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aussiedave
Swinger
  
Australia
509 Posts |
Posted - 09/11/2005 : 04:53:08
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Amen........
My wife ain't talkin' to me at the moment........not since I went out and got myself a tattoo. I talked to her about it,before I went and got it done of course. a man ain't completely 'stoopid'.
well to tell you the truth,it was my second tattoo. I got the first one,twelve months ago, so it wasn't like a complete surprise for the little lady. we are comin' up to 29 years married this December, so I hope she kinda knows me a little by now.
" A tattoo" she said "how old are you" she said
I said, "old enough to know better" she just gave me one of those looks she turned to walk away. I said "I've ordered the Harley Davidson and it will be delivered here next week"
well that went over like the proverbial lead balloon.
oh yeah the tattoo......it reads 'Mickey Newbury-Heaven Help the Child' on the inside of my left arm.
Am I the only guy that has Mickey tattooed on his arm........or am i the first one to start something.
AD
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2196 Posts |
Posted - 09/11/2005 : 17:53:33
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"...Your starry voice all shadow now and the earth dark again..."
Louise Gluck |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2196 Posts |
Posted - 09/11/2005 : 17:56:24
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...yes. Pull the plug. Unfasten this clock, September... |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 09/12/2005 : 14:22:03
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AD, you're the only one between US two with a Mickey tatoo.... In fact, I have none for no apparent reason other than laziness.... Barbie, very early on, had a little bear with a honeypot in his lap that said HANK tatooed on her shoulder... Quite an optimist, my lady was; but she turned out to be right.... I hung around til she went... Turns out Hank was the right name for her body forever.... HB |
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Doug L
Firefly
    
Canada
5446 Posts |
Posted - 09/14/2005 : 21:11:19
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The Carl Dennis poem woke the old man who sleeps at the bottom of the lake, Ailinn. I pause to admire your kindness in lighting a candle for all of us every night, here.
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 09/15/2005 : 15:06:28
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There's a candle in the Upstairs window again tonight My Love...
I don't know where you are or If you can see it, but It's for me as much as you... I have a hole in my heart in the Shape of you and nothing Seems to fill it... I know that I should get along And try to live my life But excuse me for little while, World, While I learn to live without The better half of me...
Some nights I dance alone In the living room where We danced our August Waltz When you could still Dance... And I look at where you Would lay while I would read You Spenser and Elmore And Raymond Chandler When you could still Listen... And I imagine you dancing And listening and holding me And loving me When you could still Love me...
There's a candle in the Upstairs window again tonight My Love... HB-2003
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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booty
Sitter

USA
93 Posts |
Posted - 09/15/2005 : 21:25:18
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Frank had no prospect--no sweet befell From the soul of wisdom to fare the well. He gave nothing from selfishness, let lewd dispose Unable to see, a man beareth that grows.
A tycoon becoming rank resigned from that could, Be the truth of uncertainty in all likelihood. He took no adventure to create the loveliest art, Revealing that which bestows the lasting part.
No Comradery with the best to bring together And tune the world, birds-of-a-feather. He never painted a pretty picture with a dash of glitter, Nor found the imerishable to be, a small endeavor.
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2196 Posts |
Posted - 09/17/2005 : 19:23:43
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Just back from mountain music. Julian Bluegrass Festival. The oldest in California. A Fall tradition. All day apple pie and cider. Banjo pickers and fiddles playin'. Coming home, sunset through the pines. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2196 Posts |
Posted - 09/18/2005 : 18:47:23
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He rides three nights across the high desert When he arrives he knows everything He shows her a card trick He tells her a joke He tells her to stay away from the window When she takes the bullet out of his chest He doesn't flinch Or change his expression When he makes her lay down beside him Their sleep flys ahead of the posse |
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Doug L
Firefly
    
Canada
5446 Posts |
Posted - 09/20/2005 : 18:02:48
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TO ALL MY FRIENDS IN FAR-FLUNG PLACES
To all my friends in far-flung places When again I'll see your faces No one knows, no one can say And none can name the happy day When we embrace to greet once more To take up where we were before The miles and time that come between The different lives that intervene Like shadows in a dream Now I'm with you
And all of you who took me in Who shared the thick and stretched the thin Who gave me comfort on the run Who saved my life, who made it fun Wherever you may be tonight I hope this finds your burdens light Your purpose high, your spirit strong Oh, I hope that you have got along My song was lost and gone If not for you
In strangers' shapes I seem to trace The lines of old familiar faces I left my heart so many places I scarcely know which way is home And parting is my constant sorrow Here today and gone tomorrow I'd like to wake up in some town And find that you were all around me And all of us were settled down And I'd come home
To all my friends in far-flung places May I stay in your good graces Hold me in your memory And when you do not hear from me Don't think that out of sight is out of mind
For though our lives may lead apart Still you are always in my heart The love we share is all I know And gives me grace to go on now The love we share is all I know Gives me grace to go on down the road That leads me on to meet My fate, to taste the bittersweet Of welcome always waiting for me Somewhere, always Somewhere down the line
Jane Voss
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2196 Posts |
Posted - 09/20/2005 : 18:26:58
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They live in the city of Frankincenseco. An insistant sea beside their door. Their view of water. A thousand steep hills. A bridge like a bracelet of filigreed gold. "Cold tonight," she shivers. Her teeth chatter. Her long needles pause over sky-blue wool. She's knitting Eternity. He sighs and smiles and nods his pleasure. His breath leaves little pillows on the frosty air. Outside, street lamps hang suspended in halos of fog. Inside, a salty wind lifts lace from the sills. A spatter of rain hits the window when he raises his eyes. Then the candles flicker. The kettle whistles. The kitchen fills with steam. |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2196 Posts |
Posted - 09/24/2005 : 17:36:21
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They live in a gingerbread house under clouds. On a hill at the top of the mountain. Fretted and scalloped. Hearts and flowers cut out of the shutters. A crooked street with a Fortune Teller's cottage at the end. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2196 Posts |
Posted - 09/24/2005 : 17:46:49
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The Fortune Teller doesn't trust electricity. Only candles. And a crystal ball. Soot on her ceilings and walls. Mists swirling in the opalescent globe on the lace-draped table top. Plump, tasty birds. Rosemary and sage-stuffed. Perpetually turning on an arrow-tipped spit. Pyramids of dusty potatoes warming in a corner of the open hearth. A strange, fragrant tea brewing for the few roomers upstairs. Forgotten in tiny rooms. With their high beds that need ladders to climb up into. Pinocchio with his pegged, pine legs. His rosy-red cheeks and green-tipped nose still growing. Barefoot and blistered Cinderella. Her pockets spilling BAND-AIDS. Height-shy Rapunzel, braiding her long synthetic wig. Oh, sure, you know them all. And they get by. In The Fortune Teller's house. Without electricity. Without telephones. Without the daily news or the US Mail. Just those cooing, homing pigeons. And shivering berry-size bells. And that little, blue-trimmed tin drum. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2196 Posts |
Posted - 09/26/2005 : 22:02:04
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Now the sea is stretched tight to the sky. The wind is more salt than sugar. Behind niched walls in ambered light you watch the fire changing. Oh, raise your hand. Move your finger. Blink your eye. |
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aussiedave
Swinger
  
Australia
509 Posts |
Posted - 09/28/2005 : 05:19:03
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goodnight sweet prince..........good-night>>>>>>>>>>>
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2196 Posts |
Posted - 09/28/2005 : 19:10:01
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"...not a day passes by I don't find myself thinking of you..."
Not an hour. |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 09/30/2005 : 20:03:59
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Cold December brings me Brings me nuthin but the blues Cold December brings me Brings me nuthin but the blues Had a horse in evry race Evry one he up and lose...
When she first left me Thought I'd make it on my own When she first left me Thought I'd make it on my own Now two years gone I wake up See the empty bed and moan
Got the feelin you don't like me Said to God the other day Got the feelin you don't like me Said to God the other day He say nothin, like always There must be a better way
Cold December brings me Brings me nuthin but the blues Cold December brings me Brings me nuthin but the blues Had a horse in evry race Evry one he up and lose...
River she's risin tonight Risin' higher than the roof River she's risin tonight Risin higher than the roof She don't stop soon Gonna hafta face the truth
Baby left me Just when we got good Baby left me Just when we got good Gone so far She even left the neighborhood
Cold December brings me Brings me nuthin but the blues Cold December brings me Brings me nuthin but the blues Had a horse in evry race Evry one he up and lose...
Rev Buckman BarbSong Music 2005
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 09/30/2005 : 20:07:49
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Goodnight,Sweet Prince..... [When I first said that on the blue board I felt a little funny, like It was just a little too much.... Then he told me bc He loved it and it caught hold a little... Thanks AD for reminding me....] HB |
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Karen Runk
Firefly
    
USA
4925 Posts |
Posted - 10/01/2005 : 09:45:37
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First the red, then the green. Two trees, bought at the same time, one getting sick in the middle of summer and her leaves turning brilliant red. Now, the other one....she is sick, almost completely red, too. Autumn is hurriedly shedding the leaves on all the trees, but these two look like they may not come back next year. Looking across the street, I hurt for those two red maples. They lean toward each other, shedding their leaves, waiting for "that day".....
The one in my front yard is still green. It is also a red maple, but it is slowly turning its color, like a good little tree. The squirrels are so busy right now, storing up for the long winter. Climatologists are predicting that we are going to have a harsh winter. Maybe snow, ice storms, high winds, etc. Oregon weather!
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