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buckman
Firefly

USA
2705 Posts

Posted - 04/21/2006 :  17:07:45  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
What a mouth Carmelita had on her....

She could drop a six foot man at ten paces
with a word if he said something about her
[or me]
that she didn't like....
When I would make a feeble attempt at jealousy
[as I had reason to be with women before her]
she would toss back that beautiful mane and say......
I have been with you for thirteen years without a ring.....
Do you think I stay for the money, Preacher?
We had cheated late in the game and
gambled everything on our love.....
It was the last hand we had to play...


What a mouth Carmelita had on her...

Rev Buckman


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

1850 Posts

Posted - 04/21/2006 :  20:03:15  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
STORIES I TELL THE SHERIFF

He rode three days across the high desert
When he arrived he knew everything
He showed me a card trick
And he told me a joke
He told me to stay away from the window
He made me lay down beside him
His sleep was ahead of the posse
His fingerprints disappeared
Before we crossed the Mexican Border
When I took the bullet out of his chest
He didn't flinch or change his expression
The way he let the water
Run over his head for so long
Made me think he had a fever
He has scars that shine in the moonlight
Brighter than the rest of his skin
His eyes are blue and his hair is bluer
But I can't tell you what he looks like
It was dark
Or his hat was pulled low
And his mouth was covered
With a bandana
When I shrug my shoulders
He rides away

*
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2705 Posts

Posted - 04/23/2006 :  19:54:02  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The scars on the inside
Shine even in the dark
And make his face look mean
So he hides it...
But he is known to be gentle
with the right one...
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1850 Posts

Posted - 04/23/2006 :  23:39:23  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Menacing waves. Candles. Green jars in the archway. Green lights staggering up the spiral-tiled stairs. The amber lantern flickers. The sun suddenly goes out. He steps through that scissored hole in the sky. Puts his hand over her mouth. Throws a fistful of stars on the floor.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2705 Posts

Posted - 04/24/2006 :  14:24:43  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
My Daddy, I love you
I'll always think of you
All of the days of my life
You made me a strong man
Gave me a good plan
Helped me find a good wife...

My country is callin me
This fight is still part of me
Tho I'd rather be at your side
Out in the clearing
Chasing our deer in
That little thing that you ride...

There was never a minute
That God wasn't in it
Your life makes me so proud
You're a man of the Earth
You don't know what you're worth
You didn't need to shout it out loud

Daddy, I love you
There's no one above you
We've shared so many days
The good times the bad times
The going half mad times
You showed me all the right ways

My country is callin me
This fight is still part of me
Tho I need to be by your side
Out in the clearing
Chasing our deer in
That little thing that you ride

Do me a favor
Stay as my neighbor
We need your kind in these parts
Watching the kids grow
There's so much that you know
Your words are in all of our hearts

My Daddy, I love you
I'll always think of you
All of the days of my life
You made me a strong man
Gave me a good plan
Brought me thru all of the strife....

My country is callin me
This fight is still part of me
Tho I need to be by your side
Out in the clearing
Chasing our deer in
That little thing that you ride...

[For Col. Stephen Beukema- My Cuz on losing his Father - 2004]


Hank Beukema-BarbSong Music-2004



http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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Karen Runk
Firefly

USA
4925 Posts

Posted - 04/24/2006 :  14:40:04  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send Karen Runk an AOL message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
That's beautiful, Hank, thanks for sharing with us.

Karen Runk
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1850 Posts

Posted - 04/24/2006 :  20:57:48  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
O, the things that give such pleasure to the eye. The clothesline. Stretched from porch to pine. The wind bowing slowly through the trees. The house at the sea. Field after sandy field. Multiplied.

~Olga Broumas~
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2705 Posts

Posted - 04/25/2006 :  13:38:55  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...
Boss, 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....

Alfred Buckman, Biloxi

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Ailinn
Windchimer

1850 Posts

Posted - 04/26/2006 :  19:09:17  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
He loves the fields crowded with nodding poppies. The hills behind the house hazed with paloverde. His breakfast set before him at 8am. A poached egg and a scone. Sweet butter in a crock. A second pot of coffee already brewing. God's own green radiance around him. On these Spring mornings he likes to take the conversation to the place where she trips over clouds. Then he stands. Steadies her elbow as he steers her into the sky. Imagine his hands as he tells the story. The Truth beneath all the truths. "Be careful who you tell your secrets to," he says, shielding his eyes from the mortal sun.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1850 Posts

Posted - 04/27/2006 :  21:44:00  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
He lays down in the indifferent dust. The ground around him surrenders. Opens to receive him where the veiled woman kneels. The Director moves in. Ecstatic. "Grief so alive!" he says, mining it with his camera.
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Grania
Rocker

109 Posts

Posted - 04/27/2006 :  22:07:11  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Omen birds move lower down the wire. Stretch their wings, but do not fly. Special effects in the wide-angle sky. Engines in the background. Roaring. Landing and taking off. Get-away car hidden under the camouflage trees.
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Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3790 Posts

Posted - 04/28/2006 :  06:16:56  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Bright day, cool wind from the north.
Shrimp boats laboring, shorebirds follow like kites in tow.
Lightering ships in the channel, headed back to sea, empty.
Derricks in the distance, brown pelicans skimming.
Cormorants on pilings, outstretched wings drying in the sun and wind.
Gulls with their piercing cry, begging for handouts from the ferry.
Porpoises breaking the water, fishing the muddy shallows.
Remains of a broken ship, concrete hull, folly from the past.

Working bay, Galveston Bay.

craig

Edited by - Craig on 04/28/2006 20:55:34
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2705 Posts

Posted - 04/28/2006 :  21:31:25  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
So good, Cragger, so good.... I am stepping out of the character just to say....so good, so good....HB

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buckman
Firefly

USA
2705 Posts

Posted - 04/28/2006 :  21:33:51  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Grania wrote!!! ??? Oh MY!!! I nevr know about that Grania charcter but I LOVE when she/they/he stops by.... H

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Grania
Rocker

109 Posts

Posted - 04/28/2006 :  22:34:22  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Here comes the parade now.
Waving.
Diamond Jim pedaling his gold-plated bicycle through blooming Central Park.
Saint George slaying the Dragon at the Rock of Cashel.
This month of invention.
Ending.
"Oysters and starfish...mmmm," he says.
"Enemies from the start."
"So bury the book under the briney seas.
Under the rusting, sunken ships treasures."
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2705 Posts

Posted - 04/29/2006 :  00:40:27  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Roosevelt [Teddy] said to me:
I'm in charge now and the bars will stay closed
On Sundays and thats just the way it is....
I said that The Boss may have sumthin to say bout that
And Teddy said
Bring it on, You Mick bastard....

He walked the beat all nite long wih the coppers and he shut us down evry Sunday for a month....

The sanctimonious bastid....

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Ailinn
Windchimer

1850 Posts

Posted - 04/29/2006 :  17:24:33  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
There be no turnkey deal in ancient Innisfail. No freedom mornings for the broken Tribes. Feud or Friction. And, lo, David's Harp is heard at Lia Fail. Stone of Destiny. When the moon climbs Tara's Hill, the one under the Crown of Mystery closes his eyes. His mouth, full of The Holy Covenant. For centuries he dreams The Ark circling the wide Earth.
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Grania
Rocker

109 Posts

Posted - 04/29/2006 :  19:26:48  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Tell the tale, Reverend.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2705 Posts

Posted - 04/29/2006 :  20:06:13  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
When I got home Lincoln was
Waiting for me...
He said, Where you been,
I've had supper
Ready for an hour....
Man, Abe, It's always the
same with you
Nag nag nag....
I know, I'm sorry, he said,
I've been thinking about
Gettysburg again....
Y'know, he said...
I never thought that punkass speech
Was anything,
I even said it, I said that nobody
would remember what was
said here today....
But that's all they ever
remember....
That one sorry five minutes

I said, Abey......
Babey....
That Four Score **** is what did it
Once you say that
you lose em for at least
two minutes
While they try to figger
out how much that is
By then, they figure that
Whatever you said
musta been good cause you were
talking about dead soldiers
And there's no better way to
get a crowd....

I know, He said,
But,I just wish that
Just ONCE they would
Remember
Some of my poetry....

Rev J Alfred Buckman AA,DD,BMI,ONO

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buckman
Firefly

USA
2705 Posts

Posted - 04/30/2006 :  08:14:19  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply

She had that red hair
And those skinny legs and all
And that little black dress

And I lost my mind...
That's all,
I just lost my mind...
No excuses
Some regrets...
None that will change anything
Now
for her
or Jesse
Or Diane
or me
or
Anybody else that I hurt...

I still haven't found my mind yet.....

What time is it now?

15 Years...?


You'd better check that watch,

That can't be right...



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