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Ailinn
Windchimer

1593 Posts

Posted - 11/15/2007 :  18:17:54  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Epiphanies arrive by the boatload to petition his rescue-worn heart.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1593 Posts

Posted - 11/15/2007 :  18:20:49  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Time has a way of changing everything.
Truth has a way of changing all the time.

~Mickey Newbury~
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Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3744 Posts

Posted - 11/15/2007 :  19:02:04  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The full moon pulls the tide out to sea, exposing the muddy bottom of stillwater estuaries. Cold night wind in my face as I survey the horizon where sea meets the moonlit sky. On the beach, exposed seashells, sandcrabs. The waves break on the wet sand. Buoys in the distance, blinking, mourning. Lights of ships on the distant horizon slowly and silently disappear. Kittywakes, invisible in the night, occasionally pierce the peacefulness of the moment with their screeching call.

I must stay for a few moments more...the salty wind upon my face induces reflections of the days of my youth, days of my past, and days of better times.

craig
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Jonmark
Windchimer

USA
1782 Posts

Posted - 11/15/2007 :  19:46:10  Show Profile  Visit Jonmark's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply

Maintenance isn't a bad fit for me.
That's where you end up if you always had a natural penchant for tearing things apart and getting them back together, but never accomplished the college level credits that transforms the handyman into an "engineer".

I pull two maintenance shifts a week these days. On the fly repairs for anything and everything that's breaking or broken in an extended stay hotel room with a kitchenette, a bathroom and a small living area. Plumbing, electrical, splintered cheap pressed-wood furniture.
Whatever it takes and is a quick fix.
The folks that broke it don't live here anymore.
They checked out this morning.
Could have been a drunken fight, an amorous experiment, or just an overstressed design beyond it's life expectancy. Patch it up--- make it look pretty so someone else can check in for a week, a month, or six.
Nothing fancy.

My first maintenance job was as a teenager. I worked for a great old guy named Joe.
Joe was a layman preacher on the weekends, a full time apartment manager in real life.
He had a Will Rogers quality about him. Full of home spun, hard won wisdom.
Always looked up to the corner of the room when he said grace.
Eyes wide open.
I never quite understood why. May be he thought that's where God was.
Up where that dime store wallpaper border met the popcorn finished ceiling.

He used to tell me it was a blessing getting old and becoming forgetful.
Remembering less means less things to worry about.
That makes life go a little easier.
Knowing he had spent a brief period of his troubled youth in a mental hospital, I always hoped that was true for him--- not just something he told himself.

Joe taught me a lot about fixing things. I think of him often of late. With a caulk gun in one hand, wondering where the hell I left my 3 inch paint brush.
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Karen Runk
Firefly

USA
4923 Posts

Posted - 11/15/2007 :  20:15:27  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send Karen Runk an AOL message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"Remembering less means less things to worry about.
That makes life go a little easier."

WHEW!!!!! This makes me feel much better.

Karen Runk
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Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3744 Posts

Posted - 11/16/2007 :  18:10:07  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Don't lie.
Shame the devil.

craig
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1593 Posts

Posted - 11/16/2007 :  18:39:53  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Jonmark, I loved reading this! I could SEE you going about your days. Please write more. Best to you and Bree.

Roisin

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Ailinn
Windchimer

1593 Posts

Posted - 11/17/2007 :  19:03:57  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"...well...I grew up near the tracks and there are many reasons why I fell in love with trains. The track could make a penny larger than a silver dollar...so I assumed it should be worth more! Like so many others...it was symbolic of a way out of town. Adventure. All those names of places I had seen only in the picture shows. And that whiiissssstle that could be heard for 50 miles...comin' and goin', and the way it would tear at your heart...the world's longest harmonica. Last but not least...when you were able to...at last...board one...it was all you hoped it would be...and more."

~Mickey Newbury~
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Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3744 Posts

Posted - 11/17/2007 :  19:59:40  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Growing up next the tracks, it wasn't until I was 19 years old when I took my first train ride. Zeke, the elder seaman, showed me the ropes. It was from Waukegan to Chicago. I was mesmerized. All of the passengers rocked in unison with each uneven track. Spent the night at the Y in Chicago under the L. We sang ourselves to sleep, broadway tunes.

Everything we owned would fit in a seabag...it was the best time of our lives. We still keep in touch, me and Zeke, after these 30 years...

Craig
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Karen Runk
Firefly

USA
4923 Posts

Posted - 11/17/2007 :  20:29:23  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send Karen Runk an AOL message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
No train sounds living on this side of the mountain. "yes, I can hear them, and I'm almost deaf", he said.

Then the low pressure moved in and we were standing outside. "oh yes, I can hear it now."
Far away sounds were echoing over our mountain like a ghost train. I didn't believe him and After All These Years, you'd think I should.

Karen Runk
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 11/18/2007 :  12:45:19  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Meet me tonight
Down by the river
And sing us those songs
That set us free
Meet me tonight
Back in the woodlands
And let Newbury
Remember you and me

Sing me some
Songs of Jonmark's
And then do
A couple of Polk's
And after the
Sun has settled
Let Doug's songs
Take us home...

We met sitting
Round this campfire
We met cause we
Felt the same way
We met cause
We came out searching
Hoping we could
Sing a better day

So Meet me tonight
Down by the river
And sing us those
Songs that set us free
Meet me tonight
Back in the woodlands
And let Newbury
Remember you and me....
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BarbraG
Windchimer

1802 Posts

Posted - 11/18/2007 :  22:14:38  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The door slammed shut behind him. Dark skies with darker clouds
and lightning flashes clouded her mind. She watched him drive
away and, over and over, she kept hearing his words. "I love you.
I always will. But, I love her more." Her dream, the love and lover of her life, her past and future . . had just walked away.She wanted to go after him. But, deep down inside her, where their
love had lived for so long, she knew it wouldn't do any good. She had seen it in his eyes. His eyes were icebergs, shooting frozen
daggers at her even as her tears were raining down her cheeks.
Well, she would go after him. Someday. Maybe tomorrow. But, for now, her feet were too heavy to move her body from the spot they were in and she was afraid ... afraid that she would trip over her heart.


BGee

Edited by - BarbraG on 11/18/2007 22:18:35
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Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3744 Posts

Posted - 11/19/2007 :  05:05:20  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
When the morning sun came up
I crawled into her bed.
The tears in her eyes were falliní
I could feel no sorrow for the cruel thing I said
In my drunken state I did not care at all

She said sailor, sailor tell me will you ever change your ways
Oh do not take me through this stormy weather
I can feel your sorrow you have seen your better days
Ah but I could not have loved you any better
No I could not have loved you any better.

Amber shades of red slashed through the night
And light the bed where I suppose I will lie alone a while until her cryinsí done
I cannot explain why I cannot feel the pain.
Iíve grown unfeeling I suppose
Iíve grown unfeeling I suppose

Oh sailor, sailor tell me will you ever change your ways
Please do not take me through this stormy weather
I can see your sorrow you have known your better days
But I could not have loved you any better
You know I could not have loved you any better.

~ Mickey Newbury ~
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Karen Runk
Firefly

USA
4923 Posts

Posted - 11/19/2007 :  08:51:40  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send Karen Runk an AOL message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
.....and Karen and Don McNatt did the best cover yet of that song...

Karen Runk
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 11/22/2007 :  06:52:47  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Ralph [[ the Hudson River BiPolar bear]] was downstairs dancing to Ray
Charles singing Eleanor Rigby and watching dirty movies on cable...
I said Ralphie, what are you thankful for?
He said, [[ Um, Jameson's, Ray Charles and, uh, dirty movies...]]
Wow, I said, you really have a small window you look out of, don't you?

Rev Buckman was sitting out back just staring at the woods...
I said, Rev, how about you?
He said, between God the Devil and you, evrything I have ever loved has been
taken from me...
The baby, the women.... The pills...
Just what I gotta be thankful for?
I said, You are lucky that I don't kill you, you can be thankful for that,
okay, curmudgeon?

I said, Guys.... Today is the day when Americans go to the storeroom of
their souls and take an inventory and appreciate what they have that many,
many others do not... I said, it's a tradition and it's one of those things
that let's us stop for a minute and look back and look ahead and kind of put
a pin in the map that says, You Are Here...
Then I thanked the Gods [that I sometimes talked to and sometimes even
talked to me] for being alive and sober...
That's it.
They know the rest, that's why they got the job.....

Besides, everything else is just gravy...


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larry larry
Firefly

USA
3849 Posts

Posted - 11/22/2007 :  08:04:34  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
quote:
Originally posted by buckman

Ralph [[ the Hudson River BiPolar bear]] was downstairs dancing to Ray
Charles singing Eleanor Rigby and watching dirty movies on cable...
I said Ralphie, what are you thankful for?
He said, [[ Um, Jameson's, Ray Charles and, uh, dirty movies...]]
Wow, I said, you really have a small window you look out of, don't you?

Rev Buckman was sitting out back just staring at the woods...
I said, Rev, how about you?
He said, between God the Devil and you, evrything I have ever loved has been
taken from me...
The baby, the women.... The pills...
Just what I gotta be thankful for?
I said, You are lucky that I don't kill you, you can be thankful for that,
okay, curmudgeon?

I said, Guys.... Today is the day when Americans go to the storeroom of
their souls and take an inventory and appreciate what they have that many,
many others do not... I said, it's a tradition and it's one of those things
that let's us stop for a minute and look back and look ahead and kind of put
a pin in the map that says, You Are Here...
Then I thanked the Gods [that I sometimes talked to and sometimes even
talked to me] for being alive and sober...
That's it.
They know the rest, that's why they got the job.....

Besides, everything else is just gravy...






I along with many others are thankful for YOU, Rev. Buckie. Just think how many people you touched and comforted on the GROWW web site and how many of them passed on your heartfelt writings to others who were comforted also.

Also be thankful that you don't have to go looking for a turkey to cook for Thanks Giving today. There are three of you to chose from.

Sorry, couldn't resisit it.

Love ya, Hank
LL

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andrew p
Firefly

USA
3934 Posts

Posted - 11/22/2007 :  09:31:12  Show Profile  Visit andrew p's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Hank...you have such a wonderful gift...and I am thankful that you are my friend/brother.

Happy Thanksgiving Mr Beukema

andrew

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

1802 Posts

Posted - 11/22/2007 :  22:10:11  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I am thankful for this moment, this hour, this day . . . we are
not promised tomorrow, are we ?? I am thankful that I have so much
to be thankful for . . . even knowing that terrible days are ahead
of America and Americans, here and abroad. 9/11/2001 was a small
warning of things to come. And, they are still coming. The only
question is when . . . . . but, I don't believe it will be long now.
Word from Israeli Intelligence is that the next attacks will be in
several small towns simultaneously, and that these attacks will
change the way we live forever. I didn't post this message to scare
anyone . . . only to warn whoever reads this to shore up supplies
and water as if a hurricane was breathing down on you, much like
we do in Florida. Get lots of good batteries, blankets, canned food, canned milk, healthy cereal, lanterns, CASH, baby needs and supplies . . formula, diapers, baby wipes..., LOTS and LOTS of water.
And, anything else you can think of. Medicine supply for three
months. Of course, we say, what if this never happens.... I will
have wasted all of this money. Not so, because you can still use
the merchandise even IF it doesn't happen . . . . but . . . the
scariest question is . . . . . What if it DOES happen and I didn't prepare ?? Who could I look to for help ? Will the stores be
open or stripped bare ? Will we have electricity or power in any way. At the first sign of disaster, will looting and violence
occur ? Do I need a weapon to defend myself and my family.

So, you can see that I don't just sit and write poetry ALL the time,
huh? My dad was in Special Forces, and I was raised to keep an
eye open on both sides and to listen to rumors of wars and disaster
in the distance, knowing that it doesn't always STAY in the distance after the lesson of 9/11.

Right, Hank ?

God bless us one and all. I won't ever apologize for this post.
The Boy Scouts' motto is "Be Prepared". That's all this is asking.

With lots of love,
BarbraG
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Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3744 Posts

Posted - 11/23/2007 :  06:55:22  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply

I'm off to see the Wizard.

~ Craig
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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5421 Posts

Posted - 11/23/2007 :  07:03:18  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Okay if I come with you, Crick?


http://www.myspace.com/mickeynewbury

Edited by - Doug L on 11/23/2007 08:33:14
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