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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 03/01/2009 :  07:28:41  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Effortlessly she paints. Moonbeams from other planets.
Sounds from a future passed. Colors remembered from dreams.
Stories from astral travels. Windchimes with no breeze.
A taste not recognized, but pleasing.

All things considered...

~*~

For ROR

Edited by - buckman on 03/01/2009 07:31:28
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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5427 Posts

Posted - 03/01/2009 :  08:18:57  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
All his life the poet whispered light, draped in longing,
rooted in the land. He would carefully pack his suitcase
for his travels, give the readings, stay long after to talk
with younger writers. Home in rainy Oregon, he would rise
before the sun to scratch his heart on paper, making coffee
for his wife when she awoke. A conscientious objector who
never saw the end of what he objected to, in his last years
he began travelling by train across America, disembarking
wherever he sensed a welcome. He'd sit with the old people
in cafes, listen to their stories. Sometimes they'd invite him
to stay in their homes. By the end he had friends everywhere,
many who did not know he was a poet at all, but who remembered
the man who came to their town in the middle of the winter
to share a cup of coffee, and listen.

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BarbraG
Windchimer

1820 Posts

Posted - 03/01/2009 :  12:06:53  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
A loving tribute, Doug.



BGee
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Grania
Rocker

106 Posts

Posted - 03/01/2009 :  16:29:28  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Dear Preacherman~

Rainy days and white candles
Remember each one.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1729 Posts

Posted - 03/01/2009 :  16:32:28  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
They live on the fault line waiting on Fate. On Karma. On Fortune. On Destiny. Fluid time's lemon light through the blind slats. His voice in the kitchen. His shadow on every page.
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Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3759 Posts

Posted - 03/01/2009 :  19:28:20  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Tonight, I gave her the moon and stars.
She gazed in amazement...wonder.
Ephemeral, yet lasting.
Something just between us,
It is ours and ours alone...
To share.

"The first shall be last and the last shall be first..."

Craig
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1729 Posts

Posted - 03/03/2009 :  17:08:21  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"Lean on the dream that can save you.
I'll hold your heart out of harm's way."

Mickey Newbury
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1729 Posts

Posted - 03/04/2009 :  20:27:46  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
In the denser light of Durrow he made his way along the quay. Seabirds calling. Nicked finger. Heart full of vows.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 03/06/2009 :  21:10:07  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
He looked at the clock on the
wall above the bar and said,
Hell with it, close enuf to midnite...

He said to Tater,
the one whore
[I'm sorry, sweety, dance hall girl]
that still hung around him back in the shadows,
I don't know what I miss more
the whiskey or the women...

She said,
Well, one of em you can still have.

He said, Nah, it's just like the whiskey,
When the headin down days
start to outrun the
livin it up nites...

Time to hang it up for a spell...
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1729 Posts

Posted - 03/12/2009 :  17:51:52  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
When the fire engines arrive he's tying the sheets together. Tossing them over the balcony rail to her smile so free and brazen.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1729 Posts

Posted - 03/15/2009 :  13:12:34  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Modern Vigil: "Rattlesnake season. You comin'?" he said, whipping the tall grass out of the way, snapping the rope back and forth in a swath before them. Later he said, "I like to be surprised...how 'bout you?"
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 03/19/2009 :  18:38:49  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Party girls growing older.

Different stages of time.
Worry lines starting in,
& most of her friends don't work now.
but the dayjob pays good and the place is okay.
Waiting for more. Just starting to need it.

Hoping...
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 03/21/2009 :  17:51:52  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
She came upstairs and found him
sitting in the rocker just
looking out the window at a hawk
flying over the yard and
beyond that to the river.
He seemed sad.
She thought of a rhyme...
Eighty two and nothing left to do.
Did he have regrets?
Were they his own or for his son?
Were they because he had no grandchildren?
Were they because his friends kept dying?

Or was it just a peaceful moment after breakfast
and nothing much was wrong?

She knew.
She shared the same life.

It was a beautiful Saturday morning in March
looking down at the Hudson River.

Nothing much was wrong...
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 03/21/2009 :  19:33:58  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I got on stage after after a great Irish Accordian player
and before the crowd was too drunk.
Had a great soundtrack I made for the intro
and I did my ditties and walked out for a cigarette.
Ten minutes.
It went very well.
Lots of accolades from big & small, old & young.

Felt good to get it done sober.
And it being March 17th...
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San Diego
Rocker

455 Posts

Posted - 03/22/2009 :  19:44:47  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
...Pages and pages of dreams...soooo...
Close your sleepy eyes and let the sky...

Mickey Newbury
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1729 Posts

Posted - 04/01/2009 :  20:49:45  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
He traveled through my heart like short-circuited lightning. Like live wires spliced into stars, she said.
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San Diego
Rocker

455 Posts

Posted - 04/03/2009 :  20:21:06  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Don't write to a line and don't lie. Don't sacrifice the meaning for the clever phrase or rhyme. Soooo... What are you waiting for?

Mickey Newbury
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 04/04/2009 :  14:36:23  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Broken hearts are always telling you where they came from.

It's like listening to a recent immigrant
talk about the homeland.
And you have to listen, you can't be rude,
even when you can't understand
a thing they're saying.
The poor, pumping little thing, shedding pitiful crocodile tears
reminiscing about this and that time
when things were working and the sky
was blue everyday and the kid had
a little league game and there was a woman
at home that loved him and so on and on yah yah yah.
Going on like a drunk at closing time
when all that fuel has finally hit the hot parts
of the engine and everybody working is
getting ready for bed but they gotta listen
because he's the only one paying and they're stuck there anyway.
They don't even know they're an audience;
they think they're asleep and there is this droning going on
that they can almost identify as human
but it is so unlike their language they don't
begin and won't ever even start to try and even understand it.

Um, Yeah, it's like that...




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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 04/04/2009 :  16:12:22  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
She looked down at me thru the whiskey haze
and the smoke and said,
How about being a gentleman and letting
me go first for once?
I said,
Well, you know that I'm a terminal romantic,
but if you keep moving your hips like that,
there's not much to be decided about who goes first...
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1729 Posts

Posted - 04/04/2009 :  19:01:50  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Dream-riddled nights and the moon's slanted silver. The night with its black velvet ribbon undone. Its faithful dark arriving on time. He sleeps close to water for the sound of it. He disturbs the moon. He rearranges the furniture under Heaven. Each night he pulls the sun down from the treetops. Each morning he flings it back up again. His name is the password through a centuries-locked door. He opens and closes his eyes unaware of his power.
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