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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 07/17/2010 :  08:24:53  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
As we walked down the dirt street
together, we passed the Cafe San Lupo.

I said, Are you still working there?
Betty said, No, I give piano lessons now.

As her girl tagged behind, I whispered,
Does she know about the dance-hall-girl days?
She said, I was a widow, left out here alone
and I wasn't going to
make a living laying down....

I did it with who I wanted,
when I wanted
and not for money.

I said, Who's that supposed to
make feel better, me or you?

It was quiet for a spell after that....
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 07/17/2010 :  08:27:10  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
We sat on her back porch
drinking coffee waiting for
the twilight
and the grass to grow thru the dust.

She said, You know, we made love once,
all those years ago.

I said,
You'd think I'd remember a thing like that.

She said, You were laying in your room,
barely conscious, mumbling about
making love to a green bottle.
I crept in wearing nothing
but Carmelita's vanilla
and never said a word.

I said,
Jesus, What else did you keep to yourself?

She whispered,
a sound like a butterfly sighing,

Have you looked at my girls eyes?
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 07/17/2010 :  15:58:14  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Some memories are buried
beneath other memories.
Some mistakes are made without
ever knowing they were made.
Wisps of smoke and shadows of dreams
are all we're left of the past
and the future rolls around
every second.

She turned over to face me and
asked what I was thinking about.

I said,
Now, darlin, only now.

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rodeo
Swinger

USA
733 Posts

Posted - 07/22/2010 :  19:09:21  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
It had been years but nothing had changed.
Same old town. Same peeling paint on the buildings. Same old men sitting under the tree...same tree; right in the middle of main street.
Same saloon.
Some of the girls were even the same...a few new ones...young; too young. They didn't have that dead look in their eyes yet...the one that comes after they realized that "he" was never gonna come take 'em away.

Same tables and chairs. Same bartender.
"Ain't seen you around in a while...hell, it's been years ain't it?
Where you been?......
....Don't have much to say, do ya?
Why, we haven't seen you since...."

"Leave the bottle".
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 07/24/2010 :  19:41:40  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Another treasure Rodeo...

Anybody seen our girl?

~*~
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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5427 Posts

Posted - 07/24/2010 :  19:54:00  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Sweet Ro.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 07/24/2010 :  20:10:57  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Got a gal named Ro

Uh oh spaghetti oh, just

Take my heart and go,

Ro

Just take my heart and go...
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San Diego
Rocker

458 Posts

Posted - 08/01/2010 :  09:33:38  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
~*~
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Karen Runk
Firefly

USA
4925 Posts

Posted - 08/01/2010 :  14:01:27  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send Karen Runk an AOL message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply


Karen Runk
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BarbraG
Windchimer

1821 Posts

Posted - 08/03/2010 :  18:31:50  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I must go down to the sea again ......


Barb
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 08/15/2010 :  07:37:56  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Stuffed shells baking in the oven,
house smelling of garlic bread and vanilla candles.

Ladybugs making love on the back porch.
Betty named them Rufus and Nadine
and we watched them for an hour
listening to A Love Supreme
playing out the window
in the Hudson Valley summer afternoon.


They would go at it like mad
for a little while,
then rest,
then go at it like mad,
then rest.
Finally after we thought
they might be stuck together,
he circled her body three times,
and they both flew away.


We hadn't needed the inspiration,
But,
I passed a lifetime looking at her legs
and watching her eyes dance,
watching them.

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San Diego
Rocker

458 Posts

Posted - 08/15/2010 :  11:04:18  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Frost in the morning. No heart beating beside me. I can't open your fingers. My beloved. I hold you for hours. A sheen of ice between us. I know when I call they'll came and take you away. I bury you with stones. Seashells in your pockets. To anchor you to this fickle California ground you love. I follow you to Heaven. To the top of the stairs. The big neon-lit NO TRESPASSING sign. I wave to you from this side of the threshold. In my gold ring you see everything.

Back at the Cafe Lupe
The night of the earthquake
Your lashes touched your cheeks
While you lay sleeping
When sound slammed
Through the window
With enough might to move you
You reached under the bed
And grabbed our boots

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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 08/15/2010 :  18:44:29  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"In this sacred place
We call The Board
What is passed
Hand to hand here
Lifts us
So
Order a ritual
Incense in cones
Thicken the Autumn air with it
Sandalwood, cinnamon, clove
Brew tea in a dragon-shaped pot
Drink it
Light five ivory candles
Pray for grace
Place a teaspoonful of sunshine
Under your tongue
Feast after fasting so long
Keep your pantry shelves spilling
Whatever you need
For this journey"

Ailinn - 2004
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Susan Newbury
Sitter

USA
76 Posts

Posted - 08/19/2010 :  14:17:34  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
One of Mickey's greatest regrets was not having the strength to publish Rosin.
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Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3766 Posts

Posted - 08/23/2010 :  22:06:27  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"How I long to hold the golden sand in the hollow of my hand
Stand for a while there and fill in the hole
left in the heart of a wounded old soul

Here's to tomorrow here's to today
Here's to whatever I never did say
Here's to old friends who have gone separate ways
Here's to the memories..."





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San Diego
Rocker

458 Posts

Posted - 08/24/2010 :  06:14:04  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
One more day of hearts...
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rodeo
Swinger

USA
733 Posts

Posted - 08/24/2010 :  11:02:28  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Uh-h-h-h...

What happened?

It was here...then gone
I barely had time to see
Did I just dream it?




Edited by - rodeo on 09/06/2010 14:13:45
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1762 Posts

Posted - 08/24/2010 :  20:49:28  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
We were dancing
Standing still
The world around us
Swaying a little
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rodeo
Swinger

USA
733 Posts

Posted - 08/24/2010 :  22:35:04  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Things could have been so different...should have been.
There were so many good memories; but a few bad ones erased them completely.
Only a very few had ever seen him wearing a gun. They'd all heard the story. But when they saw it...for the first time; they realized that he was the spitting image of his Father.

No one had ever seen him go in...or even near the saloon.
But when they saw it...for the first time; they realized that he was the spitting image of his Father.
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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5427 Posts

Posted - 08/26/2010 :  00:27:43  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Ginsberg came to my house one afternoon
and said he was giving up poetry
because it told lies, that language distorts.
I agreed, but asked what we have
that gets it right even that much.
We look up at the stars and they are
not there. We see the memory
of when they were, once upon a time.
And that too is more than enough.

Jack Gilbert
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