Mickey Newbury Web Board
Mickey Newbury Web Board
Home | Profile | Register | Active Topics | Members | Search | FAQ
Username:
Password:
Save Password
Forgot your Password? | Admin Options

 All Forums
 The Back Porch
 Open Topic
 The Nightly Vigil
 New Topic  Reply to Topic
 Printer Friendly
Previous Page | Next Page
Author  Topic Next Topic
Page: of 160 Lock Topic Edit Topic Delete Topic New Topic Reply to Topic

Ailinn
Windchimer

1809 Posts

Posted - 06/13/2007 :  22:40:11  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"I suppose it's like whispering something to the person sitting next to you...and they in turn...pass it on. How different the story sounds...once it's been around the table."

~Mickey Newbury~
Go to Top of Page

buckman
Firefly

USA
2703 Posts

Posted - 06/16/2007 :  13:01:18  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Today the river made a break for it...

I followed it
Hoping
It was going to Alabama
But it stopped by Rudy's place and
We both talked to Mickey for awhile.
Jesse was there too and I told him
What a fine man he had become.

Beck called and said she couldn't drive the school bus anymore
In her dreams
Because she couldn't stop and see her friends along the way.

I was hoping to get the Randall knife by Father's Day
But the mailman knocked down my box
And I can't get it to stand up anymore...

Today the river made a break for it
But I followed it...


Rev Buckman
Go to Top of Page

buckman
Firefly

USA
2703 Posts

Posted - 06/17/2007 :  08:13:57  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I was drinking coffee when Melinda rode in...
Carmelita's cup stain was still on the table...
I said, Where've you been?
She said, South... why are you drinking coffee?
I said, Because I need to be strong...
I'm fighting them alone now...
She said, It doesn't have to be that way...
I said, Yes it does...
She said, Be careful, I'd miss you...

I said, Really?

Rev Buckman
Go to Top of Page

buckman
Firefly

USA
2703 Posts

Posted - 06/17/2007 :  18:42:18  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
She appeared out of the silence.
Glow of a fire from far off down the beach.
Tangy taste of saltwater on her lips,
hair slick and shiny in the moonlight.
Curve of hips against the ocean. Arms encircling bare backs. Breathing coming in gulps, throat growing huskier...

Laying entwined in the sand,
legs around legs, arm over chest,
she asked me if I had remembered to turn off the coffee pot...

Rev Buckman

http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
Go to Top of Page

Ailinn
Windchimer

1809 Posts

Posted - 06/19/2007 :  21:04:34  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
At his elbow the list of everything he assigns to the garden. Still incomplete. Corners curling. He's tapping his fingers. He's sipping his coffee. He's smoking a cigarette. You know damn well he is. There are many items crossed out with gold ink. Gold ink on his thumb. Gold fingerprints where his write hand pauses-
Go to Top of Page

Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3779 Posts

Posted - 06/20/2007 :  20:13:23  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The gaslight dimly glows through the basement windowpane.
The grass overgrown in the lawn, merely shadows the pain.
A life packed away in cardboard, once so full of light.
Faded pictures and memories from years in the past.

She sits silently in the dark and watches TV. Most nights, her only friend.
This morning's newspaper still on the porch, old news from another day gone by.
Friends afar, family even farther, a phone call is welcome every now and then.

craig


Edited by - Craig on 06/20/2007 21:12:43
Go to Top of Page

Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3779 Posts

Posted - 06/21/2007 :  19:55:11  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The boat, tied to a piling, gently rocks as another collier makes its way out to sea. Seagulls lazily ride the late afternoon's cool ocean breeze. Small gentle waves lap at the sandy shore. Hand in hand lovers talking of nothing, as they walk barefoot on the peaceful beach, hunting seashells. As the sun gets lower and slowly falls into the ocean, the brilliant red and golden sunset slowly turns to maroon. The moon makes it's appearance on the eastern horizon, bringing nightfall and a change in tide with it.

Red sky at night, sailor's delight.

"Delight" is such a well chosen word tonight...at Half Moon Bay.

Craig





Go to Top of Page

buckman
Firefly

USA
2703 Posts

Posted - 06/22/2007 :  21:09:47  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The Sailor sings
his harlequin melodies and we dance...

When I was on the Ocean all
I wanted was land...
When I was crossing
the Great Desert all
I wanted was water...
It is The Desire...
The dream that will follow
That is The Mountaintop...

Sometimes when I am with the woman
I want to be alone...
But when I am alone
I always want to be with the woman...

It is the Desire
of the Dream
That fires our blood and
Takes us to the oceans and
The stars...
It is not the arriving

The light begins to rise
behind us and brings a
stillness that the whole
earth seems to listen to...
It has been a long time since
I rode with another and
my words come as if from
another's tongue...
Her words sound like
music in my mind...
Yet,the comfort comes in the
company not the words...

As we go we do not know
where we go
Only that we
must go...

The faith and the light of
that one star that has driven
so many to follow it for
so long leads us...

Despite the one that
said that the piper
has been paid
We must all pay our debts
Ourselves...
WE are the ones that have
to live the day to day
life that the Music man
talks about.....

May you live it with grace...

[For Mickey & Becka]

Rev Buckman

Edited by - buckman on 06/22/2007 21:14:43
Go to Top of Page

Karen Runk
Firefly

USA
4925 Posts

Posted - 06/22/2007 :  22:25:09  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send Karen Runk an AOL message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Love this Hank.....thanks for sharing.

Karen Runk
Go to Top of Page

Ailinn
Windchimer

1809 Posts

Posted - 06/23/2007 :  17:22:46  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Sunrise Retirement Home Creative Writing Project
June 23, 2007
McKenna's first draft:

Tin Fish

by 1815919914

In 2030 suicide is not allowed unless you have an Exit permit. All of the Blue Planet's population is contingent upon The Savior's arrival. It is believed that this Savior will not know who He or She is until the final hour. Therefore suicide by any group or individual can constitute the end of salvation. Salvation being the only viable solution for the inhabitants left on Earth. Life Scribes patrol the learning hives. Counseling Kiosks* are stationed on every corner where there are still ambulatory Tribes. There's the usual dearth of noosed Protesters. Good Will Assassins and Fate Mongers with their delicious and spicy-hot snacks on sticks. Tasty fortunes you eat at your own risk. On 25-12-2025 the Short War began. It lasted 71 hours. It changed history's profile and the way people think when THEY succeeded in seeding the clouds. THEY are global. The Truists are the annealing infrastructure in mortal and immortal combat against THEY. The Truists are telepathic. A strain of humans with bodies naturally tempered to withstand severe changes in temperature. The Truists have the ability to read each other's minds. Whether this phenomena is genetic or engineered has not yet been decided. Nor has the statistics on the number of units involved. Early estimates put the figure at 10% universal. Their motto is All of one mind. Their symbol is a barbed wire crown.


*McKenna swears the Counseling Kiosks sprung up overnight like Starbucks. He's taken a shine to Elise who's commandeered a 5-power magnifying glass to read his long-hand scribbling. Robber's arranged for them to have their "Walking Therapy" together. McKenna carries a pad in his pocket, and he's tucked a blue Bic behind his right ear. They walk with their shoulders touching, leaning on their His and Hers canes.
Go to Top of Page

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
Go to Top of Page

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
Go to Top of Page

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
Go to Top of Page

Ailinn
Windchimer

1809 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.

Go to Top of Page

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

Go to Top of Page

Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3779 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
Go to Top of Page

Ailinn
Windchimer

1809 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.
Go to Top of Page

Ailinn
Windchimer

1809 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.
Go to Top of Page

Ailinn
Windchimer

1809 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.
Go to Top of Page

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

Go to Top of Page
Page: of 160  Topic Next Topic   Lock Topic Edit Topic Delete Topic New Topic Reply to Topic
Previous Page | Next Page
 New Topic  Reply to Topic
 Printer Friendly
Jump To:
Mickey Newbury Web Board © 2003 Mickeynewbury.com Go To Top Of Page
Snitz Forums 2000