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BarbraG
Windchimer
1825 Posts |
 Posted - 03/01/2010 : 20:28:59
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The Walking Wounded souls are everywhere. They come back... or
do they? Pictures permanently branded inside their brains are
ever before them, surrounding them like a python, squeezing their
last bits of sanity away... War is hell on the homefront,
when they return. They're looking for what they knew as "home",
but they never really find it again. It's lost to them ...
forever buried on a faraway battlefield ... in their minds. The ones who don't come back walking
may not be the ones who suffer the most... How can we ever know?
Our children .. straight from high school .. into war -- still manage
to die like men, I've heard. If that gives comfort to anyone,
let it be me.
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2196 Posts |
Posted - 03/04/2010 : 17:49:26
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Casa Del Zorro. For sale behind chicken wire now. The money left town just ahead of the Feds. BANG! How he loves her aim. The way her hand comes up firing green bottles and beer cans off the broken stone wall.
"Take your sunglasses off," he says. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2196 Posts |
Posted - 03/06/2010 : 17:24:02
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We've been friends long enough, he says
Patting the tortillas dry
Letting some cigarette ash fall into the cornmeal
I look up from the shredded lettuce and cheese
He gets edgy when I don't meet his eyes
So I look up
But I don't say a word
Hey
No use fishing for trouble
And look at him
Something is about to sneak up on him
And he knows it
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 03/06/2010 : 19:33:06
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Been feeling lately,
like something is sneaking up on me.
Or pushing me towards a cliff
that I can't see.
But I still have that
tiny, idiotic
mustard-seed of faith
that I will
someday learn to fly.
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 03/07/2010 : 08:05:28
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Angels I have never seen
but only heard,
wrap me in their wings
and carry me thru the nite.
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2196 Posts |
Posted - 03/07/2010 : 18:25:58
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Making Movies
"You're the AD, Baby. You scout the location," he says. So they move to the high house at the ocean end of town where the pavement ends and the gravel path narrows. Hard to see with all those trees around. He has to walk out to the road to collect the mail. She climbs twenty-one steps to fill the bird feeders. One morning a WIDE LOAD truck arrives with a Fayetteville gazebo and a Del Mar gondola balloon. A bright red crane sets them down on the edge of the bluff. Sandstone riprapping down the cliff side. That night, blushing clouds at sunset when the Sky West Express glides into Palomar. Hot stars above. Alive for hours. Wide-angle shot. Diffusion filter. Cue music. Pan out to ships at sea. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2196 Posts |
Posted - 03/09/2010 : 19:06:23
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"No dark books," he says. Pieces of bright sky falling.
"...where the bougainvillea brazenly dreams," he says, "...that story."
He's redesigning History in the kitchen. Many napkins. Gold ink. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2196 Posts |
Posted - 03/11/2010 : 17:17:20
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| She wants him on the street. Gold locket watch in his pocket. Pistol in his boot. Laughing when he falls through that hole in the sky, white shirt shining. And there he is! Stepping over cracks in the sidewalk. Whistling a tune that makes her lean against him. |
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Bill Smith
Windchimer
2390 Posts |
Posted - 03/11/2010 : 18:57:40
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And I looked at her in disbelief, ....... slowly ...... and said ....
I think I'll ........ have another drink. |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 03/12/2010 : 15:58:53
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As my fingers gripped the slippery rocks
that made up the wall of the dank,dark
well I found myself in, I heard a voice
and looked up at a beautiful face
looking down at me.
If I throw you a rope, she said,
maybe I can save you.
That's okay. I'm fine,
I said,
I'm just getting good at this.
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rodeo
Swinger
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 03/12/2010 : 16:45:18
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We stay where we are
See that rope? We don’t take it
Rev…I don't get it.
Please 'scuse the haikus |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 03/13/2010 : 07:18:21
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Choices, Ro.
The rope or the heart? |
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andrew p
Firefly
USA
3936 Posts |
Posted - 03/13/2010 : 09:02:00
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What we've done, and where we've been...eventually leads us to what we do, and where we are.
Life's a journey, not a destination.
andrew
"Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet." ~Roger Miller~ |
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rodeo
Swinger
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 03/13/2010 : 12:07:03
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quote:
Originally posted by buckman
Choices, Ro.
The rope or the heart?
Oh-h-h....OK, then. I take the heart!
no, wait---the rope...
no...wait...I thought my heart said take the rope
crap
"If everybody went to heaven they'd run out of room...." Rev Buckman |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2196 Posts |
Posted - 03/14/2010 : 16:51:58
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| It's midnight. She's at the bar wearing sunglasses. She asks him for a light in French. Asks him if he is American. "Yes, Ma'am," he says, thumbing a flared match to her Marlboro. Later, he says, "How often do you run into someone who changes your life?" The riotous flowers Mardi Gras faces. The hot wind licking the plates. Down the sand-blown road a furious sunshine. At the edge of the continent it's all about water...and the tide rising under your bed. |
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rodeo
Swinger
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 03/17/2010 : 06:38:24
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He digs the next hole
He hits the bottom once more
He climbs out again
Looking for a hand
He never seems to find it
He still struggles out
Bouncing back again
He fears that next time he'll break
The holes are still there |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 03/19/2010 : 16:59:32
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IS IT ONLY ME?
Why does evrybody seem afraid
of doing something wrong?
There isn't any hurry
But I can only wait so long.
Her eyes alone can take me
to the edges of the sky
Her lips can leave me speechless
and make me wonder why....
Is it only me in love this time
or do I have a chance
To make up for all the years
I'd forgotten how to dance?
Been around the world and back
To the sun, the stars, the moon
Is this the one that's special
Did my heart give up too soon?
Why does love seem sometimes to
come in like a breeze
Such a little girl to
bring an old man to his knees
Evrywhere is nowhere
If I cannot see her face
Redemption's just a word tonight
Inside this empty space
Ask me too many questions
I'll fill you full of lies
Any thought I start to have
Begins inside those eyes
That thought alone can take me
to the edges of the sky
Her lips can leave me speechless
and make me wonder why....
Is it only me in love this time
or do I have a chance
To make up for all the years
I'd forgotten how to dance
Been around the world and back
To the sun, the stars, the moon
Is this the one that's special
Did my heart give in too soon?
Hank Beukema - revbuckmanmusic -2010
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 03/19/2010 : 19:28:14
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She was a long lost reminder
of the man I could've been
The doors I should've walked on by
The ones that drew me in
Everyday another mile
Further from that dream
Reminding me that flesh & blood
Are not all that they seem
She stumbled in late that night
When I'd given up the chase
I'd put oceans of whiskey down
But had one more for the taste
They all look like angels
When it's quarter after three
Her eyes were used to darkness
A warm body filled the need
It's a tunnel running nowhere
I love the life I lead
It's me that flies and me that cries
While those around me bleed
Evrytime she made that sound
I touched her deep inside
The water's getting colder
The river seems so wide.
She was a long lost reminder
of the man I could've been
The doors I should've walked on by
The ones that drew me in
Everyday another mile
Further from that dream
Reminding me that flesh & blood
Are not all that they seem
Hank Beukema revbuckman music - 2010
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2196 Posts |
Posted - 03/21/2010 : 15:42:17
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-for Craig
The Twain thing. Man In White is a book length rebuttal to biographers who have presented Twain's waning days as ones of unrelieved bitterness and pain. Twain's moods changed frequently. It's unrealistic to saddle him with one dominant emotion during his final years, when he was as likely to assume the part of joker as well as that of the angry prophet. Not so for Laura Trombley's sour Mark Twain's Other Woman.
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Historical note: Clara Clemens, Twain's oldest daughter who died in 1962, spent her final years at the Bahia Hotel on Mission Bay in San Diego. |
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Doug L
Firefly
Canada
5446 Posts |
Posted - 03/21/2010 : 19:02:19
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Sometimes I yawn so widely
that a tear rolls down my cheek. |
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The Nightly Vigil