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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
 Posted - 07/04/2007 : 07:37:02
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FOR VINCE BELL LONG AGO
Whispering ghost ships sail by
Leaving me standing on the pier
With my suitcase and my dreams...
I woke too early one morning
and
Suddenly I was old,
That scared person usually
Left behind in sleep has
Taken over
pretending to be me,
Evrything hurts and
Evrything is doubtful and harder to do...
Sometimes it seems like evry day
We have to learn how to live all over again...
Hank
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2196 Posts |
Posted - 07/04/2007 : 21:27:34
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She's waiting on land looking out to sea. A thousand steep hills behind her. A bracelet bridge. A wind more salt than sugar. He's coming home now. Under the bridge's golden crown. A rough breeze lifting his heavy hair. Aye, it does. As when he sailed to America. Nine hundred years before Columbus.
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1825 Posts |
Posted - 07/04/2007 : 21:51:58
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"A wind more salt than sugar". --- Ailinn, you drive me CRAZY not writing a whole story !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You have a way with words that is . . . well, I need a word to describe it ....searching...
a word that is not used often . . . let's see, now..... still searching .. .. okay, okay... I need to fall back on a familiar phrase here. "totally awesome, dude". Love your work.
BGee
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Craig
Firefly
Kyrgyzstan
3793 Posts |
Posted - 07/04/2007 : 22:09:04
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The hem of her dress raised ever so slightly, reveiling...and yet not. Her suggestive tones lead us astray to another place and time, alluding to somewhere else. Must we know the mystery straightforth? I dare not to fathom the answer. I shall watch and wait, as any good person may. Yes, watch and wait. Not to take the bait just yet, not yet to be pulled into her lair...just yet.
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 07/11/2007 : 20:22:44
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Like all lovers we wanted forever...
Like all lovers we thought we had magic by the tail
Like all lovers we thought the other would be perfect
Like all lovers we were deaf & blind to evrybody else
Like all lovers we glimpsed the future
Like all lovers we laughed and cried at the same things
Like all lovers we talked of the moon and stars alot
Like all lovers we broke the speed limit & never saw the signs
Like all lovers we never noticed the weather
Like all lovers we walked the rivers and streams
Like all lovers we wrote bad poetry
Like all lovers we thought the wood in the fireplace would burn on & on
Like all lovers we thought that dawn and twilight meant the same thing
Like all lovers we wanted too much
Like all lovers we thought we were different
Like some lovers we woke up in the nite crying
Like some lovers we hit the ground and stumbled
Like some lovers we never said goodbye
Like some lovers we ran away and hid
Like some lovers we said things we regretted
Like some lovers we never will see each other again
Like some lovers we will make up over and over
Like some lovers we learned and grew
Like some lovers we crawled into a bottle and died
Like some lovers we grew a harder heart
Like some lovers we talked it out late at night
Like some lovers one of us moved on and one couldn't
Like some lovers we ran and ran and ran
Like some lovers our dreams were shattered
Like some lovers we moved on to others
Like some lovers we waited for the next one
Like some lovers we woke up alone and wondered why
Like all lovers we wanted forever
Like all lovers we thought we were different
Like some lovers we found a new trail to the river
Like some lovers we go on dreaming
Like some lovers we go on........
Hank Beukema - Dec 2006
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Jace
Rocker
USA
379 Posts |
Posted - 07/14/2007 : 10:29:12
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quote:
Originally posted by buckman
Like all lovers we wanted forever...
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Like some lovers we go on........
Hank Beukema - Dec 2006
HANK!!! INCREDIBLE! AWESOME! INSPIRING!!!
Thanks for sharing!
Jace
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 07/19/2007 : 17:00:10
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A COLD DAY IN JULY
I wait at the airport
With the snow falling down
It's a strange summer night
In this cold New York town
What once was so wrong
Is turning out so right
My baby's flying in
On the ten o' clock flight
The weatherman says
They expect it to freeze
I spent all of June
Down on my knees
The table's been turned
It's all come around
I watch and I wait
For her plane to touch down
She said,
When Hell freezes over
I'll come back to you
I'm worn out and tired
Baby we're through
Well, it's a cold day in July
I know it's quite rare
But her plane's in the sky and
There's a chill in the air
She tried hard to tell me
That she had to go
A woman like her
I never would know
She turned and she walked out
Taking all I believed
Sometimes a man's not a man
I just watched her leave
Time spent alone's like
Chasing a fast train
The days dwindle down
You run thru the pain
The nights are so quiet
The whiskey flows
The silence so deafening
You can hear yourself grow old
Sometimes a woman is
Just like a man
She gets lonely and hurt
And does all she can
Wherever she runs
Wherever she turns
She's reminded forever
That the flame still burns
She said,
When Hell freezes over
I'll come back to you
I'm worn out and tired
Baby we're through
Well, it's a cold day in July
I know it's quite rare
But her plane's in the sky and
There's a chill in the air
When Hell freezes over
I'll come back to you
I'm worn out and tired
Baby we're through
Well, it's a cold day in July
I know it's quite rare
But her plane's in the sky and
There's a chill in the air
Hank Beukema - revbuckmanmusic - 2007
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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Doug L
Firefly
Canada
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Gloria
Rocker
USA
293 Posts |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 07/22/2007 : 08:50:47
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Sunday mornin...
Melinda's out for a ride, late comin back...
Camp Cookie's makin the biscuits;
I can smell them as I sit in the sun
reading about Santa Ana and Sam Houston
and their 18 minute battle that changed the world...
The dark saloon and the whiskey
are so far gone that I almost can't remember
the nites spent
making love to that green bottle and
dancing in the dark with a ghost...
I look out at the woods and sip my coffee...
Anything can happen today...
Rev Buckman
See more of my writing at:
http://www.mytown.ca/beukema/
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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San Diego
Swinger
509 Posts |
Posted - 08/02/2007 : 20:08:57
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| While we were away: At Huntington Beach forty cowboys, nine cattle dogs, and one hundred steers hit the high tide mark at 7am. The cowboys in Stetsons, jeans, boots, and bandanas, wraparound sunglasses and tropical shirts. Four news helicopters overhead. One wrangler from the Longboard Cowboys remembered; "I left Huntington in a Chevy in '66 and came back on a mule. That mule wears a bandana that reads, NEVER SURF DOWNSTREAM FROM THE HERD. At the Pier the steers were loaded in cattle trucks and driven to Costa Mesa to run through the streets, Pamplona-style for the opening of the Orange County Fair. Yee Haw! |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2196 Posts |
Posted - 08/02/2007 : 20:14:43
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| Each night he laid the untangled truth before her. His breath, a blistered frost on the air as the second hand swept forward. Their house was a wooden dream. Like living within branches. And the climate finally at his fingertips. Summer-full and close to an ocean where the tide rose under their bed. He said he never tired of the changing sky or the moon's silver apparition. The sun ticking down like a golden clock on a shore he recalled when the ice around his fingers began to thaw. |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 08/03/2007 : 04:01:27
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Oh my.... To think of you crossing the Hudson.... and then Cooperstown... I am near the Tappan Zee bridge in Rockland,23 miles northeast of Gotham...
Glad your spirit was near...
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1825 Posts |
Posted - 08/03/2007 : 19:39:19
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He opened the car door. On the seat was a note from her. It read --
"My Love, be careful...today and every day. You never know what may happen. Today, many people woke up and went about what was a normal day and, hopefully, most of.. or all of.. their day was good. Mothers, fathers, sons and daughters were pondering what tomorrow would bring. Could ALL of them have been happy? .. Probably not. .. Could ALL have been sad? Not likely. .. Could some have been facing something awful in their life? Of course. But, all of it -- their hopes -- their dreams -- their fears -- ALL of it came to an end today, when they did nothing more than . . . . cross a bridge."
BGee
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 08/04/2007 : 13:07:39
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"He stood in the rain just listening
and wondering...how long it took for
one drop to get to the forest floor
from the tallest tree.
Some nightbird's call cut through the
damp dark and he felt like one of the
huddled creatures... only there was
nothing to draw warmth from.
He was acutely aware of the sound of
his own breathing and the noise of
his boots scooting on rocky mud.
He adjusted the back pack which held
the last thing she had given him and
continued the slow walk down the mountain.
It was pouring so hard he almost ran into
a cabin wall. If there ever was a door,
it wasn't there now so in he went.
A black blur of something went through
his legs and he almost fell.
As he regained his balance and heard the
click, he knew he was not alone."
RON L. - 2004 |
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Doug L
Firefly
Canada
5446 Posts |
Posted - 08/04/2007 : 23:34:32
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From one of Ron's posts...
Nothing that was extremely dramatic, nothing that was especially
unusual; just a weekend of some negative things that life sometimes
is, but something did happen to make me really remember why we're
all here. We had our granddaughter and when she takes her nap, it's
in the room where my computer is and I put music on while she
drifts off.
She's a year and a half so I was sitting in the next room listening
to her coo and do what kids do as I also listened to a CD. It was
"A Long Road Home". It certainly struck me (as it has done over
and over in these latest years of my life) how much power music
has and and how truly fortunate we have all been to share Mickey
Newbury's gift.
Here she was drifting off to that wonderful sleep of innocence
none of us will ever have again, and I am sure somewhere in that
young heart, the same magic that moves us all was soothing her in
its simplicity and beauty. As I listened to all those wonderful
stories of his life, I remembered what an internal battle it must
have been to get that CD done; to know I might be drawing my last
literal breath as I struggled to finish it. I remembered when my
friend Bobby Dale died and he wanted "Looks Like Rain" playing
in his last moments.
No matter how much faith you might have, no one is ABSOLUTELY
certain what lies beyond and if you have to leave here, to have
those wonderful and inspiring moments of magic be the last thing
you hear on Earth would be a great thing. As for me, the release
Mickey's music has given me from my own various depths is a gift
beyond description. Release. One way or another, it's why we're
all here.
Thanks,
Ron
http://www.myspace.com/mickeynewbury |
Edited by - Doug L on 08/05/2007 01:43:54 |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 08/05/2007 : 10:17:24
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Who knows another's sorrow?
Who knows another's grief?
One morning brings you gifts
Another brings a thief...
Did you lose your love in a thunderstorm?
Did you lose her in the rain?
Did you lose your child to laughter?
Did you lose him to the pain?
The days and nights we've lived so far
Have brought us to this place
The days and nights we've struggled
Some with folly some with grace...
There is no clock that's kept for you
To tell you when you'll heal
Some mornings find me dancing
Some nights I have to kneel...
The pain is something we'll live with
I know we didn't choose
But some it seems were born to win
And some were born to lose...
Who knows another's sorrow?
Who knows another's grief?
One morning brings you gifts
Another brings a thief....
Hank Beukema
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1825 Posts |
Posted - 08/05/2007 : 11:03:01
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Dear sweet Hank ..
Please post that beautiful, beautiful poem on the back porch.
Please, sir.
Barbrag |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 08/09/2007 : 20:49:23
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Date: Tuesday, August 28, 2001 6:43 PM
For Jesse
I want to walk the Streets of Glory
With the Lord right by my side.
I want to play the harps of Angels
With a joy I cannot hide...
Lord, won't you show me the mansion
Where you promised me I'd live
And the peace just like a river
That the songs all say you'll give.
Oh Lord....
I want so much to believe it,
Help me with it now,
I want so much to believe it
Won't you show me how?
Will I see my boy again,
And the ones that went ahead
The ones that fought and struggled,
The ones that hurt and bled.
Will the wars all be ended,
To fight and die no more,
Will the cannons all be silenced,
Never more to roar?
Oh Lord....
I want so much to believe it,
Help me with it now.
I want so much to believe it,
Won't you show me how?
Hank Beukema
[Mickey wrote back and said thank you, Hank]
I myself am still struggling with the same questions.... It seems the longer the path, the steeper the climb... |
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1825 Posts |
Posted - 08/11/2007 : 22:10:56
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"The night was black and the moon was yellow" kept playing in
his brain, as he walked along the beach. Waves were crashing
onto the shore, and the beauty of the night was displayed in the
skies over the water. Today's happenings were running through
his tear stained mind. She had left him....the love of his life,
blue eyes crying as she told him it was over. There had been
no warning of any kind. When her car pulled out of the driveway,
his heart raced to the ocean they had loved for so long. His
heart got there long before he did. The same moon and the same
stars that they had loved so much were still there. The same
ocean was still there. The only thing missing was his love. |
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