Mickey Newbury Web Board
Mickey Newbury Web Board
Home | Profile | Register | Active Topics | Members | Search | FAQ
Username:
Password:
Save Password
Forgot your Password? | Admin Options

 All Forums
 The Back Porch
 Open Topic
 The Nightly Vigil
 New Topic  Reply to Topic
 Printer Friendly
Previous Page | Next Page
Author  Topic Next Topic
Page: of 151 Lock Topic Edit Topic Delete Topic New Topic Reply to Topic

buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 08/27/2005 :  10:21:32  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
It's a hangover Saturday...

Dreaming of dancing in the
living room with Barb to Blue Bayou...

Back to reality, Buck
Sitting in the backyard
Drinking Jamesons
Readin Cormac McCarthy's
No Country for old men...
Aint't that the ****in A truth
By Golly...
Betcha by golly wow....

Rev B
Go to Top of Page

buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 08/27/2005 :  10:51:04  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I sat on the side of the bed in the dark room over the saloon... Carmelita came to me and sat, right in front of my face, and said, quietly...
Buck, how long do you think you can keep running on nothing but luck?You need more than whiskey and air and smoke to keep you alive, but you do nothing about it... I have had enough of it and i am no more to be here.... Do you even hear me?

I watched her limp away, once again....
Taking everything that was beautiful in my life with her...

Rev Buckman


http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
Go to Top of Page

buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 08/28/2005 :  18:16:55  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Jesse Matthew Beukema....Jan 24,1974-August 28,1992... Run my boy....Oh Run, my boy....
Go to Top of Page

Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3749 Posts

Posted - 08/28/2005 :  18:34:52  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
quote:
Originally posted by buckman

Jesse Matthew Beukema....Jan 24,1974-August 28,1992... Run my boy....Oh Run, my boy....



Love ya Hank. Love ya, man. Mean it.

Craig
Go to Top of Page

Joe Z
Windchimer

USA
1772 Posts

Posted - 08/28/2005 :  18:38:55  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I am a better person because of you, Hank.

Love ya partner,

Joe

Edited by - Joe Z on 08/28/2005 18:49:30
Go to Top of Page

Ailinn
Windchimer

1618 Posts

Posted - 08/30/2005 :  21:12:06  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
We're back from The Badlands. Where irrigation ends sand begins. A gang out there for the weekend. Our crews and their families. Lots of kids. All they wanted were pool floats. Not to be had in Borrego Springs. So we drove 42 miles to the Wal Mart Super Store in Indio. S2 to the 86 to the 111. Date land. Coachella Valley. Finally, "Follow me," Adolfo says even though I'm barefoot. Garden to Toys to Hardware to Outdoor Living. Several city blocks long. "Sorry, that's a seasonal item," Yolanda in Customer Service tells Stu. "Yolanda, it's 106 at 9pm," Stu says, his jaw and cheekbones tightening, "just what do you mean by 'seasonal'?" "Honey, there's a Target in the next mall," I say. Where we lucked out and the floors were cleaner.
Go to Top of Page

Ailinn
Windchimer

1618 Posts

Posted - 08/30/2005 :  21:16:39  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
When he speaks to her he changes her name. Under the omni-potent lightning-striped sky. Trees sway and wave their leaves greenly agreeing. Hearts full of thorns and suspicious history lay down on the refectory table. Fire in the tamarisk grove. Unreliable twilight with its flickering memory where Fate waits outside the right dark. In his cupped hands he still holds the grid of all the fallen constellations.
Go to Top of Page

buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 08/31/2005 :  16:47:54  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Momma sat on that roof and cried for two days.... We last saw daddy as he was swept off the roof into what used to be the street in front of our house... Some people are sayin that this is God's way of cleanin things up, but we wasn't never all that dirty, I didn't think... I'm sorry, God, for that time I went to bed without washin my feet, but I didn't think nobody woulda knowed that cept for Maynard... Can we have our daddy back, God? and my Teddy, Ralphie?

Molly
Go to Top of Page

buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 08/31/2005 :  18:07:21  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Now, I wancha to know first off, I ain't got no politics... I just work and feed the family... And I don't wanna be disrespectful, but when the man in charge says that this will make us stronger, I gotta shake my head... Have ya been to Southern Miss'ippi in August? Have ya been two blocks from the casinos in Biloxi....? Boy, we'se already stronger, what we need now is more walkin and less talkin... Thassall I gotta say, get that mike away from me....

Lester Figgins, Bay Christian
Go to Top of Page

Ailinn
Windchimer

1618 Posts

Posted - 09/01/2005 :  19:58:43  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
~Wednesday afternoon August 31, 2005~ 34 year old Samuel Thompson moves from the Superdome to the safer New Orleans Arena. He rests his black case on a table. Nearby a man in a wheelchair with no legs. Thompson pops the two locks on the case and lifts the violin from its red cradle. He holds it to his neck, closes his eyes and plays a mournful tune. A National Guardsman applauds quietly when the song ends. Thompson nods and then plays the Andante from Bach's Sonata in A Minor. A few sad souls listen intently. "These people have nothing. I have a violin. And I should play for them. They should have something," Thompson said.

After a story in the Los Angeles Times this morning by Scott Gold.

They have our prayers.

Go to Top of Page

Ailinn
Windchimer

1618 Posts

Posted - 09/01/2005 :  20:04:42  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
She's outside looking in. Frost is her aura. Fire is his. Hands thrust out before him. Folded. Head bowed over the table under anxious Paradise. A morning prayer before his first cigarette. Before the first taste of coffee touches his lips. At his elbow the list of everything he assigns to the garden. Unfinished still. Corners curling. Many items crossed out with gold ink. Ink on his thumb. Golden fingerprints where his write hand pauses. Scorched paper on the floor at his feet.
Go to Top of Page

buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 09/02/2005 :  15:52:07  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
[Sing it aloud to a Newbury Waltz time with fiddles and flutes]

Play me a melody
Deep from your heart
Play your fiddle Rosie
We're hungry and dyin
An' sorely in pain
We need a dance from you Josie

We was always a family
That helped themself
But the waters came in too fast
So play us a song
Give us a dance
Don't know how long we can last...

Rev B

http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/

Edited by - buckman on 09/06/2005 16:48:47
Go to Top of Page

Ailinn
Windchimer

1618 Posts

Posted - 09/02/2005 :  19:27:17  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
His ruby at the top of the mast.
His sapphire and diamond highway.
Hummingbirds in an irridescent crown
around his forehead.
Go to Top of Page

buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 09/02/2005 :  20:42:24  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"My last thought as the water came
to take me was of Him..."

How I had believed for 50 yrs
That His love would save me...

I am a good man....

I have been a good man>..

They tell me that's not enough..

Then,.....

You try to live thru
What I've lived thru and
Tell me it's not enough....

Give me a God that Knows me....

Rev Buckman


http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/

Edited by - buckman on 09/03/2005 11:21:10
Go to Top of Page

Ailinn
Windchimer

1618 Posts

Posted - 09/05/2005 :  19:50:40  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
We sold out of everything. Ralph's Christmas shawl off my shoulders with his nodding approval. Mirella's sombrero-shaped cut-sterling earrings. Still counting when we left to walk home. Sending money because they've no place for stuff. Under the strobe-lit sun's waning display this was a day to reach across the sky, or through it. To grasp His reaching hand's hallowed intensity. We're a gang having hamburgers for supper, then sleeping the sleep. Bless us all under His ornamental stars.
Go to Top of Page

aussiedave
Swinger

Australia
506 Posts

Posted - 09/06/2005 :  03:37:22  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send aussiedave a Yahoo! Message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
.......i was invited to preach the Word of God to our two congregations last month.

i preached the whole of Psalm 74.

a desperate cry for help.
"Why O God, have you abandoned your people" the psalmist cries out.

"Why have you abandoned the sheep of your pasture"
"Why have you cast us off from yourself"

the temple of God had been completely obliterated by God's enemies and the nation of Israel had been taken into exile.

"how long will we be in exile" the psalmist implores God.

"please return and deal with your enemies,for the sake of your glorious name" the psalmist cries.

a desperate cry for help.

do you feel as if God has abandoned you, my friend?

"Eli Eli lama sabachthani" Our Lord cries out upon the cross.
which means "My God My God, why have you forsaken me?"

He took your sin and my sin, He took your pain and my pain, He took the punishment meant for you and me, He died in our place, He was judged guilty so that we could be set free.

He came back from the dead>>>>>>>>>> and so have I, my friend

I am alive In Christ and will never die.

Hebrews 13:5 I will NEVER leave you nor forsake you.

I will always believe in His promises.

AD

Go to Top of Page

buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 09/06/2005 :  16:45:03  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Thank you, AD..... Hank
Go to Top of Page

buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 09/06/2005 :  16:47:05  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The delicate scent of her
Remained in my mind long after
She left me...
Tonight I whispered her name
To the moon and
She winked at me...
Oh, Barbie, thank you,
I thought you had forgotten me...


Spankie
Go to Top of Page

Ailinn
Windchimer

1618 Posts

Posted - 09/06/2005 :  20:02:24  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
September's empty beach. Two figures from a Dali painting. Dripping seaweed. Their shadows each 40 feet tall. They lay down together. Close to the ocean. Sandpipers on stilts skating by in the shallows. Seagulls and thumb-size dragons. Puffing lizards for company. Trumpet vine spilling over sandstone cliffs. Sunset. A flame spreading red on the water. Four counties long. Mexico to Malibu.
Go to Top of Page

buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 09/06/2005 :  21:34:50  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The caves near the Little Sur River were home... The Oakland Angels brought me food sometimes and wine that was laced with everything Leary had ever dreamt of... They taught me how to hang over the water from the rocks and pry off the abalone that we could cook and then sell the shells in Carmel for ashtrays.... The cold wind that came from Japan made me call the collies to sleep with me... I learned that the bikers called a really cold night a three dog night...

Rev Buckman

http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
Go to Top of Page
Page: of 151  Topic Next Topic   Lock Topic Edit Topic Delete Topic New Topic Reply to Topic
Previous Page | Next Page
 New Topic  Reply to Topic
 Printer Friendly
Jump To:
Mickey Newbury Web Board © 2003 Mickeynewbury.com Go To Top Of Page
Snitz Forums 2000