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Ailinn
Windchimer
2154 Posts |
 Posted - 04/11/2006 : 18:22:08
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| Doug, thank you for your pictures. I wish you a sweet, memory-filled trip. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2154 Posts |
Posted - 04/11/2006 : 18:49:03
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Hank, here's the original. (I eliminated much conversation about the dog. And whose sitting where at the card table. It's all in a trunk at the foot of the bed. What to save in case of earthquake or fire.)
NIGHTLY VIGIL AT THE CAFE LUPE
It is dark
The Cafe is empty
The kerosene lamp's yellow glow
Throws shadows against the adobe
I turn up the chairs on the tables
Sweep the dirt into a pile by the door
Outside the street is deserted
Except for stony-eyed horses
Shivering with equine fear
How the land falls away from us!
You stand beside me
Looking out from under
Your wide hat dreaming of horses
Your eyes trace the hawks flight above canyons
I lower my eyes against what you know
Your atavistic knowledge
When I look back again
Your eyes have turned to stars
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Edited by - Ailinn on 01/14/2016 13:02:23 |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2818 Posts |
Posted - 04/14/2006 : 19:01:23
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[Where are the stars? I see only holes. A light from behind the sky
makes it's way through... touches the Earth and traces the ground until once again
the midnight sun falls quietly over the edge. You can tell the moon
is full, some crazy Cowboy tried to gun down the wind again this morning.][Mickey Newbury]
I sit in the back of the Cafe, in the dark, where no one can see me...I see it all, I hear it all......The Evil... The Evil ... I can no longer pretend it is not there.... Someday they will pay for who and what they are...They will not ever even know... One moment, here, drinking a whiskey; the next, in Hell...
It will ruin their day... It is the Work of the Lord..... I continue to not feel a sense of guilt....
Rev Buckman
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2818 Posts |
Posted - 04/14/2006 : 19:03:11
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The Carnival Whore told me
That Blue Velvet was her
Favorite song
And that
If I wanted to live past fifteen
I should back slowly out of the tent
And Forget that I ever
Saw what I saw
Easy for her to say...
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2818 Posts |
Posted - 04/14/2006 : 19:04:20
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While we are Gods
We can only watch them struggle...
While we are Gods we cannot help them
In their pain,,,
I wish that we could tell them to stop,
Don't worry
It won't change anything...
Do your best
Love one another
Believe in what you have to....
Until we have faces
We cannot help them...
Someday Yahweh will
Send one to walk among them....
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2818 Posts |
Posted - 04/14/2006 : 19:08:49
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Ailinn, Your original Vigil still inspires everything I do and also the writings of Jason Stone [Illiance]... Wow, do you realize how long you have kept this post going?? Mick would have loved it... You must get the sound files.... I don't want to have to come out there.... H
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2154 Posts |
Posted - 04/16/2006 : 13:34:17
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| Hank, Thank you for your kind words. I hope to be hearing the Trio tomorrow. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2154 Posts |
Posted - 04/16/2006 : 13:44:41
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| On the corner of State and Broadway they blew up the Hotel San Diego (built by John D. Spreckles in 1914). 358 pounds of nitroglycerin-based explosives. 900 holes drilled into 300 support columns. The explosion lasted 20 seconds. A light rain kept the dust down. "Implosion," the Firemen corrected me. The Hotel stood for 92 years. Meanwhile, in new, high-rise condominiums, folks celebrated with "Viewing Parties". Designer Coffees and Mimosas at 7am. "So, Que Paso?..." |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2818 Posts |
Posted - 04/21/2006 : 17:07:45
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What a mouth Carmelita had on her....
She could drop a six foot man at ten paces
with a word if he said something about her
[or me]
that she didn't like....
When I would make a feeble attempt at jealousy
[as I had reason to be with women before her]
she would toss back that beautiful mane and say......
I have been with you for thirteen years without a ring.....
Do you think I stay for the money, Preacher?
We had cheated late in the game and
gambled everything on our love.....
It was the last hand we had to play...
What a mouth Carmelita had on her...
Rev Buckman
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2154 Posts |
Posted - 04/21/2006 : 20:03:15
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STORIES I TELL THE SHERIFF
He rode three days across the high desert
When he arrived he knew everything
He showed me a card trick
And he told me a joke
He told me to stay away from the window
He made me lay down beside him
His sleep was ahead of the posse
His fingerprints disappeared
Before we crossed the Mexican Border
When I took the bullet out of his chest
He didn't flinch or change his expression
The way he let the water
Run over his head for so long
Made me think he had a fever
He has scars that shine in the moonlight
Brighter than the rest of his skin
His eyes are blue and his hair is bluer
But I can't tell you what he looks like
It was dark
Or his hat was pulled low
And his mouth was covered
With a bandana
When I shrug my shoulders
He rides away
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2818 Posts |
Posted - 04/23/2006 : 19:54:02
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The scars on the inside
Shine even in the dark
And make his face look mean
So he hides it...
But he is known to be gentle
with the right one...
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2818 Posts |
Posted - 04/24/2006 : 14:24:43
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My Daddy, I love you
I'll always think of you
All of the days of my life
You made me a strong man
Gave me a good plan
Helped me find a good wife...
My country is callin me
This fight is still part of me
Tho I'd rather be at your side
Out in the clearing
Chasing our deer in
That little thing that you ride...
There was never a minute
That God wasn't in it
Your life makes me so proud
You're a man of the Earth
You don't know what you're worth
You didn't need to shout it out loud
Daddy, I love you
There's no one above you
We've shared so many days
The good times the bad times
The going half mad times
You showed me all the right ways
My country is callin me
This fight is still part of me
Tho I need to be by your side
Out in the clearing
Chasing our deer in
That little thing that you ride
Do me a favor
Stay as my neighbor
We need your kind in these parts
Watching the kids grow
There's so much that you know
Your words are in all of our hearts
My Daddy, I love you
I'll always think of you
All of the days of my life
You made me a strong man
Gave me a good plan
Brought me thru all of the strife....
My country is callin me
This fight is still part of me
Tho I need to be by your side
Out in the clearing
Chasing our deer in
That little thing that you ride...
[For Col. Stephen Beukema- My Cuz on losing his Father - 2004]
Hank Beukema-BarbSong Music-2004
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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Karen Runk
Firefly
USA
4925 Posts |
Posted - 04/24/2006 : 14:40:04
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That's beautiful, Hank, thanks for sharing with us.
Karen Runk |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2818 Posts |
Posted - 04/25/2006 : 13:38:55
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Now, I wancha to know first off, I ain't got no politics...
I just work and feed the family...
And I don't wanna be disrespectful,
but when the man in charge says that this will make us stronger,
I gotta shake my head...
Boss, Have ya been to Southern Miss'ippi in August?
Have ya been two blocks from the casinos in Biloxi....?
Boy, we'se already stronger,
what we need now is more walkin and less talkin...
Thassall I gotta say,
get that mike away from me....
Alfred Buckman, Biloxi
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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Craig
Firefly
Kyrgyzstan
3793 Posts |
Posted - 04/28/2006 : 06:16:56
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Bright day, cool wind from the north.
Shrimp boats laboring, shorebirds follow like kites in tow.
Lightering ships in the channel, headed back to sea, empty.
Derricks in the distance, brown pelicans skimming.
Cormorants on pilings, outstretched wings drying in the sun and wind.
Gulls with their piercing cry, begging for handouts from the ferry.
Porpoises breaking the water, fishing the muddy shallows.
Remains of a broken ship, concrete hull, folly from the past.
Working bay, Galveston Bay.
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2818 Posts |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2818 Posts |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2818 Posts |
Posted - 04/29/2006 : 00:40:27
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Roosevelt [Teddy] said to me:
I'm in charge now and the bars will stay closed
On Sundays and thats just the way it is....
I said that The Boss may have sumthin to say bout that
And Teddy said
Bring it on, You Mick bastard....
He walked the beat all nite long wih the coppers and he shut us down evry Sunday for a month....
The sanctimonious bastid....
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2154 Posts |
Posted - 04/29/2006 : 17:24:33
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| There be no turnkey deal in ancient Innisfail. No freedom mornings for the broken Tribes. Feud or Friction. And, lo, David's Harp is heard at Lia Fail. Stone of Destiny. When the moon climbs Tara's Hill, the one under the Crown of Mystery closes his eyes. His mouth, full of The Holy Covenant. For centuries he dreams The Ark circling the wide Earth. |
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Grania
Rocker
110 Posts |
Posted - 04/29/2006 : 19:26:48
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| Tell the tale, Reverend. |
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The Nightly Vigil