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buckman
Firefly
USA
2819 Posts |
 Posted - 07/07/2006 : 14:43:53
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I am laying in my back yard
High as a kite on a
Sunday afternoon...
Between the green and
The blue I feel like
The meat in an
Earth sky sandwich...
Befuddled comments
From my past lives swirl
Entertaining squirrels,
Filling the air with electricity;
A curse from Carmelita
A moan from Martina...
I yell
MORE
MORE
MORE
I lay back and
Wait for an answer...
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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Doug L
Firefly
Canada
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booty
Sitter
USA
93 Posts |
Posted - 07/07/2006 : 18:03:11
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went to a little coffee shop here in Lebanon the other night and a lady suggested the 10 of us there to name a word and then each one write a poem in 15 minutes using those 10 words.
the words were; cool, boy, day, carte, flight, swift, bird, death, song, and free......here's what i wrote...kinda befuddled.
As a bird swifty moves in its flight
And fills the day with song
Carte blanche
How cool I thought as a young boy
Its sings so free
And nev'r sounds -- the tune of death.
boots
Robert Knowles |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2819 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
2819 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
2819 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
2819 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...
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2819 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
2155 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
2819 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
2819 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
2155 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 ~
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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
2819 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
2819 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
2819 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
2155 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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The Nightly Vigil