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Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3759 Posts

Posted - 06/07/2007 :  22:05:34  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
So long ago
It was so long ago

He is haunted by the times he knew before she was gone.

The memory of her holds him like
a chain left to rust in the rain.
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Jonmark
Windchimer

USA
1785 Posts

Posted - 06/08/2007 :  07:53:16  Show Profile  Visit Jonmark's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
quote:
Originally posted by BarbraG

JonMark
You made me smile.



Ditto, BGee.
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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5427 Posts

Posted - 06/09/2007 :  12:13:01  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I saw it.

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

Canada
5427 Posts

Posted - 06/09/2007 :  14:37:21  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
It was late and I forget it already...

http://www.myspace.com/mickeynewbury
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BarbraG
Windchimer

1820 Posts

Posted - 06/09/2007 :  22:22:18  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I am looking outside my window at the peaceful rain falling from a clear, blue sky. If there are clouds, they are far above what I can see with my eyes. From the oceans to the mountains and the valleys in between, drought stricken land is in need of water. The thunder is rolling somewhere, and the lightning is striking, but not outside my window. Peaceful rain.. Quiet rain. Musical rain. Beautiful.
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aussiedave
Swinger

Australia
506 Posts

Posted - 06/10/2007 :  03:51:06  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send aussiedave a Yahoo! Message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
dancing shadows
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1727 Posts

Posted - 06/10/2007 :  20:10:43  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
There was nothing in her that didn't lean hard toward him. On the dark march toward wisdom he was her lamp and her fire. Candles on the table burning the house down. Colored stains in the wood where the wax melted and cooled. The old oaken table with its many carved words. The Civil Guard at their door. Dream-riddled nights. Alibis on the radio. And the moon coming up out of the canyon, yes. Juniper and sage on the air. And always the candles flickering. Their soft amber glow.
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BarbraG
Windchimer

1820 Posts

Posted - 06/10/2007 :  23:26:28  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Coooooooooool writing.
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Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3759 Posts

Posted - 06/12/2007 :  20:33:10  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply

Lo! Death has reared himself a throne
In a strange city lying alone
Far down within the dim West,
Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best
Have gone to their eternal rest.
There shrines and palaces and towers
(Time-eaten towers that tremble not!)
Resemble nothing that is ours.
Around, by lifting winds forgot,
Resignedly beneath the sky
The melancholy waters lie.

No rays from the holy heaven come down
On the long night-time of that town;
But light from out the lurid sea
Streams up the turrets silently--
Gleams up the pinnacles far and free--
Up domes - up spires - up kingly halls--
Up fanes - up Babylon-like walls--
Up shadowy long-forgotten bowers
Of sculptured ivy and stone flowers--
Up many and many a marvellous shrine
Whose wreathed friezes intertwine
The viol, the violet, and the vine.
Resignedly beneath the sky
The melancholy waters lie.
So blend the turrets and shadows there
That all seem pendulous in air,
While from a proud tower in the town
Death looks gigantically down.

There open fanes and gaping graves
Yawn level with the luminous waves;
But not the riches there that lie
In each idol's diamond eye--
Not the gaily-jewelled dead
Tempt the waters from their bed;
For no ripples curl, alas!
Along that wilderness of glass--
No swellings tell that winds may be
Upon some far-off happier sea--
No heavings hint that winds have been
On seas less hideously serene.

But lo, a stir is in the air!
The wave - there is a movement there!
As if the towers had thrust aside,
In slightly sinking, the dull tide--
As if their tops had feebly given
A void within the filmy Heaven.
The waves have now a redder glow--
The hours are breathing faint and low--
And when, amid no earthly moans,
Down, down that town shall settle hence,
Hell, rising from a thousand thrones,
Shall do it reverence.

E.A.P.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1727 Posts

Posted - 06/13/2007 :  22:32:40  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Beloved! amid the earnest woes
That crowd around my earthly path--
(Drear path, alas! where grows
Not even one lonely rose)--
My soul at least a solace hath
In dreams of thee, and therein knows
An Eden of bland repose.

And thus thy memory is to me
Like some enchanted far-off isle
In some tumultuous sea--
Some ocean throbbing far and free
With storms--but where meanwhile
Serenest skies continually
Just o'er that one bright island smile.

~Edgar Allan Poe~


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Ailinn
Windchimer

1727 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~
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 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
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 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
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 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/
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1727 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-
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Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3759 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
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Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3759 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





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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 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
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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
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1727 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.
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