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buckman
Firefly

USA
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Posted - 12/01/2012 :  21:32:30  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Ornaments by Larry Moore read by Hank Beukema
http://youtu.be/gi6R3-9mkEI

[Note from author: "I wrote this Dec. 12, 1997 in memory of one of my daughters closest friends, Tiffany Ellis, who died in the spring of 1997 of cystic fibrosis at the age of 18. My daughter took a copy and placed it at her headstone on Christmas day. I'm not a great writer or anything but thought you might like it.

We all have special " ORNAMENTS " that decorate our Christmas tree and I know that your "ornament" was and is one of the most special, ever."

ORNAMENTS

THE TREE'S IN THE STAND,
I GO TO THE SHED.
FOR LIGHTS AND ORNAMENTS,
IDEAS FILL MY HEAD.

I RAMBLE THROUGH BOXES,
AND PULL OUT THE "STUFF".
COLLECTED THROUGH YEARS,
THERE'S MORE THAN ENOUGH.

TINSEL AND ORNAMENTS,
NOT JUST A FEW.
SOME OLD AND SPECIAL,
AND SOME FAIRLY NEW.

ORNAMENTS WITH
" MEANING",
I HANG THEM WITH CARE.
NEW ONES, I LIKE,
BUT THEY GO ANYWHERE.

THERE'S "BABY'S FIRST CHRISTMAS",
AND AN OLD SANTA CLAUS.
ONE CHERISHED BY GRAND DAD,
I STOP AND I PAUSE.

MY MIND IS A STAGE,
MEMORIES START SPINNING.
SOME BRING ME TEARS,
SOME LEAVE ME GRINNING.

TONIGHT EVERY ORNAMENT,
THAT I UNPACK.
TUGS AT MY HEART,
AS IT TAKES ME BACK.

OLD ORNAMENTS ARE "FRIENDS",
A LINK TO THE PAST.
EVEN ONES THAT ARE GONE,
LEAVE A LOVE THAT WILL LAST.

SOME GET BROKEN,
THOUGH WE TREAT THEM WITH CARE.
THROUGH NO FAULT OF OUR OWN,
THEY'RE NO LONGER HERE.

THE TREE'S NOT THE SAME,
THERE'S A BIG EMPTY SPACE.
I TRY HANGING ANOTHER,
BUT NONE TAKES IT'S PLACE.

FRIENDS AND LOVED ONES,
ARE ORNAMENTS TOO.
SOME OF THEM OLD,
SOME SPECIAL AND NEW.

SOME ARE STILL HERE,
SOME OF THEM GONE.
BUT DEEP IN OUR HEART,
THEY'LL FOREVER LIVE ON.

I BELIEVE THEY'RE IN HEAVEN,
GIVING PRAISE TO OUR LORD.
LIVING A LIFE,
WHERE NO ONE GETS BORED.

YOU MIGHT THINK I'M SILLY,
OR IT'S CRAZY OF ME.
BUT I FEEL LIKE THEY'RE TRIMMING,
THEIR OWN SPECIAL TREE.

THAT GIVES OFF A BRILLIANCE,
OF COLOR AND LIGHT.
REMINDING US ALL,
OF THAT ONE SPECIAL NIGHT.

WHEN OUR LORD AND SAVIOR,
CAME TO THIS EARTH.
HIS DEATH AND RESURRECTION,
PROVIDED "NEW BIRTH".

WE ALL HAVE LOVED ONES,
TRIMMING THAT TREE.
THEY WAIT THERE FOR YOU,
THEY WAIT THERE FOR ME.

ONE DAY WE WILL ALL,
BE TOGETHER AGAIN.
CELEBRATING THE LORD,
IN A WORLD WITHOUT END....

WELL... THIS TREE'S NOT GOING,
TO DECORATE ITSELF.
THE FIRST ORNAMENT HUNG,
IS A NEW CHRISTMAS ELF.

COULD AN ORNAMENT LIKE THAT,
BECOME SPECIAL TO ME?
TIME ONLY KNOWS,
I'LL JUST WAIT AND SEE.

L.D.M. copyright bluebellmuisc12/12/97
Reading by Hank Beukema
Music by Wim Mertens - Windham Hill Records




Edited by - buckman on 12/01/2012 21:33:52
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 12/08/2012 :  17:31:51  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
When she remembered long ago he'd say, "Show me pictures from that time." New England boats battering the storm-worn docks. Potholed roads and frost-heaved sidewalks. Tide dragging the cold Atlantic over ancient cobblestones. Candy apple and popcorn ball. Hair in a Christmas ribbon. Serious beside Sister Catherine in the front row. A choir of high sweet voices, "Fall on your knees! O, hear the angels..." Tinsel star over the manger. Jesus in His straw creche. He'd place the pictures on the table. Turn them over slowly one by one. Read what was written on the back. Sometimes he'd close his eyes.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 12/21/2012 :  16:38:56  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
He made the cut in a place she'd remember. Faint enough to heal. Deep enough to be affected by weather. A nick at the edge of her thumb. A bright bead of blood that welled up when she pushed her pencil too hard.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 12/21/2012 :  16:41:11  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply

O, nicked finger.
O, heart full of vows.
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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5446 Posts

Posted - 12/21/2012 :  23:12:21  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"An old man's mind is a graveyard
where the dead arise..."

Wendell Berry
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 12/25/2012 :  21:06:42  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I HAVE MARVELED

I have marveled at her quiet strength and dignity
and the way she has suffered at the hands of men
Yet has not lost her love for men.

I have marveled at how she has met all
That she feared and in so doing has nothing left
To fear.

I have marveled at one that appears so empty and aching
Herself yet can find a wellspring to give others to drink.

I have marveled at how from a cold balcony
A world away she can appear to
Warm my cold room.

I have marveled that The Great One
Continues to remind me how
Wonderful a woman and women can be.

I have marveled at her quiet strength and dignity.
She needs everything and everyone and yet needs nothing.

Hank Beukema Copyright barbsongpublishing 2005



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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 12/25/2012 :  21:10:02  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Did you think it was all just magic
Or maybe just another dream?
They say
There's no such thing as coincidence
But at the time that's how it seemed
The words were true when we said them
We flew without coming down
Somewhere down the street there's music playing
But these days I don't hear a sound.

Did you think it was all just magic
Just a trick with smoke and tears?
The headlights show the road ahead
But I live in the rear view mirror
A friend came by yesterday
He asked me how you were
I said I don't really know anymore
I never hear from her.

The magic was in the moonlight
The magic was in your eyes
The magic's in the way we go on
When the heart just wants to die
The magic takes the brass
And turns it into gold
The magic keeps the memories alive
To warm you when you turn old

I never wrote that song that night
I never got it done
I promised you so many things
Before my legs forgot how to run
Full moon rising thru the clouds
Like a teardrop in the sky
The only time that's wasted
Is the time spent wondring why

Did you think it was all just magic
Just a trick I did with smoke and tears?
The headlights show the road ahead
But I live in the rear view mirror
A friend came by yesterday
He asked me how you were
I said I don't really know anymore
I never hear from her.

Hank Beukema Copyright revbuckmanmusic 2012
Music performed by Curtis Fuller
Music composed by Jimmy McHugh
http://youtu.be/3ZeKGsEzVQI


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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 12/29/2012 :  08:26:42  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
http://youtu.be/8sC20GWtljI

A NEW RECORDING

Frisco is a full day from home
When you can afford to fly
But it might as well be the moon, Lord
When you're as broke as I
Here I sit with my head in my hands
Watchin' the trains roll by
The helpin' hand mission man warned me
That the nights here got cold

When you're cold there's nothin'
As welcome as sunshine
When you're dry there's nothin'
As welcome as rain
When you're alone there's nothin'
As slow as passin' time
When you're afoot, Lord
There's nothin' as fast as a train

Yes Frisco's a mighty rich town
Now that ain't no lie
Why they got some buildings
That reach for a mile into the sky
Yet no one can even afford
The time to tell me why
Here's a world full of people
And so many people alone

When you're alone
You ain't got much reason for livin'
But while you're alive
You just gotta live with your pain
Unless you've been wrong for so long
There's no one left forgiving
Then you find yourself searchin' your past
For the links to the chain

Lord when you're chained
There's nothin you cherish like freedom
When you are free it seems you are hell bent for chains
You fight with your demons until you have strength
Lord to beat them
Then you deal with the devil
For the salvation you sold.

When you're cold there's nothin'
As welcome as sunshine
When you're dry there's nothin'
As welcome as rain
When you're alone there's nothin'
As slow as passin' time
When you're afoot, Lord
There's nothin' as fast as a train

-Written by Mickey Newbury
Published by Acuff Rose Publications Inc
Read by Hank Beukema
To learn more about Mickey Newbury's life and music,
please visit www.mickeynewbury.com


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Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 01/04/2013 :  17:46:43  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply

He has scars
That shine in the moonlight
Brighter than the rest of his skin
But I can't tell you
What he looks like
It was dark
Or his hat was pulled low
And his mouth was covered
With a bandana
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 01/06/2013 :  00:26:17  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Two bears of very little brain.
The nearsighted leading the blind.
A fog with no clear air in sight
The walls of the cabin grow further inward every day.
A fire burns in my heart, but not in my body.
Everyday brings a new way to live with no updated owners' manual.


The Band is dead, Mickey and Waylon and Townes and Zevon are gone
with no forwarding adress.
We visit every night at thelast bar in Heaven.
Mickey still doesn't like free music sharing,Danko is high,
Richard has a story going and Mickey,
well Mickey is playing Townes his new song and
TVZ is looking at Sussanah Clark's legs and wondering what took her so long to get there.
She said Baby Took a limo to Memphis and another one here.
Heartworn Highways leads to winding road sagebrush dead ends.

It was fun while it lasted but the fun things aren't free.
The pills and drugs gobble up your life like a kid eating M& M's.
Before you have half a clue, HALF a ****ing clue,
it is close to too late.
Not over, no curtains coming down, but certainly not for trying.

Everybody hurts and everyone of us gets old and dies or gets young and dies and we know the deal, but sometimes it seems like it is taking forever and sometimes a day or night can go on forever, good
and bad, but full of promise and delight- anger and petulance- confusions of the heart,
fumbling at the door to the brain and the memories are going before the book is done.

So again, KissKiss to all who are up, no matter what God forsakenedge -of -the -world-penal island you live on;
we are out here and we hear you and see you everyday.
We will write about you and take pictures of you and paint you until you see what you really look like.

That is our job, that is our calling, just as sure if that burning bush
came to you and gave you those 9 commandments
[I have trouble keeping one them especially, so I dont count it in MY religion,
which of course is designed by me and for me and I collect all the money at the
Chruch of Me where the choir sings for free but I pay the expenses.]
Mr Moonlight segues into I'm a loser on the jookbox and John and George are gone, too.

See what I mean?
Fun as it is, it's taking forever
Buenos Noches, Senors and Senoritas. Hank


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Jonmark
Windchimer

USA
1791 Posts

Posted - 01/06/2013 :  08:57:22  Show Profile  Visit Jonmark's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
It was an especially long night, Rev... wasn't it. Carry on.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 01/06/2013 :  18:25:10  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Perhaps you saw them walking along the Embarcadero that afternoon. Late sky steeping its plum light before the sun slipped away from the Bay. Their touched hands talking quickly in Sign. The language they perfected.


Later they longed for a turreted roof and steep twenty-four stairs from the sidewalk. A lit window. An unlocked door where she's waiting when he steps through it.


The cliffs blued with shadow. Night stretched its dark wing. He came through the willow thicket like a midnight apparition. His storm-smudged eyes and journey-driven profile. He appeared in the long hallway between the canyon and the sea where waves were coming up through the floorboards.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 01/13/2013 :  19:37:23  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
At the edge of the holy coastline they sleep deep in a back seat dream on a cliff top where wind-worn cypress climb out of the stone. There's the ship in a bottle. A glow in the galley. A scrolled map that crackles as it unrolls. Invisible ink and a candle. A broken code.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 01/18/2013 :  16:56:20  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
That winter they watched the canyons catch fire in a city of neon and noir. Red nights distilling. Anniversary wine. Mornings with his breath on the mirror.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 01/18/2013 :  17:00:02  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
He travelled standing still. He did this without seeming distant. Little side trips. Gifts in his fist he slips into her pocket because she loves the road.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 01/18/2013 :  17:02:22  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
His hands tanned and steady when he picks up the brush and with a few strokes has her on canvas.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 01/19/2013 :  08:51:57  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 01/19/2013 :  19:34:13  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
He said to her,
They're more than memories, they're the story.
You are the only one that will know your story,
from the beginning to the end, start to finish,
hospital to dirt.
You write the script and choose the music
but somebody else directs the show and calls the ferryman.
The key is finding who or what they are.

She said,
Be careful there,
You almost dropped a memory or two.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 01/20/2013 :  17:44:54  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply

Rain in green Eden.
Crow-tangled branches.
Her bell-tied shoes waterlogged.

Ocean ghosts and perilous cargos.

Her heart's faulty fuse.
His fistful of frayed trip-wire.

Snub of candle on the fog-damp sill.
Wind winnowing through the louvers.

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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 01/21/2013 :  18:23:59  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
It has been a long night...
I watch the crow as it watches me.

He is waiting for me
To show desperation
But it is not
Going to happen.
I have been down this road before and
I know that the water is
Just ahead.

As long as the fire still
Burns I will have a chance.
Some nights last forever...
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