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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.
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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...
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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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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..
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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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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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