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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
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Posted - 08/13/2005 : 09:47:58
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I love you still today...
It's hot in New York in August and I wonder how it is in Oregon... Next month we've been married 33 years, Happy Anniversary, HoneyPie... No, I still don't want a divorce, I promised you for life Even if I haven't seen your face for Ten years...
I'm thinking that you still Blame me for Jesse I know that you blame me for Barb If you ever get a minute Maybe you could let me know if you're still alive...
I love you still today...
Hank Beukema
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 08/13/2005 : 10:24:42
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I loved my family And I loved the Lord The way I was always taught I loved to work and I loved the sweat and I loved what hard work brought...
But I've lost it all now and I know That though the road's been long All the time I've been living I must have done something wrong...
I had a boy and I had a girl They don't mean much anymore One went off and left one day One went off to fight the war The times we had were good I guess But past times are never good When you're lost inside yourself And your heart just feels like wood...
But I've lost it all now and I know That though the road's been long All that time that I've been living I must have done something wrong...
Hank Beukema BARBSONG MUSIC 2005
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 08/13/2005 : 11:00:25
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As I rode the horse thru the woods, the words of tonight came back to me.... Fernando said, Do you even know what you're doing? I said, Do I ever, My brother? I just do what I do and then it happens... I stumble around in the forest with a match and Eventually I find what I am looking for...
The smell of jasmine came thru the doors.... The smell of Carmelita came right behind it and My reverie with Fernando was over....
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 08/13/2005 : 11:50:06
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So, Rudy told me as I was putting my chaps on and getting ready to go into the ring with the bitch mare: It took me until I was 53 to get in touch with my own insanity..... I told him then that I was gonna steal that line, and now I have,,,,
Rev
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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Karen Runk
Firefly
    
USA
4925 Posts |
Posted - 08/13/2005 : 17:44:58
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And again...."Ships are in the harbor sittin' on the sunset, Sittin' on the sunset like a water color picture"
Mickey Newbury
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2196 Posts |
Posted - 08/13/2005 : 20:18:51
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...footprints in the sand filling with moonlit water... |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2196 Posts |
Posted - 08/13/2005 : 20:20:13
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"...and a ruby at the top of the mast..."
~Mickey Newbury~ |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2196 Posts |
Posted - 08/13/2005 : 20:23:55
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Hey, Karen. How's your hubby's eye? Are we still going into the B & B business together? |
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Karen Runk
Firefly
    
USA
4925 Posts |
Posted - 08/13/2005 : 20:50:45
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Heh heh!!!! 
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booty
Sitter

USA
93 Posts |
Posted - 08/15/2005 : 11:00:24
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Beheld in me is an obscure connecting lenk With the rights of passage.. The renaissance of the old to the new.. A nexus of time and space arching water Cold from bubbling springs which feed Its source and lay cloistered solicitiously By virgin trees on banks sublime.. Where green abounds in peppermint and watercrest Home to crayfish backing through and soft Shelled turtles and red sun perch Vanishing sadly from view to go unnoticed.. For it was there many years ago Just the other side of the rainbow We so often danced.. Through me pass the direction of opposites.. Both the past and the future Unbeholden to the immediacy of honor.. While in my abridged continuum Should one take time to notice as they Rush by unaware of what thou shalt Not again eroding in time There beside the road uphelp in me an old bridge, conveying a fleeting monment...transcending time.. where stays the lovely present.
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
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booty
Sitter

USA
93 Posts |
Posted - 08/16/2005 : 13:39:20
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A red rose And a brier, To think -- together we grow, A humming bird Draws its sweetness. In a breze it's gone, But there it found The nectar... Of its wonting -- In an extraordinary place.
And truly 'tis singular.
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 08/16/2005 : 18:31:46
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Coltrane sings A Love Supreme and I pass out in the back yard... Rough for a Tuesday night But I will make it... The beginning of the song is ever changing But the end is always the same... I end the dance on my feet....
Rev Buckman http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 08/17/2005 : 15:55:40
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Talked to Gene Pistilli of Cashman, Pistilli and West last night on the phone from Fire Island, NY.... Sunday Will Never Be the Same was his song.... Started the Manhattan Transfer, left when they got big.... Good guy.... Lives in Nashville, said he knew Mick.... Who wouldn't say that? HB
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 08/17/2005 : 18:16:54
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1955 Cleveland
Saw a picture of our apartment in Cleveland from 1955 the other day.... Fifties brownstone, now the Hough, the ghetto, they tell me; well maybe it was then, but I didn't know... We used to watch the rats at night crawling up the back rails in the courtyard between the buildings... Hey, to a four year old it was better than TV....
Whatever that is.......
To see Cleveland in 55 go here: http://members.tripod.com/buckmaniac/id37.htm
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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Robert Knowles
Starting Member
USA
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Posted - 08/18/2005 : 22:17:32
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In a twist which cannot be straightened I hold proud to my bent. Like a nasty old joint -- a cookhouse I make up a fairground. Merrily all about the gantlet in carnival array priceless Carrousels, rouddy young roustabouts and lovely Dancing girls go round. Up front Straight Ready unselfishly mans the griddle. With the friendliest of airs And sporting an original coca-cola hat to one and all He wields his spatula stiring a savory concoction. As the fragrance flows out across the midway And up into the grandstand, he prepares for the rush. Fats, and Rubberhead, sing in the kitchen. To the best of a marvelous show those sorts go and come again.. For around such a place hang the likes, Whipped up so tastefully -- by me so obligingly... Unknown to common, but "just" one old scrappy carnie. |
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booty
Sitter

USA
93 Posts |
Posted - 08/19/2005 : 14:55:41
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From the syntax of principle, a statue not sculptured in stone, Where all else is rhetoric, I have seen for many years how in Rainy weather dark words like simple things drift to the downside. Through "The Shute" aligned between Tucker's Restaurant and Meat House back toward the old Ice Plant and Black Smith Shop they used to go. Carved long before it flows Sinking Creek makes way its incline To the backstreet and brothels. That's the low side of the Northwest corner where the underground Spring runs downunder. Over there a Burger-King stands unique with a colorful legend that Reads a whopper. Once adorned in a paper coca-cola hat, a tobacco chewing young Athlete with only a spatula filled thousands of orders as they Came down and generously flashed the front for one and all in That twofold place those inescapable depression years. A superb Bachelor of Ugliness, no less elected by the class of '33. As the excellence of selfish wisdom shines down to only a few, He proudly held his inherent ground of being and pleasantly taught An abject lot a much needed disposition lesson. Now where the old legend stands is the high side of town square With monkey bars and happy meals, where liberalized in originalities' Light beyond complaint and deceit, those delightful young faces Directed down hill on a one way street, sparkle and shine not Nonetheless, but all the more; for I've yet to see a double negative From my onesame arranged Westwardly position, deprived of that Magnificent Eastern dawning, as they make the circle being weilded no different, up there around the character of that antecedent Epic corner. |
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booty
Sitter

USA
93 Posts |
Posted - 08/19/2005 : 19:41:24
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He awakes every morning on the left wing That one enters from the left side; The side with the heart, Known by its entrants as Kindred Manner. Immobile for countless years impaled On the right wing I said, How are you doing sir? to his askew. Tremulously he put his forefinger to his thumb And with a circle there enclosed Revealed the heraldry of spirit that joins. With a faint smile he moved, The image that has no bounds; No beginnings, no endings, androgynous. There in the confines of his paralyzed being Lay an amorphous form of titillation, An apothesis that sounds the song of life And the beauty of all seasons. The form beyond form in its ascension Where two wings fly to that most singular-- Connecting one to the other-- Mr. Jolly Holly, --We are known by many names.
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booty
Sitter

USA
93 Posts |
Posted - 08/19/2005 : 19:50:13
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Ancient fabled waterbirds Sail on an immemorial wind O'er an unfathomable sea Soaring the tumult with civility Where vituperation exist. An albatrose bears immense Across great distances not Lessened, yet transposed to bliss. So devoted a pelican tears open Its breast to feed its young in Dutiful unselfishness, natural Delight in an unknown vicissitude. Originality lays the essential part of All substance, how a faithful Halcyon at winter's soltice builds Its nest, breeds, and calms the Rough water, that in its generous Sense, could a mockingbird, --Would a turkey think. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2196 Posts |
Posted - 08/21/2005 : 19:09:37
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Blue whales are swimming in San Pedro Channel a few miles off Long Beach. They usually hang out at Santa Barbara. 300,000 pounds each. Up to 100 feet long. They eat 4 tons of krill a day. 1.5 million calories. And still swim 30 miles an hour. Big flukes in slow motion breaking on the horizon. We've been out straddling our boards with our feet dangling over when dolphins appeared. They don't hurry. They're playful. The sun cast their long shadows beneath us on the ocean floor. Sometimes they'd stay all day. Not every year. Not this year which is mostly red tide.
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