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buckman
Firefly

USA
2705 Posts

Posted - 09/06/2005 :  16:47:05  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The delicate scent of her
Remained in my mind long after
She left me...
Tonight I whispered her name
To the moon and
She winked at me...
Oh, Barbie, thank you,
I thought you had forgotten me...


Spankie
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1895 Posts

Posted - 09/06/2005 :  20:02:24  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
September's empty beach. Two figures from a Dali painting. Dripping seaweed. Their shadows each 40 feet tall. They lay down together. Close to the ocean. Sandpipers on stilts skating by in the shallows. Seagulls and thumb-size dragons. Puffing lizards for company. Trumpet vine spilling over sandstone cliffs. Sunset. A flame spreading red on the water. Four counties long. Mexico to Malibu.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2705 Posts

Posted - 09/06/2005 :  21:34:50  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The caves near the Little Sur River were home... The Oakland Angels brought me food sometimes and wine that was laced with everything Leary had ever dreamt of... They taught me how to hang over the water from the rocks and pry off the abalone that we could cook and then sell the shells in Carmel for ashtrays.... The cold wind that came from Japan made me call the collies to sleep with me... I learned that the bikers called a really cold night a three dog night...

Rev Buckman

http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1895 Posts

Posted - 09/06/2005 :  23:03:02  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Now the bikers all sleep in Julian. And they don't wait 'til weekends for Miller time. And the streets are so steep they have stairs built into the sidewalks.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2705 Posts

Posted - 09/07/2005 :  04:50:48  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Elvin Preacher was the group's chaplain...
One bright night I swear I saw him on his knees,
silhouetted in the light,
howling at the moon...
I did a little howling myself that night,
after I jumped off a little crag and landed
in some driftwood...
It wasn't as soft as the beach i had planned
to land on and I cut my foot pretty bad...
I sort of remember being in the rain in Salinas
looking for medical help but I never got it...
Homeless gypsies were no more popular in 1970
than any other time in history...
I spent that night on a park bench in front of a Sambo's...
Elvin, if you're still on the planet,
thanks for the prayers...

Rev Buckman


http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/

Edited by - buckman on 09/07/2005 04:57:57
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1895 Posts

Posted - 09/08/2005 :  19:55:21  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The melancholy colors of September. Gold on the windows before the sun sets. Did you know butterflies need to warm up their wings before flying? And starfish are blind?
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1895 Posts

Posted - 09/08/2005 :  20:02:39  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
His transparent arrival. When he speaks to her he changes her name. Every night. Every morning. She forgets who she is. She is his. The names he gives her. "Be careful who you tell your secrets to," he says.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2705 Posts

Posted - 09/09/2005 :  21:47:44  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
They've told me that this will be our last night together in this life... They are taking you away from me tomorrow... I want to tell you how much know ing you and loving you and learning from you has meant to me... I want to tell you how sorry I am for all the things that i promised that never happened... I want to tell you how sorry I am for the times when i was drunk or mean to you... I want to thank you for introducing me to Mickey on the phone that time... I want mostly to tell you that you are the most beautiful woman that I have or will ever know and that I am so so proud to have been your man your lover your friend.... Goodnight, Barbie


Hank


http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2705 Posts

Posted - 09/09/2005 :  22:19:54  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I came to you for help
And you spoke of mercy
I came to you for life
And you spoke of hope
I came to you for food
And you spoke of plenty...

When will you stop speaking
And start doing....?

Molly
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2705 Posts

Posted - 09/09/2005 :  22:25:44  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I love when you look me in the eye and say you love me....
I love when you tell me that Kris has nothin on me...
I love when you sing all of the verses to
Amazing Grace and then can still
forget to take your pills...
I love to hear you laugh...
I so love being alive and
Living with you...

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buckman
Firefly

USA
2705 Posts

Posted - 09/09/2005 :  22:42:51  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
In the heart of the night
In the cool southern rain
There's a full moon in sight
Shining down on the Pontchartrain

And the river she rises
Like she used to do
She's so full of surprises
She reminds me of you
In the heart of the night

There's a nightbird singing
Right on through till the dawn
And the streets are still ringing
With people carrying on

It's been so long waiting
Just to be here again
Anticipating
All the time I could spend
In the heart of the night down in New Orleans
In the heart of the night down in New Orleans

And I trust in your love never falling down
And I trust in your love
Just like I do in this town never falling down

And I'm so glad to be back in New Orleans
Please don't wake me, don't shake me,
If this is only just a dream
It's the only place I can face that feels so right
Below that Dixie moon and loving you
In the Heart of the Night

Poco
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1895 Posts

Posted - 09/10/2005 :  19:45:03  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Sometimes a sorrow we cannot conquer. The sky comes apart. Rain behind our eyes. Even though the sun is shining. That's when we put our palms together and pray.
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aussiedave
Swinger

Australia
508 Posts

Posted - 09/11/2005 :  04:53:08  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send aussiedave a Yahoo! Message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
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

1895 Posts

Posted - 09/11/2005 :  17:46:56  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Unreliable twilight. Fate in the tamarisk grove. His eyes closed. Closed always. Perhaps praying. Where fate waits. "How much longer?" he says. When he talked about writing. "Imagination. Memory and dreams. Nothing stronger, Ro. Shadows and nostalgia. A melancholy edge to this gift." The core of him so narrowly private. Emotion and pathos so pure. He's universal. A true parallax view.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1895 Posts

Posted - 09/11/2005 :  17:50:08  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Listen. You can sleep later. Until you help,
Sleep will never visit you anyway
If you're still the person you used to be
And understand how much you're needed,
How a sign from you can set me free.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1895 Posts

Posted - 09/11/2005 :  17:51:20  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The above is by Carl Dennis.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1895 Posts

Posted - 09/11/2005 :  17:53:33  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"...Your starry voice all shadow now
and the earth dark again..."

Louise Gluck
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1895 Posts

Posted - 09/11/2005 :  17:56:24  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
...yes. Pull the plug. Unfasten this clock, September...
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2705 Posts

Posted - 09/12/2005 :  14:22:03  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
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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Ailinn
Windchimer

1895 Posts

Posted - 09/12/2005 :  20:26:16  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Candles

If on your grandmother's birthday you burn a candle
To honor her memory, you might think of burning an extra
To honor the memory of someone who never met her,
A man who may have come to the town she lived in
Looking for work but couldn't find it.
Picture him taking a stroll one morning,
After a wasted month with the want ads,
To refresh himself in the park before moving on.
Suppose he notices on the gravel path the shards
Of a green glass bottle that your grandmother,
Then still a girl, will be destined to step on
When she wanders barefoot away from her school picnic
If he doesn't stoop down and scoop the mess up
With the want-ad section and carry it to a trash can.

For you to burn a candle for him
You needn't suppose the cut would be a deep one,
Just deep enough to keep her at home
The night of the hayride when she meets Helen,
Who is soon to become her dearest friend;
Whose brother George, thirty years later,
Helps your grandfather with a loan so his shoe store
Doesn't go under in the Great Depression
And his son, your father, is able to stay in school
Where his love of learning is fanned into flames,
A love he labors, later, to kindle in you.

How grateful you are for your father's efforts
Is shown by the candles you've burned for him.
But today, for a change, why not a candle
For the man whose name is unknown to you?
Take a moment to wonder whether he died at home
With friends and family or alone on the road,
With no one to sit at his bedside
And hold his hand, the very hand
It's time for you to imagine holding.

Carl Dennis
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