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Doug L
Firefly
    
Canada
5446 Posts |
Posted - 11/23/2011 : 23:24:27
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Birthday wishes to you, Rev, from coast to coast. |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 11/26/2011 : 08:03:49
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You were stronger than you thought you were When the world let you down The screams curled round inside your head But you never made a sound You asked if I really meant it That night I said I loved you Then you crawled under the blankets Never sure just what was true. Fantasy's colors turn to black and white When you give it a little time Spirits move, the moon's aglow Two worlds begin to rhyme The river flows by another year The mountains roll to the sea Road signs passed along the way Surrender the next key. We danced behind the waterfall Your skin was young and clear We saw a rainbow through the mist That memory worked for years Fantasy's colors turn to black and white When you give it a little time Spirits move, the moon's aglow Two worlds begin to rhyme The house turns cold, the heat pipes bang Tomorrow's another working day What's been lost and what's been gained As we struggle on our way? You were stronger than you thought you were When the world let you down The screams curled round inside your head But you never made a sound Fantasy's colors turn to black and white When you give it a little time Spirits move, the moon's aglow Two worlds begin to rhyme HB 2011 |
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Becka
Sitter

95 Posts |
Posted - 11/26/2011 : 12:47:09
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I vote this to be the best verse....
The river flows by another year The mountains roll to the sea Road signs passed along the way Surrender the next key. We danced behind the waterfall Your skin was young and clear We saw a rainbow through the mist That memory worked for years
Wowza! You done up and learnt to write!!  |
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BarbraG
Windchimer
   
1825 Posts |
Posted - 11/29/2011 : 23:15:22
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There is no rhyme nor reason .. to the way things are going down .. ...It's all I can do to stand upright .When I take a walk downtown .. No one sees me walking by ..and I don't stop to see If anyone is starting to cry -- .. at the idea of seeing .. me ! I lost my love and heart one day .. .. with never a warning in sight .. He just got in the car and rode away .. And, left me alone in the night .. He just left me .. alone.. in the night .. Sadness and heartache now live on the street .. where, once long ago .. we happened to meet ..Good night, Dear Heart, wherever you are I'll just look up tonight, and wish on that star -- ... wish on that star ..
BGee
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Bill Smith
Windchimer
   
2390 Posts |
Posted - 11/30/2011 : 00:05:51
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I was sittin' in the porch swing down there in Cooidge, Texas, with BB (that's what we called my grandma), and I was asking her about Big Papa (that's what they called my grandpa - he died during the year before I was born). I was very curious about death and how folks just keep going on afterward. She said, "I miss him everyday." I already knew that ... just by the way she acted. I looked up at her and told her that I would be scared to die. She put her arm around me and said, "Don't worry, Billy, when you get old it won't scare you." She was right.
I learned a lot on that porch swing. They had sidewalks in those days and a lot of the neighbors just walked by every evening and said hello and admired the flowers in the front yard and talked about the weather and their gardens and the price of whatever down at the main street grocery store. After dark I loved the high tech luxury of an electric fan and a radio that had tubes glowing in the back ... and .... innocence. Times gone by. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2217 Posts |
Posted - 12/19/2011 : 20:28:41
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Chloe and Mortimer. They had a high time together more 'an thirty years ago. When Mortimer passed, Chloe went over to the Home. Then that young singer feller came by. You know, the one who used to sit in the corner booth drinkin' coffee and smokin' cigarettes. He had that beat-up brown satchel full of writin' papers he'd spread all over the table. Saw him waitin' in the Lobby lookin' out through the garden door where Chloe was takin' the sun. "Hurts me to see her like that," he said. "All closed up in her nightie...no shoulders. Bothers me nobody comes to see her." I clearly remember him sayin' that. And the pained look in his eyes. "You did," I said. "Yeah, well..." he said, and followed the attendent down the long hall. They got on real swell, those two. An' he took to stoppin' by every other week. Brought his guitar sometimes. Yeah. You'd hear them both laughin'. He sang about the weather alot. Sunshine and rain. Oh, what was his name? Shoot! It's right on the tip of my tongue. Blue eyes, he had. Truly blue. |
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Becka
Sitter

95 Posts |
Posted - 12/28/2011 : 16:56:05
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Wow! We had the same kind of evenings in Bessemer, Alabama as they did in Coolidge, Texas.... 'cept we didn't have sidewalks. xxquote: Originally posted by Bill Smith
I was sittin' in the porch swing down there in Cooidge, Texas, with BB (that's what we called my grandma), and I was asking her about Big Papa (that's what they called my grandpa - he died during the year before I was born). I was very curious about death and how folks just keep going on afterward. She said, "I miss him everyday." I already knew that ... just by the way she acted. I looked up at her and told her that I would be scared to die. She put her arm around me and said, "Don't worry, Billy, when you get old it won't scare you." She was right.
I learned a lot on that porch swing. They had sidewalks in those days and a lot of the neighbors just walked by every evening and said hello and admired the flowers in the front yard and talked about the weather and their gardens and the price of whatever down at the main street grocery store. After dark I loved the high tech luxury of an electric fan and a radio that had tubes glowing in the back ... and .... innocence. Times gone by.
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 01/07/2012 : 20:40:52
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I could have sworn I had told her I had nothing left to give The future made no promises Velvet days and nights were lived. [The spark tastes too delicious It's so hard to be denied Our hearts are fed by wishes And starved by foolish pride.] It's what dreams are made of On starry starry nights It's what leads to madness And the wrong thing feeling right. It's the agony and ecstacy With almost nothing in between It's what makes us bear the world The leaves fall, the grass turns green We do the dance and we lick our lips And we never see the bruise It's a lover that we think we want It's a friend we always lose. [The lips, the nights, the tangled hair Then days without desire It doesn't take a hurricane To take the spark out of the fire.] It's what dreams are made of On starry starry nights It's what leads to madness And the wrong thing feeling right. It's the agony and ecstacy With almost nothing in between It's what makes us bear the world The leaves fall, the grass turns green I could have sworn I had told her I had nothing left to give The future made no promises Velvet days and nights were lived. [The spark tastes too delicious It's so hard to be denied Our hearts are fed by wishes And starved by foolish pride.]
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rodeo
Swinger
  
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 01/12/2012 : 11:41:43
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Once again, sir, you have read my mail.
"...I'm torn...my heart is worn down to the coals and ashes that are all that's left when the fire is nearly gone..." circle c, jhurt,jhutch,jraley
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 01/14/2012 : 06:38:20
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She appeared out of the silence.
Glow of a fire from far off down the beach. Curve of hips against the ocean. Tangy taste of saltwater on her lips, hair slick and shiny in the moonlight.
Arms encircling bare backs. Breathing coming in gulps, throats growing huskier...
Laying entwined in the sand, legs around legs, arm over chest, she asked me if I had remembered to turn off the coffee pot..
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2217 Posts |
Posted - 01/16/2012 : 19:26:17
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"No color! No color!" the client says, "Shadows!" He points to a sample called "graphite". (What does that tell you?) He's black and white. Not a red man. Spades and clubs only. No diamonds or hearts for his Goth Salon and amulet-driven dream. Birds that swim in glass. Fish that fly in trees. "...and this buckle to hold the sky there," he points. "Can you do somethin' with that, honey?" "What do you want exactly," I ask him. "The River Styx," he says. It'll take a little alizarin crimson to make that buckle shine. |
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Doug L
Firefly
    
Canada
5446 Posts |
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San Diego
Swinger
  
509 Posts |
Posted - 01/18/2012 : 06:52:36
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Doug, Lovely to hear this this morning. Out into the bumper to bumper. |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 01/18/2012 : 18:30:45
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quote: Originally posted by San Diego
-for Reverend B Wim Wenders "Pina". If it comes to your town, see it.
"Dance, dance, otherwise we are lost." -Pina Bausch
Thank you, I will |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 01/21/2012 : 18:22:37
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If you pass the stray thought that you have nothing left to lose, and linger, then you also have to be reminded of just what it was that you lost; or squandered, or misplaced or had ripped away or outlived.
Not lingering is best; the days are so long, the nights are so short and the mornings come too fast. But, we all keep working and Smiling and dancing our way thru waiting for that next shift.
But, Oh, how the legs seem to get weaker every day |
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San Diego
Swinger
  
509 Posts |
Posted - 01/22/2012 : 18:30:40
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Friday night Creative Writing Class-
Robber's filling me in on the scene in the Dayroom; "...an' Marco's practicing his killer-for-hire glare in the micro...too many Bobby DeNiro movies! An', oh! Place-setting for two for Alma an' her attitude, PLEASE!" Marco's one of the cooks at Sunrise, and Alma, well... Miss Jersey Shores 1944, and don't you ever forget it! Had eyes for McKenna since the day he showed up with that blue Bic tucked behind his ear. Fair Elise, authentically guileless, had the inside track from the get-go. That's what irritates Alma so. "Miss Alma, you jus' gotta stop scratchin' that itch an' get yourself another hobby! I told her," Robber says. Meanwhile, Elise and McKenna, (now Mr. and Mrs.) coo by the etched Bird of Paradise window. "Kinda makes ya believe there's hope for us all," Marco says later, jabbing me with his sharp elbow to show he's not sentimental.
Note to Joe Z: I never mentioned the movie, Somewhere In Time. They've got a kind of magic I won't mess with. Love to you. Ro |
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Bill Smith
Windchimer
   
2390 Posts |
Posted - 01/22/2012 : 20:55:07
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Damned, I was gonna' drop by and leave a line or two, but I can't compete with y'all. I'll be back tomorrow night in disguise and give it a shot. That way, you won't know it's me, and I won't be embarrased. Hmmmmmmmmmmm, what we a good disguise? How about "pseudonymn" I probably didn't spell that right?
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2217 Posts |
Posted - 01/23/2012 : 18:04:26
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Denny's on Sunset at 3am. Between CBS and ABC. The show that never closes. Handy if you're doing live feed to the east coast and need a muffin fix and coffee. Call ahead and they'll be waiting for you at the register. Lou D's secret maple butter in a tub on the side. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2217 Posts |
Posted - 01/23/2012 : 18:07:49
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And then there was the night... That night. "Hop in," he said. The blooming moon, the astonishing star-pierced sky. The night turning blue. The lights from the city disappearing. His elbow out the window. A web of back roads in the corner of his eye. |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 01/26/2012 : 17:08:33
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It was twenty years ago this spring. I told her we needed to go for a ride. As we crossed the reservoir, I said, Do you ever think about the minutes just before a moment that you will remember the rest of your life?
She laughed and said, No, honey, why?
I said, This is one of them and I began to tell her about Martina...
I'll never forget that laugh. |
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