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BarbraG
Windchimer

1802 Posts

Posted - 11/04/2011 :  21:39:40  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Wonderful reflections, Doug .. I have a few of my own ..

BarbraG
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rodeo
Swinger

USA
733 Posts

Posted - 11/05/2011 :  08:00:51  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply

http://www.allpar.com/old/luxury-liner.html
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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5416 Posts

Posted - 11/05/2011 :  11:32:58  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Thanks for the link, Joe. That's the one. Dad's was dark blue,
heavy, handled the winter roads well. When you closed the door,
it made a deep "thunk" sound that you don't hear nowadays.
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rodeo
Swinger

USA
733 Posts

Posted - 11/05/2011 :  15:04:05  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
My Dad had one before I was born but talked abt it so much that I remember it. When I was about 10 yrs old he bought a 53 Dodge but said it wasn't nearly the car the '39 was.

For all our technological advances, we just can't make 'em like "that Dodge they built in '39".

Thanks, Doug.

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San Diego
Rocker

420 Posts

Posted - 11/06/2011 :  06:53:57  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Diary of An Outlaw by Doug Lang posted 2/11/05.

Put the kettle on and settle in to that gained hour
for a memorable Sunday morning.
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San Diego
Rocker

420 Posts

Posted - 11/10/2011 :  14:21:05  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Early morning in a village of church bells and chickens.
Striped lemon light. Madonna-blue sky. A little Sunday
resurrection. Found notes in my pocket on the way to
Ensenada. Stu left hundreds of notes in my clothes, and
sticky-taped inside cabinets. I still find them. Many
refer to coffee; "coffee's ready," "coffee's all set to
go," "coffee's by the grinder." A note with drawings that
look like Charger lightning bolts, "!!!EARTHQUAKE!!! Under
the table AWAY from the windows. STAY THERE. I'll come."
Two quakes on his birthday. Also on his birthday he backed
up through our closed garage door. He hung a sign in the
garage where I did laundry. STREET OF DREAMS it said.
Arrow pointing to the washing machine. He sent cards for
no occasion in the real mail instead of just leaving them
on the kitchen table. I need to tell him about the coyote
packs camping out behind Macy's mall. I need to ask him
about his Ted Williams shrine and mismatched sets of golf
clubs. I could use the spare room for Thanksgiving. He's
happy our family's coming home with their quirky menu ideas
(daughter-in-law and niece went to culinary school). I'm
OK with jalapeno/tequila cranberry sauce and cayenne brownie
pie, but no to prune/leek sweet potatoes (why do I think of
okra?...) and I'm sure not messin' with Stu's turkey.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2698 Posts

Posted - 11/12/2011 :  06:24:37  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
A shadow crossed the moon tonight
Baby's dressed in black
Says she's going south for awhile
Got a notion she won't be back.

Through her eyes I saw the mysteries unfold
Through her eyes I saw unwritten songs
Through her eyes I felt my spirit set free
Through her eyes I saw it all going wrong

The loving was the best of times
The fighting was always the worst
They say the river's rising,
Yet I'm laying here dying of thirst.
We spent it all as we went along
Leaving nothing for the ashes or dust
Now there's nothing left to start a fire
And there's no one left to trust

Through her eyes I saw the mysteries unfold
Through her eyes I saw unwritten songs
Through her eyes I felt my spirit set free
Through her eyes I saw it all going wrong

The view looking back is so crystal clear
Why can't it be from the start?
If only we could see where we're going
We could save our poor, little hearts.
You get up each morning, you play the game
The sky over the river has changed
The sun is shining, the clouds are all gone
In your heart it still feels like rain.

A shadow crossed the moon tonight
Baby's dressed in black
Says she's going south for awhile
Got a notion she won't be back.

Through her eyes I saw the mysteries unfold
Through her eyes I saw unwritten songs
Through her eyes I felt my spirit set free
Through her eyes I saw it all going wrong.

HB
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Becka
Sitter

95 Posts

Posted - 11/12/2011 :  07:31:51  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"Through her eyes I felt my spirit set free"

We all need someone that will allow us to be free...
Good one, Hank!!
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1512 Posts

Posted - 11/20/2011 :  17:51:18  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Cold blue-finger flight. Touch and go landing.
Overgrown airport lit with flare light. Running
across a weedy field. Dark car idling on the fire
road. Familiar strangeness. Cherished face. Rear
view mirror in the middle of the night. Two sides
to every Border story.
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Grania
Rocker

103 Posts

Posted - 11/23/2011 :  15:00:23  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply

Happy Birthday, Reverend B.
It's been a pleasure traveling with you.
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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5416 Posts

Posted - 11/23/2011 :  23:24:27  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Birthday wishes to you, Rev, from coast to coast.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2698 Posts

Posted - 11/26/2011 :  08:03:49  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
You were stronger than you thought you were
When the world let you down
The screams curled round inside your head
But you never made a sound
You asked if I really meant it
That night I said I loved you
Then you crawled under the blankets
Never sure just what was true.

Fantasy's colors turn to black and white
When you give it a little time
Spirits move, the moon's aglow
Two worlds begin to rhyme

The river flows by another year
The mountains roll to the sea
Road signs passed along the way
Surrender the next key.
We danced behind the waterfall
Your skin was young and clear
We saw a rainbow through the mist
That memory worked for years

Fantasy's colors turn to black and white
When you give it a little time
Spirits move, the moon's aglow
Two worlds begin to rhyme

The house turns cold, the heat pipes bang
Tomorrow's another working day
What's been lost and what's been gained
As we struggle on our way?
You were stronger than you thought you were
When the world let you down
The screams curled round inside your head
But you never made a sound

Fantasy's colors turn to black and white
When you give it a little time
Spirits move, the moon's aglow
Two worlds begin to rhyme

HB 2011
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Becka
Sitter

95 Posts

Posted - 11/26/2011 :  12:47:09  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I vote this to be the best verse....



The river flows by another year
The mountains roll to the sea
Road signs passed along the way
Surrender the next key
.
We danced behind the waterfall
Your skin was young and clear
We saw a rainbow through the mist
That memory worked for years


Wowza! You done up and learnt to write!!
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BarbraG
Windchimer

1802 Posts

Posted - 11/29/2011 :  23:15:22  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
There is no rhyme nor reason
.. to the way things are going down ..
...It's all I can do to stand upright
.When I take a walk downtown ..
No one sees me walking by
..and I don't stop to see
If anyone is starting to cry --
.. at the idea of seeing .. me !
I lost my love and heart one day ..
.. with never a warning in sight ..
He just got in the car and rode away
.. And, left me alone in the night ..
He just left me .. alone..
in the night ..
Sadness and heartache now live on the street ..
where, once long ago .. we happened to meet
..Good night, Dear Heart, wherever you are
I'll just look up tonight, and wish on that star --
... wish on that star ..

BGee
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Bill Smith
Windchimer

2381 Posts

Posted - 11/30/2011 :  00:05:51  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I was sittin' in the porch swing down there in Cooidge, Texas, with BB (that's what we called my grandma), and I was asking her about Big Papa (that's what they called my grandpa - he died during the year before I was born). I was very curious about death and how folks just keep going on afterward. She said, "I miss him everyday." I already knew that ... just by the way she acted. I looked up at her and told her that I would be scared to die. She put her arm around me and said, "Don't worry, Billy, when you get old it won't scare you." She was right.

I learned a lot on that porch swing. They had sidewalks in those days and a lot of the neighbors just walked by every evening and said hello and admired the flowers in the front yard and talked about the weather and their gardens and the price of whatever down at the main street grocery store. After dark I loved the high tech luxury of an electric fan and a radio that had tubes glowing in the back ... and .... innocence. Times gone by.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1512 Posts

Posted - 12/18/2011 :  17:32:06  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
They're in December...moving toward the shortest day which he says will be the most romantic. He insists on early candles. Sentiment being more powerful than logic. Her hair is dark and long. Caught in the tortise shell comb he found at Batiquitos. "Shhh..." he says. His cupped hand under her chin. Hieroglyphics at the high tide mark like ink running under a water color wash. Pacific secrets in the riffled sand. Stars and blinking lizards. The bones to start something.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1512 Posts

Posted - 12/19/2011 :  20:28:41  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Chloe and Mortimer. They had a high time together more 'an thirty years ago. When Mortimer passed, Chloe went over to the Home. Then that young singer feller came by. You know, the one who used to sit in the corner booth drinkin' coffee and smokin' cigarettes. He had that beat-up brown satchel full of writin' papers he'd spread all over the table. Saw him waitin' in the Lobby lookin' out through the
garden door where Chloe was takin' the sun. "Hurts me to see her like that," he said. "All closed up in her nightie...no shoulders. Bothers me nobody comes to see her." I clearly remember him sayin' that. And the pained look in his eyes. "You did," I said. "Yeah, well..." he said, and followed the attendent down the long hall. They got on real swell, those two. An' he took to stoppin' by every other week. Brought his guitar sometimes. Yeah. You'd hear them both laughin'. He sang about the weather alot. Sunshine and rain. Oh, what was his name? Shoot! It's right on the tip of my tongue. Blue eyes, he had. Truly blue.
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Becka
Sitter

95 Posts

Posted - 12/28/2011 :  16:56:05  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Wow! We had the same kind of evenings in Bessemer, Alabama as they did in Coolidge, Texas.... 'cept we didn't have sidewalks. xx
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Originally posted by Bill Smith

I was sittin' in the porch swing down there in Cooidge, Texas, with BB (that's what we called my grandma), and I was asking her about Big Papa (that's what they called my grandpa - he died during the year before I was born). I was very curious about death and how folks just keep going on afterward. She said, "I miss him everyday." I already knew that ... just by the way she acted. I looked up at her and told her that I would be scared to die. She put her arm around me and said, "Don't worry, Billy, when you get old it won't scare you." She was right.

I learned a lot on that porch swing. They had sidewalks in those days and a lot of the neighbors just walked by every evening and said hello and admired the flowers in the front yard and talked about the weather and their gardens and the price of whatever down at the main street grocery store. After dark I loved the high tech luxury of an electric fan and a radio that had tubes glowing in the back ... and .... innocence. Times gone by.

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buckman
Firefly

USA
2698 Posts

Posted - 01/07/2012 :  20:40:52  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I could have sworn I had told her
I had nothing left to give
The future made no promises
Velvet days and nights were lived.
[The spark tastes too delicious
It's so hard to be denied
Our hearts are fed by wishes
And starved by foolish pride.]

It's what dreams are made of
On starry starry nights
It's what leads to madness
And the wrong thing feeling right.
It's the agony and ecstacy
With almost nothing in between
It's what makes us bear the world
The leaves fall, the grass turns green

We do the dance and we lick our lips
And we never see the bruise
It's a lover that we think we want
It's a friend we always lose.
[The lips, the nights, the tangled hair
Then days without desire
It doesn't take a hurricane
To take the spark out of the fire.]

It's what dreams are made of
On starry starry nights
It's what leads to madness
And the wrong thing feeling right.
It's the agony and ecstacy
With almost nothing in between
It's what makes us bear the world
The leaves fall, the grass turns green

I could have sworn I had told her
I had nothing left to give
The future made no promises
Velvet days and nights were lived.
[The spark tastes too delicious
It's so hard to be denied
Our hearts are fed by wishes
And starved by foolish pride.]




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rodeo
Swinger

USA
733 Posts

Posted - 01/12/2012 :  11:41:43  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Once again, sir, you have read my mail.

"...I'm torn...my heart is worn
down to the coals and ashes that are all that's left
when the fire is nearly gone..." circle c, jhurt,jhutch,jraley

rjr
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