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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.
visit http://www.betterdaysradio.blogspot.com |
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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>>>>>>>>>>>
AD |
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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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