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buckman
Firefly

USA
2818 Posts

Posted - 08/13/2005 :  09:27:03  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I look at a picture of Jesse
From the month before he died, 1992...
Black acoustic guitar on his lap
Mild irritation at the camera
On his face...
Eighteen, long blond hair and the looks
Of his mother...
My temperament and my disabilities
Were what I gave...

Oh, the days throwing the football and
The nights at Yankee Stadium...
God, give me pictures of that to have and remember...

When they are five
You can help them cross the road...
By eighteen they have to do it
On their own...

Walk on, young man, walk on...

Daddy


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Judy W.
Windchimer

1957 Posts

Posted - 08/13/2005 :  09:30:12  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Hank my love, please email me I have lost your address......so sad

Loving you,
Judy C.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2818 Posts

Posted - 08/13/2005 :  09:47:58  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
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


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buckman
Firefly

USA
2818 Posts

Posted - 08/13/2005 :  10:24:42  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
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


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buckman
Firefly

USA
2818 Posts

Posted - 08/13/2005 :  11:00:25  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
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....


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buckman
Firefly

USA
2818 Posts

Posted - 08/13/2005 :  11:50:06  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
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


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Karen Runk
Firefly

USA
4925 Posts

Posted - 08/13/2005 :  17:44:58  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send Karen Runk an AOL message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
And again...."Ships are in the harbor sittin' on the sunset, Sittin' on the sunset like a water color picture"

Mickey Newbury

Karen Runk
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2154 Posts

Posted - 08/13/2005 :  20:18:51  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
...footprints in the sand filling with moonlit water...
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2154 Posts

Posted - 08/13/2005 :  20:20:13  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"...and a ruby at the top of the mast..."

~Mickey Newbury~
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2154 Posts

Posted - 08/13/2005 :  20:23:55  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
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  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send Karen Runk an AOL message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Heh heh!!!!

Karen Runk
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booty
Sitter

USA
93 Posts

Posted - 08/15/2005 :  11:00:24  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
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
2818 Posts

Posted - 08/15/2005 :  14:15:18  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Very nice, Robert.... HB [by the way, Rev Buckman is a little crusty on the weekends.... I am the Nice one.... Hank]

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booty
Sitter

USA
93 Posts

Posted - 08/16/2005 :  13:39:20  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
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
2818 Posts

Posted - 08/16/2005 :  18:31:46  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
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

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Edited by - buckman on 08/16/2005 18:32:15
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2818 Posts

Posted - 08/17/2005 :  15:55:40  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
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

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Edited by - buckman on 08/17/2005 15:57:01
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2818 Posts

Posted - 08/17/2005 :  18:16:54  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
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

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Edited by - buckman on 08/17/2005 19:54:39
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Robert Knowles
Starting Member

USA
1 Posts

Posted - 08/18/2005 :  22:17:32  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
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  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
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  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
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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