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Craig
Firefly
Kyrgyzstan
3793 Posts |
 Posted - 10/29/2006 : 19:41:10
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"Do you think about me, every now and then. Do I ever cross your mind... "
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2818 Posts |
Posted - 10/30/2006 : 20:07:27
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Rebecca said to me
You know it's not that big a leap
To think we might grow old together...
I said, it's beginning to feel more like
We might grow young together...
After I knew she was asleep
I sang Way Over Yonder in a Minor Key
Into her silent ear...
Rev Buckman
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2818 Posts |
Posted - 10/30/2006 : 20:09:28
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Rebecca asked me if I would tell her
What I could never tell Carmelita or my horse...
I told her that
Truth be told, I had forgotten where I hid the moon...
I said, I was hoping you could help me with that...
Rev Buckman
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2818 Posts |
Posted - 11/03/2006 : 20:41:03
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Tonite I faced him in the street
I told him that despite the full moon
He would never be as crazy or as strong as me
Thats when I shot him thru the heart...
Rebecca and I went upstairs like nothing else had happened
Just another little bump in the nite...
Rev Buckman
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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Joey L.
Swinger
USA
1383 Posts |
Posted - 11/03/2006 : 21:29:44
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Hank,
Is there ANY chance to get you to next year's Gathering : G7???????
We would ALL love to meet you.
A fan,
Joey L.
The Future's Not ... |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2818 Posts |
Posted - 11/04/2006 : 12:17:19
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She climbs on my horse and heads south
On the full moon nite...
Not to leave me like the others
But to gather her things to come back to me...
Step carefully, Moonbeam...
You carry my hopes and dreams in your saddle...
Rev Buckman
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2818 Posts |
Posted - 11/04/2006 : 13:54:41
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Carmelita's got a gun..
She heard that Janey had one and wanted one for herself...
Apparently she is not happy with
Losing both Rev Buckman and Moonbeam
And is taking the matter into her own hands...
I wish her luck...
May her aim be straight the first time...
Rev Buckman
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2154 Posts |
Posted - 11/04/2006 : 17:11:35
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| Under the curved bridge and out to the open sea the tall ship sails with its Captain. The scullery maid's dark loom lists to port. Forbidden on board. A stowaway in the cabin. "...aye, a rough crossing," he says when she shows up seasick. He slips his steady palm under her elbow. A thousand miles of trees spring between them. Conical. Swirling green. The tops of the tall masts fly high into the cloud-shrouded sky. Some Heaven slides by. Some sunny days. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2154 Posts |
Posted - 11/04/2006 : 17:16:48
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| Little house in the Cove. Pine cupboards set catter-cornered. Salt settling on the finials of their old iron bed. Curlicue patterened. His cap and uniform coat folded neatly on the window seat where he watches the tall ships arrival. Pirates and Sailors. Renegade Saints. Love's homeless refugees. |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2818 Posts |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2154 Posts |
Posted - 11/04/2006 : 17:30:46
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| Crushed stars undiluted on the floor. The path he walked across well lit now. Despite November's unreliable light. There was a man who laid his heart on the table. The moon in the attic knew him. And the salty stars climbing the stairs. He changed her name every midnight. His storm-smudged eyes. The fog horn's hoarse determination. He kept track of what was above and below them. "Be careful who you tell your secrets to," he whispered. She forgot who she was in the morning. |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2818 Posts |
Posted - 11/05/2006 : 17:55:19
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She sends me love songs from the south...
Taste of forever on her lips
Smell of comfort on her body
Look of me in her eyes...
When two people fit together like this
It would be a shame to let it pass by...
I believe we will make a run at forever
A day at a time...
Forever can't start soon enough for me...
Hank Beukema
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2818 Posts |
Posted - 11/06/2006 : 16:37:32
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I had been seperated from
the healing woman since I
opened my eyes and
felt something stir in me
that I would not let myself admit...
As I left the river
and rode up thru the pines,
I allowed my heart to feel again...
To want, to need, to desire...
To search...
The Sailor sings
his harlequin melodies and we dance...
When I was on the Ocean all
I wanted was land...
When I was crossing
the Great Desert all
I wanted was water...
It is The Desire...
The dream that will follow
That is The Mountaintop...
Sometimes when I am with people
I want to be alone...
But when I am alone
I always want to be with the woman...
It is the Desire
of the Dream
That fires our blood and
Takes us to the oceans and
The stars...
It is not the arriving
The light begins to rise
behind us and brings a
stillness that the whole
earth seems to listen to...
It has been a long time since
I rode with another and
my words come as if from
another's tongue...
Her words sound like
music in my mind...
Yet,the comfort comes in the
company not the words...
Rev Buckman
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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aussiedave
Swinger
Australia
509 Posts |
Posted - 11/08/2006 : 01:49:10
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mirror,
the lines
on the palms
of my hands
walk there,
I chase
the colored
flecks
in your eyes
mirror. |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2818 Posts |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2154 Posts |
Posted - 11/09/2006 : 18:35:56
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| In the chilly hills off Mulholland he pirates morsels from ingenious grills glowing on cantilevered decks along the canyons. Delicate herbs stir and murmur on terraced lawns. Alive with anticipation. Juniper and eucalyptus edge the whirl-winded ridge. Tiny fairy lights shiver in the boughs and sharp holly hedges. Candles and chandeliers inside. Wine decanting in Ireland's crystal. November's melancholy light. A scene so inviting he imagines they're both invited. It's five high treed miles to the Dragon's Cave where she waits in the dirt-trodden clearing. A bowl of stars above. A knee-high mist on the ground. A chain around her ankle. He comes through the moon like a silver apparition. Bowed under the dark weight slung over his shoulder. His heart brim-full and spilling. At the top of the world they sit knee to knee. The feast before them, warm and imperishable. |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2818 Posts |
Posted - 11/10/2006 : 13:07:03
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Rebecca said, Preacher I have to go away for awhile...
I have some thinking to do about the future...
I said, what's to think about?
A psychotic ex-preacher, a drunken polar bear
And an endless supply of drama and Jameson's...
Ev'ry womans dream....
Rev Buckman
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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Becka
Sitter
95 Posts |
Posted - 11/10/2006 : 13:14:06
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Preach...........
I'm not thinkin' bout the future.
That's already decided.
Where I'm going is an only arms' length....
far enough that you can't reach
but close enough to keep me covered.
My dream? your blanket of songs....... |
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Karen Runk
Firefly
USA
4925 Posts |
Posted - 11/10/2006 : 14:58:11
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Pssssssst. Hank. You better keep this girl. She will keep on your toes. 
Karen Runk |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2818 Posts |
Posted - 11/10/2006 : 15:23:28
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Rebecca seeds the clouds that water the fields...
Rebecca not only found where I hid the moon but she re-hid it and won't tell me where...
She has entranced Moonbeam so that he won't take the carrot from me anymore...
If she needs to go away to collect her thots or her underwear, so be it...
It's not like I haven't been afraid of the dark before...
Rev Buckman
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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The Nightly Vigil