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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 03/24/2007 : 20:16:00
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Never a word wasted.She writes like an angel paints. Words are her colors and they are beautiful... |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 03/24/2007 : 20:17:12
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I love this old room... The figurines on the tabletops, the dusty pictures on the walls, the white bearded handsome man that sings his waltzes quietly in the corner... The friends stopping by on the odd nite.....
But, Oh what a pallette the Irish Lady paints with! Her colours from The West set my heart ablaze!
I could listen to her paint all nite... |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2197 Posts |
Posted - 03/25/2007 : 18:17:35
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Guard this fire.
~Mickey Newbury~ |
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Grania
Rocker
 
110 Posts |
Posted - 03/28/2007 : 21:03:10
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The moon pulls the tide to and fro Candles flicker in sooty globes The insistent kettle whistles The kitchen fills with steam Mourning doves in high alcoves Cry plaintively spire to spire When the man lays his heart on the table The woman puts the peppermill down His cracked in half laughter His broken wings His lyric isolation The tremor in his hands Hidden deep in his black silk sleeves
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Doug Lang
Swinger
  
Canada
1135 Posts |
Posted - 03/28/2007 : 23:07:19
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Lovely, Grania. The haiku thread, this thread... they are just two of the pillars that help keep the porch upright, help it to endure the winds and the storms.
http://www.myspace.com/dukelang |
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aussiedave
Swinger
  
Australia
509 Posts |
Posted - 03/31/2007 : 01:29:21
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there can never be a more perfect sound
than a single note
from the rustle of a chime.
....it lasts
............forever.
has anyone seen my sweet.........?
~*~
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 03/31/2007 : 08:51:10
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The Gypsy woman has me in her grip...
I put Melinda on a pedestal she never asked to be on and have spent months trying to prove that I can make her fall off...
I say again:
I woke up inside a dream I never wanted to end There's a whole lot of fences I never got to mend When you think of it, with pride aside There's no reason we can't bend When it comes right down to it
Can't a lover be a friend?
Rev Buckman
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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rodeo
Swinger
  
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 03/31/2007 : 09:07:00
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Yes...
but |
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rodeo
Swinger
  
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 03/31/2007 : 13:24:11
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...the truth is in the "but" |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2197 Posts |
Posted - 03/31/2007 : 17:25:50
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The Truth under all the truths. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2197 Posts |
Posted - 03/31/2007 : 17:29:25
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The wind holds its breath when a ghost ship slips into the harbor. The power on Calle Azul flickers and goes out. At Swindlers Heart Cove the train curves along toward Trestles. There, just below the surface of the water the serpent stirs. O, Captain- Fare-thee-well! |
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rodeo
Swinger
  
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 03/31/2007 : 18:00:15
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... but ... |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 04/02/2007 : 17:50:49
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"Memory under memory The things I can't control Steam rises from the rooftops Of the city of my soul It's too late now to travel What is left to leave? Memory under memory Pulling on my sleeve"
DOUG LANG
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 04/03/2007 : 19:15:13
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I sit in the dark In the back of the cafe... She tells me she loves me and then Leaves me...
Does she not realize It could matter less to me.. . I am dying... Nobody matters to me...
Least of all a dance hall girl...
Rev Buckman
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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aussiedave
Swinger
  
Australia
509 Posts |
Posted - 04/04/2007 : 04:11:44
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something drew me to Newbury.......Joe Z
something drew me to Newbury.
...breeze lullaby..
...maybe..
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 04/04/2007 : 19:07:50
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JUST WHISKEY UNDER THE BRIDGE
Last time I saw her it was at the airport All those weeks ago She was laughing, watching me wave Ev'rything moved so slow... She headed back to her own life The one that didn't include me I'd asked her to be my wife But She still needed to be free...
Now I'm holding my own nightly vigil Wond'ring where or when I killed her love, never saw it die There's so much I've lost since then...
There's been so much whiskey passed under the bridge I'm ready to take the leap Washed away in a river of tears At least when I'm done I'll get some sleep It's just whiskey under the bridge Nothin to worry about Call it love I was in, call it life we're all in At least now I know I'm out...
It started out at midnite A hundred kisses of joy It didn't take long for me To prove a man could be a boy There's something said for having known the lady I wish it could have been more But what I carry to the end She touched me to my core...
There's been so much whiskey passed under the bridge I'm ready to take the leap Washed away in a river of tears At least when I'm done I'll get some sleep It's just whiskey under the bridge Nothin to worry about Call it love I was in, call it life we're all in At least now I know I'm out...
There's been so much whiskey passed under the bridge I'm ready to take the leap Washed away in a river of tears At least when I'm gone I'll get some sleep It's just whiskey under the bridge Nothin to worry about Call it love I was in, call it life we're all in At least now I know I'm out...
HANK BEUKEMA revbuckmanmusic 2007
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 04/05/2007 : 20:38:37
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Snow here in April. I watch my beloved Yankees open in a squall... Just what is a squall? It is ****in snowin and blowin like it was December.... Thats what a squall is..
Rev Buckman
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 04/06/2007 : 08:37:41
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Poem: "Failing and Flying" by Jack Gilbert, from Refusing Heaven. ©
Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew. It's the same when love comes to an end, or the marriage fails and people say they knew it was a mistake, that everybody said it would never work. That she was old enough to know better. But anything worth doing is worth doing badly. Like being there by that summer ocean on the other side of the island while love was fading out of her, the stars burning so extravagantly those nights that anyone could tell you they would never last. Every morning she was asleep in my bed like a visitation, the gentleness in her like antelope standing in the dawn mist. Each afternoon I watched her coming back through the hot stony field after swimming, the sea light behind her and the huge sky on the other side of that. Listened to her while we ate lunch. How can they say the marriage failed? Like the people who came back from Provence (when it was Provence) and said it was pretty but the food was greasy. I believe Icarus was not failing as he fell, but just coming to the end of triumph.
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aussiedave
Swinger
  
Australia
509 Posts |
Posted - 04/08/2007 : 04:29:41
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Has Dorothy misplaced her red shoes? |
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Doug L
Firefly
    
Canada
5446 Posts |
Posted - 04/08/2007 : 04:51:19
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Yes, Henry. It is a strong poem. Jack is speaking of Santorini, days with Linda, the Aegean, the hot stones, and a love so splendorous even in its denouement. They lived in a place called Monolithos, which means 'single stone'. He named one of his books after that place. I saw them together in San Francisco at a radio station, we were both there to be on my friend Bart's late night show. I sang a few songs and Jack read, read magnificently, a few of his fine poems. "This is to tell you I am not coming back / to tell you instead of my life among people / who must wrestle their hearts / in order to feel anything." No matter what happens to us, there is a poem or a song waiting to be our friend. And then there are days when we choose our own way, leave the path for a wider adventure, even days when we write our own poems and songs. You've done it and I've done it. Those are the days that we bring the sun back north. There are no curtains strong enough or dark enough to block its light. That poem I quoted from above is from Monolithos, is called A Description Of Happiness.
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