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Joe Z
Windchimer

USA
1748 Posts

Posted - 12/19/2007 :  08:10:09  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I too have challenged gravity. The score is Gravity 673, me 0.

But... one of these days... I will win.
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Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3735 Posts

Posted - 12/19/2007 :  10:55:28  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Yes, Joe. I have no doubt...

Craig
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2698 Posts

Posted - 12/21/2007 :  19:50:34  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Can a period of good
Erase decades of disappointment?

He thought he could see Margaret
sitting alone, reading, crying sometimes...
He didn't worry much about the Dutchman;
he understood what he'd been
and was just glad they were all still alive...

It becomes more important to
leave the past right where it is-
Every minute...

Surround yourself with now...


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BarbraG
Windchimer

1802 Posts

Posted - 12/23/2007 :  00:03:21  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"It's not what it used to be, is it?", asked the stranger just in
front of me in line, as he waited to check out, too.
"No, sir, it sure isn't", I replied. We had waited in line for a half hour,
watching the ones ahead of us unloading their shopping
carts. Most of them were overflowing. Except for one. A young
mother, alone with her little girl, had very few items in her cart,
most of which were food. The child was tugging on her mother's jacket and,
with a beautiful smile on her face, said, "Mommie, don't
be sad. It's okay, really it is. All I want for Christmas is
for you not to be so sad. I know Daddy will be home soon, I just
know he will." Her mother was counting out her money to pay, and
stopped to look into sky blue eyes looking up at her, as her own
eyes filled with tears. I could stand it no longer. I pushed my
own cart over to the side and took the money out of my pocket I
had intended to use and walked up to the counter. I spoke to the
child. "Hi !! Have you talked to Santa this year?" "Yes,", she
said. "Well, did you tell him what you want for Christmas?", I
asked. "Yes, sir. Sure. I want my daddy to come home. He drives
a truck and I haven't seen him in a long time. Oh, I forgot. I
can't talk to strangers." I looked down at her mother. She
seemed so small, even next to her little girl. She managed a
weak smile. I asked, "Do you believe in angels?". "Yes, I do."
"Well, ma'am, I can assure you I am not an angel, but something or
someone just told me to give this to you." I placed the money
in her hand. She looked at it with an expression of amazement.
She reached out to me and tried to put it back in my hand. It
was like time had stopped for me in the store. I didn't even see
the people in line who were pushing and shoving their way to the
register, their carts colliding in the process. All I could see
were blue eyes that had tears flowing like rain. I said, "Miss,
I can't accept that money back. It's not mine anymore. I guess
it never was. It's been yours all along. Yours and hers. Now,
you take it and go around the store again, okay?" Acceptance
came quickly now. She touched my cheek and said, "Sir, I won't
ever forget this, no, not ever." ... "Well, then.. That's a good
thing, isn't it? When the day comes that you can, you can pay
it forward. Now, go ON !!! Make a Merry Christmas for her. I KNOW
I'm going to have one !! " And, I did. I surely did !! There
were those in my own family who did not receive gifts this
Christmas, but they understood the reason why. They learned that
it is better to give than to receive. Truly, it is.

BGee

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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5416 Posts

Posted - 12/23/2007 :  03:04:52  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Down below the window, on the deck, some ragged-looking
birds gather at the feeder. The same birds, I think,
that come every day to eat and quarrel. Time was, time was,
they cry and strike at each other. It's nearly time, yes.
The sky stays dark all day, the wind is from the west and
won't stop blowing. Give me your hand for a time. Hold on
to mine. That's right, yes. Squeeze hard. Time was we
thought we had time on our side. Time was, time was,
those ragged birds cry.

Raymond Carver


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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5416 Posts

Posted - 12/27/2007 :  08:49:29  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
If I'm lucky, I'll be wired every whichway
in a hospital bed. Tubes running into
my nose. But try not to be scared of me, friends!
I'm telling you right now that this is okay.
It's little enough to ask for at the end.
Someone, I hope, will have phoned everyone
to say, "Come quick, he's failing!"
And they will come. And there will be time for me
to bid goodbye to each of my loved ones.
If I'm lucky, they'll step forward
and I'll be able to see them one last time
and take that memory with me.
Sure, they might lay eyes on me and want to run away
and howl. But instead, since they love me,
they'll lift my hand and say "Courage"
or "It's going to be all right."
And they're right. It is all right.
It's just fine. If you only knew how happy you've made me!
I just hope my luck holds, and I can make
some sign of recognition.
Open and close my eyes as if to say,
"Yes, I hear you. I understand you."
I may even manage something like this:
"I love you too. Be happy."
I hope so! But I don't want to ask for too much.
If I'm unlucky, as I deserve, well, I'll just
drop over, like that, without any chance
for farewell, or to press anyone's hand.
Or say how much I cared for you and enjoyed
your company all these years. In any case,
try not to mourn for me too much. I want you to know
I was happy when I was here.
And remember I told you this a while ago - April 1984.
But be glad for me if I can die in the presence
of friends and family. If this happens, believe me,
I came out ahead. I didn't lose this one.

Raymond Carver


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BarbraG
Windchimer

1802 Posts

Posted - 12/30/2007 :  21:45:11  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
2008 !! I remember when "2001: A Space Odyssey" first came out
It seemed SO FAR AWAY, the 21st Century. And, tomorrow night
at midnight, we will ring in 2008 !! And, strange as it
seems, ... my friends have grown older !!

Happy New Year, everyone.

BGee
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BarbraG
Windchimer

1802 Posts

Posted - 01/03/2008 :  23:27:35  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
She walked out on the pier and gazed on the blood red sunset on
the water with red diamonds glittering on the waves of the sea.
Somewhere, across that water and in another land, he was fighting
in a war she did not believe in. But, it really didn't matter
if she believed in it or not. What mattered was that he did, and he
was willing to give his life to protect what he loved most. . . her.
She had tried in every way she could imagine to see it the way
he did and had to admit that some of the things he said to her had
great merit. Like . . . "there's too much at stake to just look
the other way and hope things work out all right" . . . and . .
"our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, conceived
in liberty" . . . and, the one he quoted most . . "if we don't
fight them over there, we will surely have to fight them over here!"
He said that 9/11 had proved that hundreds of times over.

"Just come home, Darlin'. Please just come back to me, " she
whispered, as tears rolled down her cheeks. " I miss you so
much!!"

Suddenly, a vision crossed her mind. He was being shot at, and
bullets were all around. Someone yelled, "The flag !! Get the
flag!!" She saw him crawling out of a foxhole and begin to
rise to retrieve the flag that had been dropped on the ground.

"NOOOO !! Stay there !!! Don't, Johnny. Don't!!! It's just
a piece of cloth !! It's just a SYMBOL !! It doesn't bleed !!
The red in it represents the blood, but it isn't the blood !!
It's not worth losing your life over !! JOHNNNNNYYYY !!!!"










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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5416 Posts

Posted - 01/04/2008 :  11:55:57  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
ANTHEM

The birds they sang at the break of day
Start again I heard them say
Don't dwell on what has passed away
Or what is yet to be
The wars they will be fought again
The holy dove she will be caught again
Bought and sold and bought again
The dove is never free

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in


We asked for signs, the signs were sent
The birth betrayed, the marriage spent
The widowhood of every government
Signs for all to see
I can't run no more with that lawless crowd
While killers in high places say their prayers out loud
They've summoned up a thundercloud
And they're going to hear from me

Ring the bells that still can ring...

You can add up the parts but you won't have the sum
You can strike up the march, but there is no drum
Every heart, every heart to love will come
But as a refugee

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in
That's how the light gets in


Leonard Cohen


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BarbraG
Windchimer

1802 Posts

Posted - 01/04/2008 :  22:07:45  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Really, really like that one, Doug.

BGee
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BarbraG
Windchimer

1802 Posts

Posted - 01/11/2008 :  20:19:49  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The package arrived today, the one I had been waiting for. The
postman handed it to me ever so gently. He couldn't have known
there was gold inside, but he handled it as if he did. There are
different types of gold, for sure. But, this one contained the
softest, the sweetest and the purest kind . . . 24 Karat !! I
knew this package contained a treasure that I wouldn't want to
share with anyone at first. I wanted to be alone with it. Totally.
That's the only way I would be able to unwrap its' beauty completely
and store it inside my mind and my heart. Beautiful words
accompanied by the sweetest music will always be in my Treasure
Chest. "Etched In Stone" arrived today . . a "self-portrait" of
Jonmark Stone ?? Would that be a good way to describe it? I sure
hope so. I've read that he writes what he knows and, for that
reason, this CD was worth waiting for. Congratulations, Jonmark ..
and to Bree for her support. I love it !!

BGee

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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5416 Posts

Posted - 01/11/2008 :  23:03:05  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
THE WILD FLOWERS

'Twas the wild flowers I preferred
Who owed nothing to nobody
Who blossomed in the ditches
And made their own way in the world

'Twas the wild flowers I admired
Who never done nothing to you,
But driven from the garden
They sang their own songs in the spring

You can have your lily
You can have your rose
That were taken and broken
And bred by people
They were grafted and lamed
Twisted and tamed

But the wild flowers I enjoyed
They had nothing to do with you
They blossomed by the roadside
And they wore their own colours in the sun

That were there before you
Will be there after you
That will out, that will out
LIke your own true nature
You can try, you can try
That you never will defeat

The wild flowers I admired
They had nothing to do with you
But banished from the garden
They made their own way in the world
They wore their own colours in the sun
And they sang their own songs in the spring

John Spillane of Cork


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Edited by - Doug L on 01/11/2008 23:04:47
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1514 Posts

Posted - 01/13/2008 :  16:35:40  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
For years they had that hidden place. Water outside their window. The deep blue sea at the ocean end of town. The wide view of combustible horizons. The kaleidoscope sky upside down. One morning he appeared in the kitchen with his rescue rope wound loosely at his shoulder. The last time you had that lasso around my ankle I nearly drowned, she said. He winked and laughed his cracked-in-half laugh and poured himself a cup of coffee. Later, when they walked along the tide pools edge, the scythe moon was not out to help them. Nor the tarnished stars in their cold astronomy. A high-banked fog was backing up beyond the breakwater. The Coast Guard was on Alert. She was afraid of the dark in a double-time tide when he tugged on the line and pulled her into deeper water. Their daring teeth were chattering. Their mouth-to-mouth lips were blue.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1514 Posts

Posted - 01/13/2008 :  16:39:24  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The two egg cups with their three-minute eggs. The loaf of toast. The ruby preserves. In a certain light that's what she remembers. Through leaves of lustre glass. Those spherical discs from Dublin. Fire-polished windows at the right time of year. Melancholy sunsets. Red times. How he held his cup high when she ducked out the door and down to the shore's morning jewelry. Conch and jingle shells. Apricot and silver.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2698 Posts

Posted - 01/14/2008 :  17:59:31  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Ah.....

Wondered where you were, missy....
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1514 Posts

Posted - 01/14/2008 :  19:01:19  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
He lifts the lid on the box of names, "For today," he says, and hands her a scrap of paper. A cobbled town he chooses. A coastline of shipwrecks and disaster. Where the first light of dawn gathers under one tree and his breath fogs the lighthouse window.
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Grania
Rocker

103 Posts

Posted - 01/14/2008 :  19:04:15  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Hank, send me your email, please. I lost it.
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BarbraG
Windchimer

1802 Posts

Posted - 01/15/2008 :  00:07:17  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Ailinn,
You are published, aren't you? Please tell me where I can
get something by you in its' entirety. Okay? Okay, then.

BGee
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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5416 Posts

Posted - 01/16/2008 :  23:34:18  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
THE HIDDEN SINGER

The gods are less for their love of praise.
Above and below them all is a spirit that needs nothing
but its own wholeness, its health and ours.
It has made all things by dividing itself.
It will be whole again.
To its joy we come together --
the seer and the seen, the eater and the eaten,
the lover and the loved.
In our joining it knows itself. It is with us then,
not as the gods whose names crest in unearthly fire,
but as a little bird hidden in the leaves
who sings quietly and waits, and sings.

Wendell Berry


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buckman
Firefly

USA
2698 Posts

Posted - 01/20/2008 :  10:55:48  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Buckman paused while lighting his cigarette...
It was in one hand...
The lighter, lit, was in the other...
His face was between them.
His eyes shone.
He put the tip of his tongue
between his lips,
withdrew it.
He moved his lips into a smile
that had nothing to do with happiness...

"So, what's up?" he said to Melinda's empty space.
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