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Doug L
Firefly
Canada
5446 Posts |
 Posted - 07/10/2008 : 16:15:19
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"There is a grace approaching
that we shun as much as death,
it is the completion of our birth.
It does not come in time,
but in timelessness
when the mind sinks into the heart
and we remember.
It is an insistent grace that draws us
to the edge and beckons us to surrender
safe territory and enter our enormity.
We know we must pass
beyond knowing
and fear the shedding.
But we are pulled upward
none-the-less
through forgotten ghosts
and unexpected angels,
luminous.
And there is nothing left to say
but we are That.
And that is what we sing about."
~ Steven Levine |
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1825 Posts |
Posted - 07/12/2008 : 00:10:21
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There is a tree growing in Rockledge, Florida. It's one
of the most wondrous things I have ever seen. No one seems to
notice that it's there .... it's just ... there. It's roots
are buried deep, and as it comes out of the ground, the trunk
lies close to the ground for about 3 or 4 feet, and then ... it
just curves straight up and into the sky, with a beautiful shroud
of leaves forming something beautiful.
I could walk by it a hundred times a day and never get over the
wonder of it.
It's right across the street from where my Kristyn is now living,
and I was quick to point it out to her. She had never noticed it.
I thought, "how sad".
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 07/12/2008 : 21:44:39
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We are too new to know.
We are sure we are the only lovers
that have ever felt this way [we think]
We are getting sicker of the modern world evry day.
We are sure they're running a game on us.
We are so tired of it all.
We are getting better every day even as we get
closer to death.
We are misunderstood and overlooked
and
underhandled and overbearing.
We are too much to take
except in small doses.
We are finding that the ways to live without
drugs and alcohol are all boring and that
we were cleverer and funnier stoned.
We are pretty sure the line before is bull****
and the devil talking.
We are tired of everybody dying on us.
We are pretty sure that's the way
it's always been so get used to it.
We are certain there is always
something left to lose and
nothing to gain or maybe it's
nothing left to lose and
evrything to gain.
We are bears of very little brain...
Hank Beukema
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Gloria
Rocker
USA
293 Posts |
Posted - 07/18/2008 : 05:59:15
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I remember way back as a child.
We raised rabbits and they ate a special diet of oatmeal with various other items in it. One of the items seem to have attracted maggotts. My brother had a few friends over one night and got up the next day for breakfast. He mixed up the wrong batch of oatmeal for his friends...needless to say they turned a strange color of green when they noticed the oatmeal was moving around in the food.
Gloria
http://freewebs.com/gloriacomingore
http://www.thestarlitecafe.com/poets/Gloria
http://www.myspace.com/gjcomingore |
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Gloria
Rocker
USA
293 Posts |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2196 Posts |
Posted - 07/19/2008 : 17:46:35
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Three Border Stories
1. A snatch of rain spattered the pane. A confusion of branches under cloud-swollen skies. A night without stars. Stormy weather. "Gone are the days when I couldn't wait to hear what I had to say," he said sipping his syrup-thick coffee. "Just keep talking," she said stuffing rags into bottles filled with gasoline. Seven cypress stood guard over what was left of Eden. Things happened," he said, "but not accidentally." |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2196 Posts |
Posted - 07/19/2008 : 17:50:16
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| 2. "You an' me!" he said. He was angry. She was stirring pinto beans in a black pot at the boarded-up frontera cafe. Her heavy books stacked on the counter between the rusty condiment caddy and sticky fly-paper strips. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2196 Posts |
Posted - 07/19/2008 : 17:54:26
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| 3. The sun dipped below the horizon. Still a prophet in the province of the heart, he cajoled and he scolded. "Listen..." he said finally, lighting the last amber lamp. It was a Saturday evening in a village of church bells and chickens. He was clean-shaven in a shining white shirt. "...people find their own way in the story." Dust motes settled on the broken tile. Frail dreams resurrected. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2196 Posts |
Posted - 07/19/2008 : 17:55:42
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| ...the calliope plays all day off Revolucion. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2196 Posts |
Posted - 07/25/2008 : 19:29:00
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He rode three days across the high desert
When he arrived he knew everything
He showed me a card trick
He told me a joke
He told me to keep away from the window
When I took the bullet out of his chest
He didn't flinch or change his expression
He made me lay down beside him
His sleep was ahead of the posse
Our fingerprints disappeared
When we reached the Mexican border
He has scars that shine in the moonlight
Brighter than the rest of his skin
His eyes are blue
And his hair is bluer
But I can't tell you what he looks like
It was dark
Or his hat was pulled low
And his mouth was covered
With a bandana |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 07/30/2008 : 18:34:28
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God, but I loved watching Martina walk.
Especially in those high heels.
Back.
Back before even I knew her.
Back before that first time.
Back before I gave up everything for her.
She would walk by and you could follow the eyes
and heads as they followed her.
But, one day it was me she walked towards and
it was all over for me and my old heart...
A lifetime of living and dying in thirteen years.
And I never once doubted if she loved me...
I mean, All she had to do was walk away...
God, but I loved watching Martina walk. |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 08/02/2008 : 17:07:09
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Nobody can hear you screaming
from the other side of the river.
Screaming didn't help.
Praying might have, but he had picked the wrong God
and he seemed to be occupied elsewhere.
It was all gone.
Whatever pieces of his soul that were left in 92
drove away in a black SUV in 03.
He dove into the crystal clear waters of evil
and came out the other side and
stood on a beach where the sickly, sweet smell
of the air made him think he could live there.
As long as he had his canteen filled with Jameson's
and his knapsack full of pills, he even believed it.
He was wrong.
And screaming didn't help.
Nobody can hear you screaming
from the other side of the river.
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Doug L
Firefly
Canada
5446 Posts |
Posted - 08/10/2008 : 23:13:49
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...And don't think the garden loses its
ecstasy in winter. It's quiet, but
the roots are down there, riotous..."
Rumi |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 08/16/2008 : 11:08:26
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We were sitting by the river watching the geese run from Ranger Dave and
Melinda said, Can we talk?
I said, what's on your mind, honeypot?
She said, What's up with you this summer?
I mean, you're driving that little SLK convertible,
buying plants every other day and
listening to a lot of Broadway tunes...
I said, you really have to come to grips
with your stereotypes problem...
And, Jesus, if You're questioning my sexuality,
where the Hell does that leave us?
No, no, Nanette, she said, I'm not sayin nuthin,
I'm just sayin how it looks; I mean if the dress fits, wear it....
I said, Look, I am not comfortable even discussing this
with you in this day and age....
[and much to my shame, I trotted out an old joke]
I don't have a gay bone in my body, sweetie....
Well,Ok, maybe one...
I said, Listen, put it to rest, will ya?
I'm about as gay as John Wayne...
She said, wasn't his name Marion?
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1825 Posts |
Posted - 08/22/2008 : 23:41:19
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Let's do that one more time, sweet darlin', before we leave
this earth. We can do it, I want you to believe that!! We'll
just buy that motorcycle down the street, and gear up and ... just..
GO !! Yes, it has. It's been many years since we took that
road trip. But, honey, we always talked about doin' it again,
didn't we? Life got busy, and times got hard here and there, but
lookin' forward to backtracking a little kind of kept us goin'.
Now, didn't it? Come on, Rob ! We've still got enough speed in
our hearts to get on the road again. They say that motorcycles
aren't respected as much as they used to be, and they weren't
respected a whole lot back then, but we'll just go ahead and do it!!
You hear me, don't you, Rob? Listen up. When we get up there,
it will be close to dark. Remember how it was? They turned those
beautiful lights on and you could see the Falls on both sides,
the American and the Canadian sides. Oh, Lordy. I don't know why
we've waited so long to go back. We have to be hurrying, now,
you ... KNOW ??? Let me pull my chair up a little closer, so you
can hear me better, my love. Rob, you are the love of my life.
You know that? The love of my life. We have so many things yet
to do, but that Niagara Falls .... that's gonna be the first......
Oh, honey, let me get you a blanket. You feel so cold.
What? Excuse me? Could you come a little closer, nurse? I was
talkin' to Rob and didn't hear you. Oh, you want me to come with
you ? Okay. Rob, honey....I'll be right back. Just keep
thinkin' about that wonderful trip. The nurse needs me for a second.
....only a second, honey. Well, maybe a minute. But, only for a
minute, baby. I'll get that blanket for you.
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Joe Z
Windchimer
USA
1819 Posts |
Posted - 08/23/2008 : 07:48:17
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Brought tears to my eyes, BGee. Wonderful job.
Joe |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 08/30/2008 : 20:53:06
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You can't be Too strong...
They tell me I need to make a "fearless moral inventory" and seek
forgiveness.
There are some sleeping dogs in dark corners I don't want to or have to
kick.
There are some movies that come back on their own, nite after nite,
a running dialog with myself and whatever Gods are still listening.
There are some things I don't want forgiven, wanting the
sharp edge of their memory cutting me, shaping me,
forging me over the coals.
The basement in Pittsburgh, huddled in filth,
hiding from The War...
The beach in California where I "died."
His body on the road.
Her face when I told her.
Saying goodbye to Martina, laying in a bed
in the back of a truck.
The abuse heaped upon the ones I loved
and myself.
The selfishness, the cowardice, the weakness, the stubborness.
The turning away,
the lost years,
the rivers crossed at nite in the darkness...
Maybe someday I will find that there really is
A God that forgives...
For now, it's up to me to have the courage to
leave behind the failures and move on
with strength...
You can't be Too strong...
~*~
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1825 Posts |
Posted - 09/04/2008 : 23:10:33
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The oaks. The live oaks. With the stringy, ugly moss hanging
all over them. And, yet, I love the moss. It reminds me of
a place where I felt safe...beside a river that winds from the
Okefenokee Swamp to the Gulf of Mexico...a river that rises and
falls with whatever the rainfall is in the swamp. The river. How
I love that river, and that river loves me. I can feel it when I
sit on the bank and let my feet sink into its' current, how it
swirls around and gently beckons me to come in, if only for a little
while. But, my river is dirty now. The place where I sit is
right where a cool water spring flows. I watch the river as it
goes by but can't enter the springs that feeds it. It's good
that it can't dirty the source of its' life. We can learn a lot
from a river.
BGee |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2196 Posts |
Posted - 09/06/2008 : 16:56:00
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| Dream-riddled nights. Alibis on the radio. The moon climbing up the canyon wall. Votives burning the house down in Mexico. |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 09/07/2008 : 16:14:36
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| Race Point in the Eighties. An Astrid Gilberto kind of beach. Dressed in white for the sunset. High heels dangling from her one hand,the other resting on my lower back. Boston in the distance on one side, England to the other.The Sun disappears into Boston and is never heard from again... |
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