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buckman
Firefly

USA
2703 Posts

Posted - 06/27/2007 :  18:22:44  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Small flashes of life
interspersed between long periods of
just breathing make up our days...

As time goes on, as we grow older and older,
the flashes move together in our memories
like one long tapestry, all as one piece...
We learn, we prepare, we nourish ourselves
for and from these flashes...

Everything else is just breathing...

Rev Buckman
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BarbraG
Windchimer

1824 Posts

Posted - 07/03/2007 :  19:34:08  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
As the plane left the runway leaving Denver, I looked back. I was leaving the better part of myself, all the while wanting to linger another week or two or three.....or four. Long blonde hair, sky blue eyes, Snow White-red rosy lips, all wrapped up in a little girl that I hardly know but taught her to sing "What's New, *****cat?"
in one sitting. It's not fair, sometimes. Life. I think it wasn't meant for families to be hundreds and hundreds of miles apart in a place you can only get to in a hurry by plane. A leisurely Sunday afternoon drive should take you to where your heart is, where it lives in the eyes of a grandaughter, who just turned three years old, and who calls you "Nanu". "Don't leave me," she said, as she walked into her bedroom last night, but wouldn't linger to kiss me goodnight. And, tonight, I am just a plane ride away from her, but it seems like an ocean, the distance between me and sunny Ashlyn. Blue eyes. Blue skies out of the plane window. Blue tears.

BarbraG
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2703 Posts

Posted - 07/04/2007 :  07:37:02  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
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1841 Posts

Posted - 07/04/2007 :  21:27:34  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
She's waiting on land looking out to sea. A thousand steep hills behind her. A bracelet bridge. A wind more salt than sugar. He's coming home now. Under the bridge's golden crown. A rough breeze lifting his heavy hair. Aye, it does. As when he sailed to America. Nine hundred years before Columbus.

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BarbraG
Windchimer

1824 Posts

Posted - 07/04/2007 :  21:51:58  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"A wind more salt than sugar". --- Ailinn, you drive me CRAZY not writing a whole story !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You have a way with words that is . . . well, I need a word to describe it ....searching...
a word that is not used often . . . let's see, now..... still searching .. .. okay, okay... I need to fall back on a familiar phrase here. "totally awesome, dude". Love your work.

BGee

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Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3790 Posts

Posted - 07/04/2007 :  22:09:04  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The hem of her dress raised ever so slightly, reveiling...and yet not. Her suggestive tones lead us astray to another place and time, alluding to somewhere else. Must we know the mystery straightforth? I dare not to fathom the answer. I shall watch and wait, as any good person may. Yes, watch and wait. Not to take the bait just yet, not yet to be pulled into her lair...just yet.

craig
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1841 Posts

Posted - 07/05/2007 :  18:57:05  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Barbra, you too are "totally awesome, dude". Surf's up. Let's go hang ten.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1841 Posts

Posted - 07/05/2007 :  19:04:07  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Stored in a trunk at the foot of their high iron bed are centuries of X'd-out calendars. The water-logged pages of nature's apocalyptic portfolio. His compass and sextant. His sword and his suit of burnishd mail. His crown and his shackles. Tales of looming despair. Hot oil spilling from the parapets. His treatise on days gone by. Gore and glory. Early summer mornings when his eyes and hands are awake, he leans up on one elbow squinting through last night's siege. Reaches over to the bedside table and turns the hour glass upside down. Then the sun leaps through the window and scorches the sheets.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1841 Posts

Posted - 07/07/2007 :  17:21:42  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
...where they meet on the ferry from Kerry to Clare and quickly cross the wide-mouthed Shannon. "How are you keeping?" she asks him. "Oh, business as usual," he replies. Their new names are intent upon pushing them over a cliff where cruel waves are crashing beneath them. The tide rises in high anticipation. Giddy with foam. He searches his empty pockets. Turns them inside-out. The talisman tight in his fist now. A lit candle of mischief behind his bright eyes. Blisters and bare feet. Not what she imagined when he told her they were crossing. The sun-charged air of a seaside city. The mica-flecked Santa Ana's in crimson July. At the edge of town he kneels down to fix the strap on her sandal. Not distracted by the egrets in Batiquitos Lagoon. Dozens of them. So unusual. He's concentrating on the bracelet of freckles swarming across her right ankle.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2703 Posts

Posted - 07/11/2007 :  20:22:44  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Like all lovers we wanted forever...

Like all lovers we thought we had magic by the tail
Like all lovers we thought the other would be perfect
Like all lovers we were deaf & blind to evrybody else
Like all lovers we glimpsed the future
Like all lovers we laughed and cried at the same things
Like all lovers we talked of the moon and stars alot
Like all lovers we broke the speed limit & never saw the signs
Like all lovers we never noticed the weather
Like all lovers we walked the rivers and streams
Like all lovers we wrote bad poetry
Like all lovers we thought the wood in the fireplace would burn on & on
Like all lovers we thought that dawn and twilight meant the same thing
Like all lovers we wanted too much
Like all lovers we thought we were different

Like some lovers we woke up in the nite crying
Like some lovers we hit the ground and stumbled
Like some lovers we never said goodbye
Like some lovers we ran away and hid
Like some lovers we said things we regretted
Like some lovers we never will see each other again
Like some lovers we will make up over and over
Like some lovers we learned and grew
Like some lovers we crawled into a bottle and died
Like some lovers we grew a harder heart
Like some lovers we talked it out late at night
Like some lovers one of us moved on and one couldn't
Like some lovers we ran and ran and ran
Like some lovers our dreams were shattered
Like some lovers we moved on to others
Like some lovers we waited for the next one
Like some lovers we woke up alone and wondered why

Like all lovers we wanted forever
Like all lovers we thought we were different

Like some lovers we found a new trail to the river
Like some lovers we go on dreaming
Like some lovers we go on........

Hank Beukema - Dec 2006

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Jace
Rocker

USA
379 Posts

Posted - 07/14/2007 :  10:29:12  Show Profile  Visit Jace's Homepage  Edit Reply  Send Jace an AOL message  Send Jace a Yahoo! Message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
quote:
Originally posted by buckman

Like all lovers we wanted forever...

..........

Like some lovers we go on........

Hank Beukema - Dec 2006





HANK!!! INCREDIBLE! AWESOME! INSPIRING!!!

Thanks for sharing!

Jace

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buckman
Firefly

USA
2703 Posts

Posted - 07/19/2007 :  17:00:10  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
A COLD DAY IN JULY

I wait at the airport
With the snow falling down
It's a strange summer night
In this cold New York town
What once was so wrong
Is turning out so right
My baby's flying in
On the ten o' clock flight

The weatherman says
They expect it to freeze
I spent all of June
Down on my knees
The table's been turned
It's all come around
I watch and I wait
For her plane to touch down

She said,
When Hell freezes over
I'll come back to you
I'm worn out and tired
Baby we're through
Well, it's a cold day in July
I know it's quite rare
But her plane's in the sky and
There's a chill in the air

She tried hard to tell me
That she had to go
A woman like her
I never would know
She turned and she walked out
Taking all I believed
Sometimes a man's not a man
I just watched her leave

Time spent alone's like
Chasing a fast train
The days dwindle down
You run thru the pain
The nights are so quiet
The whiskey flows
The silence so deafening
You can hear yourself grow old

Sometimes a woman is
Just like a man
She gets lonely and hurt
And does all she can
Wherever she runs
Wherever she turns
She's reminded forever
That the flame still burns

She said,
When Hell freezes over
I'll come back to you
I'm worn out and tired
Baby we're through
Well, it's a cold day in July
I know it's quite rare
But her plane's in the sky and
There's a chill in the air

When Hell freezes over
I'll come back to you
I'm worn out and tired
Baby we're through
Well, it's a cold day in July
I know it's quite rare
But her plane's in the sky and
There's a chill in the air

Hank Beukema - revbuckmanmusic - 2007


http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5432 Posts

Posted - 07/19/2007 :  17:14:07  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
A good lyric, my friend. The chorus is great.
I'm proud of you, Hank.

http://www.myspace.com/mickeynewbury
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Gloria
Rocker

USA
293 Posts

Posted - 07/21/2007 :  05:00:18  Show Profile  Visit Gloria's Homepage  Edit Reply  Send Gloria an AOL message  Send Gloria a Yahoo! Message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
beauitful lyrics

my inspirational poems
www.thestarlitecafe.com/poets/Gloria
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2703 Posts

Posted - 07/22/2007 :  08:50:47  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Sunday mornin...

Melinda's out for a ride, late comin back...
Camp Cookie's makin the biscuits;
I can smell them as I sit in the sun
reading about Santa Ana and Sam Houston
and their 18 minute battle that changed the world...
The dark saloon and the whiskey
are so far gone that I almost can't remember
the nites spent
making love to that green bottle and
dancing in the dark with a ghost...
I look out at the woods and sip my coffee...

Anything can happen today...

Rev Buckman


See more of my writing at:
http://www.mytown.ca/beukema/
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
[NOW INCLUDING AUDIOS]
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San Diego
Rocker

474 Posts

Posted - 08/02/2007 :  20:08:57  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
While we were away: At Huntington Beach forty cowboys, nine cattle dogs, and one hundred steers hit the high tide mark at 7am. The cowboys in Stetsons, jeans, boots, and bandanas, wraparound sunglasses and tropical shirts. Four news helicopters overhead. One wrangler from the Longboard Cowboys remembered; "I left Huntington in a Chevy in '66 and came back on a mule. That mule wears a bandana that reads, NEVER SURF DOWNSTREAM FROM THE HERD. At the Pier the steers were loaded in cattle trucks and driven to Costa Mesa to run through the streets, Pamplona-style for the opening of the Orange County Fair. Yee Haw!
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1841 Posts

Posted - 08/02/2007 :  20:14:43  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Each night he laid the untangled truth before her. His breath, a blistered frost on the air as the second hand swept forward. Their house was a wooden dream. Like living within branches. And the climate finally at his fingertips. Summer-full and close to an ocean where the tide rose under their bed. He said he never tired of the changing sky or the moon's silver apparition. The sun ticking down like a golden clock on a shore he recalled when the ice around his fingers began to thaw.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2703 Posts

Posted - 08/03/2007 :  04:01:27  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Oh my.... To think of you crossing the Hudson.... and then Cooperstown... I am near the Tappan Zee bridge in Rockland,23 miles northeast of Gotham...

Glad your spirit was near...

~*~
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BarbraG
Windchimer

1824 Posts

Posted - 08/03/2007 :  19:39:19  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
He opened the car door. On the seat was a note from her. It read --

"My Love, be careful...today and every day. You never know what may happen. Today, many people woke up and went about what was a normal day and, hopefully, most of.. or all of.. their day was good. Mothers, fathers, sons and daughters were pondering what tomorrow would bring. Could ALL of them have been happy? .. Probably not. .. Could ALL have been sad? Not likely. .. Could some have been facing something awful in their life? Of course. But, all of it -- their hopes -- their dreams -- their fears -- ALL of it came to an end today, when they did nothing more than . . . . cross a bridge."


BGee

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buckman
Firefly

USA
2703 Posts

Posted - 08/04/2007 :  13:07:39  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"He stood in the rain just listening
and wondering...how long it took for
one drop to get to the forest floor
from the tallest tree.
Some nightbird's call cut through the
damp dark and he felt like one of the
huddled creatures... only there was
nothing to draw warmth from.
He was acutely aware of the sound of
his own breathing and the noise of
his boots scooting on rocky mud.
He adjusted the back pack which held
the last thing she had given him and
continued the slow walk down the mountain.
It was pouring so hard he almost ran into
a cabin wall. If there ever was a door,
it wasn't there now so in he went.
A black blur of something went through
his legs and he almost fell.
As he regained his balance and heard the
click, he knew he was not alone."

RON L. - 2004
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