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booty
Sitter

USA
93 Posts

Posted - 12/12/2005 :  21:35:20  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
A lovely girl, a handsome boy unknown
Into a man a woman they may grow
Maybe to the point of genius
While some may be left a little shy
And obviously they come in all sorts and sizes
--But there is a place
Where they're served a generous portion
By an unselfish Madre D D, should I stutter
You get my drift leading
To laughter and singing through one's inhibitions
Having no rhyme or reason
And some needless to say or quiet old --
Where a good time is had by all
And in this coming together undifferentiated I guess you'd say
One learns in time -- just down the road
Not very far at all
There is hope
In the making of a singular place -- unto which we tread.

Booty
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1781 Posts

Posted - 12/14/2005 :  19:01:47  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"One learns in time-- just down the road
Not very far at all
There is hope
In the making of a singular place-- unto which we tread."

A beautiful thought. Thank you, Booty!
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1781 Posts

Posted - 12/14/2005 :  19:09:21  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Where the ravens laugh, he takes her into the sky. High shoes fall to soft-leafed ground before they leave the stippled pathway. The sacred, sheltered place where canopied trees bow down. Where waves escape beyond the sand and earthern berm. Dirt smears his cheek and chin. His blue eyes fervently burn. The intensity of his gaze, so grave and brazen when he speaks of secrets with nothing lost. Her eyes, two dark complicit circles above the treeline.
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booty
Sitter

USA
93 Posts

Posted - 12/14/2005 :  22:16:56  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Ailinn....thanks -- I'm trying but mine doesn't come easy.

Walk with me in the heat of the day among the cool water where
beautiful flowers grow. Along green banks birds will adorn the
yellow popular, beech, and red woods that reach to the sky. Through
vulgar gorges with jagged rocks we will go dashing unscathed from here to there flowing free, oh so free, from a seasonal stream unknown -- to an ever more expansive sea.

Booty
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booty
Sitter

USA
93 Posts

Posted - 12/14/2005 :  23:07:55  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Blown by the wind a foul incense
That wayward turn, an unseemly appetence.
The wind imparts, the wind dispense
And natures amiss, amiss from thence.

And wary will not swain as I
Unknown to Olympian heights where Campbell muse
Commercing civil liberties that erudite ply
Between assent and doubt, and refuse.

Lest higher does he the ingrained rove
To passion's winnowing touch
Unchaffed out there to wisdom's distant cove
Would sentient beauty ev'r stay as such.

The Levantine wind blows as it conceives
And bliss is born to sail on inherent argosies.

Booty
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2703 Posts

Posted - 12/15/2005 :  04:43:47  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"Far off,
The world falls like a bomb towards
Its own destruction. I have
Ceased to hear it. I no longer
Have any theories about it.
I no longer have any
Philosophy. All of my
Capacity for tragedy
Is exhausted. I tread softly,
Listening to the earth in the
Moonlight. Peace flows without stopping.
The peace is illimitable
The clear glory is without end."

Kenneth Rexroth


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

USA
93 Posts

Posted - 12/15/2005 :  20:44:59  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Unnoticed
A small bird
Lay dazed
Unable to fly.
Becoming aware
Conscious of the pain
A skyward beauty
Flew high above
On its majestic flight.
(The tender meaningfulness
winds up under.)

The little bird's wings wast broke.

Booty

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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5428 Posts

Posted - 12/17/2005 :  00:49:39  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
They put up road-blocks
They dimmed all the signs
They planted cannons
They mined the squares
Where are you, love?
After you disappeared we became
The love that screams
We became the distances
For the happy days we longed
The days of staying up on the road
The long walks
The rendezvous at the old restaurant

O love of Beirut, O love of days
They will come back, Beirut
Our days will come back


It is the second summer
Since you vanished
The moon is broken
Is it true you may forget me
My defeated love?
I went back to my house
My house was not there
Only smoke and twisted beams
No rose and no fence

O love of Beirut, O love of days
They will come back, Beirut
Our days will come back



-this is a translation of a lyric
sung by legendary Lebanese singer, Fairuz,
written by her husband, Assi Rahbani


visit http://www.betterdaysradio.blogspot.com

Edited by - Doug L on 12/17/2005 00:51:34
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2703 Posts

Posted - 12/17/2005 :  04:23:16  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"Jesus Was An Only Son"

Jesus was an only son
As he walked up Calvary Hill
His mother Mary walking beside him
In the path where his blood spilled
Jesus was an only son
In the hills of Nazareth
As he lay reading the Psalms of David
At his mother's feet

A mother prays, "Sleep tight, my child, sleep well
For I'll be at your side
That no shadow, no darkness, no tolling bell,
Shall pierce your dreams this night"

In the garden at Gethsemane
He prayed for the life he'd never live,
He beseeched his Heavenly Father to remove
The cup of death from his lips

Now there's a loss that can never be replaced,
A destination that can never be reached
A light you'll never find in another's face,
A sea whose distance cannot be breached

Well Jesus kissed his mother's hands
Whispered, "Mother, still your tears,
For remember the soul of the universe
Willed a world and it appeared

[Bruce Springsteen]
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Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3772 Posts

Posted - 12/17/2005 :  04:32:43  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"Poetry too is a little incarnation, giving body to what had been before invisible and inaudible."

cs lewis
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2703 Posts

Posted - 12/17/2005 :  10:56:18  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Thank you, Craig.... I have almost everything C S Lewis ever wrote.... good job... HB

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

1781 Posts

Posted - 12/17/2005 :  18:54:53  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
A ghost ship rocking in the harbor. A full moon pulling the tide. He is waiting in the bow searching the coastline. He lowers the skiff soundlessly. Leans easily into the oars. Brings the boat in under the sacred trees conflagrant green. When the stars go high he arrives at the gate. Unlocks the days travail. Steps through the blue door and makes the cut. Blends the blood ineffably.
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booty
Sitter

USA
93 Posts

Posted - 12/17/2005 :  22:05:41  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Thoughtfulness

May you always think of today and will your world a better place. To those unfortunate dark times reflect on them as a lovely rainbow after a bad storm. To think all sad yesterdays long past and an unfavorable tomorrow of no concern wills then today that only you alone can bring to a happy end. Then as time shall surely pass and things go afoul to lay waste all you hold dear, it will always be the more reason to have given yourself and have forever to enjoy just your one today -- that make so many lonely happy.

Booty
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2703 Posts

Posted - 12/18/2005 :  10:24:05  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Booty, please continue to join us here.... I love your writing and look forward to seeing it here in this special little room.... Hank

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

1781 Posts

Posted - 12/19/2005 :  20:10:41  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
In Durrow's font she writes the tale. Dragons and mythical birds appear. Bright-eyed and long-taloned. He lifts the lid on the chest with its ancient, Celtic symbols. The dust of past centuries holds them in thrall. See how the Angels tremble when he hands her the bow and the quiver. His tempered sword and burnished suit of mail.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2703 Posts

Posted - 12/20/2005 :  20:54:59  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Martina asked me if you could hear the sound of
One heart breaking
If there was no one there to care...
I said that the movement of the air from
One hand clapping could cause a
Hurricane on the other side of
The Earth....
She said
What little mind you had left
When I first met you
Has gone totally mad...

I said, Yes, I've noticed,
But it's the only charming quality
I still have...


Rev Buckman


http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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Joey L.
Swinger

USA
1372 Posts

Posted - 12/20/2005 :  21:24:53  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Ailinn,

What dost thoy sayest 'bout that grand bird/beast, the "Gryfin". Beyond Celtic, but perchance Aryan. She sits diligently in my library, my truest hearth-treasure.

Hank,

You gotta come visit me in South Dakota. I mean, hey, the last time I was in New York, I was ticketed for double parking --- and that was just outside the Polish Consulate!!!

Joey L.

The Future's Not ...
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1781 Posts

Posted - 12/20/2005 :  22:46:27  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
She may be your Muse. More salt than sugar. Shorebirds remember. Aye, Joey. When the Druids chant and throw their hammered cups to sea. When the sea is stretched tight to the sky. "...sure, you traveled this road before," he says. He looks both ways here. A bad intersection. "More accidents than anyplace else," he says. "No kidding," she says, surprised.
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Joey L.
Swinger

USA
1372 Posts

Posted - 12/20/2005 :  22:53:13  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Ailinn,

DAMNED if you didn't hit my nailhead straight on.

When I have enough to spare, I'd like to share some with you.

Joey

The Future's Not ...
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aussiedave
Swinger

Australia
506 Posts

Posted - 12/21/2005 :  02:33:37  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send aussiedave a Yahoo! Message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Philippians 2:7&8<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

Lord,

..help me to be a servant..



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