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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
 Posted - 05/15/2006 : 18:34:46
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I smelled the vanilla
Before I felt her touch...
She had come to me in
The darkened room
While I lay alone thinking
Of a new poem...
As Carmelita silently settled
On top of me, she said
Feels like home, eh, Preacher?
Another poem lost forever to a woman...
Rev Buckman
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2197 Posts |
Posted - 05/15/2006 : 19:23:31
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...he said, You cannot fly now. You are free.
~Mickey Newbury~ |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2197 Posts |
Posted - 05/15/2006 : 19:29:24
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| ...then one day he rose from the table and went to stand in the kitchen door. The fields spread before him. An open hand. Four curved fingers of right-staked tomatoes. And to the left, the jutting, crooked thumb. His imprint on the land. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2197 Posts |
Posted - 05/15/2006 : 19:32:41
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| Conflagrant stars. Lights in the nighttime sky. Adam stands...and winces. Reaches for the tender place. The space where his rib used to be. Fates final destination. |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 05/16/2006 : 18:26:52
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As soon as I came home tonite
I knew I was alone...
The horse was gone...
Carmelita had left nothing
But the vanilla scent and a note...
Preacher, we have gone to find
Where you hid the moon,
Don't wait up...
Pity, I so loved watching her leave...
Rev Buckman
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 05/17/2006 : 17:04:57
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Leaving Backwards
Carmelita has left me so much
You would think I would get used to it...
All I have left of her this time
Is the stain of her cup on the table...
It's getting to the point that when
I see her standing in my door
I think that she is leaving me
Walking backwards...
If you were me it would make sense...
REV BUCKMAN
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 05/17/2006 : 20:31:31
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I have let it all fall away tonite...
I have kicked away the table
Once again and
Let the cards fall where they may...
If you want me,
Either of you....
Come back....
Or YOU figure out how to live
Without ME....
Rev Buckman
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2197 Posts |
Posted - 05/19/2006 : 20:44:59
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| It's late May and their watching Christmas movies at the Estrella de Mayo Hotel. The concierge's teeth are floating in a wine glass on the black granite counter. Slow Lava Lights at both ends. The calendar behind the registration desk reads 1981. There's peeling, white wicker rockers on the balconies. Lit-up ships cruising by. Waiters in shiny tuxedos and frayed cerise cummerbunds. An aquamarine pool. Voices floating up from under striped awnings. A runway taking the slow and fast planes in. Call 1-(800)Si Hotel. |
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Joey L.
Swinger
USA
1383 Posts |
Posted - 05/19/2006 : 22:09:36
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Do I hear waifers of "Hotel Baja California" playing across la playa?
Oh la, de mission bells......
The Future's Not ... |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 05/20/2006 : 08:07:32
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This Morning
Just after dawn
I hear the horse out front...
Back, but troubled...
There's a note on the saddle
Preacher, it says,
I will be back
There's some more things I need to learn
And there's a whole lot more you
Need to learn...
OK, so for the game today
I'm batting .500,,,
I can live with that...
Rec Buckman
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2197 Posts |
Posted - 05/26/2006 : 21:27:55
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| The man lays his heart on the table. The woman puts the peppermill down. Light slips from the sideboard every evening just as supper is served. He pauses in the middle of his story. Lights the nightly candle. The trees step forward. Lean against the windows and listen. A curved story walking out of his hands. A circle. A votive flickering in his soot-smudged palm. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2197 Posts |
Posted - 05/28/2006 : 20:36:54
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| Two sides to every border story. I hold on to you. Still listening with my heart. |
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Craig
Firefly
Kyrgyzstan
3793 Posts |
Posted - 05/29/2006 : 05:08:50
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Cold, clear night, shooting stars provide their last wish.
Twenty five miles from Del Rio, the day has settled down for the starlit night.
The campfire is kept company by casadores, hard drink, and guitars.
Eagles and Yellow Ledbetter in the air.
Just past the edge of the light, visitors pass through, unnoticed.
Some on four legs, others on two.
Looking for something to eat and drink as they make their way
to destinations unknown.
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2197 Posts |
Posted - 05/30/2006 : 19:19:17
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| Happy to see your writings again, Craig. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2197 Posts |
Posted - 06/04/2006 : 20:56:33
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| "...and the skies are not cloudy all day." |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2197 Posts |
Posted - 06/05/2006 : 22:09:27
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| Here he comes. Riding Rocinante. From a hole in the clouds he commands, "Fly now!" The sun blinks. The fog fractures. The beach goes back to the birds. Gulls and terns and pipers. The turquoise sky suddenly fills with wings. |
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Craig
Firefly
Kyrgyzstan
3793 Posts |
Posted - 06/07/2006 : 18:40:03
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quote:
Originally posted by Ailinn
Here he comes. Riding Rocinante. From a hole in the clouds he commands, "Fly now!" The sun blinks. The fog fractures. The beach goes back to the birds. Gulls and terns and pipers. The turquoise sky suddenly fills with wings.
Sorry to interrupt but that was just unbelievable...really.
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2197 Posts |
Posted - 06/08/2006 : 19:34:55
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| Thank you, Craig. I love your pictures/stories/shadows. The haunted ones especially. And your Tennyson post. "...someday when we all sit down at the big table, hahaha," he says. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2197 Posts |
Posted - 06/08/2006 : 19:37:31
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| PS We had to cross the 74 to get home tonight. A road with a long story. Bumper stickers ~I SURVIVED THE ORTEGA~ |
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The Nightly Vigil