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BarbraG
Windchimer
1821 Posts |
 Posted - 09/02/2007 : 10:49:18
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Sweet Hank,
Did I ever tell you that I have my own river, too? It's the
Suwanee, about 25 miles from my front door. Trust me. It's MINE.
I visit her often. There's just something about her !! She's a
little low right now but, if the rains in Georgia ever come, she'll
rise again !!!
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Judy W.
Windchimer
1957 Posts |
Posted - 09/02/2007 : 15:34:54
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She will rise again....
Loving you,
Judy |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2702 Posts |
Posted - 09/02/2007 : 19:20:30
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There are voices in the mirror
And there are faces at the door
And they open on the rivers
We've never seen before
Are there choices for the sparrow?
Or does he only fly high above
The rivers pulling you and I
CHORUS
Oh there are strange rivers
Rivers that we cannot see
And there are strange rivers
Who know our destiny
And there are strange rivers
And we're sailors, you and me.
And he could have been a builder
And he could have been the one
To turn his dreams to steel
Catherdrals in the sun
And he could have been a builder
But then he brought a gun
There are forces in the river
That keep him on the run
REPEAT CHORUS
Did you ever turn a corner
And you wonder why you did
'Cuz you haven't been that way
Since you were just a kid
Nothing really happened
And then you've got to say
You wonder what would've happened
Had you gone the other way
REPEAT CHORUS
There are strange rivers,
There are strange rivers,
There are strange rivers,
There are strange rivers,
Ooh, ooh there are strange rivers. . .
Feel the river
See the river
Be the river.
John Stewart
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1821 Posts |
Posted - 09/02/2007 : 20:09:03
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YOU are a river, Hank B. Yes, you are.
BGee |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2702 Posts |
Posted - 09/03/2007 : 08:53:14
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Tumbling Tumbleweeds
Mom and Dad took me to the
Old Madison Square Garden in 1959
To see the Roy Roger's Rodeo...
The Sons of the Pioneers sat right
In front of us
Tall on their horses and sang
Cool Water and the horses never moved...
When they sang Tumbling Tumbleweeds
The horses danced sideways like they
Really liked this one...
Rev Buckman
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Joe Z
Windchimer
USA
1800 Posts |
Posted - 09/03/2007 : 09:08:14
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2702 Posts |
Posted - 09/03/2007 : 16:23:47
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The caves near the Little Sur River were home for a month...
The Oakland Angels brought me food sometimes
and wine that was laced with everything Leary had ever dreamt of...
They taught me how to hang over the water from the rocks
and pry off the abalone that we could cook and then
sell the shells in Carmel for ashtrays....
The cold wind that came from Japan made me call the collies to sleep with me...
I learned that the bikers called a really cold night
a three dog night......
Elvin Preacher was the Oakland group's chaplain...
One bright night I swear I saw him on his knees,
silhouetted in the light, howling at the moon...
I did a little howling myself that night,
after I jumped off a little crag and landed in some driftwood...
It wasn't as soft as the beach i had planned to land on
and I cut my foot pretty bad...
I sort of remember being in the rain in Carmel looking
for medical help but I never got it...
Homeless gypsies were no more popular in 1970 than any other time in history...
I spent that night on a park bench in front of a Sambo's...
Elvin, if you're still on the planet,
Thanks for the prayers....
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1821 Posts |
Posted - 09/03/2007 : 21:43:01
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Hank,
I can't tell sometimes if you're spinnin' a tale or truthin'.
In this case, tell me.
BarbraG |
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1821 Posts |
Posted - 09/03/2007 : 22:01:00
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"An Early Spring"
Looking out of my window, I'm looking at the stars
What's that in the corner, I think it must be Mars
The sun was shining so brightly earlier today
Now, the moon calls softly..."look...just look my way"
The brightest star is shining in the distance over there
The universe is spinning around going who knows where
Somewhere, someone is laughing with a smile from ear to ear
Somewhere else, someone's crying, shedding many tears.
I thought I saw a robin on the lawn just yesterday
I've heard that means an early Spring will soon be on its way
It will be so good to see the snow melt once again
Because that means the roses will bloom again.. and then..
The sunrise will call me to lift my eyes up to the sky
Just to watch the rainbow's curve as storm clouds pass me by
I wanted to write this down and share it all with you
I wanted to tell you in these few words my love for you is true
I see your face in every sunrise..I hear your voice, sweetheart
You are the reason that I live and I know we'll never part
The wonders of the universe are so much brighter now
Your touch is almost heaven and I'm making this one vow
Tomorrow, I'll be right beside you as we begin our life
I just can't wait for one more day to have you for my wife
As we begin our life together, as our future looks so bright
The sun, the moon and the stars will be with us through the nights..
Yes, I thought I saw a robin on the lawn just yesterday
I've heard that means an early Spring will soon be on its way
Barbra Griffin
BGee
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Doug L
Firefly
Canada
5427 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
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Ailinn
Windchimer
1766 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~
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1821 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
5427 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
2702 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
2702 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
1766 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
1766 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
1766 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...
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