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Ailinn
Windchimer
2196 Posts |
 Posted - 10/31/2009 : 18:14:33
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It was a long time ago and a cold night when they crossed the River Shannon. In the denser light of Durrow they trod the cobbled shore. Up the hill to the house he invented. Feathers poking out of the quilt on their high iron bed. A bed they had to climb up into. "Forget time and what rhymes with it, Lady," he cautioned.
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2196 Posts |
Posted - 10/31/2009 : 18:22:16
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| A spectral fog rolls in on the coast of southern California. The stones turn and murmur under the sea. The moon taps its slender foot impatiently. His chair makes a scraping sound when he rises. She doesn't ask what brings him to his feet so abruptly. He's been sitting there quietly for centuries. The guttering candles in cups in the corner. The shuttered window and watery light. His one hundred reflections in the mirror in the middle of the night. The touched hand...the barrier broken...his walking shoes waiting beside the totem-edged shore. |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 11/01/2009 : 06:02:14
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I said to Melinda,
I SO much disagree
with the notion of
"if I could do itallagainIwouldn'tchangeathing"
that it makes me just
a little nervous even turning
the clock back an hour.
She said,
I think I'd do it again, though
and just change
a few moments...
Yeah, I hear that, I whispered.
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 11/01/2009 : 06:04:16
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Melinda said to me
You know it's not that big a leap
To think we might grow old together...
I said, it's beginning to feel more like
We might grow young together...
After I knew she was asleep
I sang Way Over Yonder in the Minor Key
Into her silent ear...
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rodeo
Swinger
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 11/01/2009 : 16:23:09
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She said,"It's hard for me to see how one little boy got so ugly".
I say, "Thank the Lord for little girls who love ugly boys".  
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2196 Posts |
Posted - 11/01/2009 : 16:53:18
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| He stands at the campfire watching the bonnet-tops of the wagons disappear into mirage. She hastily unpacks her rescued trousseau. A star falls. Some shards of broken moon. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2196 Posts |
Posted - 11/01/2009 : 16:56:59
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| A talisman, an amulet, a pebble in his shoe. Won't let him sleep sleepwalking. The dream distilling until he steps through a hole in November's sky. Now they're dancing out on the rain-slick street. His damp cheek against her cheek. |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 11/07/2009 : 07:46:53
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A tourniquet for the heart.
Wounds that no longer bleed.
Dreams with no visions.
Trees with no leaves.
Still digging underground
searching for the sunlight. |
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rodeo
Swinger
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 11/15/2009 : 16:04:15
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Cauterized by time
Deeds cause no pain and no strife
The wounds… part of life
Threw it all away
Choosing to go on alone
Doubt’s ugly head…gone
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1825 Posts |
Posted - 11/15/2009 : 19:17:00
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Cruisin'. After midnight on unlit streets in the sad
part of town. Notice I said 'sad' and not 'bad'. Hungry
children trying to sleep. In my own little town. I feel
so guilty, having enough to eat and never having been
hungry. Local churches turn their heads toward Haiti or
Africa to minister to hungry children. What about the ones
in their own back yard? I don't get it. I just don't.
Is it me? We are flying over mission fields to get to
mission fields. There is enough money in my town to
take care of these children and allow them to believe that
America is a good and safe place to live. These hungry
babes are not the future of America ... they are the past.
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 12/06/2009 : 18:27:26
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So I said to Planet Melinda
while sitting in the first basement
of Trump Tower waiting for Ralph [the Hudson River Bipolar bear]
to come out of Tiffany's
[it's a long story; not now]
Do you hear Bob Dylan singing
The First Noel, real faintly?
She said, I can't hear anything
with the Australian sitting
across from you yelling at you.
What did you do to him?
I said, Nothing, I was just making faces
in the general direction of his wife,
thinking she was hearing the Dylan too
and was wondering if it was only us
that had gone nuts or if others
heard it too...
So whadda you think?
She said, I think Ralph better
come out of Tiffany's real quick
or you're gonna have a Vegemite
sandwich up your ass.
It's good to have the Polar Bear back. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2196 Posts |
Posted - 12/06/2009 : 19:57:40
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| Haloed street lamps. Gleam on all the glasses. A ragged fog on Route 1. Leap of faith, he says. She says, You bet your boots, Boy. The long wick wavering between them when the waiter lights the candles. He knows she'll steal the grape-shaped bottle small enough to fit in her pocket. She'll set it on the shelf by the window he looks out of every day. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2196 Posts |
Posted - 12/10/2009 : 17:17:53
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| Driving in sunlight was most of it. His elbow out the window freckling up. The map on the dashboard holding true to its code. Yesterdays in the rear-view mirror. Eternal tomorrow around the next bend. The movie looping over his profile. The miles running out of breath. They found themselves under the moon and stars in the lunar Tamarisk Grove. Divine triangulation. Sand swirling around the mesquite. The season changing. The night turning cold. The lights from Ranchita disappearing. She held on to him. So reliably alive. His breath and fingerprints everywhere. |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 12/13/2009 : 06:30:24
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Whistle me a up a tune, Mick
My heart is breaking in two
I'm spending the nite with
my closest friends,
Her memory, a bottle and you.
Sing me a sad one like only you can
I know there's more left in this heart
It's a long train we're runnin
Gettin faster each day
But we've come so far from the start
What ever she took,
she took me by chance,
It was all we could do just to stand
The first days were wild
The nites all aglow
There was still time for holding hands.
Some things you lose
Others you burn
Some just get taken away
Nights filled with whiskey,
The days fueled by pills
It's gonna stop hurting today
So, Whistle me up a tune, Mick
The night is just right for two.
An empty glass toast
to beginnings and ends
Her memory, a bottle and you.
Sing us of blue skies and being a man
Fade the words right into the art
It's a long road we're drivin
But gettin shorter each day
We've come so far from the start
Sometimes all it takes
Is one little dance
You feel it, she's holding your hand
The days of the child
The years watching him grow
Are stored safe in another land
Sounds like the blues
But some days you learn
Some just get taken away
Words chase the whiskey,
The mountains are hills
It's gonna stop hurting today
So, Whistle me up a tune, Mick
The night is just right for two.
An empty glass toast
to beginnings and ends
Her memory, a bottle and you.
Sing us of blue skies and being a man
Fade the words right into the art
It's a long road we're drivin
But gettin shorter each day
We've come so far from the start
Hank Beukema revbuckmanMusic - 2009
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 12/14/2009 : 19:19:09
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Marionette on a string.
Looking up, wondering.
Faultless creation gone astray.
Too long searching for fun in the wrong places.
Carnival music background to a memory.
Calliope churning out dance music.
What's a poor wooden boy to do,
But dance?
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1825 Posts |
Posted - 12/15/2009 : 22:48:37
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HANK !!!!
I love love LOVE "Whistle Me Up A Tune, Mick".... is that the
title?
You have a way of writing your way right into my brain and my
heart, always leaving me wanting for more. One of these days,
I'm going to follow your thread and print all of your work.
PLEASE stop staying away so long. This is where you minister
to those who long to be able to write like you, and also long
to know how you are doing.
Love,
BarbraG
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 12/16/2009 : 15:33:48
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The first thought every day
The first breath upon waking
The first step onto the floor
Will be about him... or her...
There is no shame, no blame, no pity
in this for however long it lasts.
Everyone left behind
has a different capacity for survival.
But the scar, whether healed or healing
will stay always, as it should,
as a reminder of a flame that burned
so brightly and
a spirit that will never leave you...
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 12/20/2009 : 11:32:33
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Melinda asked me if I would tell her
What I could never tell Carmelita or my horse.
I told her that
Truth be told,
I had forgotten where I hid the moon...
I said,
I was hoping you could help me with that... |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2196 Posts |
Posted - 12/20/2009 : 15:15:26
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Making Movies
Where the dead live
Peace comes armed
The moment he backs out of
The Mercantile Bank's double doors
Jump cut to Overland Stage arriving
Cloud of dust when the woman steps down
Wide angle shot of tumbleweed
Zigzagging down State and Main
Close up of principal's guns blazing
Freeze the frame, then
Fade to black
Smash cut to hilltop cemetery
Zoom in on the granite stone
Outside the arc lights periphery
Many hands are wringing
Many eyes are stinging with tears
In spite of it all
He keeps his identity clean
He reads her folded letter;
'How's the Rodeo Circuit
Or are you still riding for the Brand?
I'm wearing the gold ring
You left in your old saddlebag
(Your handwriting
Your dream
The plot in your heart
God sees)'
He tips back in his gravity-defying chair
Shuffles the cards and deals
Years notched with a rusty knife
Into the old pine-top table
He's a dangerous editor
A permanent cut
Sends no messenger with ardent reprieve
So close your eyes, he says
Fold your hands over mine
Put your mouth against my ear
And breathe
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2196 Posts |
Posted - 12/20/2009 : 15:17:27
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Some nights last forever.
Some dreams never die.
Mickey Newbury |
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The Nightly Vigil