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Doug L
Firefly
    
Canada
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Posted - 05/14/2011 : 08:42:05
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THE ROAD TO SINTALUTA
Weary Greyhound station The unwashed wait in line I'm bound for Sintaluta town See a friend of mine The pumped-in muzak murders One more sixties' song We're late for our departure What's taking them so long A woman kisses her new beau He can't help but grin For love or Sintaluta I am on the road again
No need to tag my baggage I've learned to travel light Offer me the whole buffet I'd settle for a bite The driver's from Alberta Sips his cherry coke Says he smokes a pack a day But doesn't like to smoke We're passing by a graveyard Old granite in the rain Death or Sintaluta I am headed back again
Small town depot, three a.m. These milk runs ruin sleep Boy and mother hug goodbye The mother starts to weep He takes the seat beside me Twelve, maybe thirteen Says he's going to Regina To see his aunt Irene Says he's gonna live there I don't ask him to explain We're all going somewhere, kid And fall asleep again
Swift Current before sunrise Time to grab some food Six dollars for a devilled egg Waitress in a mood My pal in Sintaluta She grew up in this town Kids, of course, a long divorce Always moved around I share my sandwich with the boy The snow turns back to rain Two hours to Sintaluta I'm wide awake again On the road to Sintaluta Snow turns back to rain
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2197 Posts |
Posted - 05/14/2011 : 21:06:41
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He painted her portrait on the patio of a cliff hotel overlooking Acapulco Bay. Posed in a white wicker chair with her tanned legs tucked under, her canted hip against a summer pillow. Her slim, ringed fingers splayed on the tabletop like a restless five-spoke wheel. He painted her shelter-eyed, wary. A hesitant heart. He painted the gravity necessary to hold them in place. Later he said, "They'll bring something fragrant and distracting. Something lit or piled high on the plate. They'll place the food on a decorated table under a canopy of palms. They'll need help serving this meal. Anonymous waiters will appear. Blank as a fresh-stretched canvas. When we raise our glasses the shots will ring out. Part of everything happening in the mortal world. Am I right, baby? Does that sound right to you?" |
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aussiedave
Swinger
  
Australia
509 Posts |
Posted - 05/19/2011 : 03:19:30
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NO GUILE
was he a man of temperance? honest? innocent? shy?
his very presence always went unnoticed.
was he a man of dignity? strong? loyal? discreet?
attributes that never attracted a second glance.
was he a man of essence? faithful? resolute? timid?
these are questions that remain unanswered.
< >
he was a man who had no guile--another had said.
unworldly,
"I don't know you" he said, but they were words spoken in kindness,
the guileless one, this naive' man listened, said nothing, but loved deeply instead.
he remains an enemy of the world.
dR April 2011 |
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Craig
Firefly
    
Kyrgyzstan
3793 Posts |
Posted - 05/19/2011 : 17:48:36
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quote: Originally posted by aussiedave
NO GUILE
was he a man of temperance? honest? innocent? shy?
his very presence always went unnoticed.
was he a man of dignity? strong? loyal? discreet?
attributes that never attracted a second glance.
was he a man of essence? faithful? resolute? timid?
these are questions that remain unanswered.
< >
he was a man who had no guile--another had said.
unworldly,
"I don't know you" he said, but they were words spoken in kindness,
the guileless one, this naive' man listened, said nothing, but loved deeply instead.
he remains an enemy of the world.
dR April 2011
Miss you, pal. |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 05/22/2011 : 17:36:30
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I sit in the dark in the back of the cafe.
I barely exist.
The little identity I had existed within the gun and the bottle that always lay on the table before me and no longer do which was why I barely exist.
But something new and different may emerge; familiar, but tougher.
May even leave the cafe...
Manana.
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Becka
Sitter

95 Posts |
Posted - 05/25/2011 : 13:54:39
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May even leave the cafe ? ? ?
Nah... can't imagine that! |
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Bill Smith
Windchimer
   
2390 Posts |
Posted - 05/27/2011 : 07:58:33
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"In the ancient world people placed heavy stones on the graves of their dead so their spirits would not wander and afflict the living. I always thought that this was simply the practice of superstitious and primitive people. But I was about to learn that the dead can hover on the edge of our vision with the density and luminosity of mist, and their claim on the earth can be as legitimate and tenacious as our own."
Dave Robicheaux speaking in the movie, "In the Electric Mist." |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 05/29/2011 : 08:30:07
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There are nights you never forget for all the right reasons; and then there are the nights like the one underneath a late August yellow moon where a mistake becomes an unforgiven sin and the search for redemption haunts the rest of your days... |
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Bill Smith
Windchimer
   
2390 Posts |
Posted - 05/29/2011 : 23:19:17
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and then there are the nights you can't remember the next day and they might have been some of the best nights who knows ... |
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Becka
Sitter

95 Posts |
Posted - 05/30/2011 : 07:36:37
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Bill, Some of those night are better left forgotten. Some of them, I remember, but won't admit to..... |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 05/30/2011 : 19:02:00
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I sit in the darkness, in the back of the cafe. Carmelita tries to come to me But I send her away.
When the madness comes it is the only time I feel I know who I really am. Most of the time I leave myself behind somewhere, somewhere in a past that comes only in shadows; Only in memories.
I wish my memory was in my heart, so I could cut them both out with one slice... |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2197 Posts |
Posted - 05/30/2011 : 20:28:01
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Out by Zzyzx, a few desert miles from Interstate 15, "Now, the disappearance," he says, "for the moment, we're simply misplaced." The pressure of his hand increases. His mouth of invention invents the days. Time passes. Well, as I've told you before....he's around. |
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San Diego
Swinger
  
509 Posts |
Posted - 05/30/2011 : 20:31:47
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Lizards in the courtyard five inches long with tiny dinosaur faces. Birds of Paradise and veils of thorny bougainvillea. Delirious slow bees. A rainbow frisson of spray when the irrigation comes on. A late prop drones into Palomar, the pilot's eye on the wave rolling in. |
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Doug L
Firefly
    
Canada
5446 Posts |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 06/04/2011 : 19:01:53
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That video is Holy |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 06/04/2011 : 19:04:20
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They lived in a bungalow in '72.
In the woods, in the Valley, an old Jewish camp named Melody Lane with bungalows split into two apartments with a thin wall between them.
Nights, Buck could hear the fat couple next door coughing and fighting, Carmelita making him promise they'd never get like that.
He tried to be a good provider, but he was new at this, fresh from playing a bum for years and not caring about anybody or anything but himself. Oh, but he could be so passionate, about politics or girls or music or the liquids or the powders that fueled his desires.
He drove a taxi seven nights a week twelve hours a night and never got anywhere but was still moving. [at least.] [sort of.]
He still didn't know why Carm had come east with him; but it didn't matter anymore...
That horse and rider had slipped over the horizon long ago.
[sort of.] |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 06/05/2011 : 11:02:15
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It started as a dime a dance romance Underneath a quarter moon Her eyes asked me When and My hands gently answered, Soon. Angels in the treetops were singing A song about A long road home The wolf's long tears he was crying About an old man too tired to roam Desperation and gloom get the best of us Madness can be a place to rest It's after the scores are all settled It's after the sins are confessed It started as a dime a dance romance Underneath a quarter moon Some moments outlast forever Some moments are gone all too soon. The Gods say you'll never be back, love But I'm hearing that same old tune I've got my dime and we've got the time And tonight there's a quarter moon... I'm dancing and dreaming again love, Hearing that lonesome old tune I've got my dime and we've got the time And tonight there's a quarter moon... Hank Beukema revbuckmanMusic 2011
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San Diego
Swinger
  
509 Posts |
Posted - 06/05/2011 : 18:35:30
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...in the path.
My coast-to-coast family surprised me Saturday at 7am. 101 Diner's Bomb Breakfast and down to Imperial for Surf Dog Championship. Purple sunglasses on a golden retriever. Yellow rubber ducks glued to the board. Buddy, the winner in small dog category barking all the way in. For two days we had music and marathon cooking. Folks laughing and outdoing each other with can-you-top-this stories of Stu. My daughter-in-law Kelly calls Stu the Pied Piper because he walked the beach with a long bamboo pole and we all trailed along behind him. Many pictures of our rag-tag parades. My son David stepped out on the patio in his dad's leather jacket. "Can I take this home with me?" "So you changed your phone number five times in five months...you don't answer anyway. Except to lie to us because you think we're far enough away." He says this all casually holding my hand looking out to sea. The sun had set. It was getting cold. He pulled up my collar and put his arms around me. In his father's jacket he's so tall and warm. One of my grandsons ran up then, "C'mon, RoRo. Uncle Jon says we have to walk in the path." We all trekked single-file down the beach past fire rings glowing like earthbound stars. |
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Jonmark
Windchimer
   
USA
1791 Posts |
Posted - 06/05/2011 : 20:04:43
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A late prop drones into Palomar, the pilot's eye on the wave rolling in.
I have one of my uncle's flight jackets. It's too big for me but I wear it anyway. It's kind of a comfort knowing I could never fill it. All my love to you Ro. |
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San Diego
Swinger
  
509 Posts |
Posted - 06/06/2011 : 20:37:10
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Jonmark, In my heart you're a giant. Love to you and Bree from KCRQ. Ro |
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