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Ailinn
Windchimer
2217 Posts |
 Posted - 01/29/2012 : 20:13:50
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His nautical charts dog-eared and finger-worn
Her rough woolen cloak heavy
Ocean-wet at the hem
Through the creak and shiver of seafaring days
They made their way back to Durrow
Mist-slicked cliffs and feral-prowling fog
Heathered moors insistent and foretelling
Stone cottage cobbled to a battle-trod road
Scrim of damp at the hearth's edge
Ashes from the past to enthrall them |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 02/02/2012 : 18:32:03
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Precious endings,anxious beginnings.
A rest stop on the road to eternity.
Eyes meet level as the waves tilt the table.
She holds her teacup as my coffee spills.
Her laugh echoes across the water and
into forever |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2217 Posts |
Posted - 02/13/2012 : 17:53:40
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| Union Station's high wheeled chandeliers. China Town and Mok's Gateway Dragons. Olvera Street's Guadalupe Virgins. She's weaving her way through clay pots and ten dollar painted guitars to his white shirt shining like a beacon through a crush of market umbrellas. The man at the night desk pays no attention when he registers with the dead poet's name. There's the souvenir snow globe on the nightstand. Crystal flakes sifting down through the trees. Sunshine exploding over a honky-tonk hotel. Their harrowed hearts, their two worlds side-by-side colliding. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2217 Posts |
Posted - 02/15/2012 : 20:35:35
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Dancing shadows on the wall
Reaching out for one another
I look into your eyes
And fall so endlessly
I can see forever |
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Karen Runk
Firefly
USA
4925 Posts |
Posted - 02/16/2012 : 18:12:09
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mmmmmm
Karen Runk |
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Bill Smith
Windchimer
2390 Posts |
Posted - 02/16/2012 : 22:44:48
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| Damned, damned, danmed, been there, done that. I just couldn't express it like that. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2217 Posts |
Posted - 02/17/2012 : 19:44:35
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"Lean on the dream...I'm holding your heart out of harm's way."
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San Diego
Swinger
509 Posts |
Posted - 02/18/2012 : 17:44:42
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| I want to drive to Ensenada before Easter. Beautiful mountains and vineyards. 70 miles down the Baja coast from Tijuana. A well-travelled road I would drive only in daylight. I've driven across the US alone several times since Stu died, but my sons are against this trip. Not Ensenada specifically, anywhere in Mexico. So I'm walking to Mirella's tonight. Soon. Five miles to Moonlight. A long flat beach against crumbling sandstone clifs. Waist-high water at high tide. Surreal fog and too much imagination. Is that kelp around my ankles? Mirella has family in Ensenada. True news. Last light is 6:03. High tide is 8pm. I'm carrying a Lumlite flashlight I can send messages to ships at sea. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2217 Posts |
Posted - 02/19/2012 : 20:38:00
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| There's the past always interrupting. Memories walking ahead. Turning back to glance over their shoulders. |
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rodeo
Swinger
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 02/20/2012 : 05:42:01
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"Time didn't stand still.
It flew...
...backwards". |
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Joe Z
Windchimer
USA
1819 Posts |
Posted - 02/22/2012 : 09:12:25
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"What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas," the salesman said.
"Yeah, right" I snapped. "You think I want to live in Vegas forever?" |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 02/25/2012 : 07:47:54
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Martina asked me if you could hear the sound of
One heart breaking
If there was no one there to care.
I said that the movement of the air from
One hand clapping could cause a
Hurricane on the other side of
The Earth.
She said
What little mind you had left
When I first met you
Has gone totally mad.
I said, Yes, I've noticed,
But it's the only charming quality
I still have... |
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San Diego
Swinger
509 Posts |
Posted - 03/04/2012 : 14:37:12
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| Some days an hour passes when I don't think of you. |
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Bill Smith
Windchimer
2390 Posts |
Posted - 03/05/2012 : 03:06:24
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I stared at the empty scarlet stained glass and realized that the wine was gone. It wouldn't be long before sunrise, so I walked out and sat on the porch swing to hear the birds start their singing, so I could sit there and watch the dawn and wish I were somewhere else. I'm not sure where I wish I was. Maybe I wish I were where you are. But, I don't really know where you are, and two people in different places can't be at the same place in one moment in time. I don't know why I didn't just go to sleep last night instead of sitting up and longing for you and remembering, remembering, remembering ........ things that maybe didn't really happen anyway.
I wish I were somewhere else. And I wish you were there with me. But, two people in different places can't be together. And the empty glass will soon be filled again.
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2217 Posts |
Posted - 03/05/2012 : 17:53:20
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You stand in the doorway
Not dead in the present
Your breath
Not apart
Not tonight |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2217 Posts |
Posted - 03/05/2012 : 17:57:09
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I'm waiting for the faults to slip or thrust
To rush across the bittersweet Border
Hand-made house at the end of a road
Beside the dream-sheened ocean
Salt spray and night-long constellations
Your mouth of lime invention
The ice around your fingers
Beginning to melt
Your eyes
Two resolute shadows
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 03/07/2012 : 18:50:31
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She came thru the darkness
And she gave me the first kiss
That I'd had in over a year
She asked if I missed us
Did I have any new loves
My eyes started filling with tears
I said You're the only
Girl that I wanted
Without you I haven't a prayer
I started out slowly
Treating her holy
Then I said all I'd wanted to share.
I so missed your cooking
And spending time looking
Into your face evry night
I missed all your laughing
And all the time having
The feeling evrything's alright
I missed your sweet ways
And spending those Saturdays
Drunk just from your perfume
That thrill of excitement
I always got whenever
You would walk in the room.
And she said...
You can walk on without me
You deserve to be free
Stop carrying me down the road
Feel the wind on your face
Enjoy running the race
Lay down your heavy load
Walk on without me
See all that you can be
Life will never be the same
Fly on with new wings
Discover some new things
Flying close to the flame.
Tell me all of your stories
And all of your glories
Don't worry we've got all night
She held me in her embrace
I felt her perfect grace
It seemed evrything was all right
We layed in each other's arms
So far from any harm
Not wanting to think of the dawn
I awoke to the empty bed
I shook my tired head
I looked around she was gone.
And she said...
You can walk on without me
You deserve to be free
Stop carrying me down the road
Feel the wind on your face
Enjoy running the race
Lay down your heavy load
Walk on without me
See what you can be
Life will never be the same
Fly on with new wings
Discover the new things
Flying close to the flames...
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2217 Posts |
Posted - 03/10/2012 : 15:59:51
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| This is the number. This is the door. This is Adam with his light two-knuckle knocking. A shatter of sleep then. An original dream. His rib cage rising and falling. "I know everything about you," he says the next/first morning, leaning up on one predestined elbow. Twist of sheets on his side kicked free. Dawn light coming into the scheme of it. |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 03/11/2012 : 18:11:19
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Scent of Emaraude mixing with the lilacs.
Beach on Martha's Vineyard at sunset,
surrounded by flat-headed Beetlebung and Menemsha trees.
Tanned skin making her white dress glow
as the tide comes in.
Last dance with her in the wet sand before
running away to California
and the rest of my life...
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San Diego
Swinger
509 Posts |
Posted - 03/11/2012 : 18:45:29
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| Rock Star. It traveled 105 miles over 11 nights at a top speed of 8 mph. From the desert's edge in Riverside to mid-Wilshire in downtown LA. It arrived Saturday morning at 4:25am to thunderous applause from a cheering crowd. 340 tons, 2 stories high. $70 thousand for the rock, $10 million for the project. "It looks a lot bigger in the city than it did in the quarry," said Michael Govan, Los Angeles County Museum Director. Visitors will be able to walk through a slot with the 680 thousand pounds of granite suspended 15 feet over their heads. The rock made the trip "shrink wrapped". |
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The Nightly Vigil