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Doug L
Firefly
Canada
5432 Posts |
 Posted - 09/06/2007 : 00:33:08
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AUGUST
It comes up out of the ocean
warm days. It reaches
for inland meadows and sighs
across grass in its cape of rain.
People come to their doors.
They look where the trees turn
gray, where hills have stepped back
of each other. Whatever it was,
It passed carefully, touching
farms, leaning over ponds,
bending down the wheat.
People stand long at their doors.
"You were good this time, August
Old Friend. So long. So long."
William Stafford
http://www.myspace.com/mickeynewbury |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
1830 Posts |
Posted - 09/06/2007 : 18:51:00
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Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December
But the days grow short when you reach September
When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
One hasn't got time for the waiting game
Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few
September, November
And these few precious days I'll spend with you
These precious days I'll spend with you
~Maxwell Anderson and Kurt Weill~
this lyric version by Frank Sinatra |
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1824 Posts |
Posted - 09/06/2007 : 23:10:39
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September morn,
we danced until the night became a brand new day
two lovers playing scenes from some romantic play
september morning really makes me feel this way
Neil Diamond |
Edited by - BarbraG on 09/07/2007 10:25:06 |
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Ginny G.
Windchimer
USA
1809 Posts |
Posted - 09/07/2007 : 07:48:37
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quote:
Originally posted by BarbraG
September morn,
we danced until the night became a great new day
two lovers playing scenes from some romantic play
september morning really makes me feel this way
Neil Diamond
Neil Diamond who? 
Just kidding, Barbra. I've got a soft spot for Neil a mile wide. |
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Karen Runk
Firefly
USA
4925 Posts |
Posted - 09/07/2007 : 09:32:46
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Is that my favorite Diamond song or what? Ha ha, Ginny. Barb and I must love that same song.
Karen Runk |
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Doug L
Firefly
Canada
5432 Posts |
Posted - 09/08/2007 : 01:11:47
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A BLESSING
Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,
Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.
And the eyes of those two Indian ponies
Darken with kindness.
They have come gladly out of the willows
To welcome my friend and me.
We step over the barbed wire into the pasture
Where they have been grazing all day, alone.
They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness
That we have come.
They bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other.
There is no loneliness like theirs.
At home once more, they begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness.
I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms,
For she has walked over to me
And nuzzled my left hand.
She is black and white,
Her mane falls wild on her forehead,
And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear
That is delicate as the skin over a girl's wrist.
Suddenly I realize
That if I stepped out of my body I would break
Into blossom.
James Wright
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2703 Posts |
Posted - 09/08/2007 : 20:54:14
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When the madness comes in the middle of the nite
Your dreams are lost, your heart turns cold
When the water gets deep and the waves get high
You search for a rock something to hold
Don't let them tell you that you're not alone
No preacher no teacher goes along on your ride
It can take many years it can take many miles
But someday you'll know that you have it inside
Sometimes I think
We're stronger than we know
Some we get at the start
Some we find as we go
I've never been one
To give or take much advice
God knows it's true
As I look at my life
But one thing I know
And it's right and it's whole
You can misplace your life
But you hold onto your soul
Rev Buckman
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2703 Posts |
Posted - 09/09/2007 : 10:37:03
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Sit down, have some coffee
No, I'm not drinking anymore
There's been alot of changes
Since you walked out that door
I'm sorry for the things I did
And all the things I said
I'm sure it doesn't mean much now
But they're still here in my head
I know promises don't mean much
Until the words become the deeds
But the words are all I have right now
And it's time to plant the seeds
I want to try again, babe
This time it's for real
There's nothing in the way now
The scars are almost healed
I want to try again, babe
This time we'll make it fly
The only way to leave the ground
Is to spread our wings and try
Would you like another cup?
God, it's been a long, long time
Since you sat at my table
And I read you my bad rhymes
The world's turned 'round and back
The season's all had their say
Now it's fall in the Hudson Valley again
It's time we found our way
I want to try again, babe
This time it's for real
There's nothing in the way now
The scars are almost healed
I want to try again, babe
This time we'll make it fly
The only way to leave the ground
Is to spread our wings and try
The only way to leave the ground
Is to spread our wings and try...
Hank Beukema - revbuckmanmusic - 2007
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Ailinn
Windchimer
1830 Posts |
Posted - 09/09/2007 : 18:31:59
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| "Write me a letter," he shouts as the prison train pulls away. The car with barred windows. The empty horse-drawn, glass-enclosed hearse turns red by the Rhyolite Station. Macrame salt pans and Ubehebe's windy bowl howl across the Amargosa desert. The teamster cracks his whip and adjusts the jerk line. The mules come up snug against the back of the Funerals. Daylight Pass to Hell's Gate. Then down to the Devil's stove. The pointers, sixes and eights, step lightly along sideways until the hairpin corners are turned. In one hundred and twenty shade they ride toward camp and the serpent's wily business. They arrive...out of breath...with a story to tell at the end of the line. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
1830 Posts |
Posted - 09/09/2007 : 18:34:38
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| The courtyard, the alcove, the stained glass window. Flickering votives in wrougt iron trays. Smoke rising from ruby cups. Candles burning the house down in Mexico. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
1830 Posts |
Posted - 09/09/2007 : 18:39:27
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The sun goes down...I close my eyes and fall into my dreams
In the light of day my life is never what it seems
I need a place at night where I can run away and hide
Someone to help me find a way to face the world outside
Sweet Memories...
~Mickey Newbury~ |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
1830 Posts |
Posted - 09/12/2007 : 18:46:29
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| where they meet on the ferry from Kerry to Clare and quickly cross the wide-mouthed Shannon. He searches his empty pockets. Turns them inside-out. The candle of mischief behind his eyes is not what she expected. "Flame, not sparkle," he says, "guard this." |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2703 Posts |
Posted - 09/12/2007 : 18:58:41
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Consolation prize.Almost a winner. Tearing down the Wyoming interstate past the rusted fords and the dirt side roads leading to lives I would never know.Heading back East with someone I barely knew that would consume the next twenty years of my life. Too young to slow down long enough to listen to anybody. Old enough to know better. Lost her in the sun.
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Ailinn
Windchimer
1830 Posts |
Posted - 09/12/2007 : 19:21:32
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1824 Posts |
Posted - 09/12/2007 : 22:29:01
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| say whaaaaat ? |
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Doug L
Firefly
Canada
5432 Posts |
Posted - 09/13/2007 : 00:46:35
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There’s a rattle in the dashboard
It’s not the radio
Sounds like someone whistlin’ there
A friend you used to know
A friend you lost and grieved for
The deep night sings his song
Until the mornin’ comes and gently rocks
The moonlight in its arms
DL
http://www.myspace.com/mickeynewbury |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
1830 Posts |
Posted - 09/13/2007 : 18:18:07
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Some days he reaches across the sky.
Some nights he reaches through it.
O, nicked finger...O, heart full of vows. |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2703 Posts |
Posted - 09/13/2007 : 20:12:52
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Midnight memories of saying goodbye to Martina.
Face next to hers, whispering I was sorry....
For so much and so many mistakes.
But never sorry for the sweet mistake of her.
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1824 Posts |
Posted - 09/13/2007 : 20:38:31
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Some nights are full of stars with the moon a secondary
object in the sky, hanging -- just hanging there. But,
it lights the way somewhere in a foreign land, as he
waits for me to come across the sea to where he is again.
I wish I knew where he has been these last few weeks.
After searching the skies for the lights of a plane in
the night, I have given up. He can't come to me. I
have to go to him. Soon. Before my heart breaks. |
Edited by - BarbraG on 09/13/2007 22:08:45 |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2703 Posts |
Posted - 09/15/2007 : 07:04:49
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Carmelita and Martina were both sitting at the table when I walked in.
I remember thinking, This is not going to be pretty.
They had called me to come here to decide.
How could I decide?
One had been my best friend and lover for most of my adult life
and one had been my living dream of evrything that was beautiful...
Decide?
You decide, I said, and walked away from both of them,
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