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Grania
Rocker
109 Posts |
 Posted - 11/04/2006 : 17:38:40
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Dear Reverend~
Much love to you and the Lady Rebecca.
God bless! |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2705 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
2705 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
508 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
2705 Posts |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
1895 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
2705 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
2705 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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Ailinn
Windchimer
1895 Posts |
Posted - 11/10/2006 : 18:59:06
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| "Hop in," he says. His elbow out the window. His fast foot tapping the floor. Sunset slides across the windshield. He follows the red X's right off the page. His foolproof map of escape. Later when he falls asleep at the wheel she nudges him awake. He opens his eyes. He smiles and nods. "For my next trick..." he says, and winks. |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2705 Posts |
Posted - 11/10/2006 : 23:10:01
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Melinda came by tonite...
I told her that Rebecca had all of me, dont even bother...
She said lay back and see what you say about Rebecca...
I said
Give it your best shot...
Rev Buckman
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2705 Posts |
Posted - 11/11/2006 : 11:43:28
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I hit this one dead center...
I gave it my best shot that ever killed a man but it did not even sting this
woman...
I can make a tame woman wild but I
Apparently cannot make a wild woman tame...
Oh well, it is her loss....
Melinda will come back to me even if the one I want
doesn't or won't...
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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Ailinn
Windchimer
1895 Posts |
Posted - 11/11/2006 : 17:07:39
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| She watches The Magician step to the foot of the stage. Sees the hopefuls in the front row lean closer. Knows it's his cracked-in-half laughter that saves them all. He tosses the Life Preserver into the crowd. Picks up the saw and moves forward. Her pins-and-needle sleeping limbs. Her wide open unblinking eyes. The Shaman in the parking lot is lighting small fires when the limo driver drops his last fare. The lobstermen on wet decks are hauling in full pots of November. The pedestaled Life Guards gaze out upon the camouflage sea. Their neon trunks and zinc oxide noses a beacon for thoses in the undertow. "Pixels," The Magician warns, and begins sawing, "too close to the big picture to see." |
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aussiedave
Swinger
Australia
508 Posts |
Posted - 11/12/2006 : 01:04:29
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"I will never leave thee
nor forsake thee"
how could I ever forget you. |
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Doug L
Firefly
Canada
5434 Posts |
Posted - 11/12/2006 : 02:18:13
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a poet is somebody who feels, and who expresses
his feeling through words. this may sound easy.
it isn't. almost anybody can learn to think or
believe or know, but not a single human being
can be taught to feel. why? because whenever you
think or you believe or you know, you're a lot
of other people; but the moment you feel, you're
nobody-but-yourself.
e.e. cummings
http://www.myspace.com/mickeynewbury |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2705 Posts |
Posted - 11/12/2006 : 20:27:37
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Melinda is gone...
Rebecca is back...
I was thrown out of the saloon,
Actually lifted up and thrown out...
Busy couple of nites...
Rev Buckman |
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Craig
Firefly
Kyrgyzstan
3791 Posts |
Posted - 11/15/2006 : 20:07:38
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Mantis praying at my door.
Winter's way is soon to come.
North wind blowing in a cold spell.
Geese are calling in the moonlit night.
The Fall, my most favorite time of the year.
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2705 Posts |
Posted - 11/17/2006 : 02:32:45
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As I stepped out into the
Newly cold air
I smelled a fireplace and
Thought of Other Novembers...
Jesse ran off for the Cavalry
When he was just eighteen
And Carmelita, well,
Carmelita she just kind of
Flew away one morning...
I've said it before, but
Some choices just kinda
Get made For us...
But tonight,
I spread my arms to the
Starry November sky and
I scream out for the strength to
Choose to be sober for
Just one more day...
Rev Buckman
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2705 Posts |
Posted - 11/17/2006 : 02:36:37
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Autumn
The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up,
as if orchards were dying high in space.
Each leaf falls as if it were motioning "no."
And tonight the heavy earth is falling
away from all other stars in the loneliness.
We're all falling. This hand here is falling.
And look at the other one. It's in them all.
And yet there is Someone, whose hands
infinitely calm, holding up all this falling.
Rainer Maria Rilke
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