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Ailinn
Windchimer

1612 Posts

Posted - 04/20/2008 :  18:05:29  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
His mouth of invention invented a house so high there were clouds outside the windows. Glitter-bright air and a small copse of trees leaning perilously over an ocean. Rock-rooted and enduring the perpetual wind. He placed an aquarelle view in the kitchen window and a sun-blistered sill to rest their elbows on. He carpentered the sideboard and refectory table. Hung copper kettles from the cross-beams to catch each season's contagious candlelight. He secured the rope hammock between two eucalyptus and on hot nights he interpreted the sky. Then the dream ran ahead of them, laughing and alive, turning back now and then to wave over resolute shoulders.
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Joe Z
Windchimer

USA
1768 Posts

Posted - 04/20/2008 :  18:08:44  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I believe it's time to re-sing Alice's Restaurant Massacree in four-part harmony...
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andrew p
Firefly

USA
3934 Posts

Posted - 04/20/2008 :  20:45:06  Show Profile  Visit andrew p's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
gee whiz Mr Joe...all 18 minutes & 20 seconds?

well...alrighty then!

andrew

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

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 04/21/2008 :  12:56:40  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The catfish was dead three or four days before he threw it out.

Took a little time.
It was the last living thing in the house that reminded him of their
time together.
The big fish tank with the eight brilliantly colored fish
and the two sharks and the two suckers.
One nite when they first got the tank,
in the place on the Hudson,
he woke her up, upset that one of the fish had swallowed
a suction cup and was stuck to the glass.
She must have laughed for ten minutes and coughed for five more.
Then she explained that the suckers kept the tank clean.
They also eat the other fish, apparently, because over the
last couple years they've disappeared one by one.

He got the long handled net and carried the fish to
the woods behind the house.
Then he went back to reading his Hammett book and waited for the
neighborhood cat.

Pity, Seems like it should have ended better....

Hank Beukema - 2008


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Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3744 Posts

Posted - 04/23/2008 :  16:13:18  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
This is the violet hour,
the hour of flush and wonder,
when affections glow and valor is reborn,
when the shadows deepen magically
along the edge of the forest and we believe that,
if we watch carefully, at any moment we may see a unicorn.

The Hour
~ Bernard DeVoto
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BarbraG
Windchimer

1812 Posts

Posted - 04/23/2008 :  20:05:38  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Billy Bob, Bobby Bill, and Bill Bobby were on their way to
town for their Saturday night "cousins' on the town" party. No one
saw it comin'. The boys had grown up almost together with their
farms just a few miles apart. Not one word of disagreement had
ever passed between them. Just gettin' to town was part of the
fun in itself, since none of them had a truck. They had been
stickin' their thumbs out all their life to get around. They had
been walkin' quite a while when . . . suddenly . . . . and, I do
mean suddenly --- out of nowhere - - -


BGee
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 04/23/2008 :  21:07:07  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Scotty got ambushed the first time heading into the Junior High...

It was 1965 and some of the guys liked to play soldier and they
would hide in the bushes and wing kids with their bb guns
as they walked to school.
Sounds bad, but most of the time it was in fun and they
hit em in the legs.
Scotty was one of their friends but he was there and
he was fresh meat that morning.
They hit him right next to his left eye and that
little groove was there all thru high school.
He wore it like a badge of courage.

I was in between trips out west when I heard
that Scotty was killed in Vietnam.
Scotty got ambushed the second time heading
into a tunnel mined by another troop.

One time was boys playing men
the other was boys becoming men...

Both times were considered "friendly fire"


Hank


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Grania
Rocker

105 Posts

Posted - 04/24/2008 :  21:16:50  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Mickey Newbury.

Keep his fingerprints on every page.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 04/25/2008 :  14:17:08  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
They've all left me now except for Mick...

We go to that dark place with dancing shadows
that is so familiar to us both...
The darkness takes on a different color now,
Talking about my memories of a future with her...

Mick has lots to say.
What to leave in
what to leave out,
Rewrite, boy, rewrite or
sometimes
Hell, just leave it alone...

I hold him to me,
as a man,
as a friend
And feel his frailness and his strength,
both...
I ask him to stay and
He says,
Didn't you know?
It's forever for those like us,
Always
forever.............

For Ever, Sir, Thank you....

~*~
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Roy
Firefly

USA
2627 Posts

Posted - 04/25/2008 :  16:18:29  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send Roy a Yahoo! Message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
He's always there....

Pushing you to be better....

That voice in your ear, or maybe your heart...

Sometimes it weaves itself into a song the windchimes play...

Sometimes it booms with the spring thunderstorms....

The lighting flashes point the way....

To Austin....

Listen, Hank...Mickey calling...this is the year to answer....

Listen to the song...no more excuses....

You are a brother....God made time....now it's your time...

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Joey L.
Swinger

USA
1354 Posts

Posted - 04/25/2008 :  18:28:24  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
All I can say, Hank, is ...

AMEN.

Would LOVE to see you in Austin in June.
The "Chi Chi Awards" would like to see you, too.

Joey L., cuz

The Future's Not ...
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 04/26/2008 :  08:49:47  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
As the music man moved on
His sons and daughters
rose to fill his place...

The music of the silver moon
written on the west wind...

Sailors and cowboys
Teachers and singers and poets...

Left on this side of the river
to carry on the sound
Of one man clapping...

Family goes on...

Rev B
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1612 Posts

Posted - 04/26/2008 :  17:40:14  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Suppose I say summer,
write the word "hummingbird,"
put it in an envelope,
take it down the hill
to the box. When you open
my letter you will recall
those days and how much,
just how much, I love you.

~Raymond Carver~
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 04/27/2008 :  06:20:07  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
As we go we
do not know
where we go,
Only that we
Must go...

The faith and the light of
that one star from the East
that has driven
so many to follow it for
so long leads us...

The Father has
said that the piper
Has been paid,
But
We must still
each of us
come to terms with our debts
Ourselves...
We are the ones that have
to live the day to day
life that the Music man
sings of...

May we do it with Grace and Mercy...
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1612 Posts

Posted - 04/27/2008 :  16:10:41  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Sunday, April 27th. 101 degrees with Santa Ana's curling the leaves on the trees and scritch-scratching at the windows. We are not allowed in the water because of local horror. Dave Martin, brought out of the water dead. How do you explain this 17 foot nightmare to the kids? Or fires raging in Pasadena in April, not December? The chaotic world fills with your absence. No one to bless the blood in California. (Cal...i...FOR...nia, you used to say so slowly.) How you loved San Francisco. But you loved San Diego more. Only you can make sense of Stephan Miller and Dave Martin. Bears in Big Bear Lake. Great whites off Solana. Because you understand the potency of stories. How they can save us. So save us.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1612 Posts

Posted - 04/27/2008 :  16:24:55  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
These are the last few lines from one of the many songs Mick was working on in September 2002.

"If it hurts this much to see you leavin'
What will it do to me to see you gone?
Better by far you should forget and smile
Then remember and be sad."

The last two lines are borrowed from one of Mick's favorite poems by Christina Rossetti.

Remember

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you planned:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to consel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.

~Christina Rossetti~


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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 04/29/2008 :  18:58:52  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Crackiln Rosie Saved My Life...

It wasn't that I really wanted to die,
It was just that I didn't care a whole lot about living anymore.

It was February in San Francisco and it seemed
like it had been raining for weeks.
I'd cut my foot jumping off a cliff at Big Sur,
had a fight with a girl, couldn't get rides
and by the time I got back to the City
I was wet, cold, hurt and feeling
sorry for myself and alone.
I didn't even go back to McAllister Street,
I just got a big bottle of Gallo Rose
and laid down on the beach next to
the Pacific Coast Highway.
When I was thinking at all, there was a stray
notion that if I just got drunk enough and
laid there long enough, the tide would come in
and I wouldn't have to decide anything,
just kinda drift on out to sea...

Somebody had parked a VW Bug just behind me and
they were playing the radio loud;
it was Neil Diamond singing Cracklin Rosie.
I remembered a friend telling me that
it was a song about some Eskimos getting drunk on
cheap rose wine and pretending they had a woman
and I looked at my Gallo and
just started laughing
then crying
then laughing
some more until I was doing both at once...
I figured it was the Old Man trying to tell me something,
so
I got up, brushed myself off, walked by the Bug,
yelled Thanks to the couple somewhere inside the smoke
and I walked back home to McAllister and the rest of my life...

Hell, I still don't know if the story about the song was true...

But this one is...
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BarbraG
Windchimer

1812 Posts

Posted - 04/29/2008 :  19:48:36  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Dear Hank,
Go ahead and tell Roy you'll be there at the Gathering this
year. A'right? A'right, then. If you just go ahead and TELL
him, then you might get a hungerin' notion to go, and you just
might end up there. Sounds like lots and lots of folks would be
so happy to see that happen, most of all -- you....? Just
think of all the hugs waitin' for ya !!! (Love your words !! )

BGee
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 04/30/2008 :  15:38:04  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
This is the wallpaper in Cleveland in 1954
This is an October Sunday at Yankee Stadium in 1976

This is everything you wished I was and everything I wished I wasn't
This is too hot to handle and too much to bare
This is all I held back that you needed
This is the love of a lifetime passing in the street

This is the letters I meant to write
This is all the I'm sorrys we don't get to say
This is an aching deep inside from need
This is vanilla spice candles and the smell of cinnamon

This is tangible evidence of insanity
This is dancing crazy alone without being drunk
This is the poets trying to keep from drowning
This is the soldier who wonders why

This is seeing God in a woman's eyes and looking for it again forever
This is losing everything and starting over
This is what it's come down to
This is playing music and hearing the crowd applauding

This is perfect sex
This is postcoital postpartum postnasal depression
This is the off the beaten path without a paddle
This is the side of the road with no destination

This is vanilla chocolate and strawberry
This is going to the grocery store hungry
This is running with the scissors
This is tipping your cap to Don Quixote
This is waiting for the Rapture in a black suit

This is most of what you needed and a little of what you wanted
This is all you thought it would be
This is what you made it...


Yeah,

That's what This is...

Hank Beukema - 2008




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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5422 Posts

Posted - 05/03/2008 :  22:20:07  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
DO NOT BE ASHAMED

You will be walking some night
in the comfortable dark of your yard
and suddenly a great light will shine
round about you, and behind you
will be a wall you never saw before.
It will be clear to you suddenly
that you were about to escape,
and that you are guilty; you misread
complex instructions, and you are not
a member, you lost your card
or never had one. And you will know
that they have been there all along,
their eyes on your letters and books,
their hands in your pockets,
their ears wired to your bed.
Though you have done nothing shameful,
they will want you to be ashamed.
They will want you to kneel and weep
and say you should have been like them.
And once you say you are ashamed,
reading the page they hold out to you,
then such light as you have made
in your history will leave you.
They will no longer need to pursue you.
You will pursue them, begging forgiveness.
They will not forgive you.
There is no power against them.
It is only candor that is aloof from them,
only an inward clarity, unashamed,
that they cannot reach. Be ready.
When their light has picked you out
and their questions are asked, say to them:
"I am not ashamed." A sure horizon
will come around you. The heron will begin
his evening flight from the hilltop.

Wendell Berry
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