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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
 Posted - 11/22/2007 : 06:52:47
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Ralph [[ the Hudson River BiPolar bear]] was downstairs dancing to Ray
Charles singing Eleanor Rigby and watching dirty movies on cable...
I said Ralphie, what are you thankful for?
He said, [[ Um, Jameson's, Ray Charles and, uh, dirty movies...]]
Wow, I said, you really have a small window you look out of, don't you?
Rev Buckman was sitting out back just staring at the woods...
I said, Rev, how about you?
He said, between God the Devil and you, evrything I have ever loved has been
taken from me...
The baby, the women.... The pills...
Just what I gotta be thankful for?
I said, You are lucky that I don't kill you, you can be thankful for that,
okay, curmudgeon?
I said, Guys.... Today is the day when Americans go to the storeroom of
their souls and take an inventory and appreciate what they have that many,
many others do not... I said, it's a tradition and it's one of those things
that let's us stop for a minute and look back and look ahead and kind of put
a pin in the map that says, You Are Here...
Then I thanked the Gods [that I sometimes talked to and sometimes even
talked to me] for being alive and sober...
That's it.
They know the rest, that's why they got the job.....
Besides, everything else is just gravy...
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larry larry
Firefly
USA
3852 Posts |
Posted - 11/22/2007 : 08:04:34
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Originally posted by buckman
Ralph [[ the Hudson River BiPolar bear]] was downstairs dancing to Ray
Charles singing Eleanor Rigby and watching dirty movies on cable...
I said Ralphie, what are you thankful for?
He said, [[ Um, Jameson's, Ray Charles and, uh, dirty movies...]]
Wow, I said, you really have a small window you look out of, don't you?
Rev Buckman was sitting out back just staring at the woods...
I said, Rev, how about you?
He said, between God the Devil and you, evrything I have ever loved has been
taken from me...
The baby, the women.... The pills...
Just what I gotta be thankful for?
I said, You are lucky that I don't kill you, you can be thankful for that,
okay, curmudgeon?
I said, Guys.... Today is the day when Americans go to the storeroom of
their souls and take an inventory and appreciate what they have that many,
many others do not... I said, it's a tradition and it's one of those things
that let's us stop for a minute and look back and look ahead and kind of put
a pin in the map that says, You Are Here...
Then I thanked the Gods [that I sometimes talked to and sometimes even
talked to me] for being alive and sober...
That's it.
They know the rest, that's why they got the job.....
Besides, everything else is just gravy...
I along with many others are thankful for YOU, Rev. Buckie. Just think how many people you touched and comforted on the GROWW web site and how many of them passed on your heartfelt writings to others who were comforted also.
Also be thankful that you don't have to go looking for a turkey to cook for Thanks Giving today. There are three of you to chose from.
Sorry, couldn't resisit it.
Love ya, Hank
LL
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andrew p
Firefly
USA
3936 Posts |
Posted - 11/22/2007 : 09:31:12
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Hank...you have such a wonderful gift...and I am thankful that you are my friend/brother.
Happy Thanksgiving Mr Beukema
andrew
Those who danced were thought to be quite insane by those who could not hear the music. -- -John Milton
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1825 Posts |
Posted - 11/22/2007 : 22:10:11
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I am thankful for this moment, this hour, this day . . . we are
not promised tomorrow, are we ?? I am thankful that I have so much
to be thankful for . . . even knowing that terrible days are ahead
of America and Americans, here and abroad. 9/11/2001 was a small
warning of things to come. And, they are still coming. The only
question is when . . . . . but, I don't believe it will be long now.
Word from Israeli Intelligence is that the next attacks will be in
several small towns simultaneously, and that these attacks will
change the way we live forever. I didn't post this message to scare
anyone . . . only to warn whoever reads this to shore up supplies
and water as if a hurricane was breathing down on you, much like
we do in Florida. Get lots of good batteries, blankets, canned food, canned milk, healthy cereal, lanterns, CASH, baby needs and supplies . . formula, diapers, baby wipes..., LOTS and LOTS of water.
And, anything else you can think of. Medicine supply for three
months. Of course, we say, what if this never happens.... I will
have wasted all of this money. Not so, because you can still use
the merchandise even IF it doesn't happen . . . . but . . . the
scariest question is . . . . . What if it DOES happen and I didn't prepare ?? Who could I look to for help ? Will the stores be
open or stripped bare ? Will we have electricity or power in any way. At the first sign of disaster, will looting and violence
occur ? Do I need a weapon to defend myself and my family.
So, you can see that I don't just sit and write poetry ALL the time,
huh? My dad was in Special Forces, and I was raised to keep an
eye open on both sides and to listen to rumors of wars and disaster
in the distance, knowing that it doesn't always STAY in the distance after the lesson of 9/11.
Right, Hank ?
God bless us one and all. I won't ever apologize for this post.
The Boy Scouts' motto is "Be Prepared". That's all this is asking.
With lots of love,
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Craig
Firefly
Kyrgyzstan
3793 Posts |
Posted - 11/23/2007 : 06:55:22
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I'm off to see the Wizard.
~ Craig
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Doug L
Firefly
Canada
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 11/23/2007 : 10:00:22
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I had Martina in a liplock when the
Earthquake came to town.
She mumbled something about how
No one had ever made the Earth move
Like that for her and we got married
In Central Park.
Ten years later we're laying on the couch
Watching Lawrence Harvey play chess on Columbo
And she said, You're not like you used to be.
Twenty years later we watch the Millemium
Roll onto the beach on a TV in the mall
And I realize that our life was like doing coke.
You light that spark the first night
And spend the rest of your life trying to fan that
Ember into a flame again.
Thirty years have come and gone and I still feel the tremors.
I laid Martina on the couch and I sat up and
Read Raymond Chandler to her as she moaned with the pain.
After awhile you get used to the Earth not moving anymore and
Just a little tremble in the heart can get you by... |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 11/23/2007 : 13:01:41
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Carmelita asked me why I did things the way I did...
Why I stumbled around in the forest
hoping for something to fall out of the trees...
Because I can't sing and dance, I said...
Even in the darkness, I could hear her smile...
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andrew p
Firefly
USA
3936 Posts |
Posted - 11/23/2007 : 22:05:26
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standing alone...listening to the night, watching the trees...I thought I heard you whisper my name...again, and again...and then I realized it was only the wind...and wishful thinking...
I still have your scent in my nostrils...day and night, night and day...it's etched in my mind...like memories in stone...
and I close my eyes and go there...where I am safe...and loved.
it's where you still are....and I am no longer alone, nor lonely.
andrew
Those who danced were thought to be quite insane by those who could not hear the music. -- -John Milton
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2197 Posts |
Posted - 11/24/2007 : 17:08:45
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| Once or twice a month I run away. Behind the branch library down the sloping bank where the brook runs clear over stones smooth as olives all the way to the Railroad tracks. Carry my shoes and a cheese sandwich. The folded bills for the fare. A straight shot into the tunnel where I can buy violets and pretzels and ball point pens. Where the carbonated city buzzes above me. I never grow out of the need. The nuns are not sorry to see my go. Later, I keep a jack, a shovel, and two wide planks in the truck in case I have to dig my way out of here. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2197 Posts |
Posted - 11/24/2007 : 17:18:12
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| The omnipresent tomato fields look forlorn in November. She's popping loaves in and out of the oven. He's leaning back in his gravity-defying chair. She watches his hands. How they curve around the cup and finger the crusty slices. He likes the bread warm and the butter cool but not chilled. Served in a small white crock. He likes to finish a slice or two before he starts talking. Then he disturbs the moon. He rearranges the furniture under Heaven. He opens and closes his eyes unaware of his power. |
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1825 Posts |
Posted - 11/24/2007 : 18:47:28
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There's a beautiful red sunset
... out on the ocean blue --
It's dancing on the water
It reminds me so of you..
I'm happy to sit and listen
To the waves come rushing in..
The sound always takes me back
To the girl I was back then...
Wherever you are in the world tonight
I hope you'll hear my heart ..
As it calls out to you, my love
Though we are far apart ..
Just come home to me someday --
I'm waiting by the sea ..
And, no matter how long it takes ..
Right here is where I'll be.
Barbra Griffin
BGee
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Judy W.
Windchimer
1957 Posts |
Posted - 11/24/2007 : 18:52:28
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Tears here, my love, my ocean, my true love.
Judy C. |
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Craig
Firefly
Kyrgyzstan
3793 Posts |
Posted - 11/25/2007 : 08:47:35
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The rain blows in from the Gulf,
Thunder and lightning fill the darkened sky
Alone in the small house, he sits and reflects on
The occurrence of yesterday and
What thoughts awaken today.
Last night's coffee warmed over.
Bitter, yet appreciated for
The warmth it brings to the body
And soul.
Letters from an old friend
Discussions to and fro...
Friends from different countries
Two that are beholden to each other
As brethren in the cause.
Both are at odds with their thoughts,
And yet still remain in agreement
With each other.
Neither decide what to do
Or what not to...in response
To the invasion of sanctity, with nary
A chance of apology...
~ Craig
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Doug L
Firefly
Canada
5446 Posts |
Posted - 11/25/2007 : 15:28:47
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When someone dies
Trees bow to the water
For the son and for the daughter
Close your eyes
The earth rolls on
While we sleep it keeps on turning
Toward a deeper kind of learning
The old wisdoms arise...
That's how it is when someone dies
Bless this cold December
Through the graves the wind is blowing
What we knew and now are knowing
Is closed within this field
Button up your coat
The weather's gotten colder
Every year as we've grown older
Wounds so slow to heal
They sleep beneath this snowy field
In a farmhouse kitchen
This old woman she is crying
She's making tea, at least she's trying
To function through her tears
But she is tired
Her old body made these children
Now death has come and stilled them
It's their voices that she hears
In the silence behind her tears
One day in the springtime
The river's ice will turn to water
And the son and the daughter
Like bluebonnets shall return
One day in the spring
We'll go out and gather
Our sorrows all together
Strike a match and let 'em burn
And the bluebonnets shall return
DL
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2197 Posts |
Posted - 11/25/2007 : 16:35:09
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| He does not allow much weeping. An egg timer shaped like an hour glass. Three minutes and no tattered veils. No shuddering grief to assail them. Peacock feathers. Iridescent eyes to guard her yard when he fills her windows with them. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2197 Posts |
Posted - 11/25/2007 : 16:38:36
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| The Arsonist's apprentice. Her heart's low flash-point and faulty fuse in his fistful of frayed trip-wires. His smoldering pages like short-circuited lightning where smoke from this fire still rises. The plot in his heart God sees. "Flame...not sparkle," he whispers. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2197 Posts |
Posted - 11/25/2007 : 16:41:49
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| Rules to use when walking on water. Pray the prescribed prayer. Don't look for the Lifeboat. The waves will grow teeth and sink into your heels. The Coast Guard will be busy with coffee and donuts. The tide will rise under your bed. Expect that. Remember red right returning. Three bells. The Sailor's weather-wise eyes. |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 11/25/2007 : 20:31:04
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Melinda turned and said to me,
When you spend an entire life
dreaming of sex, likker and drugs,
There's not much time left for
career, family, savings...
I turned away and said,
Oh well, there's still time...
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Jonmark
Windchimer
USA
1791 Posts |
Posted - 11/25/2007 : 20:54:17
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| You're on a roll Hank. |
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