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Ailinn
Windchimer
2197 Posts |
 Posted - 08/08/2011 : 19:25:55
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We've been friends long enough, he says
Patting the tortillas dry
Letting some cigarette ash fall into the cornmeal
I look up from the shredded lettuce and cheese
He gets edgy when I don't meet his eyes
So I look up
But I don't say a word
Hey
No use fishing for trouble |
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1825 Posts |
Posted - 08/10/2011 : 21:23:07
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I liked what you wrote up there, Rodeo ... very good .. FINISH the story ..
BarbraG |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 08/11/2011 : 18:31:36
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 08/11/2011 : 19:33:13
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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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rodeo
Swinger
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 08/12/2011 : 07:57:22
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The demons come like fire ants;
You don’t know they’re there until they’re all over you.
Unlike fire ants, tho’, you can’t kill ‘em.
You can try. That’s why the Bible.
You can try not to feel ‘em. That’s why the bottle.
You can try to put others out of your misery. That’s why the gun.
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rodeo
Swinger
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 08/12/2011 : 09:47:10
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Never been many I could talk to…
...didn’t want to,
“She” never asked questions… she already knew the answers…
...spooky…a good kind of spooky.
I never talked to him even tho’ (it seemed) we shared the same “symptoms”…(Bible, bottle, gun, whore)...
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2197 Posts |
Posted - 08/12/2011 : 18:40:22
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...and then the campfire tale
The first or last night's story
The last night was yesterday
The first night is tomorrow
Some days we fly
Some nights we crawl
It is the company
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2197 Posts |
Posted - 08/12/2011 : 18:50:23
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Right about now Mr. Lyons would step in...
He stood in the rain just listening
and wondering...how long it took for
one drop to get to the forest floor
from the tallest tree.
Some nightbird's call cut through the
damp dark and he felt like one of the
huddled creatures...only there was
nothing to draw warmth from.
He was acutely aware of the sound of
his own breathing and the sound of
his boots scooting on rocky mud.
He adjusted the back pack which held
the last thing she had given him and
continued the slow walk down the mountain.
It was pouring so hard he almost ran into
a cabin wall. If there was ever a door,
it wasn't there now so in he went.
A black blur of something went through
his legs and he almost fell.
As he regained his balance and heard the
click, he knew he was not alone.
-Ron Lyons
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 08/13/2011 : 09:16:01
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Albert let out a big sigh and said,
One thing you can say about me is
I always paid the rent. Every month
for forty years,through the good and bad
everlovin seasons up and down and
the long-lean-and-in-between days and nights;
back to the shocking 9/11 blue sky late January
day, Hudson a third frozen over on each side
with a band of moving water in the middle
heading for New York.
There was never a better day,
Albert said,
There was never a better time. |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 08/14/2011 : 08:39:06
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We are tired of the game they're running on us.
We are too new to know.
We are sure we are the only lovers
that have ever felt this way.
We are hoping we are better every day
we get closer to death.
We are misunderstood and overlooked
and
underhandled and overbearing.
We are too much to take
except in small doses.
We are certain there is always
something left to lose and
nothing to gain or maybe it's
nothing left to lose and
evrything to gain.
We are sure we have lost decades to desires of the senses.
We are everything we needed to be
and nothing of what we thought we'd be.
We have never been to a Great Adventure or a Six Flags
but have been to the original Disneyland on mushrooms.
We are missing the way it used to be but
loving what it is and will be.
We are always only about twelve steps away
from falling down a rabbit hole.
We are folks that have worked our whole lives
but are hedonists at heart.
We are mostly delightful.
We are
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rodeo
Swinger
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 08/15/2011 : 11:37:38
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We are the ones our parents warned us about…
AND
We are the ones who are now warning our children...
...to warn their children
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Becka
Sitter
95 Posts |
Posted - 08/15/2011 : 19:57:31
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And.... locking our doors!
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 08/18/2011 : 17:35:58
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Then it was silent except for the rain
and the drips from part of the open roof.
If it was to be a fight, he was ready with
the 2 dollar lighter he drew.
The light flickered over a racoon whom he
immediately named Rocky.
Rocky was finishing a late supper of squirrel
and dropping small bones on some sort of
slate floor.
They looked at each other and there appeared to
be world peace, at least in that tiny cabin.
He took the pack off and sat against the wall.
He had to find the sea and was waiting for some
sun to make the day a compass.
-Ron Lyons, 2004 |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 08/18/2011 : 19:47:47
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We sat on her back porch
drinking coffee waiting for
the twilight and the grass to grow thru the dust.
She said, You know, we made love once,
all those years ago.
I said,
You'd think I'd remember a thing like that.
She said, You were laying in your room,
barely conscious, mumbling about
making love to a green bottle.
I crept in wearing nothing
but Carmelita's vanilla
and never said a word.
I said,
Jesus, What else did you keep to yourself?
She whispered,
a sound like a butterfly sighing,
Have you looked at my girl's eyes? |
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rodeo
Swinger
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 08/19/2011 : 10:58:23
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hmmmmm
Sorry...no appropriate smiley.
tnx hnk
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 08/20/2011 : 07:04:50
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This mad pantomime
is all we have left
The night was too short
Morning came too soon.
Hold the phone on your shoulder
Twirl out your back door,
Dance with me Darlin
Neath the stars and the moon. |
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Becka
Sitter
95 Posts |
Posted - 08/21/2011 : 13:26:33
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 08/26/2011 : 18:26:39
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Albert said to me,
The older I get, the more I resent the
claim that the dead seem to have on me.
Oh, I don't resent the people, that's for sure;
just the pull on my soul, always pulling me back
when everything tells me to go forward.
Sometimes I used to even envy them,
but not so much anymore.
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 08/26/2011 : 19:12:55
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Albert mumbled to me
during one Sunday morning drunk,
Y'know,
She made me wonder if I was still
that kind of guy.
Apparently I was, he whispered.
The whiskey brings out a person
and if that person is me,
then I can't keep blaming
evrything on the whisky now, can I?
I said, I don't know, pardner ,
maybe you should give it a rest
for awhile and see...
Yeah, he said,
Manana.....
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andrew p
Firefly
USA
3936 Posts |
Posted - 08/27/2011 : 22:06:08
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Hank...you are amazing old friend...truly a dreamer, poet & storyteller.
love ya man
andrew
"Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet." ~Roger Miller~ |
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