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Ailinn
Swinger
1441 Posts |
 Posted - 12/17/2005 : 18:54:53
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| 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
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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.
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2684 Posts |
Posted - 12/18/2005 : 10:24:05
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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
Swinger
1441 Posts |
Posted - 12/19/2005 : 20:10:41
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| 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
2684 Posts |
Posted - 12/20/2005 : 20:54:59
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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
1328 Posts |
Posted - 12/20/2005 : 21:24:53
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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
Swinger
1441 Posts |
Posted - 12/20/2005 : 22:46:27
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| 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
1328 Posts |
Posted - 12/20/2005 : 22:53:13
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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
Rocker
Australia
472 Posts |
Posted - 12/21/2005 : 02:33:37
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>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Philippians 2:7&8<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
Lord,
..help me to be a servant..
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Ailinn
Swinger
1441 Posts |
Posted - 12/21/2005 : 20:16:05
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We have lost even this twilight.
No one saw us this evening hand in hand
while the blue night dropped on the world.
I have seen from my window
the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.
Sometimes a piece of sun
burned like a coin between my hands.
I remembered you with my soul clenched
in that sadness on mine that you know.
Where were you then?
Who else was there?
Saying, what?
Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly
when I am sad and feel you are far away?
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2684 Posts |
Posted - 12/23/2005 : 15:56:32
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ALONE
I never thought Michiko would come back
after she died. But if she did, I knew
it would be as a lady in a long white dress.
It is strange that she has returned
as somebody's dalmation. I meet
the man walking her on a leash
almost every week. He says good morning
and I stoop down to calm her. He said
once that she was never like that with
other people. Sometimes she is tethered
on the lawn when I go by. If nobody
is around, I sit on the grass. When she
finally quiets, she puts her head in my lap
and we watch each other's eyes as I whisper
in her soft ears. She cares nothing about
the mystery. She likes it best when
I touch her head and tell her small
things about my days and our friends.
That makes her happy the way it always did.
-Jack Gilbert
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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booty
Sitter
USA
93 Posts |
Posted - 12/24/2005 : 01:34:25
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I've stood beside the road
And saw both ways
I've seen the good and bad
and near sighted displays
Though I became battered
With withered limbs and old
Be it there I'm indebted
This old walnut to lay hold
The coming and going in life
Is a place either can be seen
To bear the trappings of strife
Along side there bent between
A tree grows from a seed
While the seed is of the tree
And neither knows the need
In their passing it to be
I have seen one happy come
And the other sadly go
While in time with wisdom
They will singularly grow.
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Karen Runk
Firefly
USA
4902 Posts |
Posted - 12/24/2005 : 11:17:58
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That is beautiful, Booty.
(just talked to Meeks, he said you guys can go own and own by phone, like you knew each other or something) 
Merry Christmas, Booty
Karen Runk |
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Ailinn
Swinger
1441 Posts |
Posted - 12/24/2005 : 14:39:59
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| The biggest Department Store in town. A block long on Main Street. Six windows of Christmas time magic. A moonlit village with steepled Churches. Smoke rising from red brick chimneys in plump donut rings. Halos around everything. A Hans Brinker skating pond edged with sleds. Santa's workshop. Reindeers and Lionel locomotives. Elves in buckled boots and tiny leather aprons. Mouths full of shiny nails. Mrs. Claus's Olde Time Bakery Shoppe. Gingerbread men running out of the ovens under clouds of spun sugar steam. Candy cane smocks and striped stockings. Pointy-toed red slippers and holly hats with bells. A big calendar hanging crooked to mark the last day. "Twas the night before..." it says. Kids with their noses pressed up against the glass sucking their hair into icicles. And...just over there...by the streetlamp... Under snowflakes gently falling... POe. |
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Karen Runk
Firefly
USA
4902 Posts |
Posted - 12/24/2005 : 14:50:39
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Merry Christmas to you, Ro.
Karen Runk |
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Ailinn
Swinger
1441 Posts |
Posted - 12/28/2005 : 18:55:21
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| Off Mulholland one week past the Winter Solstice. Seven more minutes of lavish light. She knew he was out there in the approachable dark. At the edge of the smoke and the filigreed eucalyptus. That he stood his ground under those bowed-down trees with the calm coyotes and listening ravens. That his eye never wavered. That he prayed his own prayer. |
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Ailinn
Swinger
1441 Posts |
Posted - 12/30/2005 : 17:33:01
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| On the cliffs above Candle Cove his cracked-in-half laughter. His well-worn wings. Eyeshine. Cheeks and chin. His eyes and angled bones light up. His tangled history. And like the Spirits on the misted moors, part of his story must be dreamed. There on the high-climbed ground close to the moon where the fragrant eucalyptus shivers, a startled radiance surrounds him when he hands her instructions written on leaves. Now her bones break. The ones that won't let her stand. When the stars go up he is at the gate. Waiting to console her. |
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Doug L
Firefly
Canada
5390 Posts |
Posted - 01/05/2006 : 01:19:38
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THE NEW RULE
It is the old rule that drunks have to argue
and get into fights.
The lover is just as bad. He falls into a hole.
But down in that hole he find something shining,
worth more than money or power.
Last night the moon came dropping its clothes
in the street. I took it as a sign to start singing,
falling up into the bowl of the sky.
The bowl breaks. Everywhere is falling everywhere.
Nothing else to do.
Here's the new rule: Break the wineglass,
fall toward the glassblower's breath.
RUMI
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Ailinn
Swinger
1441 Posts |
Posted - 01/05/2006 : 17:37:36
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Back from Ensenada with Lupe and Mirella and our families. Grapes and gray whales. Shrimp tacos and Hussong's Cantina. A half hour further down the coast, La Bufadora's high water show. We bought serapes and mosaic tile trivets. And a scrolled, wrought-iron black bell. Stu nailed it up on the patio to call the kids home. Tonight we all take inventory of the sky. Make the Epiphany cake to celebrate the visit of the Three Kings tomorrow. A ring crown called Pan de los Tres Reyes with three lit candles and a tiny Baby Jesus hidden inside. (A whole almond baked in the sweet bread.) The finder of The Babe treats for Dia de la Candelaria. Happy Epiphany, and a most Happy New Year to The Porch!
Love and blessings to The Wizard. |
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Ailinn
Swinger
1441 Posts |
Posted - 01/05/2006 : 17:39:57
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| ...what you say, I hold onto. Still years away from learning, but listening with my heart... |
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The Nightly Vigil