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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 10/07/2009 : 20:05:01
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One day One moment. One flake of time is all that's needed to change everything.
On that dusty street with evrybody watching I looked in his eyes and saw I wasn't the man I thought I was.
I was stronger and he could never beat me. Even before his hand moved I knew how it would end. I would be the one standing and he would be crawling- this time...
The view is definitively better from here. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2197 Posts |
Posted - 10/07/2009 : 22:22:55
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She brews tea in a dragon-shaped pot. Incense thickens the air with Autumn. Cinnamon. Apple. Something like that. Hive of light at the corners of his eyes now. |
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rodeo
Swinger
  
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 10/07/2009 : 23:19:43
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Time didn't stand still; it flew...backwards.
There he was. Standing over the demon that I was to face. The expression on his face never changed, but the look in his eyes did...a look no one had ever seen. Except her.
I didn't know until it was over that it had happened before; many times long ago.
He said, "I need a drink...a real one".
I didn't know until it was over that it had happened before; many times long ago.
I could have died that day. I would have died that day.
I needed a drink...a real one.
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 10/08/2009 : 19:49:19
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When Melinda first knocked on my door Looking for a place to land, I told her that I had built walls Around my heart and that I was Never going to let anyone ever get Close enough to hurt me ever again...
Apparently I was mistaken...
Tonight, by the light of the full moon, My old heart found a new path thru the woods And into the river of pain...
Think I'll just sit here awhile And let the water wash over me...
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 10/09/2009 : 20:34:24
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As I finished the service for the boy's burial, the loud drunk continued laughing. He was still laughing as I put three holes in him and sent him to his own services. I will not abide rudeness in the face of death, or in the presence of the Lord- There has been enough of that and it will no longer stand in my presence. He looked good laying there face down, as if it was natural for him to be breathing dirt. Ashes to ashes, dirt to dirt... This piece of dirt has gone back to the dirt in the twinkling of an eye and I feel no sense of guilt as we finish covering the boy with the last few shovelfuls. I collect my fee and I climb on my horse's back and push her out of the camp, heading for the next burial. There is no shortage of paydays for me. Death is always in season here in this land and I am always more than ready to help them to their peace... or to send them there if need be.....
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 10/10/2009 : 13:24:17
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I fall in love a few times a day. At least. I don't mean walking by on the street sweaty, burning lust [tho thats a part of it] but unborn children and houses, apartments, trips, fights and all of it. Even tho we haven't spent but an eye catch moment already I feel the guilt of the fights and the wrong decisions I would have made.
Such a blessing and a curse. They keep my heart ticking quite long after it deserved to quit.
Are we all like that? I really don't know.
Christ, no wonder the world is so messed up... |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 10/11/2009 : 20:14:36
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She came upstairs and found him sitting in the rocker just looking out the window at a hawk flying over the yard and beyond that to the river.
He seemed sad. She thought of a rhyme... Eighty two and nothing left to do.
Did he have regrets? Were they his own or for his son? Were they because he had no grandchildren? Were they because his friends kept dying?
Or was it just a peaceful moment after breakfast and nothing much was wrong?
She knew. She shared the same life.
It was a beautiful Saturday morning in March looking down at the Hudson River.
Nothing much was wrong...
\[Hear Steve Goodman in your head, singing Mike Smith's The Dutchman. Margaret and Henry Beukema have been together over sixty years. They live on the banks of the Tappan Zee.] |
Edited by - buckman on 10/11/2009 20:38:37 |
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rodeo
Swinger
  
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 10/13/2009 : 08:03:11
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"The Big Lie (it just keeps a'changin')"
First, I said I was not as evil as he was.
Then I said they only died if they wouldn't take "no" for an answer.
Then I said, "She really loves ME".
Then I realized it was a lie.
Then I looked over at him and from the pit that we both shared, I said, "I'm taller than he is".
Finally, the truth.
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 10/14/2009 : 19:46:41
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She came out of the darkness, While I was just sailing along Waiting for forty to come And take me to a comfortable midlife.
Looking at her left me with the mumbles... The kind of woman I would never even look at because I wouldn't want to be hurt When she would go for somebody else And leave me Watching her walk away With that black dress and Those high heels. Weeks later when we were rolling merrily along My friends would wink at me When she would walk by at work And make comments like, Don't it make you proud And Why you? You dog.... Of all people...
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BarbraG
Windchimer
   
1825 Posts |
Posted - 10/14/2009 : 20:48:51
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Hank, Is this the way it's going to be with you and me? You sneak in and leave a note and you sneak out. We can't go on like this. What kind of relationship can we ever have without direct communication? How can you help me ..... oh, I know.... wait a second... I have an idea. ( That could be dangerous. ) Why don't you just continue to sneak around ... it's more fun that way... and, at least, I'll be able to know how you are on a regular basis. Be looking for you soon. Now, I know where to find you.
Take good care, and stay warm this Winter. Walk by the Hudson now and then for me..EVERY time I hear the name, I recall a plane that landed on it wrapped tightly in the hands of God.
Love ya, BarbraG |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 10/16/2009 : 20:40:03
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After the Fiesta I needed to be alone...
I ride NorthEast for many days Where to be October Means something... Where I ran and fished and hunted As a child and learned the ways Of the woods and of the Great One...
The trees are aflame in Their private moondance of fire... Against the blue of My Hudson Reflecting the cliff faces of Storm King It plays the illusion the Old Ones called Riverdeep mountainhigh...
I smile to think of my Other family Now gone on high that walked this riverbank With me so long ago...
Oh, They were so like the October trees, Aflame and dancing with color and Great beauty just before their private Winter came and turned them gray...
In the creeping darkness, I whisper a prayer That they would greet me in the spring As the trees will, Reborn and ready For another fling Around the Dancefloor...
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rodeo
Swinger
  
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 10/17/2009 : 12:43:25
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It's hard when you see
That that man that you're hatin'
Is you in ten years.
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Edited by - rodeo on 10/18/2009 08:39:58 |
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Craig
Firefly
    
Kyrgyzstan
3793 Posts |
Posted - 10/19/2009 : 20:05:26
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Random thoughts...
I was in the den, he was getting ready to go somewhere, I wasn't. He said, "OK, stay". I did. He walked out the back door, I didn't. He came back in, picked me up and wore out my backside. I cried...a lot. I was 3, he was 30.
I was running, running, running! My older brother, another friend and me. I was four years old. We were cornering by the cyclone fence. I slipped and fell. Hit my head straightways on the corner post. Momma wanted to know what happened. I was pushed. My brother got the alligator belt. I feel guilty to this day, almost fifty years later...
Going out with him, fishing. A small Scott, 16-footer. It was close to sunset, a Friday. He had talked about this moment for quite some time. I was lying in the bottom of the boat. He hooked a big bull redfish. It broke his wooden fishing rod that he had brought back from Japan while serving in the Navy during the Korean Conflict. He managed to land it in the boat, cut fingers from the fishing line and all. He was proud. I was too!
Long, hot days. Monotonous hours. Shrimping. East Bay. Robinson's Bayou. Troll for an hour. Pick up. Cull. Troll for an hour... tough and boring for a young fellow, but I was with my Dad.
Sun Oil Canal. A waterway between East Bay and the Intracoastal. Trolling one Saturday morning. The net was snagged. He took off his coveralls, preparing to dive in to get it loose. The six year old wanted nothing of it. He cried, worried that his father would get tangled up on the bottom. His father hid his laughter. He calmed down the young lad. He dove down twice, to no avail. He had to cut the port door off of the shrimp net. I was excited! An early day back home. This was only a fleeting optimism. We went to Charlie's Net Shop in High Island. Charlie lent him a door. Back to East Bay and the hot sun...
Moonlit night. A small craft fishing Moody's Reef. A seasoned waterman and his two sons. Fishing. Full moon reflecting on the slight chop. The boat was casually rocking. A few bites, nothing of significance, bait thieves, hardhead catfish or blue crab to be sure. Night's lodging in the old "duck hunters cabin". It offered us refuge for twenty five years...where I got my first rabbit. I didn't say I shot it, I just got it. Out of twenty-guage shells for the JC Higgins bolt action shotgun. An eleven year old Davy Crockett came across his first rabbit. It was dispatched much to his father's chagrin. (I still have that firearm. It will be given to Joshua Dylan Wilkins, about twenty some-odd years after he is born this December.)
The announcement. We are moving to Louisiana. Oh my God! But I am a Texan! I don't want to move over "there" with all those...those Cooneys!! My protest was to no avail...
All of my friend were left behind. I was distraught for a year. I had my twelveth birthday just outside Broussard. No friends, just family.
End of sixth grade. I scored the highest on the achievement tests. I scored in the 1st year of college level. (In Texas, we completed all of our school books. In Louisiana, well...you went just as far as you could go. If you got to the end, well, that was good. If you didn't? Well, that was OK, too.)
A year later, the children were asked about moving back to Texas. I was bound and determined to stay with all of those "Cooneys". I was getting to where I could understand them. It couldn't have been because I had a bit of French blood myself...just a bit. My father should have known. It was from his side. French Huguenots.
This is not the end of the story...just the beginning.
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Jonmark
Windchimer
   
USA
1791 Posts |
Posted - 10/19/2009 : 22:02:55
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Nice. |
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Karen Runk
Firefly
    
USA
4925 Posts |
Posted - 10/20/2009 : 09:45:47
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I hope you keep this in your files, Craig, for your children and g.children to read. This is great reading.
We all need to write things down about our childhood and pass it on. I must do that.....one of these days.
Karen Runk |
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Craig
Firefly
    
Kyrgyzstan
3793 Posts |
Posted - 10/20/2009 : 18:09:57
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The lives we live today are a result of what was written in our childhoods.
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 10/25/2009 : 16:40:10
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It's been quite awhile, my darlin Since we first took those long river walks Past the shops down in Garrison When I first heard the way your eyes talked
I think it was the start of the romance When you put your mouth close to my ear You whispered Forever, it's only forever I've waited for you to appear
Are they still serving beers down at Guinan's? Do the ladies still dance Irish nite? Do you think we can waltz by the fire Do you mind if I turn down the lights?
La da da, da da da, la da da dee La da da, da da da, la da da doo La da da, da da da, la da da day La da da, da da da, la doo....
We push and we strain, we run thru the rain Trying to find the right one There's no way to name it, no way to claim it But getting there's half of the fun
Are they still serving beers down at Guinan's? Do the ladies still dance Irish nite? Do you think we can waltz by the fire Do you mind if I turn down the lights?
La da da, da da da, la da da dee La da da, da da da, la da da doo La da da, da da da, la da da day La da da, da da da, la doo....
Hank Beukema - revbuckman music - 2008
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BarbraG
Windchimer
   
1825 Posts |
Posted - 10/28/2009 : 21:38:05
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The funeral procession advanced slowly into the cemetery where he was to be buried. What a life he had lived !! The celebration had just begun. He had brought so much joy to everyone he had met, taking nothing and giving everything. He was a man of the modern West, but he had always dreamed of living in the days of Bill Hickock and Wyatt Earp, with both guns blazing to stamp out those who would take from others and who would kill to get it.
His hearse was painted like an Indian pinto pony. Friends thought him a bit eccentric. Family adored him, knowing that the man in the pinto hearse was the best man, husband and father in the world. His legacy was the good he had done with the fortune he had amassed over the years. He had been a driving force in the lives of so many who had started out with nothing... His family was so proud of him.
"The evil that men do live after them ; the good is oft interred with their bones."
Time would tell, as the celebration of his life began to unfold on that snowy afternoon.... just a week ago today.
BGee
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Craig
Firefly
    
Kyrgyzstan
3793 Posts |
Posted - 10/29/2009 : 20:44:22
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Only write what you know. They'll know it when you lie. Be careful who you tell your secrets to...
Craig |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2197 Posts |
Posted - 10/31/2009 : 18:09:15
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-for Craig.
"...and no sunglasses after midnight..." |
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