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aussiedave
Swinger

Australia
506 Posts

Posted - 04/21/2007 :  01:46:16  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send aussiedave a Yahoo! Message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
he remembered..
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aussiedave
Swinger

Australia
506 Posts

Posted - 04/26/2007 :  04:23:49  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send aussiedave a Yahoo! Message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
how he had changed
but how he had changed not
an eleven year old
left clinging
inside the body

of a fifty year old child..

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buckman
Firefly

USA
2702 Posts

Posted - 04/26/2007 :  06:48:55  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I have gone to that
dark heart of the night
And seen myself looking back at me
As in a mirror
Asking,
How did I come to this?

Flying in a dream...
Ready to die but
No longer wanting to.
It is time to shed the old
Dead skin and bring out
The new wine...

Tonite we dance...

Rev B
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aussiedave
Swinger

Australia
506 Posts

Posted - 04/26/2007 :  14:55:40  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send aussiedave a Yahoo! Message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
shake that rusty chain and let it go.........
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1766 Posts

Posted - 04/26/2007 :  17:57:10  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Evening, Reverend B~
Any place you land is a good place. Even if the beach is fog-bound. Even if you don't know where you're touching the ground. It's not drifting out that's dangerous. The tide will bring you back in. It's not knowing where the bottom is. Churning in the wave. Trying to get enough breath before you're caught in the next one. The board is attatched to your ankle with a leash. It floats. It can also hit you in the head. The trick is knowing when to kick free. Today's surf was choppy. Paddle out, snap up, ride in quick. Or wipe out and eat some sand. Some days you eat a lot of sand.
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Grania
Rocker

107 Posts

Posted - 04/26/2007 :  18:00:26  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
A waltz, then, Reverend, if you will.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2702 Posts

Posted - 04/27/2007 :  06:20:51  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
DANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
by Rev J Alfred Buckman


It's time we all started dancin
Under the eclipsable sun
We're all gettin tired of waitin
For the omnipotent One

He's in us,He is us,He knows it
It's time that we knew it too
The One we seek is all over
It's up to us to break through

There's a soul that ties us together
It's name is whatever you say
Come sit with me now in the evening
And we'll drink to the undying way

Tomorrow is never the right time
For us it's always today
So grab a partner,my friends and we'll all dance
Round that rock that stands in our way


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Ailinn
Windchimer

1766 Posts

Posted - 04/28/2007 :  17:19:54  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Cold coming out of the ocean this morning. The Coffee Bar hidden in fog above the beach. It's aroma rolling down the hill and casting a spell upon us. Tourists said we looked outer-worldly slipping out of the misty sea with our black suits shining. Our boards like shields at our sides. "...such an eerie apparition..." the couple on honeymoon from Cape Girardeau, Missouri said. The bride is April and her husband is Neil. They wanted to be married in her namesake month. They took our picture and we took theirs. "Cape Girardeau?" Cam said. "Oh, yes! On the Mississippi. The only inland cape in the world," said April. And the setting for McMurtry's Song for a Deck Hand's Daughter.

Wind off the river
Cut the lines in his face
And left him dreaming of some other place
Maybe Memphis town or Baton Rouge
When it's cold in Cape Girardeau
There's nothin' much to do

~James McMurtry~
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Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3770 Posts

Posted - 04/28/2007 :  22:10:04  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Eyes open wide as a child in wonder, a discovery at hand.

Her face, illuminated by a glow from within, gazes at what is beyond. "It is perfect", she breathes silently to herself.

She quietly places the location of it in the secret hiding place of her memory, a place where no one else may see...or hear, or touch...unless she allows it to be so.

The safest place...for a secret.

Nothing written, nothing spoken...possibly nothing at all.

A wisp of a memory...maybe...

Are you sure that is what you heard???

Now, you know...or do you???

~ craig

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Ailinn
Windchimer

1766 Posts

Posted - 04/29/2007 :  17:34:51  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
He wants the story over and over again. "Start at the beginning and tell it slow," he says. He navigates the blueprints to their final destination. He sets the intrepid cornerstone himself. Aware of an air of enchantment. The house goes up quickly on his X-Marks-the-Spot. The canyons behind them fill up like blue bowls. An owl blinks in the eucalyptus waiting for sunset. Five minutes and five miles away. A congregation of feathers assemble on the telephone wires. He knows her solitary ways. Her buried grief of stone. He sings to her the sweet words of a lullaby. "...Here come the stars now, Lady. Night lights the chandeliers envy..." They lean out the window with their elbows resting on the sun-warmed sill.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1766 Posts

Posted - 05/02/2007 :  23:12:05  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Sepia pictures on the Post Office wall. The last light at sunset touching numbers under their chins. They blink at each other. They nod. Peach light. Then gold. Colors streaming in the rear-view mirror pulling out of the parkijng lot. The cop waves her on. Smiling. Holding traffic behind his beautiful, crooked teeth.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2702 Posts

Posted - 05/05/2007 :  05:45:19  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
[Hard, rock-beat, fiddles, guitars...hear it]

SHUT THE DAMN THING DOWN

There was a give up side to me
Just yearning to be free
Of the trials and the grief
Not tryingto stay afloat
Not even working on the boat
Climbing mountains just to fall
Not caring if I lost it all

[Line Spoken]
Lookin for a better way to crawl...

Thinkin only of my self
Ruined my friendships and my health
Never looking down the road
Nothin to give or have or hold
Like a man whose dreams were sold

[Line Spoken]
Somewhere 'tween young and old...

And I sang:

Hey, can you carry me to the end
Don't wanna see what's round the next bend
Don't wanna kick out no more lights
Spend any more sleepless nights
I'm so tired of all the cars
I wanna sing the final bars
Don't wanna see more of this town
Don't want nobody comin round
Don't wanna hear a sound

[Line Shouted]
JUST SHUT THE DAMN THING DOWN...


But one day somebody took my side
Helped me up and made me ride
No more to walk alone
Some days I think I'm home
Building dreams made to last
Not going half as fast

[Line Spoken]
Not livin the future in the past...

I've got strength for just today
And that's the only game I'll play
No more tears on my face
I'm back in the human race
I'm gonna get me a taste

[LinesSpoken]
Forget the years I wasted
Forget the years I wasted...

[Line Shouted]
No more singing:

Hey, can you carry me to the end
Don't wanna see what's round the bend
Don't wanna kick out no more lights
Spend any more sleepless nights
I'm so tired of all the cars
I wanna sing the final bars
Just shut the damn thing down
Don't wanna see this town
Don't want nobody comin round
Don't wanna hear a sound

[Line shouted]
JUST SHUT THE DAMN THING DOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hank Beukema - revbuckman music - 2007



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

Edited by - buckman on 05/05/2007 05:48:04
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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5427 Posts

Posted - 05/05/2007 :  09:26:42  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
No love is ever lost
No love is ever lost

Old ground is explaining
all the colours of the spring

The kettle we weren't watching
now begins to sing

No love is ever lost
No love is ever lost

DL

http://www.myspace.com/mickeynewbury
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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5427 Posts

Posted - 05/05/2007 :  09:36:21  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Henry, because of you my boat
rides higher in the water this morning.

http://www.myspace.com/mickeynewbury
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2702 Posts

Posted - 05/13/2007 :  04:00:45  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I sit in the dark
At a table in the back
Of the saloon...

I told him he should have killed me
The first time he saw me,
I told him he would never win,
I told him that despite my past
And the women that
My heart was pure and I would
Always be stronger than him...

He laughed and said
Maybe so, Preacher
Maybe so
And turned and walked out...

I took the gun that I'd been holding
Under the table and laid it down and
Picked up the cup of coffee...

I listen to the sound of the horses stirring
And the dust blowing down the street...
The night is turning cold...

REV BUCKMAN

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

Edited by - buckman on 05/13/2007 04:01:27
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Doug Lang
Swinger

Canada
1135 Posts

Posted - 05/13/2007 :  23:15:23  Show Profile  Visit Doug Lang's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"The movie ended for me when she holds the lion beast in her arms
and looks into his eyes, something he's told her never to do.
That's what I see as fulfillment, when she sees that he is an animal,
not a disguised man, an animal trying to raise himself, impossibly,
to a human level. Not that enchantment gave him bestiality, but
the opposite: that enchantment can force the beast of self to try
to dress, live, love like a man, beyond his nature, and thus become
more beautiful to a woman than any manly form could ever be. That's
what I loved about the movie... Women, myself, we need to love a
beast, to feel that it could transcend itself for love, for us, for beauty."

Diane Wakoski, writing after Cocteau's film


http://www.myspace.com/dukelang
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aussiedave
Swinger

Australia
506 Posts

Posted - 05/14/2007 :  06:08:28  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send aussiedave a Yahoo! Message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
..a distant memory
captured in time
suspended,
out of reach

faster,faster
farther,farther

wait for me
father

that he never knew..

a lonely hand waves
goodbye
from the ghost car
as it disappears into the night..
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1766 Posts

Posted - 05/20/2007 :  13:53:50  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
This morning at Sunrise Retirement Elise is telling her story: "Everything bad happened so fast," she says, quietly reciting her litany of sorrow. "I lost my husband when the Union voted to strike. Oh, he didn't die until two years later, but it was the Union that did him in. No doubt. The first few months he went about visiting the other men. Three hundred of them. And less than thirty found work. Less than thirty. Imagine that. Some tried to hold on and wait it out. Some pulled up stakes and left the state with their families. Some left their families behind with the state. Lonnie Ferguson did. After the drink. A bitter road for Merle and the kids. Not my Gil, though. I begged him to quit making those rounds, but that's how he dealt with the time and the guilt. And what else did he have to do with his days, now? I still had my job at Bridal Boutique. I was head seamstress then and could carry us for a while. And we had that bit of savings put by for a special anniversary trip. Our forty-sixth. "We're as gold as we're ever gonna get," Gil loved to tell the kids. We were borrowing my brother Ben's motor home and taking "an-honest-to-God-real-vacation." Gil had his triple A maps spread out all over the dining room table. And his Sharpie red marking pen. Nights we'd drink tea and he'd tell me about our upcoming adventures. "Oh, Lise, we'll have such fun!" Gil said, "we'll do it up real swell!" After the strike, though, Gil put the maps away and took refuge behind his Journal Tribune. Then my hands started giving me trouble. First the right one and then the left. Arthritis, I guess. Another form of bad weather. A fabled trouble we didn't deserve..." Her voice trails off here when Robber carries in the trays of fresh strawberry shortcakes. And here's the grandkids. All spit-and-polished for the occasion. And right behind them, Elise's daughter Eileen and son-in-law Wes. Recently reconciled and 'determined to work things out'. "Ladies first!" McKenna says, in his new Costco shirt, and hits Elise's shortcake with a burst of canned whipped cream.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1766 Posts

Posted - 05/20/2007 :  14:01:53  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Landing in San Diego is between high-rise buildings downtown and the ocean at the end of the runway. Reason enough to kiss the ground. And today is a party. Mirella's spicy pecadillos. Tiny tacos. Little sins. And her infamous Tres Amigos Salsa. "Bloody hot!" Gordon yells and grabs the pitcher of margaritas. Gordon and his family are visiting from England. They're life-long friends of my daughter-in-law, Kelly. Mirella's three friends are habenero,serrano, and jalapeno peppers. Tossed with chopped tomatoes, a fistful of cilantro and the juice from a couple of limes. "Serve with a fire extinguisher," Mirella says laughing, "you'll get used to eating food that hurts!"
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1766 Posts

Posted - 05/21/2007 :  20:08:11  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
We're working late so it will take days to catch up, but...

Doug~ I love O Mystery and Rumi's Last Cigarette. I'm using your instructions for italics Scotch taped to my computer.

Reverend B~ The horses snort and stamp and sleep on three legs while the music in the Cantina plays on and on for us.

Joe Z~ Your heart's work is amazing! "He mixes generes in the same song..." He mixes subjects in the same sentence. "Ya know the old ship-talkin' dot-dash stuff...lights blinkin' off the coast...Morse Code, Ro. Well, now... Let's talk about this, then..." And he changes the subject completely. Life on many levels of consciouness at the same time. Not a day passes by I don't miss him.

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