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Craig
Firefly
    
Kyrgyzstan
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Posted - 11/04/2011 : 03:51:27
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quote: Originally posted by Doug L
BREAUX BRIDGE, LOUISIANA
Breaux Bridge, Louisiana On the way to New Orleans A plate of crawfish etouffee A band of Cajun teens Twin fiddles and accordion The washboard player beams Breaux Bridge, Louisiana On the way to New Orleans These young kids know old zydeco That bow cuts like a knife Solitude and comin' home Songs of the shrimping life Double-stops and two-step hops Tradition, alive and well Love and pain and pourin' rain A dancin' Creole belle The winds blow in from Kaplan From Lake Charles, Bayou Noir The soul of Clifton Chenier Haunts this roadside bar Now they play the 'Lovebridge Waltz' By old Iry LeJeune Iry's been dead fifty years He's alive inside this room A photograph of Harry Chaotes Framed up on the wall Queen Ida's there beside him Smilin' on us all Give me bontemps tout les temps Give me Jolie Blonde Let the music take me back To better days, long gone Breaux Bridge, Louisiana On the way to New Orleans A plate of crawfish etouffee A band of Cajun teens Twin fiddles and accordion The washboard player beams Breaux Bridge, Louisiana On the way to New Orleans DL
Stomping grounds, mine and Koala's. We lived it. I still do.
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Karen Runk
Firefly
    
USA
4925 Posts |
Posted - 11/04/2011 : 07:26:57
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Doug L
Firefly
    
Canada
5446 Posts |
Posted - 11/04/2011 : 15:54:35
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'39 DODGE
Was a cafe, I forget the name We'd just had fish and chips And I took for gospel every word That crossed my daddy's lips He'd talk of hockey players Some cat they called Emile Defrost fan on the windows My father at the wheel Of a Dodge they built in '39 Plowing through the snow On Main Street, in my hometown Long ago A few weeks before Christmas Colder than a fridge Up the ramp that led across The Fourth Avenue bridge Turning left on Coteau By the Co-Op Store My legs dangling from the seat I couldn't reach the floor Of that Dodge they built in '39 Crunching through the snow On South Hill, in my hometown Long ago Mom was up and waiting Wood stove on for heat She made us both a cocoa A bedtime snack to eat Pajamas, then I'd brush my teeth Get a kiss good night The street outside in silence Parked under the light Was a Dodge they built in '39 Covered up with snow On Duffield Street, my hometown Long ago DL |
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BarbraG
Windchimer
   
1825 Posts |
Posted - 11/04/2011 : 21:39:40
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Wonderful reflections, Doug .. I have a few of my own ..
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rodeo
Swinger
  
USA
733 Posts |
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Doug L
Firefly
    
Canada
5446 Posts |
Posted - 11/05/2011 : 11:32:58
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Thanks for the link, Joe. That's the one. Dad's was dark blue, heavy, handled the winter roads well. When you closed the door, it made a deep "thunk" sound that you don't hear nowadays.
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rodeo
Swinger
  
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 11/05/2011 : 15:04:05
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My Dad had one before I was born but talked abt it so much that I remember it. When I was about 10 yrs old he bought a 53 Dodge but said it wasn't nearly the car the '39 was.
For all our technological advances, we just can't make 'em like "that Dodge they built in '39".
Thanks, Doug.
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 11/12/2011 : 06:24:37
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A shadow crossed the moon tonight Baby's dressed in black Says she's going south for awhile Got a notion she won't be back. Through her eyes I saw the mysteries unfold Through her eyes I saw unwritten songs Through her eyes I felt my spirit set free Through her eyes I saw it all going wrong The loving was the best of times The fighting was always the worst They say the river's rising, Yet I'm laying here dying of thirst. We spent it all as we went along Leaving nothing for the ashes or dust Now there's nothing left to start a fire And there's no one left to trust Through her eyes I saw the mysteries unfold Through her eyes I saw unwritten songs Through her eyes I felt my spirit set free Through her eyes I saw it all going wrong The view looking back is so crystal clear Why can't it be from the start? If only we could see where we're going We could save our poor, little hearts. You get up each morning, you play the game The sky over the river has changed The sun is shining, the clouds are all gone In your heart it still feels like rain. A shadow crossed the moon tonight Baby's dressed in black Says she's going south for awhile Got a notion she won't be back. Through her eyes I saw the mysteries unfold Through her eyes I saw unwritten songs Through her eyes I felt my spirit set free Through her eyes I saw it all going wrong.
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Becka
Sitter

95 Posts |
Posted - 11/12/2011 : 07:31:51
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"Through her eyes I felt my spirit set free"
We all need someone that will allow us to be free... Good one, Hank!!
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2197 Posts |
Posted - 11/20/2011 : 17:51:18
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Cold blue-finger flight. Touch and go landing. Overgrown airport lit with flare light. Running across a weedy field. Dark car idling on the fire road. Familiar strangeness. Cherished face. Rear view mirror in the middle of the night. Two sides to every Border story. |
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Doug L
Firefly
    
Canada
5446 Posts |
Posted - 11/23/2011 : 23:24:27
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Birthday wishes to you, Rev, from coast to coast. |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 11/26/2011 : 08:03:49
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You were stronger than you thought you were When the world let you down The screams curled round inside your head But you never made a sound You asked if I really meant it That night I said I loved you Then you crawled under the blankets Never sure just what was true. Fantasy's colors turn to black and white When you give it a little time Spirits move, the moon's aglow Two worlds begin to rhyme The river flows by another year The mountains roll to the sea Road signs passed along the way Surrender the next key. We danced behind the waterfall Your skin was young and clear We saw a rainbow through the mist That memory worked for years Fantasy's colors turn to black and white When you give it a little time Spirits move, the moon's aglow Two worlds begin to rhyme The house turns cold, the heat pipes bang Tomorrow's another working day What's been lost and what's been gained As we struggle on our way? You were stronger than you thought you were When the world let you down The screams curled round inside your head But you never made a sound Fantasy's colors turn to black and white When you give it a little time Spirits move, the moon's aglow Two worlds begin to rhyme HB 2011 |
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Becka
Sitter

95 Posts |
Posted - 11/26/2011 : 12:47:09
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I vote this to be the best verse....
The river flows by another year The mountains roll to the sea Road signs passed along the way Surrender the next key. We danced behind the waterfall Your skin was young and clear We saw a rainbow through the mist That memory worked for years
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BarbraG
Windchimer
   
1825 Posts |
Posted - 11/29/2011 : 23:15:22
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There is no rhyme nor reason .. to the way things are going down .. ...It's all I can do to stand upright .When I take a walk downtown .. No one sees me walking by ..and I don't stop to see If anyone is starting to cry -- .. at the idea of seeing .. me ! I lost my love and heart one day .. .. with never a warning in sight .. He just got in the car and rode away .. And, left me alone in the night .. He just left me .. alone.. in the night .. Sadness and heartache now live on the street .. where, once long ago .. we happened to meet ..Good night, Dear Heart, wherever you are I'll just look up tonight, and wish on that star -- ... wish on that star ..
BGee
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Bill Smith
Windchimer
   
2390 Posts |
Posted - 11/30/2011 : 00:05:51
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I was sittin' in the porch swing down there in Cooidge, Texas, with BB (that's what we called my grandma), and I was asking her about Big Papa (that's what they called my grandpa - he died during the year before I was born). I was very curious about death and how folks just keep going on afterward. She said, "I miss him everyday." I already knew that ... just by the way she acted. I looked up at her and told her that I would be scared to die. She put her arm around me and said, "Don't worry, Billy, when you get old it won't scare you." She was right.
I learned a lot on that porch swing. They had sidewalks in those days and a lot of the neighbors just walked by every evening and said hello and admired the flowers in the front yard and talked about the weather and their gardens and the price of whatever down at the main street grocery store. After dark I loved the high tech luxury of an electric fan and a radio that had tubes glowing in the back ... and .... innocence. Times gone by. |
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Ailinn
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2197 Posts |
Posted - 12/19/2011 : 20:28:41
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Chloe and Mortimer. They had a high time together more 'an thirty years ago. When Mortimer passed, Chloe went over to the Home. Then that young singer feller came by. You know, the one who used to sit in the corner booth drinkin' coffee and smokin' cigarettes. He had that beat-up brown satchel full of writin' papers he'd spread all over the table. Saw him waitin' in the Lobby lookin' out through the garden door where Chloe was takin' the sun. "Hurts me to see her like that," he said. "All closed up in her nightie...no shoulders. Bothers me nobody comes to see her." I clearly remember him sayin' that. And the pained look in his eyes. "You did," I said. "Yeah, well..." he said, and followed the attendent down the long hall. They got on real swell, those two. An' he took to stoppin' by every other week. Brought his guitar sometimes. Yeah. You'd hear them both laughin'. He sang about the weather alot. Sunshine and rain. Oh, what was his name? Shoot! It's right on the tip of my tongue. Blue eyes, he had. Truly blue. |
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Becka
Sitter

95 Posts |
Posted - 12/28/2011 : 16:56:05
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Wow! We had the same kind of evenings in Bessemer, Alabama as they did in Coolidge, Texas.... 'cept we didn't have sidewalks. xxquote: Originally posted by Bill Smith
I was sittin' in the porch swing down there in Cooidge, Texas, with BB (that's what we called my grandma), and I was asking her about Big Papa (that's what they called my grandpa - he died during the year before I was born). I was very curious about death and how folks just keep going on afterward. She said, "I miss him everyday." I already knew that ... just by the way she acted. I looked up at her and told her that I would be scared to die. She put her arm around me and said, "Don't worry, Billy, when you get old it won't scare you." She was right.
I learned a lot on that porch swing. They had sidewalks in those days and a lot of the neighbors just walked by every evening and said hello and admired the flowers in the front yard and talked about the weather and their gardens and the price of whatever down at the main street grocery store. After dark I loved the high tech luxury of an electric fan and a radio that had tubes glowing in the back ... and .... innocence. Times gone by.
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 01/07/2012 : 20:40:52
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I could have sworn I had told her I had nothing left to give The future made no promises Velvet days and nights were lived. [The spark tastes too delicious It's so hard to be denied Our hearts are fed by wishes And starved by foolish pride.] It's what dreams are made of On starry starry nights It's what leads to madness And the wrong thing feeling right. It's the agony and ecstacy With almost nothing in between It's what makes us bear the world The leaves fall, the grass turns green We do the dance and we lick our lips And we never see the bruise It's a lover that we think we want It's a friend we always lose. [The lips, the nights, the tangled hair Then days without desire It doesn't take a hurricane To take the spark out of the fire.] It's what dreams are made of On starry starry nights It's what leads to madness And the wrong thing feeling right. It's the agony and ecstacy With almost nothing in between It's what makes us bear the world The leaves fall, the grass turns green I could have sworn I had told her I had nothing left to give The future made no promises Velvet days and nights were lived. [The spark tastes too delicious It's so hard to be denied Our hearts are fed by wishes And starved by foolish pride.]
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rodeo
Swinger
  
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 01/12/2012 : 11:41:43
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Once again, sir, you have read my mail.
"...I'm torn...my heart is worn down to the coals and ashes that are all that's left when the fire is nearly gone..." circle c, jhurt,jhutch,jraley
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 01/14/2012 : 06:38:20
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She appeared out of the silence.
Glow of a fire from far off down the beach. Curve of hips against the ocean. Tangy taste of saltwater on her lips, hair slick and shiny in the moonlight.
Arms encircling bare backs. Breathing coming in gulps, throats growing huskier...
Laying entwined in the sand, legs around legs, arm over chest, she asked me if I had remembered to turn off the coffee pot..
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