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rodeo
Swinger

USA
733 Posts

Posted - 10/15/2011 :  10:52:43  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"a wheel within a wheel".
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2818 Posts

Posted - 10/15/2011 :  15:10:37  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
You dear folks are jewels. A treasure resides in this room
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2154 Posts

Posted - 10/15/2011 :  18:21:09  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The spread-open fan of memory. A walk along the Embarcadero.
The carousel and fortune teller's high-sided wagon. The jet-scarred
sky filled with shore birds cries. "...tell ourselves stories to
make sense of our lives..." he said. His story.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2818 Posts

Posted - 10/27/2011 :  19:53:47  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Martina asked me to tell her
how the rest of my life went
after her.

I told her that I was mostly high and dry
for a time, but that I got along on my own
after awhile.
I told her that I remembered that she
gave me the rest of her life and
that all she ever asked from me was
all I had left, but all I had left was tears
and that she deserved better at the end.

She said,
I see you've managed to stash away a
few tears for a rainy day.
Good, keep them close, but, please,
Keep dancing....
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Joe Z
Windchimer

USA
1819 Posts

Posted - 10/29/2011 :  15:01:31  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
There's something sad about seeing trees lose their leaves, especially as we grow older.

Edited by - Joe Z on 10/29/2011 15:40:23
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2154 Posts

Posted - 10/29/2011 :  18:55:05  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
He watches her hands move against the clay. The vessels she
makes enchant him. Their fullness and fluted edge. Under
crow-tangled branches she fires the piece in a tree hollowed
out by lightning. He brushes cinders away from her cut glass
cheekbones. Her smile is brazen. Her dress is candy-apple red.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2154 Posts

Posted - 10/29/2011 :  18:58:44  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
She said, I have no plot but to keep him alive.
Her heart-shaped shovel and starry tears. Her
ruby-stung ears and bell-tied shoes waterlogged.
The night with its black velvet ribbon undone.
Ash in his hair, honey on his tongue.
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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5446 Posts

Posted - 10/30/2011 :  01:29:31  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
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
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2154 Posts

Posted - 11/03/2011 :  19:15:15  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Late in the story. Somewhere near the end.
Quails in the tumbleweed. Bees in the armoire.
The mute fortune teller with her ruby-stung ears.
The puppet master with a bit of sawdust in his pocket.
The rasp of his calloused thumb blazing the word in her palm.
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Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3793 Posts

Posted - 11/04/2011 :  03:51:27  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
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.

Craig
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Karen Runk
Firefly

USA
4925 Posts

Posted - 11/04/2011 :  07:26:57  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send Karen Runk an AOL message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply


Karen Runk
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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5446 Posts

Posted - 11/04/2011 :  15:54:35  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
'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

1824 Posts

Posted - 11/04/2011 :  21:39:40  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Wonderful reflections, Doug .. I have a few of my own ..

BarbraG
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rodeo
Swinger

USA
733 Posts

Posted - 11/05/2011 :  08:00:51  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply

http://www.allpar.com/old/luxury-liner.html
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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5446 Posts

Posted - 11/05/2011 :  11:32:58  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
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  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
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
2818 Posts

Posted - 11/12/2011 :  06:24:37  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
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.

HB
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Becka
Sitter

95 Posts

Posted - 11/12/2011 :  07:31:51  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"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

2154 Posts

Posted - 11/20/2011 :  17:51:18  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
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  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Birthday wishes to you, Rev, from coast to coast.
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