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Ailinn
Windchimer

1809 Posts

Posted - 12/03/2006 :  15:33:09  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. DAMNNNNN.....those steps are rough!"

~Mickey Newbury~
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1809 Posts

Posted - 12/03/2006 :  15:41:44  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
When Chloe went back to braids Ezekial figured he had the inside track. An' him gettin' that job with Lamont Whitefeather. Sure puffed up his chest some. Assistant to the Tribal Chairman, hah! Hell, everybody know'd it was jus' that shiny new black pick-up that got ol' Zeke the job. Jacked-up and tricked-out like the Border Patrol. An' them high-tone mounted lights a' flashin'. Funny how fickle some hearts are. Love's a distraction, fer sure. An' he was a hard-hit man. Pinin' after Chloe ever since Mortimer passed. Mortimer an' Chloe, now... Well... That's another story. Somebody on the jukebox singin' to the smokey room for quarters.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1809 Posts

Posted - 12/03/2006 :  15:52:23  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
At the white-walled Asylum Cafe squirrels chatter in and out of the ice plant and thumb-size dragons skitter across the courtyard. He sits with his head in his hands at the corner table. His view is infinity. Striped lemon light and blind flowers. Perpetual song birds. Both sun and moon up high everyday. And the chockfull-jewelry-store-lit-up night sky. His eyes slide out the side window to where small wishes are caught in a pepper tree and wind chases the racing clouds down the sand-blown arroyo. "Ah, Senor," Hernando says, fresh pot in hand. Hot coffee at the end of Eden.
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Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3779 Posts

Posted - 12/03/2006 :  17:38:39  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
GREEN, in the wizard arms
Of the foam-bearded Atlantic,
An isle of old enchantment,
A melancholy isle,
Enchanted and dreaming lies:
And there, by Shannon’s flowing,
In the moonlight, spectre-thin,
The spectre Erin sits.

An aged desolation,
She sits by old Shannon’s flowing,
A mother of many children,
Of children exil’d and dead,
In her home, with bent head, homeless,
Clasping her knees she sits,
Keening, keening!

And at her keene the fairy-grass
Trembles on dun and barrow;
Around the foot of her ancient crosses
The grave-grass shakes and the nettle swings;
In haunted glens the meadow-sweet
Flings to the night wind
Her mystic mournful perfume;
The sad spearmint by holy wells
Breathes melancholy balm.
Sometimes she lifts her head,
With blue eyes tearless,
And gazes athwart the reck of night
Upon things long past,
Upon things to come.

And sometimes, when the moon
Brings tempest upon the deep,
And rous’d Atlantic thunders from his caverns in the west,
The wolfhound at her feet
Springs up with a mighty bay,
And chords of mystery sound from the wild harp at her side,

Strung from the heart of poets;
And she flies on the wings of tempest
Around her shuddering isle,
With gray hair streaming:
A meteor of evil omen,
The spectre of hope forlorn,
Keening, keening!

She keenes, and the strings of her wild harp shiver
On the gusts of night:
O’er the four waters she keenes—over
Moyle she keenes,
O’er the sea of Milith, and the Strait of Strongbow,
And the Ocean of Columbus.

And the Fianna hear, and the ghost of her cloudy hovering heroes;
And the Swan, Fianoula, wails o’er the waters of Inisfail,
Chanting her song of destiny,
The rune of the weaving Fates.
And the nations hear in the void and quaking time of night,
Sad unto dawning, dirges,
Solemn dirges,
And snatches of bardic song;
Their souls quake in the void and quaking time of night,
And they dream of the weird of kings,
And tyrannies moulting, sick
In the dreadful wind of change.

Wail no more, lonely one, mother of exiles, wail no more,
Banshee of the world—no more!
Thy sorrows are the world’s, thou art no more alone;
Thy wrongs, the world’s.


The Banshee
~ John Todhunter
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2703 Posts

Posted - 12/06/2006 :  19:08:35  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply



So, Melinda, did you enjoy the nite with the full moon?

Last nite Melinda showed up... This time She had the gun...
I told her I would take her to the Hudson to see the full moon, but we spent the nite fighting, then making love, then fighting, then making love...

Pity, I so wanted to show her a good time....

Rev Buckman



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

1809 Posts

Posted - 12/10/2006 :  18:42:00  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Centuries pass. They grow wiser. Across the courtyard he whispers. His words drifting over the consecrated ground. She stands on the fault line listening.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1809 Posts

Posted - 12/10/2006 :  18:48:25  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Gardenias in her hair in the morning. Silver dollar size. And later, night blooming jasmine. Midnight's sticky crown. "A blissful ascension, then," he laughs his immutable laugh. The raucous ravens spread their wings and ruffle their black and blue feathers. His mystery remains absolute. Her heart in his hand. His eyes surprised everyday the way the road changes.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2703 Posts

Posted - 12/11/2006 :  15:51:18  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
OVER THE LINE

I painted myself into a corner
But footprints
Are just about to become part of my design
Now that I've found myself
Over the line.
And I cannot blame any body
But myself
Cause every single choice I ever made was mine
And now I find myself
A little outta line.

You see the signs
A lovelight shines
Between the lines
A lovelight shines
Between the lines

There's a lot of water under the bridges
That are burning
But It's a fact we can finally float or fly just fine
But Baby don't get tangled
In the bottom line.

Looking back into the darkness
Will only
Blind your mind and heart and feed you that
same old line
Come and we will cross
The great divine

You see the signs
A lovelight shines
Between the lines
A lovelight shines
Between the lines

JIMMIE DALE GILMORE

I have messed up one time too many.... Pray for me....
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aussiedave
Swinger

Australia
506 Posts

Posted - 12/12/2006 :  01:51:40  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send aussiedave a Yahoo! Message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
....every single choice I ever made was mine
every single choice I ever made was mine
every single choice I ever made was mine

yesterday's newspaper
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aussiedave
Swinger

Australia
506 Posts

Posted - 12/12/2006 :  02:00:15  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send aussiedave a Yahoo! Message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
todays present
is only tomorrows past
and yesterday's newspaper
is soon surely forgotten


un-fortunate-ly
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aussiedave
Swinger

Australia
506 Posts

Posted - 12/12/2006 :  02:03:10  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send aussiedave a Yahoo! Message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I wish I was a willow tree
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aussiedave
Swinger

Australia
506 Posts

Posted - 12/12/2006 :  02:06:34  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send aussiedave a Yahoo! Message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
autumn leaves the trees all burning red
winter
gently lays her seeds to bed


but life remains a mystery

what does a forest have to do with you
and me?

~*~
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aussiedave
Swinger

Australia
506 Posts

Posted - 12/12/2006 :  02:14:33  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send aussiedave a Yahoo! Message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
now there was a jukebox playin'
in the silver moon cafe'

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aussiedave
Swinger

Australia
506 Posts

Posted - 12/12/2006 :  02:18:08  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send aussiedave a Yahoo! Message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
there's a blue moon in Kentucky
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aussiedave
Swinger

Australia
506 Posts

Posted - 12/12/2006 :  02:19:22  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send aussiedave a Yahoo! Message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
all the neon lights are.......
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Grania
Rocker

108 Posts

Posted - 12/13/2006 :  19:07:34  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Reverend B~
Peace and blessings.
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Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3779 Posts

Posted - 12/13/2006 :  19:22:38  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The Nightly Vigil...

Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.

~ Longfellow
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1809 Posts

Posted - 12/14/2006 :  18:37:44  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
He gave me a bisquit, which I put in my pocket, and not daring to eat it, buried it under a log, fearing he had put something in it to make me love him.

~from the narrative of Mary Rowlandson taken prisoner by the Wampanoag in 1676.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2703 Posts

Posted - 12/15/2006 :  19:11:31  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 -2006

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

1809 Posts

Posted - 12/17/2006 :  13:14:08  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
We're back from Ensenada with two trucks full of Mexican angels. For the neighborhood Christmas party at Moonlight beach tonight. Pierced tin and papier mache. A life-size group of three in glitter-sprayed chicken wire and bits of chipped mirror. A "tourist" angel made of decoupage postcards and matchbook covers with gold graduation tassels for hair. Off Revolution in Tijuana we found a family fashioned from twisted coat hangers and fanned peacock feathers for wings. "Anything to declare?" the Border Patrol guy asked Mirella. I was behind her at the Check-Point and my heart sank when he waved her over to Secondary. "What did you tell him?" I asked her. "You don't wanna mess with these passengers 'cause they got more authority than you!" she said. "Out of the truck," officer Jesus Escobeda said. So we got to sit with our novelty halos and sunglasses on on the concrete barricade cooling our heels for half an hour. Mirella shrugged, "do we look like smugglers?" she asked me. "Of course we do!" I said, and started on my litany of "what ifs". "Hahaha," Mirella said, "it's your paranoid nature to look too much into things."
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