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Ailinn
Windchimer

1551 Posts

Posted - 08/02/2006 :  21:59:13  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Her bow and her quiver of hand-made arrows. His tempered sword and burnished suit of mail. He remembers flying. He does not remember wings.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2699 Posts

Posted - 08/04/2006 :  17:46:15  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply


I wish the sunlight finds you
At your best and with good friends
I wish the sunlight finds you
On a road that never bends...

I wish the moonlight finds you
When it's too dark to see your trail
I wish the moonlight finds you
With the wind still in your sail...

The rainbows and the gold are always there
Sometimes they just don't catch our eye
The trials and the storms must come first
I guess I've always wondered why...

I wish the sunlight finds you
Full of hope and full of cheer
I wish the sunlight finds you
With someone you hold dear...

I wish the moonlight finds you
On the road that leads you home
I wish the moonlight finds you
When your heart ceases to roam...

The rainbows and the gold were always there
Sometimes they just didn't catch our eye
The trials and the storms must come first
They're what teach us to try...

I wish the sunlight finds you...

Hank Beukema - BarbSong Music 2006


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Ailinn
Windchimer

1551 Posts

Posted - 08/05/2006 :  19:08:06  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
She's talking to Chole. "Oh, for cryin' out loud! That's why you stuck your thumb out in the first place!" Doris says. Doris Roaring Red Sox. Formerly Doris Dark-Clark Ducharme. She changed her name after she hung that autographed picture and Fenway Park program in a gold Woolworth frame on her kitchen wall. Doris did. "To Doris- Good Luck & thanks for the hot dog." Signed by some guy in a Boston uniform named Bill Lee. "Spaceman," Doris sighs, "my one true love." Chole reaches for the coral mother-of-pearl nail polish and rolls her eyes. Chole's a Padre fan.
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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5417 Posts

Posted - 08/05/2006 :  19:19:35  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Bill "Spaceman" Lee is one of my all-time favourites, Ailinn.
Here are a few quotes attributed to him during his career...

"Do they leave it (Fenway's Green Monster) there during the game?"

"Hell, if KY jelly went off the market, the whole California Angels
pitching staff would be out of baseball."

"If it had been me out there, I'd had bitten his ear off. I'd have
Van Gogh'ed him."

"I'm mad at Hank (Aaron) for deciding to play one more season.
I threw him his last home run and thought I'd be remembered forever.
Now, I'll have to throw him another."

"I think about the cosmic snowball theory. A few million years from
now the sun will burn out and lose its gravitational pull. The
earth will turn into a giant snowball and be hurled through space.
When that happens it won't matter if I get this guy out."

"I would change policy, bring back natural grass and nickel beer.
Baseball is the belly-button of our society. Straighten out
baseball, and you straighten out the rest of the world."

"Most of the managers are lifetime .220 hitters. For years pitchers
have been getting these managers out 75% of the time and that's why
they don't like us."

"People are too hung up on winning. I can get off on a really good
helmet throw."

"That was real baseball in those days. We weren't playing for money.
They gave us Mickey Mouse watches that ran backwards."

"The designated gerbil." (nickname given to Don Zimmer)

"The more self-centered and egotistical a guy is, the better
ballplayer he's going to be."

"The only rule I got is if you slide, get up."

"The other day they asked me about mandatory drug testing. I said
I believed in drug testing a long time ago. All through the sixties
I tested everything."

"You have two hemispheres in your brain - a left and a right side.
The left side controls the right side of your body and right
controls the left half. It's a fact. Therefore, left-handers are
the only people in their right minds."

"You should enter a ballpark the way you enter a church."

"Before Game Seven of the '75 World Series, I heard from a reporter
that (Cincinnati manager) Sparky Anderson said, 'No matter what
happens today, my starting pitcher is going to go to the Baseball
Hall Of Fame.' I was the Red Sox starting pitcher, so the reporter
asked me what I thought of Sparky saying that. I told him, no
matter what happens today, after it's over I'm going to the
Elliott Lounge."

"You take a team with twenty-five ***holes and I'll show you a
pennant winner. I'll show you the New York Yankees."


http://www.myspace.com/mickeynewbury

Edited by - Doug L on 08/05/2006 19:22:30
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2699 Posts

Posted - 08/06/2006 :  08:04:46  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Prairie game of base just before the rains. Soldiers against the cowboys. Rusty hit the last ball into the swamp and everybody punched him as he rounded the cowpies. Then the rains came and the lost ball dint matter anymore; everybody had a job to do.

Hellfire,tho,we remembered that game for a long time...

Rev
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2699 Posts

Posted - 08/06/2006 :  10:35:40  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The weakened warrior from the West came to the Princess of the North in a
dream... He knew that she had suffered, but he also knew she was strong...
He asked what he could do to regain his strength for the battle ahead... She
told him it was not what he could do but what he must do that was all that
was important... He lit a vanilla candle, kissed her and left her to her
dreams of crystal balls and blue waters...

HB
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2699 Posts

Posted - 08/12/2006 :  07:18:21  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
FOR VINCE BELL LONG AGO

Whispering ghost ships sail by
Leaving me standing on the pier
With my suitcase and my dreams...
I woke too early one morning
and
Suddenly I was old,
That scared person usually
Left behind in sleep has
Taken over
pretending to be me,
Evrything hurts and
Evrything is doubtful and harder to do...

Sometimes it seems like evry day
We have to learn how to live all over again...

Hank Beukema 2006 BarbSong Publishing




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

USA
2699 Posts

Posted - 08/17/2006 :  18:59:51  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I had been separated from
the healing woman since I
opened my eyes and
felt something stir in me
that I would not let myself admit...
As I left the river
and rode up thru the pines,
I allowed my heart to feel again...
To want, to need, to desire...
To search...

Rev B
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1551 Posts

Posted - 08/17/2006 :  22:48:58  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The long nights watch and the final slipping away. First the son. Then the tall, bearded father. The sailor-husband gone. Folded flags for their graves. Tri-cornered with taps being played. Kewpie dolls smile from her bureau. Souvenirs he'd won at the Del Mar Fair in 1959. Next to the wedding photographs. And her tortise shell combs. Her long grey hair braided by neighbors. Low voices in the kitchen. Broth and crackers. But the soup couldn't save her. "My dear friends!" she cried before she closed her eyes.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2699 Posts

Posted - 08/18/2006 :  03:09:03  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
As the music man moved on,His sons and daughters
rose to fill his place...
The music of the silver moon written on the west wind...
Sailors and cowboys,Teachers and singers...
All these to carry on the sound
Of one man laughing and crying
In 3/4 time...

Family goes on...

Rev B
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2699 Posts

Posted - 08/18/2006 :  17:44:50  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...

Rev B

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

Australia
495 Posts

Posted - 08/19/2006 :  03:35:16  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send aussiedave a Yahoo! Message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Hank,
I'm on the road to Glory. Their ain't nuthing in this
wild world, that Man nor the Devil can prevent me, from entering the
promised land. My Lord has me safely in His hands, the gates of hell
have turned cold at the feet of Him who holds me close to His bosom.

So bring it on, I am ready. test my faith my Lord, I am ready to tackle the world and all it can dish up.

I am already reigning with Him!!!

Amen.

AD.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1551 Posts

Posted - 08/19/2006 :  19:12:39  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"Write.....Write.....Write..... The candle is burning at both ends and time is short. NAH!!!!.....let's riiiiiiiiiiiiide.....DAMNNNN.....those steps are rough!"

~Mickey Newbury~
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1551 Posts

Posted - 08/19/2006 :  19:20:52  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Two Stories.

1.
The Garden shivers when Eve impatiently steps out of Adam. Her eyes scan the star-pierced sky. His mouth full of wisecracks. His eyes mischief-bound. His peppery grin and soon-to-be legendary shenanigans. His cleft chin rises. His heavy hair curls. His right hand slides forward to guide her sharp elbow across the dusty footpath, through the crow-tangled trees. Apocryphal horses snort and stamp at the edge of the orchard. This is not the end. This is the beginning. Adam and Eve. More alone than they'll ever be.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1551 Posts

Posted - 08/19/2006 :  19:30:24  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
2.
She feeds him butter and sugar on fresh-baked bread. He gives her two crisp apples. A filigreed tea infuser. Jewelry to brew loose tea in. He's cradeled it in his duffel across many seas. His stories all recall stormy weather. And the olde country's Shangrila light. He tells her these tales while she pins up the laundry. Her clothesline is the highest point in the steeple-topped town. For their anniversary he heads north to a conifered park where they roast pock-marked potatoes beside a year-round stream. How she smiles when he produces salt from his tiny watch pocket. Later they collect pine cones for their empty trees and go home to live happily. Ever after.
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Karen Runk
Firefly

USA
4922 Posts

Posted - 08/19/2006 :  19:44:44  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send Karen Runk an AOL message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Awww Ro.......love that.

Karen Runk
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aussiedave
Rocker

Australia
495 Posts

Posted - 08/20/2006 :  04:23:57  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send aussiedave a Yahoo! Message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
time for a poe..m

Love
has no respect for
the past....

it only cares for
the present

Love
has no time for
s e n t i m e n t a l i t y

a forgotten memory

once
cherished
now
distant

a dream maybe?

maybe not





Time
takes no prisoners
shows no mercy
respects nobody

Time
heals,so they say
I know not to believe that lie

Time
does not heal
it leaves a wound
open and painful

a heart-broken memory
concreted
into the pages of history

Love
like Youth
quickly forgets
hastens on
to its inevitable end
cares not for consequences
as it fulfills the destiny given



In
a glance
her eyes spoke a thousand words
of pain and heartache

then she was gone


a moment
frozen in time
now in
the past

slowly forgotten.




AD
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2699 Posts

Posted - 08/20/2006 :  05:40:28  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
[Muted banjo playing, Back porch swing, summer twilight...]

Dont let the rain clouds fool ya
Dont let the sunshine rule ya
Walk with me down the
Middle of the road...
Dont let the bad guys tell ya
Dont let the good guys sell ya
Walk with me let me
Help you with your load

Evry time I dance a new dance
Evry time I start a romance
Boy be thinkin this time
He cant lose
Evry time I meet a new one
Evry time I kiss a new hon
Boy be fooled when he
Fin'lly gets the news


Dont let the rain clouds fool ya
Dont let the sunshine rule ya
Walk with me down the
Middle of the road...
Dont let the bad guys tell ya
Dont let the good guys sell ya
Walk with me let me
Help you with your load

Dont call me Mister Earl
Don't mess with my new girl
'Member what I told you
Late last nite
Cant believe that
You're that lazy
Can't believe that
I'm so crazy
Dance with me until
We see the light...


Dont let the rain clouds fool ya
Dont let the sunshine rule ya
Walk with me down the
Middle of the road...
Dont let the bad guys tell ya
Dont let the good guys sell ya
Walk with me let me
Help you with your load



Hank Beukema BarbSong Music 2006



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

1551 Posts

Posted - 08/22/2006 :  19:04:37  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
His voice rises above the sun-charged telephone wires. Rainbow-colored. Glinting in the prismatic late summer afternoon. He's standing at the kitchen sink eating clam chowder out of a pan. She can hear his spoon scraping across the Teflon-coated bottom. He's only halfway through the story she needs to hear the end of. He's nodding determinedly. "Where does it end then?" she asks when he pauses. "End?..." he says, "...there is no end."
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1551 Posts

Posted - 08/24/2006 :  19:29:25  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Under the day's waning light he leans to hear evening birds calling. He witnesses his world through salt-glazed panes. The celestial night falls. Filled with dazzling jewelry. He shakes the faceted stars from his hair. Follows her through the sea house with his lightning-struck, summing-up eyes. She hums and taps time on the worn kitchen counter with a long pointy knife while she works. This does not disturb him. This does not send him away.
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