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Ailinn
Windchimer

1516 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

1516 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
2698 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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Ailinn
Windchimer

1516 Posts

Posted - 07/15/2007 :  19:16:18  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Come stand by the old scroll verdigris gate when he enters the realm of myth laughing. See her heavy books slide to the ground as she rushes toward him. Paper lanterns alive in the trees. A world's nascent light to surround them. Under that canopied grace he paints pictures behind her closed eyes. The denser nights of Durrow. The damp and the dark and the cold. The long cobbled road where gravity holds them spinning. "Guard this memory," says he.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2698 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
5416 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
2698 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

420 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

1516 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
2698 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

1802 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
2698 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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Ailinn
Windchimer

1516 Posts

Posted - 08/04/2007 :  18:03:53  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"The tradeoff of living in a small town is not having a lot of services just down the street. For the last ten years in renting out a condo here, the blinds or clips frequently need repairs and the people who use to fix all this are about an hour north of here in Bandon, Oregon. Their names are Bob and Lorraine and they used to live over in Medford where he was a TV control operator. Between the congestion and the heat, they wanted to move to the coast and saw a need for a repair service for blinds. They also impressed us with their professionalism and their positive outlook especially since he appeared to have had a stroke and had a slight lift on one side of his face.

I always used to pass their place in Bandon on the way to Mickey's and would leave something to be repaired and would pick it up on the way back. So this morning, I drove along the Oregon coast with temperatures in the mid 70's and the ocean was so beautiful, it was like looking at another planet, which, in essence, it is. You pass through little towns and homes that seem to have the spirit of Norman Rockwell. There are signs for homemade jams and jellies and in a small place names Langlois, there is an actual diner called "The Greasy Spoon Cafe." I had to wait for this blind to be repaired and got a look at what their life seems to be about.

***

They don't make much money. He is a meticulous repair guy and charged me 12 bucks for almost an hours work. Says it's fun and never did expect to make a whole lot. Lorraine sells a little coastal advertising for the Medford newspaper. They are inseparable and she won't let him drive alone. They used to travel quite a bit up and down the coast but the gas prices leave the van under their trees. They have a little house and shop in a stand of pines just off the 101 outside of town. It's not luxurious but it's a place of pleasure for them with a small fountain in front and flowers and greenery all around. Lorraine takes care of Loretta, a 30 year old horse she bought 11 years ago. She's reddish-brown with a golden mane...and you can tell Lorraine and Lorretta know the familiar language of love. The sun was pleasantly warm with just enough hum in the pines to keep that little glade cool.

I got back in the car to head home to Gold Beach. As gorgeous as it is here on the coast, it's also a hard place. There are lots of men with full beards and empty pockets and a hundred sunsets may fill a sky but not a plate.

Yet, most I meet are smiling people and very grateful for what they do have.

Like Bob and Lorraine."

Ron Lyons
8/24/04

He always saw with his heart filled with the familiar language of love.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1516 Posts

Posted - 08/04/2007 :  18:15:56  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"He knew who he was and he knew what year it was supposed to be as he awakened after slipping and rolling down the hill. He lay stunned by the Little Creek that flowed below their house. He could clearly hear the water as his eyes closed again.

When he opened them again, he could still hear the water but in shock realized it was rain drumming on the top of the car. THE CAR? As he looked around, he felt he must be delirious because he was sitting in his old blue '49 Plymouth. It LOOKED like he was sitting right in the middle of the upper level of Lee Edwards High School parking lot. He stole a look at his watch which glowed in the dark and said it was exactly 3 in the morning. Wait a minute. His watch doesn't glow. But this was his old watch when he was 16. The keys were in the ignition and the motor sounded loud even with the rain falling. The gas guage was at the full mark.

Well, he thought. If this were really his Plymouth, it won't go in reverse.

It didn't."

Ron Lyons
November 27, 2004

Well, dear heart... I guess you're cruisin' in your '49 Plymouth now...picking up Old Friends along the way.

I love you, Mr. Lyons. Good night.
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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5416 Posts

Posted - 08/04/2007 :  23:34:32  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
From one of Ron's posts...

Nothing that was extremely dramatic, nothing that was especially
unusual; just a weekend of some negative things that life sometimes
is, but something did happen to make me really remember why we're
all here. We had our granddaughter and when she takes her nap, it's
in the room where my computer is and I put music on while she
drifts off.

She's a year and a half so I was sitting in the next room listening
to her coo and do what kids do as I also listened to a CD. It was
"A Long Road Home". It certainly struck me (as it has done over
and over in these latest years of my life) how much power music
has and and how truly fortunate we have all been to share Mickey
Newbury's gift.

Here she was drifting off to that wonderful sleep of innocence
none of us will ever have again, and I am sure somewhere in that
young heart, the same magic that moves us all was soothing her in
its simplicity and beauty. As I listened to all those wonderful
stories of his life, I remembered what an internal battle it must
have been to get that CD done; to know I might be drawing my last
literal breath as I struggled to finish it. I remembered when my
friend Bobby Dale died and he wanted "Looks Like Rain" playing
in his last moments.

No matter how much faith you might have, no one is ABSOLUTELY
certain what lies beyond and if you have to leave here, to have
those wonderful and inspiring moments of magic be the last thing
you hear on Earth would be a great thing. As for me, the release
Mickey's music has given me from my own various depths is a gift
beyond description. Release. One way or another, it's why we're
all here.

Thanks,
Ron

http://www.myspace.com/mickeynewbury

Edited by - Doug L on 08/05/2007 01:43:54
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2698 Posts

Posted - 08/05/2007 :  10:17:24  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Who knows another's sorrow?
Who knows another's grief?
One morning brings you gifts
Another brings a thief...

Did you lose your love in a thunderstorm?
Did you lose her in the rain?
Did you lose your child to laughter?
Did you lose him to the pain?

The days and nights we've lived so far
Have brought us to this place
The days and nights we've struggled
Some with folly some with grace...

There is no clock that's kept for you
To tell you when you'll heal
Some mornings find me dancing
Some nights I have to kneel...

The pain is something we'll live with
I know we didn't choose
But some it seems were born to win
And some were born to lose...

Who knows another's sorrow?
Who knows another's grief?
One morning brings you gifts
Another brings a thief....

Hank Beukema
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BarbraG
Windchimer

1802 Posts

Posted - 08/05/2007 :  11:03:01  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Dear sweet Hank ..

Please post that beautiful, beautiful poem on the back porch.
Please, sir.

Barbrag
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Grania
Rocker

103 Posts

Posted - 08/09/2007 :  19:10:38  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"Oh, if I could fly
I would close my eyes
Spread my wings and fly away
From all this pain
Search the stars and find
A place in space and time
I am seeking shelter
From this chillin' rain..."
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