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buckman
Firefly
USA
2820 Posts |
 Posted - 09/05/2010 : 15:43:53
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The same spirits haunt them both at night
Whispering shadows, doubts and fears.
Yesterday's hopes are tomorrow's choices
Moments of passion, hours of tears.
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rodeo
Swinger
USA
733 Posts |
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rodeo
Swinger
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 09/06/2010 : 14:46:32
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Never stand too close to someone who says, "I only want what I deserve".
There are a few...a very few, however, about whom the best that I can say, is:
"I hope she gets what she deserves".
Finis vitae sed non amoris |
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Craig
Firefly
Kyrgyzstan
3793 Posts |
Posted - 09/09/2010 : 18:35:42
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Saturday as I drove by, I saw a vaquero riding his horse...inside of an icehouse.
A few weeks ago I saw a clown...driving a car and talking on his mobile phone.
Many things I see are real but make no sense.
I can't see, touch, or hear pain.
I can only feel it...but it is real.
Craig |
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rodeo
Swinger
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 09/14/2010 : 08:09:13
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I went to Tennessee last week; my Grandmother had died.
I saw many relatives; some of them I'd not seen for fifeen or twenty years...or more.
We spent some wonderful time together; they have gotten very old. Very few of them had seen my two-year old daughter; she's beautiful; they say she looks like me when I was a child.
I have wonderful family; I am 57. |
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Karen Runk
Firefly
USA
4925 Posts |
Posted - 09/14/2010 : 15:09:49
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Today, I went to lunch with ladies I've known since Kindergarten. Two others I've know through church and highschool. It was a fun day catching up.
Karen Runk |
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1824 Posts |
Posted - 09/14/2010 : 19:43:29
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Today, I had an epidural ... for a herniated disc ..
Just sayin' ..
BGee |
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1824 Posts |
Posted - 09/14/2010 : 19:48:16
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Murdered !! He was in the seedy part of town, someone said, and
what was he doing there, asked someone else. Bludgeoned with a
crowbar. Wallet and car stolen .. It was announced on the radio
that an unidentified body had been found, and if anyone knew ....
A man called and said that the dead man might be his friend. He was.
But, what was he doing there ? |
Edited by - BarbraG on 09/14/2010 19:50:50 |
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1824 Posts |
Posted - 09/20/2010 : 22:05:51
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That had to hurt !!! Definitely !! Definitely had to hurt.
BGee |
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rodeo
Swinger
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 09/22/2010 : 04:32:52
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Stimulating conversations
Rare revealing revelations
We had a love to share
Were we the perfect pair?
I had my schizophrenic views  
She had her own bipolar moods  
Time passed; and as our love doubled
The four of us made the perfect couple
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rodeo
Swinger
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 09/23/2010 : 07:22:09
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Gunsmoke and Horses_ _t.
He was in the bar when the shooting started. Everyone asked what was going on; he didn’t have to.
He decided it was time to quit drinking. Funny; he was quitting for the same reason he started.
He said a prayer for the first time in 9 years and walked out the door and fell in step with his Father; walking towards four men that neither of them had ever seen before; they just kept coming. One after one after one, they joined each other in hell.
He hadn’t spoken to his Father….in 9 years. They looked at each other and nodded...then looked towards the men...some would enter eternity today.
A verse from Isaiah entered his head; the voice of God:
"I have sworn.
my mouth has uttered in all integrity
a word that will not be revoked:
Every knee will bow, every tongue will confess".
He thought that that confession would come too late for those men facing them.
“Let’s get to it, son”
“’K, Dad.” He didn’t choke on the word like he thought he would.
“I’ll go from left to right…you start with the ugly one”.
Without taking his eyes off the men in front of them, his Father said, "They're all ugly". |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2820 Posts |
Posted - 09/25/2010 : 15:55:14
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Great stuff Rodeo |
Edited by - buckman on 09/26/2010 19:15:27 |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2820 Posts |
Posted - 09/25/2010 : 15:59:02
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There was never a time laying next to her
That my soul did not feel blessed.
Hearts on fire don't burn on forever,
Passion and madness need rest.
Nights filled with magic, days on the run
Angels would look down and sigh.
Was there a moment, a change in her eyes
When forever turned into goodbye?
[I go down to the river,
and listen for the train.
But, all I hear is my own voice,
no mercy from the rain.
The angels have all left us now,
they took away my chance,
To hold you close just one more time
And whisper while we dance...]
There was never a good time to tell her,
I had too little heart left to share
I'd lost it on the road one night
Some days I still almost cared.
Tho' what's been lost and what's been gained
Still screams my name at night,
The morning's not so far away,
Keep dancing toward the light.
There was never the time to remember
Redemption begins on your knees.
It was always too much to ask of my wants
To think of another's needs.
And the nights got much longer,
the years grew more selfish,
the mirror never held a friend.
Yesterday's sorrow, tomorrow's promise
Do broken hearts ever mend?
[I go down to the river,
and listen for the train.
But, all I hear is my own voice,
no mercy from the rain.
The angels have all left us now,
they took away my chance,
To hold you close just one more time
And whisper while we dance...]
There was never a time laying next to her
That my soul did not feel blessed.
Hearts on fire don't burn on forever,
Passion and madness need rest.
Nights filled with magic, days on the run
Angels would look down and sigh.
Was there a moment, a change in her eyes
When forever turned into goodbye?
Hank Beukema revbuckmanmusic 2010 |
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Doug L
Firefly
Canada
5446 Posts |
Posted - 09/25/2010 : 20:40:26
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BODY & SOUL
So this is how the separation begins, the body no longer
a friendly host, calling out from its sleep with annoyance when
the soul comes in late, intoxicated, nudging tender places.
Where before there was rhapsody, the shoulder turned open,
now the body closes. Its dreams become exclusive, preferring
sleep to the touch that makes the blood sing up.
The union we have with our flesh is not permanent,
that essential trust not inviolable. The glowing soul may strut
while the body's fingers tremble, the urge to dance assaulting
joints which have lost their oil. In the dark, the soul is awake,
attuned to the growing distance, wheels on rain-wet roads,
sad for the first time again.
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San Diego
Swinger
508 Posts |
Posted - 09/25/2010 : 21:14:48
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Joe Z
Windchimer
USA
1819 Posts |
Posted - 09/27/2010 : 14:38:01
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That “eye for an eye” stuff in the Old Book is an easy sale. On a planet where paranoia roots itself like Southern California sticker patch, I-Me-Mine is quite literally a no brainer.
Personification of money is the illusion, while what matters most gets lost in the glitter. Where to draw the line is the debate, but when gold rules, the Golden Rule takes a rear seat.
Balance is the trick. We plunder for years and then apologize with tears. Winds from the south take the apology as Karma blows in from the west. When the two winds meet, a tornado forms.
Perpetual emotion.
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2173 Posts |
Posted - 09/27/2010 : 18:29:07
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Well, Henry... Six years you've kept the saloon open. I remember the first time you swung through those batwing doors. It was twilight. The sun was setting. I was sweeping the dirt into a pile by the door, watching the canyon catch fire. The place had been boarded up for a couple of years, but the slap of the cards, the rap of the glasses, the keening sound of that spectral dog remained in the air. And the haloed light over the card table. And Juarez in his singular chair. His voice split by divination...his cracked-in-half laughter...his well-worn wings...
I remember all the lives, old friend. To days gone by. |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2820 Posts |
Posted - 09/27/2010 : 18:44:13
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Ahhh.
The room goes on |
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rodeo
Swinger
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 09/27/2010 : 21:20:58
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"I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity."
-e.a. poe |
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1824 Posts |
Posted - 10/05/2010 : 20:02:58
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Sunlight radiates through the curtains as I write this on this cold October afternoon. The warmth of Summer has left suddenly, without warning. That's what suddenly is. No warning. But, that's okay for now. I can live with it. Missie's coat has grown in some since her last grooming...a sure sign of autumn leaves beginning to turn, with the winds whistling through the trees. Nature prepares her for the cold winds that blow, while I have to run for my coat. But, I love the changes that autumn brings. The beauty of it all is breathtaking at times, as I wait for the snows of Winter. And, before I know it..in just a few months..Newbury's words will come to mind when "Winter's in labor and soon will give birth to the Spring." Nature -- the wonder of it all.
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Edited by - BarbraG on 10/05/2010 20:07:17 |
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The Nightly Vigil