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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 07/07/2006 : 18:19:02
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I waned poetic as The moon waxed...
Renegade wisdom lost in the sauce Of underachievement...
Wanting to dance naked in the back yard...
Luckily at that moment The record skipped and I Attended to it and settled down...
The neighbors must have been praying again...
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 07/07/2006 : 18:23:41
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I still don't know what I want to be When I grow up... But, at least I have had some Experience in the Things I Don't Want to be...
Batting .500 halfway thru...
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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Grania
Rocker
 
110 Posts |
Posted - 07/07/2006 : 21:52:01
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Blessings to you, Reverend. I see your July dance card is full. August, then, perhaps. A waltz. |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 07/08/2006 : 20:33:45
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Small flashes of life interspersed between long periods of just breathing make up our days... As time goes on, as we grow older and older, the flashes move together in our memories like one long tapestry, all as one piece... We learn, we prepare, we nourish ourselves for and from these flashes...
Everything else is just breathing...
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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booty
Sitter

USA
93 Posts |
Posted - 07/11/2006 : 14:32:44
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UNTHOUGHTFUL
on the plane of responsiveness to a few i am of oblivion
and long estranged from them I have been
so unmindful I conceive not a beautiful creation
choosing to think it not, only to be forgotten
yet would it be i that creates aimless disillusionment
leaving the lovely of creation an abandonment of sort
lest consciousness be the endeavor of my advent
and acquaint the humanities with eternities work
of liberal art.
~ boots ~
Robert Knowles |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 07/13/2006 : 18:27:01
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O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed. Hold them cheap may who ne'er hung there. I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day. And I have asked to be Where no storms come...
Gerard Manley Hopkins |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 07/14/2006 : 19:00:32
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Someone to hold you too close Someone to hurt you too deep Someone to sit in your chair And ruin your sleep And make you aware of being alive
Someone to need you too much Someone to know you too well Someone to pull you up short And put you through hell And give you support for being alive-being alive Make me alive, make me confused Mock me with praise, let me be used Vary my days, but alone is alone, not alive!
Somebody hold me too close Somebody force me to care Somebody make me come through Ill always be there As frightened as you of being alive, Being alive, being alive!
Someone you have to let in Someone whose feelings you spare Someone who, like it or not Will want you to share a little, a lot of being alive Make me alive, make me confused Mock me with praise, let me be used Vary my days, but alone is alone, not alive!
Somebody crowd me with love Somebody force me to care Somebody make me come through Ill always be there As frightened as you to help us survive, Being alive, being alive, being alive, being alive
From "Company"
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2197 Posts |
Posted - 07/14/2006 : 21:19:07
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There's a blue band beyond their window. Foggy and indistinct. He says it's the ocean. A life lived and saved. A picture taken. An unknown door opening there. Some nights she climbs the widow's walk. Sets her lantern on the landing. Before she reaches the top-most stair. There in the dark she searches for his lost ship on the horizon. "A ghost ship," he tells her, nodding, "...yes...rocking like a cradle." |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 07/15/2006 : 21:15:28
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Too much known. An abyss beyond all reckoning. Words thrown away in haste, Too many to conjure any salvation now. Nights bathed in sweat With no dawn ever to come...
Hell hath no fury for me..
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 07/17/2006 : 16:45:21
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Too much beauty...
The first time I looked at her I had to look away...
I thought of Dixieland and Then I laughed...
Rebel spirit in evrything She did...
I thought I could tame her But she thought the same about me...
We were both wrong...
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2197 Posts |
Posted - 07/17/2006 : 19:29:52
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In the beginning, there was dark with astonishing stars. "Flame... Not sparkle," he told her. He was redesigning History at the kitchen table. Pivoting in his gravity-defying chair. Equal parts mischief and art. His mystery, absolute. How she loved his lack of despair. His grace-giving gaze of salvation. How he laughed out loud with his head thrown back when pieces of the sky fell down around them. Comet tails pinwheeling into the sea. Windmills out of control. None of this disturbed him. He rubbed the stubble on his chin and nodded in rapt attention. Night came with his knuckles rapping lightly on the door, and a new sun was born every morning. |
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booty
Sitter

USA
93 Posts |
Posted - 07/18/2006 : 13:49:42
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casualty
alcohol crazed to numb the brain his heart screamed out for relief - only to hurt more. mangled and torn from the wreckage he cried out help me - help me please as the lights flashed outside his darkened room. from the twisted daze of his excruciating mind he could hear cars begin to move carrying lively uninjured people to their regular work. with no sleep, reeking with remorse he must get up and face the happy world as if he were normal but will he survive? God, why did she leave him?
~ boots ~
Robert Knowles |
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booty
Sitter

USA
93 Posts |
Posted - 07/18/2006 : 15:14:33
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adventure
they come to me and draw nigh longing that i should with them stay. although it maybe the first for them but not i that which they long I belay.
indiscriminately i let them on to me while on that uncertain they wind thereof but indeed so loosely some will fall to hurt aghast from my nymphomaniacal love.
~ boots ~
Robert Knowles |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 07/18/2006 : 17:27:11
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[In the beginning was...]
I have come to the river to pray.... It should have been raining.... I felt the sun on my face as I left the woods, and the horse and I rode over the crest of the hill and saw the river again for the first time.... My River... Our River.... Where it had all started... Being here now without her would be like all the years I spent before her, seeking my peace and comfort in the river, except that now I would be missing a piece of my soul.... The town that we had gone to was behind me now; the gamblers, the ramblers..... the dead.... I would seek to find my faith again, here where I had found it in the first place, here where I was raised half a century ago before the world had turned upside down.... I have come to the river to make my confession, to seek my salvation, to see if there is any future here for one such as I, Left without a heart, but still full of seeking, still full of purpose, still full of the belief that I am powerless without the help of a power outside and above myself....
Rev B
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 07/18/2006 : 18:18:09
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Family pictures. Watching the whales off Race Point, 1975. Sun setting on everything holy. Knowing now you had seventeen years with them what would you do different?
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 07/19/2006 : 19:02:31
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Everlasting sunsets. White sand forever. Twentyfour hours of rain in a tin cabin and still my boy and I were friends. We taped the rain and in the middle was a fart...... and then we giggled.... You can't make this up...
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2197 Posts |
Posted - 07/19/2006 : 19:25:32
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"Love, come to Durrow. 'Tis warm on the other side of this sea. A grand land in the country where the sky overhead is God's own road to Destiny," he said. Then he showed her where the boat was hidden. |
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Craig
Firefly
    
Kyrgyzstan
3793 Posts |
Posted - 07/20/2006 : 02:21:08
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Blood on the track tonight... Scraped skin, bruised egos.
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Karen Runk
Firefly
    
USA
4925 Posts |
Posted - 07/20/2006 : 12:13:27
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Craig, you gotta run with the old guys......stop acting like you feel good or something. LOL
Just kidding.....you look great......and you should bike with the kids. Sorry about the bruises and blood. 
P.S. Our son, John, surving a truck wreck, was planning on climbing a couple mountains soon.....ooops....I guess that won't happen. 
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Craig
Firefly
    
Kyrgyzstan
3793 Posts |
Posted - 07/20/2006 : 18:14:31
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Not me this time, Karen.
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