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andrew p
Firefly

USA
3934 Posts

Posted - 10/02/2007 :  21:07:54  Show Profile  Visit andrew p's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
...and they will never know.

andrew

Proofread carefully to see if you any words out.
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andrew p
Firefly

USA
3934 Posts

Posted - 10/05/2007 :  09:41:10  Show Profile  Visit andrew p's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"So, do something! Fast!" said the Fish.
"Do you hear!
I saw her. Your Mother!
Your Mother is near!
So, as fast as you can,
Think of something to do!
You will have to get rid of
Thing One and Thing Two!"



Dr Seuss
The Cat In The Hat

Proofread carefully to see if you any words out.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2698 Posts

Posted - 10/05/2007 :  20:41:06  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I've never been good at reality...
Even now, sober
It fades in and out.
Sometimes I wonder if
Everyone is like that
But I never want to ask
Because I think they'll
Think me crazy.

[[Oh, babe, it's way too late for that]]

Like I said, I've never been good at reality...

Rev B
~*~

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Ailinn
Windchimer

1512 Posts

Posted - 10/05/2007 :  21:00:26  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"...Dreams are the carriage that carry us
Soooo, close your sleepy eyes and dream..."

~Mickey Newbury~

G'nite, Reverend.
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aussiedave
Rocker

Australia
479 Posts

Posted - 10/06/2007 :  05:05:20  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send aussiedave a Yahoo! Message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
TWO REALITIES

the reasoned god
loves a beautiful mind
for tolerance now reigns

its time is short
predetermined by Love

a full reward awaits
the self-righteous
they shall drink the cup dry
and crave for more

not the truth,
for it restraineth
patiently at the door,
a destiny witheld
by the hand of Love,
all knowing,encompassing.

true reality knocks,
opens and reveals

.....Light

it sweeps away all falsehood,
this age of illusion
fades into Sheol.



dR August 2004
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Grania
Rocker

103 Posts

Posted - 10/06/2007 :  20:12:12  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I want to carry you
and for you to carry me
the way voices are said to carry over water.

Just this morning on the shore,
I could hear two people talking quietly
in a row boat on the far side of the lake.

They were talking about fishing,
then one changed the subject,
and, I swear, they began talking about you.

~Billy Collins~
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BarbraG
Windchimer

1802 Posts

Posted - 10/06/2007 :  22:55:01  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Alligator in the lake behind the house. Baby moccasin in the
pool inside fences and screens. Three year old beautiful Ashlyn
wandering around and imaginations run wild. Years ago, there
was a funny story making it around. Goes like this.

Two little boys are playing in the street. One said , "Man, I
know a animal what is the meanest animal in the world "

Other one " Oh, yeah. Well, what is it?"

"it is a animal that has a leopard head at one end of his
body and a alligator head at the other."

Little boy says, "Well, you say he have a alligator head at
one end of his body and a leopard head at the other end. WEll,
how do he poop ?"

First little boy: "He DON'T!!! That what make him so mean !!"


Barbra Griffin
October 7, 2007
(c)

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buckman
Firefly

USA
2698 Posts

Posted - 10/07/2007 :  08:47:42  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Indian Summer Sunday October Hudson Valley.
Hot again today...
Leaves are not turning fiery yet
Like they did when Van wrote Moondance
in the Real Woodstock just north of here...
City people driving up the river for the
Tree shows will be disappointed and have to
drown their sorrows with Mimosas and bloody Mary's
at my friend's Irish bar where I met Plumbley
and Gilesy from the Isle of Wight
in spring of 2001 both after and before the world
turned upside down [again]...

Steely Dan Alive in America came on my jukebox while I was
walking my new [free] treadmill and
reminded me of Hazy Davy and how much hurt we all felt
for him in Amsterdam those months;
I felt like I was in jail there too, tho I know that's ridiculous
because while he was starving and fighting
for his very life,
I was drinking whiskey
and taking percocets and chasing wimmins....

Ah, life....

Indian Summer Sunday October Hudson Valley.


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BarbraG
Windchimer

1802 Posts

Posted - 10/07/2007 :  10:59:11  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Wow, Rev. B.

I can't believe I put a little (c) at the end of that silly
story. I should go to bed when I'm sleepy.

I left part of it out.

One little boy: If he have a leopard head at ONE end of his
body and a alligator head at the other, what do they call him ?

Other little boy: That's a animal they call a "lepergator".



BGee
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San Diego
Rocker

420 Posts

Posted - 10/07/2007 :  16:33:49  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
We are waiting on the arrival of a new member of our family. He's scheduled to make his appearance tomorrow around 8am. His name is Wyatt after his paternal granddaddy, David Wyatt Stone. (Jonmark, we may be related.) His Daddy will get to spend a couple of weeks with him before being deployed to Iraq. The kids are glued together with caramel apples waiting for their new cousin.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1512 Posts

Posted - 10/07/2007 :  16:36:29  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Now the diary. The last entry made years ago. The book closed and tied with frayed ribbon. And, oh, yes... The rusty key. She did not know the end to the story. Neither did he. Anything could happen. And did.
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BarbraG
Windchimer

1802 Posts

Posted - 10/09/2007 :  22:28:16  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Deployment. It's always been such an awful thing. The woman
waits for news. No news is good news. Most of the time. Deployment
is dreaded even in peacetime but, in war, is unbearable. It's the
waiting. The waiting takes on a life of its own. It grows arms
and legs, hands and feet and breathes by itself, sucking the very air out of
the world those who wait live in. It's never a friend and always an enemy. For
those who wait, time stands still and it's only good . . . . when it's over.


BGee

Edited by - BarbraG on 10/09/2007 22:31:05
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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5416 Posts

Posted - 10/10/2007 :  00:28:59  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
NO

All his life
the language mastered
him.

As if he slept
at the bottom of a waterfall,
laughing.

In his last year he said no,
once, for the first time,
the only time.

We forgot this moment,
forgot the question.
A sadness without name.

After the dark years
in the hills, not knowing
his mother had died,

He descended,
came to our table
pouring light.

The question?
Would love ever die.

Now you remember.

DL


http://www.myspace.com/mickeynewbury
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2698 Posts

Posted - 10/11/2007 :  20:46:52  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
They settled in for the night.
The lettuce was planted,
the arbor was built and they were worn down.
They sat on opposite ends of the couch and he read Michener
and she read Irving and each thought of playing with the other's toes.
It was becoming harder and harder to concentrate.

What really made it hard was the thousand miles between them.

Making the best of what you've got
sounds good but lives hard...

Missin you, B...

~*~
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aussiedave
Rocker

Australia
479 Posts

Posted - 10/11/2007 :  23:20:54  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send aussiedave a Yahoo! Message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"what really made it hard was the thousand miles between them"



...and the universes...

...the universes...

[repeat and slowly fade]
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BarbraG
Windchimer

1802 Posts

Posted - 10/12/2007 :  12:23:49  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The horse thundered across the valley. I had watched him from
the beginning of his run. It was as if he were racing the winds,
or fleeing from them. He was running as if his life depended on
it. But, as far as I could see, there was no earthly reason for
his lone stampede. He was magnificently black, a silhouette against
the horizon. Every step he ran took more of a toll on him in
every way. Just when I was wondering if he would ever stop ....
he did. Struggling for breath, it seemed that he would die
... in front of me, just yards away. I wanted to help him breathe
the air that would save his life, and give him the taste of
water that he needed. His skin was wet, and white foam was
coming from his mouth. He looked spent, helpless....and
beautiful. I could stand it no longer. I took a step toward him.
Then, another. He let me approach and, just when I could reach
out and touch him, suddenly ..... ......


BGee - - (Hey, Jonmark)
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1512 Posts

Posted - 10/13/2007 :  17:21:44  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Witness now the daring pair. Maeve with her mad red fly-away hair and lean John with his green brogue and Dubliner's intuition. A rare sight they are at the Harvest Fair. October being the fey time with its haunts and shadows. "The spider's month," Maeve calls it, smoothing Pinocchio's chambray shirt and positioning his intricately carved fingers. A puppetress Maeve's become. And a good one with a trick up her sleeve. Her Add-An-Inch-Nose for Pinocchio is patent pending. "The truth do tell!" she warns, and points her long, black enameled nails at the children. A collective shiver passes through the crowd. Their booth is fog and cobwebs. The most popular at the Fair.

Edited by - Ailinn on 10/13/2007 17:24:58
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2698 Posts

Posted - 10/14/2007 :  07:21:54  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
As I stepped out into the
Newly cold air
I smelled a fireplace and
Thought of Other Octobers...

Jesse ran off for the Cavalry
When he was just eighteen
And Carmelita, well,
Carmelita she just kind of
Flew away one morning...

I've said it before, but
Some choices just kinda
Get made For us...

But tonight,
I spread my arms to the
Starry October sky and
I scream out for the strength to
Choose to be sober for
Just one more day...

~*~
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andrew p
Firefly

USA
3934 Posts

Posted - 10/14/2007 :  09:10:51  Show Profile  Visit andrew p's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
He's wrestled with these demons before...
and they've always won.
Always.
But this time...
this time...
this time, he has a feelin' it's gonna be different,
gotta be different.

He's strapped on his two pearl-handle six shooters,
and put his trusty razor-sharp Bowie inside his right boot...
and his small, but deadly, derringer in his left boot.

Now he is ready for the showdown,
the throw-down...
Now.
and only one will walk away from this one...
only one...
one.

He feels the warm October sunshine on his face...
and he silently prays...
prays that today, he does not fall face down in the dirt...


As the saloon doors hit him in the back...
he heads out into the dusty street...
alone.

andrew

Those who danced were thought to be quite insane by those who could not hear the music. -- -John Milton

Edited by - andrew p on 10/14/2007 09:23:04
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BarbraG
Windchimer

1802 Posts

Posted - 10/14/2007 :  10:53:21  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I like that, Andrew. Reading it was like watching an old western.
Those were the good ol' days.

BGee
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