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Ailinn
Windchimer
2173 Posts |
 Posted - 10/29/2011 : 18:55:05
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He watches her hands move against the clay. The vessels she
makes enchant him. Their fullness and fluted edge. Under
crow-tangled branches she fires the piece in a tree hollowed
out by lightning. He brushes cinders away from her cut glass
cheekbones. Her smile is brazen. Her dress is candy-apple red.
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2173 Posts |
Posted - 10/29/2011 : 18:58:44
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She said, I have no plot but to keep him alive.
Her heart-shaped shovel and starry tears. Her
ruby-stung ears and bell-tied shoes waterlogged.
The night with its black velvet ribbon undone.
Ash in his hair, honey on his tongue. |
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Doug L
Firefly
Canada
5446 Posts |
Posted - 10/30/2011 : 01:29:31
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BREAUX BRIDGE, LOUISIANA
Breaux Bridge, Louisiana
On the way to New Orleans
A plate of crawfish etouffee
A band of Cajun teens
Twin fiddles and accordion
The washboard player beams
Breaux Bridge, Louisiana
On the way to New Orleans
These young kids know old zydeco
That bow cuts like a knife
Solitude and comin' home
Songs of the shrimping life
Double-stops and two-step hops
Tradition, alive and well
Love and pain and pourin' rain
A dancin' Creole belle
The winds blow in from Kaplan
From Lake Charles, Bayou Noir
The soul of Clifton Chenier
Haunts this roadside bar
Now they play the 'Lovebridge Waltz'
By old Iry LeJeune
Iry's been dead fifty years
He's alive inside this room
A photograph of Harry Chaotes
Framed up on the wall
Queen Ida's there beside him
Smilin' on us all
Give me bontemps tout les temps
Give me Jolie Blonde
Let the music take me back
To better days, long gone
Breaux Bridge, Louisiana
On the way to New Orleans
A plate of crawfish etouffee
A band of Cajun teens
Twin fiddles and accordion
The washboard player beams
Breaux Bridge, Louisiana
On the way to New Orleans
DL |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2173 Posts |
Posted - 11/03/2011 : 19:15:15
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Late in the story. Somewhere near the end.
Quails in the tumbleweed. Bees in the armoire.
The mute fortune teller with her ruby-stung ears.
The puppet master with a bit of sawdust in his pocket.
The rasp of his calloused thumb blazing the word in her palm. |
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Craig
Firefly
Kyrgyzstan
3793 Posts |
Posted - 11/04/2011 : 03:51:27
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Originally posted by Doug L
BREAUX BRIDGE, LOUISIANA
Breaux Bridge, Louisiana
On the way to New Orleans
A plate of crawfish etouffee
A band of Cajun teens
Twin fiddles and accordion
The washboard player beams
Breaux Bridge, Louisiana
On the way to New Orleans
These young kids know old zydeco
That bow cuts like a knife
Solitude and comin' home
Songs of the shrimping life
Double-stops and two-step hops
Tradition, alive and well
Love and pain and pourin' rain
A dancin' Creole belle
The winds blow in from Kaplan
From Lake Charles, Bayou Noir
The soul of Clifton Chenier
Haunts this roadside bar
Now they play the 'Lovebridge Waltz'
By old Iry LeJeune
Iry's been dead fifty years
He's alive inside this room
A photograph of Harry Chaotes
Framed up on the wall
Queen Ida's there beside him
Smilin' on us all
Give me bontemps tout les temps
Give me Jolie Blonde
Let the music take me back
To better days, long gone
Breaux Bridge, Louisiana
On the way to New Orleans
A plate of crawfish etouffee
A band of Cajun teens
Twin fiddles and accordion
The washboard player beams
Breaux Bridge, Louisiana
On the way to New Orleans
DL
Stomping grounds, mine and Koala's. We lived it. I still do.
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Karen Runk
Firefly
USA
4925 Posts |
Posted - 11/04/2011 : 07:26:57
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Doug L
Firefly
Canada
5446 Posts |
Posted - 11/04/2011 : 15:54:35
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'39 DODGE
Was a cafe, I forget the name
We'd just had fish and chips
And I took for gospel every word
That crossed my daddy's lips
He'd talk of hockey players
Some cat they called Emile
Defrost fan on the windows
My father at the wheel
Of a Dodge they built in '39
Plowing through the snow
On Main Street, in my hometown
Long ago
A few weeks before Christmas
Colder than a fridge
Up the ramp that led across
The Fourth Avenue bridge
Turning left on Coteau
By the Co-Op Store
My legs dangling from the seat
I couldn't reach the floor
Of that Dodge they built in '39
Crunching through the snow
On South Hill, in my hometown
Long ago
Mom was up and waiting
Wood stove on for heat
She made us both a cocoa
A bedtime snack to eat
Pajamas, then I'd brush my teeth
Get a kiss good night
The street outside in silence
Parked under the light
Was a Dodge they built in '39
Covered up with snow
On Duffield Street, my hometown
Long ago
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1824 Posts |
Posted - 11/04/2011 : 21:39:40
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Wonderful reflections, Doug .. I have a few of my own ..
BarbraG |
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rodeo
Swinger
USA
733 Posts |
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Doug L
Firefly
Canada
5446 Posts |
Posted - 11/05/2011 : 11:32:58
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Thanks for the link, Joe. That's the one. Dad's was dark blue,
heavy, handled the winter roads well. When you closed the door,
it made a deep "thunk" sound that you don't hear nowadays.
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rodeo
Swinger
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 11/05/2011 : 15:04:05
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My Dad had one before I was born but talked abt it so much that I remember it. When I was about 10 yrs old he bought a 53 Dodge but said it wasn't nearly the car the '39 was.
For all our technological advances, we just can't make 'em like "that Dodge they built in '39".
Thanks, Doug.
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2820 Posts |
Posted - 11/12/2011 : 06:24:37
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A shadow crossed the moon tonight
Baby's dressed in black
Says she's going south for awhile
Got a notion she won't be back.
Through her eyes I saw the mysteries unfold
Through her eyes I saw unwritten songs
Through her eyes I felt my spirit set free
Through her eyes I saw it all going wrong
The loving was the best of times
The fighting was always the worst
They say the river's rising,
Yet I'm laying here dying of thirst.
We spent it all as we went along
Leaving nothing for the ashes or dust
Now there's nothing left to start a fire
And there's no one left to trust
Through her eyes I saw the mysteries unfold
Through her eyes I saw unwritten songs
Through her eyes I felt my spirit set free
Through her eyes I saw it all going wrong
The view looking back is so crystal clear
Why can't it be from the start?
If only we could see where we're going
We could save our poor, little hearts.
You get up each morning, you play the game
The sky over the river has changed
The sun is shining, the clouds are all gone
In your heart it still feels like rain.
A shadow crossed the moon tonight
Baby's dressed in black
Says she's going south for awhile
Got a notion she won't be back.
Through her eyes I saw the mysteries unfold
Through her eyes I saw unwritten songs
Through her eyes I felt my spirit set free
Through her eyes I saw it all going wrong.
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Becka
Sitter
95 Posts |
Posted - 11/12/2011 : 07:31:51
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"Through her eyes I felt my spirit set free"
We all need someone that will allow us to be free...
Good one, Hank!!
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2173 Posts |
Posted - 11/20/2011 : 17:51:18
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Cold blue-finger flight. Touch and go landing.
Overgrown airport lit with flare light. Running
across a weedy field. Dark car idling on the fire
road. Familiar strangeness. Cherished face. Rear
view mirror in the middle of the night. Two sides
to every Border story. |
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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
2820 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
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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
1824 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
2173 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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The Nightly Vigil