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San Diego
Rocker
394 Posts |
 Posted - 10/15/2011 : 18:16:13
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| It's been a long ride with dear friends. |
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Ailinn
Swinger
1440 Posts |
Posted - 10/15/2011 : 18:21:09
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The spread-open fan of memory. A walk along the Embarcadero.
The carousel and fortune teller's high-sided wagon. The jet-scarred
sky filled with shore birds cries. "...tell ourselves stories to
make sense of our lives..." he said. His story. |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2684 Posts |
Posted - 10/27/2011 : 19:53:47
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Martina asked me to tell her
how the rest of my life went
after her.
I told her that I was mostly high and dry
for a time, but that I got along on my own
after awhile.
I told her that I remembered that she
gave me the rest of her life and
that all she ever asked from me was
all I had left, but all I had left was tears
and that she deserved better at the end.
She said,
I see you've managed to stash away a
few tears for a rainy day.
Good, keep them close, but, please,
Keep dancing.... |
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Joe Z
Windchimer
USA
1738 Posts |
Posted - 10/29/2011 : 15:01:31
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| There's something sad about seeing trees lose their leaves, especially as we grow older. |
Edited by - Joe Z on 10/29/2011 15:40:23 |
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Ailinn
Swinger
1440 Posts |
Posted - 10/29/2011 : 18:55:05
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He watches her hands move against the clay. The vessels she
makes enchant him. Their fullness and fluted edge. Under
crow-tangled branches she fires the piece in a tree hollowed
out by lightning. He brushes cinders away from her cut glass
cheekbones. Her smile is brazen. Her dress is candy-apple red.
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Ailinn
Swinger
1440 Posts |
Posted - 10/29/2011 : 18:58:44
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She said, I have no plot but to keep him alive.
Her heart-shaped shovel and starry tears. Her
ruby-stung ears and bell-tied shoes waterlogged.
The night with its black velvet ribbon undone.
Ash in his hair, honey on his tongue. |
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Doug L
Firefly
Canada
5390 Posts |
Posted - 10/30/2011 : 01:29:31
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BREAUX BRIDGE, LOUISIANA
Breaux Bridge, Louisiana
On the way to New Orleans
A plate of crawfish etouffee
A band of Cajun teens
Twin fiddles and accordion
The washboard player beams
Breaux Bridge, Louisiana
On the way to New Orleans
These young kids know old zydeco
That bow cuts like a knife
Solitude and comin' home
Songs of the shrimping life
Double-stops and two-step hops
Tradition, alive and well
Love and pain and pourin' rain
A dancin' Creole belle
The winds blow in from Kaplan
From Lake Charles, Bayou Noir
The soul of Clifton Chenier
Haunts this roadside bar
Now they play the 'Lovebridge Waltz'
By old Iry LeJeune
Iry's been dead fifty years
He's alive inside this room
A photograph of Harry Chaotes
Framed up on the wall
Queen Ida's there beside him
Smilin' on us all
Give me bontemps tout les temps
Give me Jolie Blonde
Let the music take me back
To better days, long gone
Breaux Bridge, Louisiana
On the way to New Orleans
A plate of crawfish etouffee
A band of Cajun teens
Twin fiddles and accordion
The washboard player beams
Breaux Bridge, Louisiana
On the way to New Orleans
DL |
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Ailinn
Swinger
1440 Posts |
Posted - 11/03/2011 : 19:15:15
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Late in the story. Somewhere near the end.
Quails in the tumbleweed. Bees in the armoire.
The mute fortune teller with her ruby-stung ears.
The puppet master with a bit of sawdust in his pocket.
The rasp of his calloused thumb blazing the word in her palm. |
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Craig
Firefly
Kyrgyzstan
3701 Posts |
Posted - 11/04/2011 : 03:51:27
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quote:
Originally posted by Doug L
BREAUX BRIDGE, LOUISIANA
Breaux Bridge, Louisiana
On the way to New Orleans
A plate of crawfish etouffee
A band of Cajun teens
Twin fiddles and accordion
The washboard player beams
Breaux Bridge, Louisiana
On the way to New Orleans
These young kids know old zydeco
That bow cuts like a knife
Solitude and comin' home
Songs of the shrimping life
Double-stops and two-step hops
Tradition, alive and well
Love and pain and pourin' rain
A dancin' Creole belle
The winds blow in from Kaplan
From Lake Charles, Bayou Noir
The soul of Clifton Chenier
Haunts this roadside bar
Now they play the 'Lovebridge Waltz'
By old Iry LeJeune
Iry's been dead fifty years
He's alive inside this room
A photograph of Harry Chaotes
Framed up on the wall
Queen Ida's there beside him
Smilin' on us all
Give me bontemps tout les temps
Give me Jolie Blonde
Let the music take me back
To better days, long gone
Breaux Bridge, Louisiana
On the way to New Orleans
A plate of crawfish etouffee
A band of Cajun teens
Twin fiddles and accordion
The washboard player beams
Breaux Bridge, Louisiana
On the way to New Orleans
DL
Stomping grounds, mine and Koala's. We lived it. I still do.
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Karen Runk
Firefly
USA
4902 Posts |
Posted - 11/04/2011 : 07:26:57
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Doug L
Firefly
Canada
5390 Posts |
Posted - 11/04/2011 : 15:54:35
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'39 DODGE
Was a cafe, I forget the name
We'd just had fish and chips
And I took for gospel every word
That crossed my daddy's lips
He'd talk of hockey players
Some cat they called Emile
Defrost fan on the windows
My father at the wheel
Of a Dodge they built in '39
Plowing through the snow
On Main Street, in my hometown
Long ago
A few weeks before Christmas
Colder than a fridge
Up the ramp that led across
The Fourth Avenue bridge
Turning left on Coteau
By the Co-Op Store
My legs dangling from the seat
I couldn't reach the floor
Of that Dodge they built in '39
Crunching through the snow
On South Hill, in my hometown
Long ago
Mom was up and waiting
Wood stove on for heat
She made us both a cocoa
A bedtime snack to eat
Pajamas, then I'd brush my teeth
Get a kiss good night
The street outside in silence
Parked under the light
Was a Dodge they built in '39
Covered up with snow
On Duffield Street, my hometown
Long ago
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1797 Posts |
Posted - 11/04/2011 : 21:39:40
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Wonderful reflections, Doug .. I have a few of my own ..
BarbraG |
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rodeo
Swinger
USA
733 Posts |
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Doug L
Firefly
Canada
5390 Posts |
Posted - 11/05/2011 : 11:32:58
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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
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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
394 Posts |
Posted - 11/06/2011 : 06:53:57
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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
394 Posts |
Posted - 11/10/2011 : 14:21:05
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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
2684 Posts |
Posted - 11/12/2011 : 06:24:37
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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.
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Becka
Sitter
91 Posts |
Posted - 11/12/2011 : 07:31:51
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"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
Swinger
1440 Posts |
Posted - 11/20/2011 : 17:51:18
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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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