finally, the truth.



Edited by - rodeo on 10/13/2009 08:04:17
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1761 Posts

Posted - 10/13/2009 :  21:26:29  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply

It wasn't for music
you came to me, but
for daring- mine
and yours.

Tess Gallagher

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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 10/14/2009 :  19:46:41  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
She came out of the darkness,
While I was just sailing along
Waiting for forty to come
And take me to a comfortable midlife.

Looking at her left me with the mumbles...
The kind of woman I would
never even look at because
I wouldn't want to be hurt
When she would go for somebody else
And leave me
Watching her walk away
With that black dress and
Those high heels.

Weeks later when we were
rolling merrily along
My friends would wink at me
When she would walk by at work
And make comments like,
Don't it make you proud
And
Why you?
You dog....

Of all people...
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BarbraG
Windchimer

1821 Posts

Posted - 10/14/2009 :  20:48:51  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Hank,
Is this the way it's going to be with you and me?
You sneak in and leave a note and you sneak out.
We can't go on like this. What kind of relationship
can we ever have without direct communication? How
can you help me ..... oh, I know.... wait a second...
I have an idea. ( That could be dangerous. ) Why
don't you just continue to sneak around ... it's more
fun that way... and, at least, I'll be able to know
how you are on a regular basis. Be looking for
you soon. Now, I know where to find you.

Take good care, and stay warm this Winter. Walk by
the Hudson now and then for me..EVERY time I hear
the name, I recall a plane that landed on it wrapped
tightly in the hands of God.

Love ya,
BarbraG
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