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Karen Runk
Firefly
USA
4925 Posts |
 Posted - 06/22/2007 : 22:25:09
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Love this Hank.....thanks for sharing.
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2154 Posts |
Posted - 06/23/2007 : 17:22:46
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Sunrise Retirement Home Creative Writing Project
June 23, 2007
McKenna's first draft:
Tin Fish
by 1815919914
In 2030 suicide is not allowed unless you have an Exit permit. All of the Blue Planet's population is contingent upon The Savior's arrival. It is believed that this Savior will not know who He or She is until the final hour. Therefore suicide by any group or individual can constitute the end of salvation. Salvation being the only viable solution for the inhabitants left on Earth. Life Scribes patrol the learning hives. Counseling Kiosks* are stationed on every corner where there are still ambulatory Tribes. There's the usual dearth of noosed Protesters. Good Will Assassins and Fate Mongers with their delicious and spicy-hot snacks on sticks. Tasty fortunes you eat at your own risk. On 25-12-2025 the Short War began. It lasted 71 hours. It changed history's profile and the way people think when THEY succeeded in seeding the clouds. THEY are global. The Truists are the annealing infrastructure in mortal and immortal combat against THEY. The Truists are telepathic. A strain of humans with bodies naturally tempered to withstand severe changes in temperature. The Truists have the ability to read each other's minds. Whether this phenomena is genetic or engineered has not yet been decided. Nor has the statistics on the number of units involved. Early estimates put the figure at 10% universal. Their motto is All of one mind. Their symbol is a barbed wire crown.
*McKenna swears the Counseling Kiosks sprung up overnight like Starbucks. He's taken a shine to Elise who's commandeered a 5-power magnifying glass to read his long-hand scribbling. Robber's arranged for them to have their "Walking Therapy" together. McKenna carries a pad in his pocket, and he's tucked a blue Bic behind his right ear. They walk with their shoulders touching, leaning on their His and Hers canes.
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2818 Posts |
Posted - 06/27/2007 : 18:22:44
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Small flashes of life
interspersed between long periods of
just breathing make up our days...
As time goes on, as we grow older and older,
the flashes move together in our memories
like one long tapestry, all as one piece...
We learn, we prepare, we nourish ourselves
for and from these flashes...
Everything else is just breathing...
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1824 Posts |
Posted - 07/03/2007 : 19:34:08
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As the plane left the runway leaving Denver, I looked back. I was leaving the better part of myself, all the while wanting to linger another week or two or three.....or four. Long blonde hair, sky blue eyes, Snow White-red rosy lips, all wrapped up in a little girl that I hardly know but taught her to sing "What's New, *****cat?"
in one sitting. It's not fair, sometimes. Life. I think it wasn't meant for families to be hundreds and hundreds of miles apart in a place you can only get to in a hurry by plane. A leisurely Sunday afternoon drive should take you to where your heart is, where it lives in the eyes of a grandaughter, who just turned three years old, and who calls you "Nanu". "Don't leave me," she said, as she walked into her bedroom last night, but wouldn't linger to kiss me goodnight. And, tonight, I am just a plane ride away from her, but it seems like an ocean, the distance between me and sunny Ashlyn. Blue eyes. Blue skies out of the plane window. Blue tears.
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2818 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
2154 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
1824 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
2818 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
2818 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
2818 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
508 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
2154 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
2818 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
1824 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
2818 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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