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Ailinn
Windchimer

1841 Posts

Posted - 02/01/2005 :  21:11:39  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
..once the world was here and easy. Clear and close to hand. Her earrings whispered. Her skirts swept her ankles when they traveled through the snow globe bazaar. Confetti drifting down from the palm trees. Stars falling upside-down. Through balconied minerets the jewel-throated hummingbirds flew. And flew. An acappella chorus in the courtyard. High voices. Berry-size bells...
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2703 Posts

Posted - 02/02/2005 :  00:37:42  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
There are windchimes hanging in back of the house next door, that I never ever heard until barb died.... I swear to god.... They soothe me now.... Hank
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2703 Posts

Posted - 02/02/2005 :  00:40:14  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
From "To Ireland in the Coming Times" by William Butler Yeats.

"While still I may, I write for you
The love I lived, the dream I knew.
From our birthday, until we die,
Is but the winking of an eye;
And we, our singing and our love,
What measurer Time has lit above,
And all benighted things that go
About my table to and fro,
Are passing on to where may be,
In truth's consuming ecstasy,
No place for love and dream at all;
For God goes by with white footfall.
I cast my heart into my rhymes,
That you, in the dim coming times,
May know how my heart went with them
After the red-rose-bordered hem."

For Ailinn and San Diego- Hank


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Ailinn
Windchimer

1841 Posts

Posted - 02/02/2005 :  20:41:07  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Thank you, Sir Hank. I hope life is being kind to you. Keep your eyes in the sky, okay.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1841 Posts

Posted - 02/02/2005 :  21:04:44  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Well, now... I see you're in the fig preserves again. You jus' make sure you lick them sticky fingers 'fore you climb back into bed. Sweet dreams.
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aussiedave
Swinger

Australia
506 Posts

Posted - 02/03/2005 :  06:01:43  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send aussiedave a Yahoo! Message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"true love knows no comparisons".....AD

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aussiedave
Swinger

Australia
506 Posts

Posted - 02/03/2005 :  06:04:07  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send aussiedave a Yahoo! Message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
'goodnight sweet prince'........goodnight.
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andrew p
Firefly

USA
3936 Posts

Posted - 02/03/2005 :  08:18:02  Show Profile  Visit andrew p's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
He took thier senior prom picture from his wallet, as he sat down on the park bench to wait for her.

It had been almost 40 years since he had seen her. Would he recognize her? Would she recognize HIM?
Would she just get back in the taxi, and ride off into the sunset, out of his life again...forever.

They had been "going steady" for almost 2 years when her Dad suddenly took a new job in a different state...one morining...she was gone.

But last night, he had received a late night phone call...
"Hello...is this really you?" she asked...
tears began to run down his face...
and those old familiar forgotten feelings came rushing back over him, like a warm summer rain-shower...

They talked for awhile, and he found out that she had been married for 34 years, and her husband had passed away 4 years ago.
He had had lost his wife 13 months ago.
she asked if they could meet tomorrow...in the park where they used to go.

On the drive to the park, he stopped at a florist shop, and bought her a single red rose.

So, here he was, waiting nervously for her, hoping she would not stand him up.
He waited for an hour, then decided it was time to put her memory back away, and go home.
As he was walking thru the park, towards his car...a Taxi pulled up at the park entrance...

and there she was.

A little older, her hair was gray, but she was still the beautiful girl he remembered from 40 years ago.
They both just stood and looked, not even speaking...barely breathing...
and then she broke the silence: "I was traveling thru, and I took a chance and looked in the phone book to find your number...I hope you don't mind."
and he felt as if 40 years had been lifted from his shoulders...
He took her hand in his, and led her to a park bench, where they sat and talked quietly for what seemed hours.
Then suddenly, she said, "I really need to go", as she stood up to leave.
He replied, "Please wait! Before you go, there is something I need to show you,"
as he pulled his wallet from his back pocket.
He handed her the faded, cracked, prom photo that he had carried in his wallet all these years.

She started to cry.
He pulled her into his arms, and they both cried.
Finally, she broke away from his embrace, and turned to leave...
she spun on her heels, returned to him, leaned up and kissed him on the cheek...then she walked away.

and he remembered what it was, as well as what it might have been.

as he slowly walked back to his car, he realized he was still holding the single red rose.
he walked over to a trash can, and tossed the rose in.

"True love has no end...only a beginning." he said outloud.

Smiling, as he carefully tucked the picture back into his wallet.

andrew

Edited by - andrew p on 02/03/2005 11:38:47
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ColoradoKidd
Swinger

USA
880 Posts

Posted - 02/03/2005 :  11:24:58  Show Profile  Visit ColoradoKidd's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
WOW...Care to shed some like on this. Is this a real story?

Kurt R. Milliken
ColoradoKidd
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andrew p
Firefly

USA
3936 Posts

Posted - 02/03/2005 :  11:37:20  Show Profile  Visit andrew p's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
a REAL story?

a few years ago I made a woodburning on a old board for Pam that says:
"true love has no end...only a beginning"

seeing that just made me think of how the story ends....

so no, not really an accurate truth...just imaginary truth.
but it could happen & probably has.

thanks for asking.

andrew

REMEMBER: proofread carefully to see if you any words out
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2703 Posts

Posted - 02/03/2005 :  16:24:27  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Excellente, Monsieur Polka..... Rev

http://members.tripod.com/buckmaniac/index.htm
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1841 Posts

Posted - 02/03/2005 :  17:25:44  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Andrew, I love your story.
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andrew p
Firefly

USA
3936 Posts

Posted - 02/03/2005 :  20:43:59  Show Profile  Visit andrew p's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
H & A...
thanks for the kind words...I am flattered...this coming from amazing storytellers/writers, like you two...

andrew

REMEMBER: proofread carefully to see if you any words out

Edited by - andrew p on 02/03/2005 20:46:06
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2703 Posts

Posted - 02/04/2005 :  03:17:20  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
My river no longer answers me, kind of like God...
I used to command a mood and The Hudson jumped into action
And rolled over, wagged it's tail and begged for more
Now it goes to New York City every day and
Never takes me...
My river never takes me anywhere anymore and has
Become a fat, dirty, smelly old man that never wants sex
Anymore unless it is drunk
When I said that I wanted Ol Man River sung at my funeral
It started getting cocky and now I can see that
Going "up da river" to Sing Sing is a
no no
now now...
Rev Buckman AA DD STP LBJ
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2703 Posts

Posted - 02/04/2005 :  03:27:53  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I woke to Carmelita shaking me and yelling, Are you thru? Are you finally thru with your green bottle and your stupid storytelling in the dark?
I told her that I could only promise her today................... Then I added..... 'til noon.... and laughed, with my head back...
As she slammed thru the door, limping out of the cafe, I noticed that she looked as beautiful from any direction.... Rev Buckman
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1841 Posts

Posted - 02/04/2005 :  20:00:36  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
She said, "It's a hearts hard decision but I'm faraway bound. Away from these beautiful green killing Counties marching with countrymen. Away from the songs of brothers and sisters singing of war and guns." He said, "You've the hand of a child and the heart of a woman. And nothing can keep you from leaving and nothing can stop me from wanting you to stay. Aye, and goodbye, lass. Fare-thee-well, then." He shouldered her duffel and walked into the morning grey. Dawn on the wharf. Stevedores loading supplies aboard. Loud tattoos. Diamond tears falling. A long wail o'er the water. The Devil lashed to the mainsail. Doubting and sorry.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2703 Posts

Posted - 02/05/2005 :  17:22:02  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
It's amazing how someone can leave someone, by their own decision and yet miss them and regret it for the rest of their days... There are many reasons for someone to do it, all of them hard... Armed Forces Duty, a career, a promise made and kept, a new love, a concern about dragging someone down if they stay... Whatever the reason, there are times when someone leaves another that there are hearts broken on both sides... And there is a haunting feeling on both sides, always wondering, one, what could they have done to make them stay, and the other wondering what's going to happen to the other now that I have broken their heart? If you love somebody, do whatever you can to keep them loving you... If you are thinking of leaving someone you have been with for a long time, think long and hard about how you will feel after you've done it... There is no going back; life is not the game some of us thought it might be when we were younger... It's a twisting turning river and sometimes it's hard to tell if it's the rudder or the wind that determines the course we take...... Rev Buckman
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ColoradoKidd
Swinger

USA
880 Posts

Posted - 02/05/2005 :  17:30:09  Show Profile  Visit ColoradoKidd's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
You got that right Rev! I just hope that we can take what we've learn in this life, into our next. I'd hate to start all over again.

Kurt R. Milliken
ColoradoKidd
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2703 Posts

Posted - 02/06/2005 :  05:01:44  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
There is and will be another story
For each of us...
The long golden tale of each
Precious life...
Some with love,
Some with loss,
Mostly both...
Evry turn in the river
Takes the story to a new place...
Some we choose and
Some are chosen for us...
But, we are each of us
Even Now,
Immortal...
Whether to Heaven or Hell
We will All be
Forever...

That choice is Always
Ours and Ours Alone...

How dim
Sometimes the Light
we follow seems...

But when we get out
From the towns and
Their false glow that
Robs our vision...
Out under nothing but
The sky and His face,
Our eyes will again
divine the light and
The path thru the forest
Shines like the Sun...

Rev Buckman
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1841 Posts

Posted - 02/06/2005 :  21:41:26  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Indiana Jones. Must be Sunday. The Lost Ark. Popcorn and hissing snakes. Don't fall asleep on the sofa! You're both too heavy to carry upstairs. Garbage disposal just busted. Stu's outside with a flashlight, a coat hanger, and a jug of Liquid Plumber. Last load of laundry in and out. Hooray. Ready for Monday.
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