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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 11/12/2006 :  20:27:37  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Melinda is gone...
Rebecca is back...
I was thrown out of the saloon,
Actually lifted up and thrown out...

Busy couple of nites...

Rev Buckman
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Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3744 Posts

Posted - 11/15/2006 :  20:07:38  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Mantis praying at my door.
Winter's way is soon to come.
North wind blowing in a cold spell.
Geese are calling in the moonlit night.
The Fall, my most favorite time of the year.

craig
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 11/17/2006 :  02:32:45  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
As I stepped out into the
Newly cold air
I smelled a fireplace and
Thought of Other Novembers...
Jesse ran off for the Cavalry
When he was just eighteen
And Carmelita, well,
Carmelita she just kind of
Flew away one morning...
I've said it before, but
Some choices just kinda
Get made For us...
But tonight,
I spread my arms to the
Starry November sky and
I scream out for the strength to
Choose to be sober for
Just one more day...

Rev Buckman


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

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 11/17/2006 :  02:36:37  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply

Autumn


The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up,
as if orchards were dying high in space.
Each leaf falls as if it were motioning "no."

And tonight the heavy earth is falling
away from all other stars in the loneliness.

We're all falling. This hand here is falling.
And look at the other one. It's in them all.

And yet there is Someone, whose hands
infinitely calm, holding up all this falling.

Rainer Maria Rilke


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Doug Lang
Swinger

Canada
1135 Posts

Posted - 11/17/2006 :  03:43:04  Show Profile  Visit Doug Lang's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"What is a saint? A saint is someone who has achieved
a remote human possibility. It is impossible to say
what that possibility is. I think that it has something
to do with the energy of love. Contact with this energy
results in the exercise of a kind of balance in the chaos
of existence. A saint does not dissolve the chaos; if he
did the world would have changed long ago. I do not think
that a saint dissolves the chaos even for himself, for
there is something arrogant and warlike in the notion of
a man setting the universe in order. It is a kind of balance
that is his glory. He rides the drifts like an escaped ski.
His course is the caress of the hill. His track is a drawing
of the snow in a moment of its particular arrangement with
wind and rock.

"Something in him so loves the world that he gives himself
to the laws of gravity and chance. Far from flying with angels,
he traces with the fidelity of a seismograph needle the state
of the solid bloody landscape. His house is dangerous and
finite, but he is at home in the world. He can love the shape
of human beings, the fine and twisted shapes of the heart.
It is good to have among us such men, such balancing monsters
of love."

Leonard Cohen
from his second novel, "Beautiful Losers" (1966)


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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 11/18/2006 :  11:00:44  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Rebecca said to me,
Jesus said, Lo I am with you always...
Rebecca says, High you are on your own...

There's always somebody
Tryin to ruin a good time...

Rev Buckman


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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 11/18/2006 :  11:17:14  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I had decided I would shoot Rebecca
The next time I saw her
When Melinda came by for her nightly, um, visit...

She said, Well, Preacher....
As long as you have your pistol out.................................

Rev Buckman


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aussiedave
Swinger

Australia
505 Posts

Posted - 11/19/2006 :  02:54:49  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send aussiedave a Yahoo! Message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
my brother Hank.

luv ya.

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Becka
Sitter

95 Posts

Posted - 11/19/2006 :  08:26:52  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Where's the gun that was floating around..... who do I need to shoot?
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1596 Posts

Posted - 11/20/2006 :  22:07:25  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
What you say I hold onto
Years away from learning
Listening with my heart
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aussiedave
Swinger

Australia
505 Posts

Posted - 11/22/2006 :  00:47:40  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send aussiedave a Yahoo! Message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
who you are
let go of

tears away from yearning

keep listening [to the music]
with your heart
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 11/23/2006 :  07:17:36  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
NIGHTLY VIGIL NOV 23

Today I turn 85...

I chase the turkey as
Melinda and Rebecca chase me, laughing
[They're gettin along tonite...]
Rudy, Mick and Duke are here,
Waiting for the food
[No weapons or songwriting allowed]
Duke's looking for where I hid Clay's gun...
Rudy says, Where'd that damn horse go?
Mick chuckles, I sent the poor bastard
Out looking for where I hid the wind...
Some crazy cowboy tried to shoot it down last nite
So I put it in a safe place for the Holy Day...

Ah, Family......

Rev Buckman



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Ailinn
Windchimer

1596 Posts

Posted - 11/23/2006 :  14:24:02  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
His eyes like stars, like scimitars. His heavy, silver hair. He's at the end of a long story. Far-fetched edges. Six wet miles at low tide. All those fractured wishes glittering along the highway. US 101's broken glass above them. There's the moon, now. In it's sky-locked cradle. Alight over the contradictive Pacific sea. They're sitting at the long table. Hands folded in thanksgiving. They've been sitting there a thousand years. Light melts in sooty globes around them.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1596 Posts

Posted - 11/23/2006 :  14:34:05  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Stars on the floor when he opens the door ready to tell the whole story. "Pages and pages of dreams," he says. "Guard your heart, now!" he cautions, and draws the torn shawl across her cold shoulders. There's the moon's crazed porcelain cup up over the treetops. The reluctant, high thin clouds. The pointed star only he can inviolably follow. He slips his warm palm under her elbow. Takes her into the sky. She has bells on her shoes. Fastened with invisible fishline. They leave a small music on the smoke-filled air. An owl blinks in a eucalyptus tree. "See how each leaf dreams it's own divine dream," he says. Down the sand-blown road the coast curves and glitters. O, dangerous midnights inventing the alphabet. Her hijacked heart. His black leather satchel on fire. Her counterfeit pen leaking it's blue infusion on the floor. His name and dark sail still a mystery.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 11/23/2006 :  17:25:03  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
They've all left me now except for Mick...

We go to that place that is so familiar to us both...
The darkness takes on a different color now,
Talking about my memories of a future with Rebecca...

Mick has lots to say,
What to leave in what to leave out,
Rewrite, boy, rewrite or sometimes
Hell, just leave it alone...

I hold him to me, as a man, as a friend
And feel his frailness and his strength, both...
I ask him to stay and
He says,
Didn't you know?
It's forever for those like us,
Just forever.............

For Ever, Mick, Thank you....



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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 11/23/2006 :  17:28:59  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
His eyes like stars, like scimitars. His heavy, silver hair. He's at the end of a long story. Far-fetched edges. Six wet miles at low tide. All those fractured wishes glittering along the highway. US 101's broken glass above them. There's the moon, now. In it's sky-locked cradle. Alight over the contradictive Pacific sea. They're sitting at the long table. Hands folded in thanksgiving. They've been sitting there a thousand years. Light melts in sooty globes around them.


Ailinn
Swinger



774 Posts
Posted - 11/23/2006 : 14:34:05
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Stars on the floor when he opens the door ready to tell the whole story. "Pages and pages of dreams," he says. "Guard your heart, now!" he cautions, and draws the torn shawl across her cold shoulders. There's the moon's crazed porcelain cup up over the treetops. The reluctant, high thin clouds. The pointed star only he can inviolably follow. He slips his warm palm under her elbow. Takes her into the sky. She has bells on her shoes. Fastened with invisible fishline. They leave a small music on the smoke-filled air. An owl blinks in a eucalyptus tree. "See how each leaf dreams it's own divine dream," he says. Down the sand-blown road the coast curves and glitters. O, dangerous midnights inventing the alphabet. Her hijacked heart. His black leather satchel on fire. Her counterfeit pen leaking it's blue infusion on the floor. His name and dark sail still a mystery.



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

1596 Posts

Posted - 11/23/2006 :  17:50:13  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Happy Birthday, Reverend B! I wish you a great year. Love from the other coast of north America.
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aussiedave
Swinger

Australia
505 Posts

Posted - 11/26/2006 :  02:31:07  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send aussiedave a Yahoo! Message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
happy birthday my brother
..from this side of the BBM..

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Ailinn
Windchimer

1596 Posts

Posted - 11/26/2006 :  16:50:37  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Fog-bound days. In 1360 he crossed the crumbling cliffs blindfolded. A spatter of rain. Then another. The wind battered the grey flumed coast. The briny wide ocean bared its sharp teeth below him. Sometimes the wind broke him. Sometimes the keening harpies serpent songs did. He arrived out of breath with a story that rhymed. The sea house invented itself quickly around him. The kitchen with its long plank table and hand carved chairs. The candle's constant invitation. The open oven door. The aisling's incantation when the dark came down.
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Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3744 Posts

Posted - 11/26/2006 :  20:32:19  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Deafened by the strife-laden wind, not able to see no more than what is heard through the blindfold.
Is it truth...or just the wind?






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