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buckman
Firefly
USA
2818 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
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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
Wowza! You done up and learnt to write!!  |
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1824 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
Windchimer
2154 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
2818 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
2818 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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Ailinn
Windchimer
2154 Posts |
Posted - 01/16/2012 : 19:26:17
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| "No color! No color!" the client says, "Shadows!" He points to a sample called "graphite". (What does that tell you?) He's black and white. Not a red man. Spades and clubs only. No diamonds or hearts for his Goth Salon and amulet-driven dream. Birds that swim in glass. Fish that fly in trees. "...and this buckle to hold the sky there," he points. "Can you do somethin' with that, honey?" "What do you want exactly," I ask him. "The River Styx," he says. It'll take a little alizarin crimson to make that buckle shine. |
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Doug L
Firefly
Canada
5446 Posts |
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San Diego
Swinger
508 Posts |
Posted - 01/18/2012 : 06:52:36
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Doug, Lovely to hear this this morning.
Out into the bumper to bumper. |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2818 Posts |
Posted - 01/18/2012 : 18:30:45
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quote:
Originally posted by San Diego
-for Reverend B
Wim Wenders "Pina". If it comes to your town, see it.
"Dance, dance, otherwise we are lost."
-Pina Bausch
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2818 Posts |
Posted - 01/21/2012 : 18:22:37
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If you pass the stray thought
that you have nothing left to lose,
and linger,
then you also have to be reminded
of just what it was that you lost;
or squandered, or misplaced or
had ripped away or
outlived.
Not lingering is best;
the days are so long, the nights are so short
and the mornings come too fast.
But, we all keep working and
Smiling and dancing our way thru
waiting for that next shift.
But, Oh, how the legs seem to get weaker every day |
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San Diego
Swinger
508 Posts |
Posted - 01/22/2012 : 18:30:40
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Friday night Creative Writing Class-
Robber's filling me in on the scene in the Dayroom; "...an' Marco's practicing his killer-for-hire glare in the micro...too many Bobby DeNiro movies! An', oh! Place-setting for two for Alma an' her attitude, PLEASE!" Marco's one of the cooks at Sunrise, and Alma, well... Miss Jersey Shores 1944, and don't you ever forget it! Had eyes for McKenna since the day he showed up with that blue Bic tucked behind his ear. Fair Elise, authentically guileless, had the inside track from the get-go. That's what irritates Alma so. "Miss Alma, you jus' gotta stop scratchin' that itch an' get yourself another hobby! I told her," Robber says. Meanwhile, Elise and McKenna, (now Mr. and Mrs.) coo by the etched Bird of Paradise window. "Kinda makes ya believe there's hope for us all," Marco says later, jabbing me with his sharp elbow to show he's not sentimental.
Note to Joe Z: I never mentioned the movie, Somewhere In Time. They've got a kind of magic I won't mess with. Love to you. Ro |
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Bill Smith
Windchimer
2390 Posts |
Posted - 01/22/2012 : 20:55:07
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Damned, I was gonna' drop by and leave a line or two, but I can't compete with y'all. I'll be back tomorrow night in disguise and give it a shot. That way, you won't know it's me, and I won't be embarrased. Hmmmmmmmmmmm, what we a good disguise? How about "pseudonymn" I probably didn't spell that right?
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2154 Posts |
Posted - 01/23/2012 : 18:04:26
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| Denny's on Sunset at 3am. Between CBS and ABC. The show that never closes. Handy if you're doing live feed to the east coast and need a muffin fix and coffee. Call ahead and they'll be waiting for you at the register. Lou D's secret maple butter in a tub on the side. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2154 Posts |
Posted - 01/23/2012 : 18:07:49
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| And then there was the night... That night. "Hop in," he said. The blooming moon, the astonishing star-pierced sky. The night turning blue. The lights from the city disappearing. His elbow out the window. A web of back roads in the corner of his eye. |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2818 Posts |
Posted - 01/26/2012 : 17:08:33
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It was twenty years ago this spring.
I told her we needed to go for a ride.
As we crossed the reservoir,
I said,
Do you ever think about the minutes
just before a moment that you will remember
the rest of your life?
She laughed and said, No, honey, why?
I said, This is one of them
and I began to tell her about Martina...
I'll never forget that laugh. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2154 Posts |
Posted - 01/29/2012 : 20:13:50
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His nautical charts dog-eared and finger-worn
Her rough woolen cloak heavy
Ocean-wet at the hem
Through the creak and shiver of seafaring days
They made their way back to Durrow
Mist-slicked cliffs and feral-prowling fog
Heathered moors insistent and foretelling
Stone cottage cobbled to a battle-trod road
Scrim of damp at the hearth's edge
Ashes from the past to enthrall them |
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The Nightly Vigil