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Ailinn
Windchimer
2154 Posts |
 Posted - 05/27/2010 : 16:28:32
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-for Joe Z
Angels at the window staring in. Curious and still. |
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rodeo
Swinger
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 05/27/2010 : 18:02:19
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They were told that these things would not happen during their lifetime, but many years later, during yours.......It is all so wonderful that even the angels are eagerly watching these things happen.
1 Peter 1:12 |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2154 Posts |
Posted - 05/27/2010 : 18:55:12
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| There are nights when she leaves her body to follow his. When she stands in the open door of his heart holding her breath five miles from the border. Nights with candles and shadows and trellised roses at the door. |
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Doug L
Firefly
Canada
5446 Posts |
Posted - 05/31/2010 : 06:56:03
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HANEY
Ol' Haney in the kitchen
Detached from all he's known
Don't pay him much attention now
Leave him be alone
Smoking home-rolled cigarettes
Since Ethel passed away
They'd both taken to talkin' less
Wasn't much to say
And remembering is trouble
Old age can be a curse
Haney once said bad luck's there
To save us all from worse
Save us all from worse
That kitchen table Haney has
Cracks deep in the wood
His wife'd scrub it awful hard
Didn't do much good
Jam and dirt and whiskey
Sealed the cracks like glue
A table like that, I'm not sure
If it was ever new
He'd smoke, she'd read the Bible
He'd cough, she'd quote a verse
Haney told me bad luck's there
To save us all from worse
Save us all from worse
Winter's hard on older folks
Can't make it to the store
Grand kids all living far away
At work or off to war
Ain't like it was before
He sits there by the door
When Ethel died he got a kitten
Gave the cat her name
Calls that kitty Ethel Jr
Life goes on the same
Smokin' in the kitchen
Whiskey in a glass
Bible on the table
Where she set it last
When it comes to eatin'
He feeds Ethel Jr first
Bad luck, Haney told me
Is there to save us all from worse
Save us all from worse
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1824 Posts |
Posted - 05/31/2010 : 18:06:31
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You can't go home again, they say..
How can you go that far?
The folks you loved and left behind --
each followed their own star..
It ain't what it used to be, you see
Though dreams are drifting by..
Of times you loved from long ago..
and memories that make you cry ..
You can't go home again and see
the old porch rockers from the past..
When loved ones sat and rocked at night
and spoke of things they thought would last..
There is some comfort in looking back--
But, you can't get there from here..
So, hold your memories and your dreams..
So that you'll always ... have them near ..
You can't go home again .....
...... they say ...
BGee
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Karen Runk
Firefly
USA
4925 Posts |
Posted - 05/31/2010 : 18:59:59
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Sigh.....and sigh, again
Karen Runk |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2818 Posts |
Posted - 06/01/2010 : 19:31:48
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I sat in the dark in the back of the saloon,
saving the world...
I could smell the fear,
the loneliness and the desperation in the room.
And that was just me.
OK, just kidding. I wasn't afraid.
The other two things just sorta grew on me,
like hunger, no, that's not exactly right;
more like lines on a man's face.
After years of not looking,
one day they were just there.
Loneliness and desperation were okay,
but what with what I did,
fear was not, I thought
as I reached for the green bottle
and looked at the gun lying next to it...
One for the lonely, one for the fear;
The desperation I let go it's own way.
Like hunger, it helped me keep an edge...
It was good for business...
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Joey L.
Swinger
USA
1383 Posts |
Posted - 06/03/2010 : 18:38:15
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TIME.
..... lay me down in the verdant green ...
The Future's Not ... |
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Karen Runk
Firefly
USA
4925 Posts |
Posted - 06/04/2010 : 20:40:49
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It is a quiet night in this room
Karen Runk |
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Dave
Swinger
USA
1397 Posts |
Posted - 06/04/2010 : 20:47:24
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| As it should be.. |
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Craig
Firefly
Kyrgyzstan
3793 Posts |
Posted - 06/04/2010 : 20:49:16
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Yes. As it should be...
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1824 Posts |
Posted - 06/04/2010 : 20:51:32
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Oil in the Gulf. Fear in the eyes of the residents. Tourist
season cancelled. Pockets and cupboards empty. The peace found
on the beach gone. Hurricane season is nigh. Or, is it? Not
one hit our shores last year. Pray for another "no hurricane"
summer.
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2818 Posts |
Posted - 06/04/2010 : 21:14:10
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I love this old room...
The figurines on the tabletops,
the dusty pictures on the walls,
the white bearded handsome man
that sings his waltzes quietly in the corner...
The friends stopping by on the odd nite.....
But, Oh what a pallette
the Irish Lady paints with!
Her colours from The West
set my heart ablaze!
I could listen to her paint all nite...
~*~ My heart is with you~*~ |
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1824 Posts |
Posted - 06/05/2010 : 09:41:34
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"I could listen to her paint all nite. "
I love that line, Hank.
Hope you are well.
Barb
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Virginia
Swinger
723 Posts |
Posted - 06/05/2010 : 09:47:07
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But, Oh what a pallette
the Irish Lady paints with!
Her colours from The West
set my heart ablaze!
She does indeed... |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2818 Posts |
Posted - 06/06/2010 : 03:28:13
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DANCE ON ALONE
I know what you think,
you've told me enough,
Stop dwelling on it, on them
Move on,
Enough,
Get outside yourself, stop whining...
But, it's not just for me anymore,
Though it is certainly for me, too;
There are those that need to know
That think that they are the only ones
That have had to go on and go on and
Go so many years without...
Without that son or daughter or lover.
Husband or wife.
There is comfort in numbers even if the number
Is only two.
Do you know why they say a piece of you dies
When someone you love dies?
When you are intimate with a woman or a son,
A man or a daughter,
There are things you share with each of them that
No one else in the world will Ever know...
Pieces of you and who you are
That after they're gone
You're not sure if you made it up or if it
Was really ever there at all.
So you go on, less of You
Than you started with, but
With more heart and a thicker
Skin than you had before...
But you put one foot out,
And bring it back,
Move the other over
And bring it back;
Curl your arm out into the empty space
In front of you
And you dance on alone
In the dark
With no music
With no rhythm...
Until someone comes along
And turns the light on for you.
Hank Beukema BarbSong Publishing-2005
[ROR, Rudy sends his love and affection]
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Jonmark
Windchimer
USA
1791 Posts |
Posted - 06/06/2010 : 11:34:23
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Nice Hank. |
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1824 Posts |
Posted - 06/06/2010 : 19:17:23
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Hank,
The way you lay your heart out there when you write is
a powerful release for you in some way, I hope.
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rodeo
Swinger
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 06/07/2010 : 12:52:29
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Dude,
"The way you lay your heart out there when you write is
a powerful release"....For A Lot of US!!!.
Sort of like therapy by proxy...
or, no, wait....ever hear about "sin-eaters" from back in the old days?
Yeah, that's the ticket.
rjr
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rodeo
Swinger
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 06/07/2010 : 13:06:32
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All the Ongoing goings-on of all that’s gone on…and on.
Not a day went by that he didn’t get caught somewhere between what should have been and how it all fell apart.
Not a night, not a moon, not a ride down by the old mill…and those pesky happy couples walking, smiling, damn.
Even when he went all the way to Danville for supplies, he was reminded that he went there so he wouldn't see her.
…everything reminded him of her.
If he only knew that all those things reminded her…of him.
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