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BarbraG
Windchimer
1824 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.
BGee |
Edited by - BarbraG on 08/24/2008 01:37:11 |
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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
2819 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
1824 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.
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2155 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
2819 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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Ailinn
Windchimer
2155 Posts |
Posted - 09/07/2008 : 18:24:40
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| You have my heart apart on the table. Like the delicate springs and washers inside those watches you're always tinkering with. Your eyeglasses paused midway down the bridge of your nose. A rapt look on your face when your Triplet Loupe discovers the truth behind the hours. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2155 Posts |
Posted - 09/07/2008 : 18:27:07
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Time has a way of changing everything.
Truth has a way of changing all the time.
Mickey Newbury |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2155 Posts |
Posted - 09/07/2008 : 18:28:29
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...funny...how different the story
once it's been around the table.
Mickey Newbury |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2155 Posts |
Posted - 09/07/2008 : 20:14:49
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| Rev~ We're out here at the end of the runway waving our red flares. |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2819 Posts |
Posted - 09/09/2008 : 14:28:33
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A Fable [With homage to the Three Stooges]
Leaky boat on a wide river;
patching, bailing, staying afloat, but just barely...
Came across a swimmer that had lost her own boat....
She asked aboard...
I told her that it was floundering at best and sinking at worst...
Her thought was that with two bailing and patching we could make it to shore...
It worked for a few days, but the water was winning even before the storm...
When the storm hit, she kept bailing,
but I had the grand idea that if the water wanted the boat,
I would help it leave so I started banging big chunks in the bottom of the boat so the water could leave quicker...
She slipped thru one of the holes...
I am floating on a piece of what is left....
I sure hope she makes it to shore...
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2819 Posts |
Posted - 09/09/2008 : 14:31:10
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She appeared out of the silence.
Glow of a fire from far off down the beach.
Tangy taste of saltwater on her lips, hair slick and shiny in the moonlight.
Curve of hips against the ocean.
Arms encircling bare backs.
Breathing coming in gulps, throat growing huskier...
Laying entwined in the sand, legs around legs, arm over chest,
she asked me if I had remembered to turn off the coffee pot..
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2155 Posts |
Posted - 09/09/2008 : 20:57:18
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| The music rises. The credits roll. The waves come sliding in. They're drinking coffee on the hood of his car outside the High Tide Cafe at 3am. Promises kept. Kept always. |
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1824 Posts |
Posted - 09/09/2008 : 21:47:14
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Goin' nowhere, down a one-way street. Puttin' the
pedal to the metal, tires squealing. Red lights are
comin' up fast in the rearview mirror. Thought sure
I had lost that sucker, but looks like he's goin' to
chase me 'til he catches me. Time was, I coulda outrun
him. Time was, he coulda never caught me. Time was ..
runnin' out. |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2819 Posts |
Posted - 09/10/2008 : 20:23:55
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The night I went to Hell in 1991
started simply enough.
I opened a bottle of Peppermint schnapps.
The events that followed tumbled around
on their own after that,
but I take full responsibility.
I always have. I always will.
I made mistakes that affected other's lives greatly
and forever condemned mine to Hell.
This is not drama or maudlin or meant as
anything but a statement of fact.
And, by the way.
It's not something you have to wait for.
You know it right away when it shows up at the door...
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2155 Posts |
Posted - 09/10/2008 : 21:08:53
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"Night after nighttime
Man a whole lifetime
Got them Rainy Day Blues..." |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2155 Posts |
Posted - 09/12/2008 : 18:54:46
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| No harm in his dark. One white candle flickering at the end of the long hall. Sure, the stars crowd around him. The angels in Heaven do too. |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2819 Posts |
Posted - 09/12/2008 : 19:54:21
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I remember getting excited when dad said to scrunch over cause the numbers on the 58 Plymouth dashboard was gonna go crazy and start over. I leaned over on his shoulder and the numbers went from 99999 9 to 00000 0... We both got so excited we almost went off the road...
This ol Vigil is about to finish 99 pages...
Wonder what happens then? |
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1824 Posts |
Posted - 09/12/2008 : 20:48:39
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"But, why are you staying on the island tonight, with such a
storm crashing in?"
"Why would you put emergency personnel at risk when they have
to come in and try and get you to safety?"
"Why do you think there is a chance that you can ride out this
hurricane safely when all the warnings say otherwise?"
"Where, on the island, is a safe place to hide? I know the
answer to that, but I want to hear it from you."
"In that keg of beer you bought, is there any assurance of
you not drowning in it?"
I was just wondering.
BGee |
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Doug L
Firefly
Canada
5446 Posts |
Posted - 09/13/2008 : 20:20:55
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Whom will you cry to, heart? More and more lonely,
your path struggles on through incomprehensible
mankind. All the more futile perhaps
for keeping to its direction,
keeping on toward the future,
toward what has been lost.
Once. You lamented? What was it?
A fallen berry of jubilation, unripe.
But now the whole tree of my jubilation
is breaking, in the storm it is breaking,
my slow tree of joy.
Loveliest in my invisible landscape,
you that made me more known
to the invisible angels.
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