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Ailinn
Windchimer

1612 Posts

Posted - 09/09/2007 :  18:31:59  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"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

1612 Posts

Posted - 09/09/2007 :  18:34:38  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
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

1612 Posts

Posted - 09/09/2007 :  18:39:27  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
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

1612 Posts

Posted - 09/12/2007 :  18:46:29  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. 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
2701 Posts

Posted - 09/12/2007 :  18:58:41  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
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

1612 Posts

Posted - 09/12/2007 :  19:21:32  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
stars splashed across the dashboard with his hand on her knee
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BarbraG
Windchimer

1812 Posts

Posted - 09/12/2007 :  22:29:01  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
say whaaaaat ?
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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5422 Posts

Posted - 09/13/2007 :  00:46:35  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Thereís a rattle in the dashboard
Itís not the radio
Sounds like someone whistliní there
A friend you used to know
A friend you lost and grieved for
The deep night sings his song
Until the morniní comes and gently rocks
The moonlight in its arms

DL


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

1612 Posts

Posted - 09/13/2007 :  18:18:07  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
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
2701 Posts

Posted - 09/13/2007 :  20:12:52  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
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

1812 Posts

Posted - 09/13/2007 :  20:38:31  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
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
2701 Posts

Posted - 09/15/2007 :  07:04:49  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
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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BarbraG
Windchimer

1812 Posts

Posted - 09/15/2007 :  23:58:10  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I can't get up that mountain !!! It's getting ready to snow
and all my efforts will be to no avail. I can't take my men
up that mountain to die. They'll die if I take them up there
to rescue that climber. We don't have a clue where he is, or
even if he fell when the blizzard started. He sure knew there
was a storm brewing because it's been coming in for days. I
hate it !! I really do !!! But, some of this terrible situation is going to have to be owned by the climber. I just can't take my men up there to die. Sure. Sure. Every single one of them want to
go and bring him back safely. But, I am the boss, the head man,
and I have told them . . . . . . . . No ! May God bless him and
keep him. It's an awful thing, knowing you're about to die.
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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5422 Posts

Posted - 09/16/2007 :  01:43:38  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
THE CAREGIVERS

The sun will be your star now
And its light will ring your soul
Being who you are now
Will attain your every goal
There is music all around you
We're the singing in the air
Don't ask us how we found you
It's enough that we are here

We'll protect you when you're falling
We will give you back the wild
We will lead you to your calling
We will love you like a child
And steadfast to your purpose
We will help you move the stone
It is too late to be nervous
We are none of us alone

We will guide you through the night time
We will help you find the day
Where each moment is the right time
And there is no other way
We will lead you to the heart of
Every one you held you so dear
They'll rejoin you and be part of
Every day you live from here

If they don't seem to recognize you
It's not that they forget
They dream and they are wise to
What you're not wise to yet
We recommend you travel lightly
They will see that you are fed
They will tend to you, and nightly
Trim a lantern by your bed

This old country is not healthy
The orchards have grown bare
And the woman at the well, she
Can't find water anywhere
She is old and suffers blindness
And she does not hear us sing
All she answers to is kindness
That's the water you will bring

It's a mystery so simple
And each day it is remade
The sun will rise and build a temple
From each momentary shade
There are kings who come with bribes here
And they claim a brighter star
There must be a dozen tribes here
Who've forgotten who you are

The sun will be your guide now
And its light will name the day
You will feel the sun inside now
The kiln that forms the clay
Do not worry how we found you
Every secret is a prayer
Join the music all around you
Be the singing in the air

DL


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

1812 Posts

Posted - 09/16/2007 :  12:29:08  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Oh, my goodness, Doug. That is beautiful. It brought
tears to my eyes. Posted right after the one I wrote about not
going up to rescue the mountain climber . . . . . well, I think
you know what I felt when I read it. It's wonderful. It's genius,
as is all of your work to me.

Love your work.
BGee

Edited by - BarbraG on 09/17/2007 21:56:36
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BarbraG
Windchimer

1812 Posts

Posted - 09/17/2007 :  21:58:39  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
So glad you posted this to the Front Porch. Thanks. I am going
to make a "Doug Lang Poetry" folder. I sure am. It will be one of
my treasures.

BGee
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Karen Runk
Firefly

USA
4924 Posts

Posted - 09/18/2007 :  08:39:39  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send Karen Runk an AOL message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Oh Barb, you are going to have to get a big filing system. I have printed most all of Doug's stuff, and had to clean out my filing cabinet and store them elsewhere. He's been doing this for a long time.

I like to read things on paper share the stuff with others.

Have fun....

Karen Runk
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1612 Posts

Posted - 09/20/2007 :  17:25:09  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Heart-shaped shovels in the quartzite ditch. Raised blisters at broken Red Pass. Dust devils haunting the glitter-bright air crackling like cellophane around them. Thunder in the trestles. Mirage and sheet lightning. Salt-laden lashes and sun-stung cheeks. Sparks under his flashpoint fingertips. "Write me a letter," he cries as the train pulls away from the station. "Oh, Rhyolite, Rhyolite, railway through Hell, tell the Warden I'll soon be arrivin'."
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 09/20/2007 :  17:29:31  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
While we are Gods
We can only watch them struggle...
While we are Gods we cannot help them
In their pain,,,

I wish that we could tell them to stop,
Don't worry
It won't change anything...
Do your best
Love one another
Believe in what you have to....

Until we have faces
We cannot help them...
Someday Yahweh will
Send one to walk among them....

Rev Buckman
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1612 Posts

Posted - 09/20/2007 :  17:31:23  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"Remember this life in amber."

~Mickey Newbury~
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