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San Diego
Swinger
508 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
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2819 Posts |
Posted - 06/04/2011 : 19:01:53
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2819 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
2819 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
508 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
508 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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buckman
Firefly
USA
2819 Posts |
Posted - 06/13/2011 : 19:48:40
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There are ghosts behind the house tonight
They're partying in the woods
She warned me not to leave her
[As if I ever could]
Strangers shout my name in the street
They're knocking at my door
She thinks she's gonna find me
Passed out on the floor.
Too many voices talking in my head
Too many wanting to be heard
If she'd sing me the melody
I know I could find the words
They're dancing in the moonlight
keeping me awake
Is she an angel or a devil
Is a feeling I can't shake
Gods and Generals call me
all trying to spread the Word
I used to be an eagle
Now I'm just a tiny bird
Too many voices talking in my head
Too many wanting to be heard
If she'd sing me the melody
I know I could find the words
I stumble thru the rocks and leaves
to where I saw the light
It;s gotten so quiet now
they left without a fight
The ones I've loved, the ones I've lost
Come back again in songs
There's so much in life that's good
It's just taking so damn long
Too many voices talking in my head
Too many wanting to be heard
If she'd sing me the melody
I know I could find the words
If she'd just sing me the melody
I could find the words.
Hank Beukema revbuckmanmusic 2010. |
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Becka
Sitter
95 Posts |
Posted - 06/22/2011 : 21:57:50
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Hank,
I like the old and new alike....
Good stuff. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2155 Posts |
Posted - 06/26/2011 : 13:31:50
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| We meet at Chang's at The River where the widowed and dispossessed drink organic Margaritas waiting on their take-out. Crispy Green Beans and Dynamite Shrimp. Chicken Flatbread and Northern Style Ribs. "I come here to study," Marcella says, raising an ironic eyebrow. She moved down the road by the beautiful Rancho Mirage Library. "I've given up grief because the sun here is so damn distracting. Like my RA therapist says, 'Miss Mar, don't you harsh my mellow'." She's in a Creative Writing Class and hands me the journal I gave her in 2008. At the crowded bar a retired ophtalmologist from Ventura tells us he once held the record for cataract surgeries performed in one year. "By the way," he says, "you have surreal vision." I don't disagree. He has a pale racoon mask where his sunglasses won't let him tan. Maybe later he'll walk Marcella home. Maybe one day they'll share Sweet and Sour and the Class Clown Lectures at the library in late July. Bob Hope and Sid Caesar. I have a long switchback ride up and over the harsh Santa Rosa's. The shy bighorn sheep. The rough wooden cross and plastic lilies at Carrizo Road turnout. An ocean at the end of the line and Marcella's cursive single-spaced pages. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2155 Posts |
Posted - 06/26/2011 : 13:39:09
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Surreal vision. The Dinosaur Truck Stop off the 10. Water skiing in the Mojave. Hot-soup Cheyene Lake in Newberry Springs 7-to-7 vigil at the Bagdad Cafe with a grain of grit in your eye. Any Checkpoint deal where you buy what comes in through the window and pay for waiting in line.
Easy roads to drive off of. SR 74 and 111. 66 at Newberry Springs. Well, now... |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2155 Posts |
Posted - 06/30/2011 : 17:39:01
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| Adam winks. The fate-sealed we're-in-this-together moment. His peppery grin and to-be-continued shenanigans. Oh, Eve's got her hands full with that kettle of applesauce simmering on the camp stove and calamitous love in The Garden. |
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Doug L
Firefly
Canada
5446 Posts |
Posted - 06/30/2011 : 18:21:23
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"And there's times I think I see you
When I find the kind of face
Where a woman's independence
Has kept a woman's grace
Where confidence and pride
Refuse to know their place
Or hide behind the easy tricks
Of beauty"
~Brian McNeill ('Strong Women Rule Us All') |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2819 Posts |
Posted - 07/07/2011 : 16:04:46
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There were mountains and rivers
and sculptures on lawns
Days sparkled with laughter
Nights flowed with song.
Those first days of love
Take your soul for a dance
Those first nights in love
Whisper eternal romance.
[Part of me has given up
The rest of me has quit
Life used to hold me
like a coat from the cold,
Now it barely fits]
Sunrise over the Hudson
The blue sky broke my heart
A mile from where he was born
A bright flash was brought down to a spark.
This river runs both ways to taunt me
I love her and hate her most days
Like me she's wild and wandering
Most mornings shrouded in haze.
New love blossoms just like the flowers
Two people feeling their way
The blindfolds fade slowly,
It all feels so holy
You talk of forever and a day.
The movie runs nightly
He still shines so brightly
But it's somebody else's door.
The one way thru it is to
keep moving forward
and keep in sight of the shore.
[Part of me has given up
The rest of me has quit
Life used to hold me
like a coat from the cold
Now it barely fits]
There were mountains and rivers
and sculptures on lawns
Days sparkled with laughter
Nights flowed with song.
This river runs both ways to taunt me
I love her and hate her most days
Like me she's wild and wandering
Most mornings shrouded in haze.
Most mornings shrouded in haze
Hank Beukema revbuckmanmusic 2011 |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2155 Posts |
Posted - 07/07/2011 : 20:04:44
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The sun sets on Costera Miguel Aleman. Louvered light on the honey-glazed bay. They're drinking blue anejo from crooked green glasses on a patio where Double Delight roses explode.
Tijuana. Crowded Avenida Revolucion. Widows and orphans with liquid eyes. Petal hands full of Chicklets and grime. Decades of rosaries won't save them.
Ensenada. Off Lopez Mateos, street stalls with open grills. Charred lobster in blistered corn shells. Berettas and Black Talon ammo. A pyramid of limes.
Acapulco. Armored souls in the sad Cathedral. Christ crying in His crystal crib.
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2155 Posts |
Posted - 07/07/2011 : 20:07:23
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| The rubies he hammered into her ears ride on her lobes like beacons. Like flares on a runway, like the 4th of July. "Gold buttercup setting," he said. How metal holds her. |
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Becka
Sitter
95 Posts |
Posted - 07/07/2011 : 20:22:26
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Mr Buckman....
This river runs both ways to taunt me
I love her and hate her most days
Like me she's wild and wandering
Most mornings shrouded in haze.
The word "shroud" reminds me of death but death is absent from these lines. This piece is full of life. Excellent writing!!
You've done it again!
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Grania
Rocker
110 Posts |
Posted - 07/10/2011 : 16:45:32
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Dear Reverend B-
"I sit in the back of the Cafe, in the dark, where no one can see me...I see it all, I hear it all..."
Your first post on the old Blue Board back in the grace of POe days.
Lets dance. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2155 Posts |
Posted - 07/10/2011 : 16:48:06
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Front page Los Angeles Times:
Tolls on the FREEway. $1.40 per mile for the HOT lanes on Interstate 10.
"Out on that long stretch..."
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