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buckman
Firefly
USA
2705 Posts |
 Posted - 07/17/2010 : 08:24:53
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As we walked down the dirt street
together, we passed the Cafe San Lupo.
I said, Are you still working there?
Betty said, No, I give piano lessons now.
As her girl tagged behind, I whispered,
Does she know about the dance-hall-girl days?
She said, I was a widow, left out here alone
and I wasn't going to
make a living laying down....
I did it with who I wanted,
when I wanted
and not for money.
I said, Who's that supposed to
make feel better, me or you?
It was quiet for a spell after that....
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2705 Posts |
Posted - 07/17/2010 : 08:27:10
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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 girls eyes?
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2705 Posts |
Posted - 07/17/2010 : 15:58:14
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Some memories are buried
beneath other memories.
Some mistakes are made without
ever knowing they were made.
Wisps of smoke and shadows of dreams
are all we're left of the past
and the future rolls around
every second.
She turned over to face me and
asked what I was thinking about.
I said,
Now, darlin, only now.
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rodeo
Swinger
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 07/22/2010 : 19:09:21
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It had been years but nothing had changed.
Same old town. Same peeling paint on the buildings. Same old men sitting under the tree...same tree; right in the middle of main street.
Same saloon.
Some of the girls were even the same...a few new ones...young; too young. They didn't have that dead look in their eyes yet...the one that comes after they realized that "he" was never gonna come take 'em away.
Same tables and chairs. Same bartender.
"Ain't seen you around in a while...hell, it's been years ain't it?
Where you been?......
....Don't have much to say, do ya?
Why, we haven't seen you since...."
"Leave the bottle". |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2705 Posts |
Posted - 07/24/2010 : 19:41:40
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Another treasure Rodeo...
Anybody seen our girl?
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Doug L
Firefly
Canada
5434 Posts |
Posted - 07/24/2010 : 19:54:00
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2705 Posts |
Posted - 07/24/2010 : 20:10:57
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Got a gal named Ro
Uh oh spaghetti oh, just
Take my heart and go,
Ro
Just take my heart and go... |
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San Diego
Rocker
494 Posts |
Posted - 08/01/2010 : 09:33:38
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Karen Runk
Firefly
USA
4925 Posts |
Posted - 08/01/2010 : 14:01:27
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Karen Runk |
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1824 Posts |
Posted - 08/03/2010 : 18:31:50
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I must go down to the sea again ......
Barb |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2705 Posts |
Posted - 08/15/2010 : 07:37:56
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Stuffed shells baking in the oven,
house smelling of garlic bread and vanilla candles.
Ladybugs making love on the back porch.
Betty named them Rufus and Nadine
and we watched them for an hour
listening to A Love Supreme
playing out the window
in the Hudson Valley summer afternoon.
They would go at it like mad
for a little while,
then rest,
then go at it like mad,
then rest.
Finally after we thought
they might be stuck together,
he circled her body three times,
and they both flew away.
We hadn't needed the inspiration,
But,
I passed a lifetime looking at her legs
and watching her eyes dance,
watching them.
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2705 Posts |
Posted - 08/15/2010 : 18:44:29
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"In this sacred place
We call The Board
What is passed
Hand to hand here
Lifts us
So
Order a ritual
Incense in cones
Thicken the Autumn air with it
Sandalwood, cinnamon, clove
Brew tea in a dragon-shaped pot
Drink it
Light five ivory candles
Pray for grace
Place a teaspoonful of sunshine
Under your tongue
Feast after fasting so long
Keep your pantry shelves spilling
Whatever you need
For this journey"
Ailinn - 2004 |
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Susan Newbury
Sitter
USA
76 Posts |
Posted - 08/19/2010 : 14:17:34
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Craig
Firefly
Kyrgyzstan
3791 Posts |
Posted - 08/23/2010 : 22:06:27
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"How I long to hold the golden sand in the hollow of my hand
Stand for a while there and fill in the hole
left in the heart of a wounded old soul
Here's to tomorrow here's to today
Here's to whatever I never did say
Here's to old friends who have gone separate ways
Here's to the memories..."
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rodeo
Swinger
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 08/24/2010 : 11:02:28
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Uh-h-h-h...
What happened?
It was here...then gone
I barely had time to see
Did I just dream it?
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rodeo
Swinger
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 08/24/2010 : 22:35:04
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Things could have been so different...should have been.
There were so many good memories; but a few bad ones erased them completely.
Only a very few had ever seen him wearing a gun. They'd all heard the story. But when they saw it...for the first time; they realized that he was the spitting image of his Father.
No one had ever seen him go in...or even near the saloon.
But when they saw it...for the first time; they realized that he was the spitting image of his Father.
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Doug L
Firefly
Canada
5434 Posts |
Posted - 08/26/2010 : 00:27:43
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Ginsberg came to my house one afternoon
and said he was giving up poetry
because it told lies, that language distorts.
I agreed, but asked what we have
that gets it right even that much.
We look up at the stars and they are
not there. We see the memory
of when they were, once upon a time.
And that too is more than enough.
Jack Gilbert |
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rodeo
Swinger
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 08/27/2010 : 08:40:27
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How astonishing it is that language can almost mean...
and frightening that it does not quite.
jg |
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San Diego
Rocker
494 Posts |
Posted - 08/28/2010 : 17:29:58
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| The memorial was beautiful. Tears and laughter. Old photograph albums, like drowning. A life flashing before my eyes I'm trying to hold onto. There's long ago in our light-hearted days...you in your leather jacket. Just some guy out there in the middle of the desert with too many stars on his hands. One of my sons hands me a glass of wine and my favorite picture of his father. My brother-in-law manages to get some pictures up on a big screen. Doug, my son Jon found your video on the web. Collective tears, then. A room full. More stories. Our life was so long and so short. The east coast sky is black and blue. Dark and high and final. |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2705 Posts |
Posted - 08/28/2010 : 18:58:12
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I can hear the others...
Going on, laughing,dancing
Waiting,
For me.
I will not be back yet,
Not as they knew me.
I will not be back soon
To the table where
The cards are dealt and
The whiskey flows.
Deal me out,
Play this hand without me.
I will dance alone
For awhile, waiting until
I understand the full measure
Of what I had and
What I lost.
They will not know
Until it happens to them,
How one day you
Can be in this world and
The next in Hell...
Nothing matters more
Than love and
Nothing matters less
Than finding it again
Once you've lost it.
Starting over
Will take more than
I have to give
Right Now.
Spring will have to start
Without me this year,
I have no heart for flowers and
New beginnings...
Yet...
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