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BarbraG
Windchimer

1802 Posts

Posted - 05/31/2010 :  18:06:31  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
You can't go home again, they say..
How can you go that far?
The folks you loved and left behind --
each followed their own star..
It ain't what it used to be, you see
Though dreams are drifting by..
Of times you loved from long ago..
and memories that make you cry ..

You can't go home again and see
the old porch rockers from the past..
When loved ones sat and rocked at night
and spoke of things they thought would last..
There is some comfort in looking back--
But, you can't get there from here..
So, hold your memories and your dreams..
So that you'll always ... have them near ..

You can't go home again .....
...... they say ...


BGee











Edited by - BarbraG on 06/08/2010 20:08:18
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Karen Runk
Firefly

USA
4923 Posts

Posted - 05/31/2010 :  18:59:59  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send Karen Runk an AOL message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Sigh.....and sigh, again

Karen Runk
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 06/01/2010 :  19:31:48  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I sat in the dark in the back of the saloon,
saving the world...

I could smell the fear,
the loneliness and the desperation in the room.

And that was just me.

OK, just kidding. I wasn't afraid.

The other two things just sorta grew on me,
like hunger, no, that's not exactly right;
more like lines on a man's face.
After years of not looking,
one day they were just there.

Loneliness and desperation were okay,
but what with what I did,
fear was not, I thought
as I reached for the green bottle
and looked at the gun lying next to it...

One for the lonely, one for the fear;
The desperation I let go it's own way.
Like hunger, it helped me keep an edge...

It was good for business...
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Grania
Rocker

104 Posts

Posted - 06/03/2010 :  18:05:31  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Holes in the cloudbank. Thready stars showing through. Something wild coming up off the ocean. His spirit in the galley bent to navigation, knowing what moves under. Deep and heavy and slow.

God, it takes a long
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Joey L.
Swinger

USA
1353 Posts

Posted - 06/03/2010 :  18:38:15  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
TIME.

..... lay me down in the verdant green ...

The Future's Not ...
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Karen Runk
Firefly

USA
4923 Posts

Posted - 06/04/2010 :  20:40:49  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send Karen Runk an AOL message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
It is a quiet night in this room

Karen Runk
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Dave
Swinger

USA
1394 Posts

Posted - 06/04/2010 :  20:47:24  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
As it should be..
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Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3744 Posts

Posted - 06/04/2010 :  20:49:16  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Yes. As it should be...

Craig
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BarbraG
Windchimer

1802 Posts

Posted - 06/04/2010 :  20:51:32  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Oil in the Gulf. Fear in the eyes of the residents. Tourist
season cancelled. Pockets and cupboards empty. The peace found
on the beach gone. Hurricane season is nigh. Or, is it? Not
one hit our shores last year. Pray for another "no hurricane"
summer.


BGee
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 06/04/2010 :  21:14:10  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I love this old room...

The figurines on the tabletops,
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.....

But, Oh what a pallette
the Irish Lady paints with!
Her colours from The West
set my heart ablaze!

I could listen to her paint all nite...

~*~ My heart is with you~*~
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BarbraG
Windchimer

1802 Posts

Posted - 06/05/2010 :  09:41:34  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"I could listen to her paint all nite. "




I love that line, Hank.
Hope you are well.

Barb



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Virginia
Swinger

723 Posts

Posted - 06/05/2010 :  09:47:07  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply

But, Oh what a pallette
the Irish Lady paints with!
Her colours from The West
set my heart ablaze!

She does indeed...
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 06/06/2010 :  03:28:13  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
DANCE ON ALONE

I know what you think,
you've told me enough,
Stop dwelling on it, on them
Move on,
Enough,
Get outside yourself, stop whining...

But, it's not just for me anymore,
Though it is certainly for me, too;
There are those that need to know
That think that they are the only ones
That have had to go on and go on and
Go so many years without...
Without that son or daughter or lover.
Husband or wife.
There is comfort in numbers even if the number
Is only two.

Do you know why they say a piece of you dies
When someone you love dies?
When you are intimate with a woman or a son,
A man or a daughter,
There are things you share with each of them that
No one else in the world will Ever know...
Pieces of you and who you are
That after they're gone
You're not sure if you made it up or if it
Was really ever there at all.

So you go on, less of You
Than you started with, but
With more heart and a thicker
Skin than you had before...

But you put one foot out,
And bring it back,
Move the other over
And bring it back;
Curl your arm out into the empty space
In front of you
And you dance on alone
In the dark
With no music
With no rhythm...

Until someone comes along
And turns the light on for you.

Hank Beukema BarbSong Publishing-2005

[ROR, Rudy sends his love and affection]
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Jonmark
Windchimer

USA
1782 Posts

Posted - 06/06/2010 :  11:34:23  Show Profile  Visit Jonmark's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply

Nice Hank.
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BarbraG
Windchimer

1802 Posts

Posted - 06/06/2010 :  19:17:23  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Hank,
The way you lay your heart out there when you write is
a powerful release for you in some way, I hope.

BarbraG
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rodeo
Swinger

USA
733 Posts

Posted - 06/07/2010 :  12:52:29  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Dude,
"The way you lay your heart out there when you write is
a powerful release"....For A Lot of US!!!.

Sort of like therapy by proxy...

or, no, wait....ever hear about "sin-eaters" from back in the old days?

Yeah, that's the ticket.

rjr

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rodeo
Swinger

USA
733 Posts

Posted - 06/07/2010 :  13:06:32  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
All the Ongoing goings-on of all that’s gone on…and on.

Not a day went by that he didn’t get caught somewhere between what should have been and how it all fell apart.

Not a night, not a moon, not a ride down by the old mill…and those pesky happy couples walking, smiling, damn.
Even when he went all the way to Danville for supplies, he was reminded that he went there so he wouldn't see her.

…everything reminded him of her.

If he only knew that all those things reminded her…of him.
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Karen Runk
Firefly

USA
4923 Posts

Posted - 06/07/2010 :  14:17:00  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send Karen Runk an AOL message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Yes, they did.

Karen Runk
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 06/20/2010 :  06:23:06  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"So mommies and daddies enjoy every minute
Delight in this life and all that comes with it
It won't happen to you,that's what we're told..
For you,be happy and with them grow old.

But every dawn as the world gets lighter
Pick them up and kiss them and hold them tighter
Remember every moment till you're old and gray
And always enjoy Father's Day."

HB 1993
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 06/26/2010 :  08:01:34  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
He is so much now like Crystal and Stone,
Just Like Hardin's Misty Roses...
Jack plays guitar in the corner and
Mick sings just like
the rest of us breathe...

Oh, my love,
there is nothing more romantic
than you and a Newbury Waltz...

La da de la da da
La da da da da da
La da de la da da
Da da doo..........
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