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San Diego
Swinger

515 Posts

Posted - 12/03/2019 :  17:46:09  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Track washout. Rail line from San Diego to Los Angeles. The main washout came within 20 inches of the railroad ties at the edge of a 40 foot bluff. Ocean crashing below. 100 years operating on the brink. High surf, waves, rain, and irrigation runoff cause the cliffs to crumble. NCTD Director, Matt Tucker, "The additional job needs an engineering design plan before the work is done and it may wait until January. More detail will follow when we have solid facts." Six phases of stabilization are planned through 2050. Del Mar Mayor, Dave Drucker, "We need to get the track off the bluff as quickly as possible. It's just way too vulnerable at this point. While it is somewhat dangerous it is safe to drive the train." In the meantime passenger trains are limited to 30 mph and freight trains to 10mph. Rain and flash flood warnings for tonight and tomorrow. Water and air 62. Back to you, Blaine.

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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 12/04/2019 :  00:56:47  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Cracklin Rosie Saved My Life

It wasn't that I really wanted to die,
It was just that I didn't care a whole lot about living anymore.

It was February, 1972 in San Francisco and it seemed
like it had been raining for weeks.
I'd cut my foot jumping off a cliff at Big Sur,
had a fight with a girl, couldn't get rides
and by the time I got back to the City
I was wet, cold, hurt and feeling
sorry for myself and alone.
I didn't even go back to McAllister Street,
I just got a big bottle of Gallo Rose
and laid down on the beach next to
the Pacific Coast Highway.

When I was thinking at all, there was a stray
notion that if I just got drunk enough and
laid there long enough, the tide would come in
and I wouldn't have to decide anything,
just kinda drift on out to sea...

Somebody had parked a VW Bug just behind me and
they were playing the radio loud;
it was Neil Diamond singing Cracklin Rosie.

I remembered a friend telling me that
it was a song about some Eskimos getting drunk on
cheap rose wine and pretending they had a woman
and I looked at my Gallo and
just started laughing
then crying
then laughing
some more until I was doing both at once...
I figured it was the Old Man trying to tell me something,
so
I got up, brushed myself off, walked by the Bug,
yelled Thanks to the couple somewhere inside the smoke
and I walked back home to McAllister and the rest of my life...

Hell, I still don't know if the story about the song was true...

But this one is...



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Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 12/09/2019 :  21:08:15  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
It's night. But the color is peach. Champagne peach with a glow. A stranger's life. New clothes. New closet. Elusive view. No tangible landmarks when the screen goes dark for a moment and then flickers with...

...Tugs on the river. Their endless migration. Manhole covers huffing steam. Trees growing out of grates in the sidewalks. Pigeons picketing the Park. The rest of the world west of here. A jar full of subway tokens to get there. MET guards in their freshly-pressed blue. Nodding when she takes the stairs two by two. The Knights patiently waiting. Composed in their armor. More alive than yesterday. "A lesson," she says. "History's narrator..." he says when she reaches for the pan to cook eggs. Poached in milk he likes them. "...keep talkin'," he says, his chest rising and falling inside his shining white shirt. His resolute heart beating closer.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 12/22/2019 :  01:25:59  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply


Seems it's the best of times
At the worst of times
Guess it's like that getting old
My body's getting weaker, but
It's my heart can't take the load
Some say they wouldn't change a thing
I wonder how that would be
Because if I didn't have any regrets
I'd have no memories

There's a church right down the road
Where we had our wedding day
But you know I lost that girl
Somewhere along the way
The more I learn about loving
The less I seem to know
Most days I think that this grey beard
Is all that's seemed to grow

Some say they wouldn't change a thing
I wonder how that would be
Because if I didn't have any regrets
I'd have no memories

See the pictures? She's the one that left
It's been awhile now
Three angels took her to her rest
To her I'll always bow
She showed me what a friend could be
Though she never wore my ring
She always took all I had
And gave me everything

The boy's gone long ago
I try not to mention it anymore
But though it's been many years
I remember that closing door
There's time before, and time to come
But it never feels the same
There's a time you have to stand up
And get back in the game

Seems it's the best of times
At the worst of times
Guess it's like that getting old
My body's getting weaker, but
It's my heart can't take the load
Some say they wouldn't change a thing
I wonder sometimes how that would be
Because if I didn't have any regrets
I'd have no memories...



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Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 12/23/2019 :  23:17:39  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The Sailor and the Mute Fortune Teller where the boulevards rush to the sea. Heart-driven gypsy road years. Dreams distilling in sleep's blue room. Two teacups on the counter. A fortune in leaves.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 12/23/2019 :  23:21:10  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The sun fades. The sky darkens. The kelp beds roll. Thicket of stars over the harbor. Crystalline moon on deck. A man and a woman at the salt-ruffled edge asleep beneath the waterline. Tide dragging their ankles out to sea.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 12/30/2019 :  08:11:46  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
It was a Chet Baker kind of night in a Leonard Cohen kind of world...


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Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 12/30/2019 :  17:24:19  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"Twenty-five cents," he says. (The neighbor.) "Hell, it would take me to the movies and buy me popcorn! I was 8... 9 years old. Hottest damn thing, baby. (Hot pepper.) Burned my mouth. But I wouldn't cry. Honey, I wouldn't cry if it killed me. Wouldn't give me the money. 'That's what the world do to you,' he says. A lesson. Well, my lips are all red and swollen. My momma got on him somethin' awful. Put up a fence between us. Later on they was friends though. Those days..." He's rocking on the deck with the blanket over his knees. "I love it when you-" she starts. "I know..." he laughs.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 12/30/2019 :  17:29:25  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"Didn't know what I was gonna do," he says. "So restless, ya know."

"Didn't want dull," she says. "Take a deep breath. Deny the terror."

"Somethin' 'bout drivin' long distance alone," he says. ""The car is the world."

"Uh-huh," she says. "...a new convertible. It was borrowed. It was blue."
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 12/30/2019 :  17:36:16  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
He's enchanted with strawberries coming out of the fields in February. "Dipped in dark and white chocolate for Valentine's," she says. "Just imagine..." he says. His face shining with pleasure. "It's a California thing," she laughs. Miles of fields beside Interstate 5. A last Denny's before the Camp Pendleton Gate. Stories from the mythic Pacific. "Wake up in the middle of the night..." he says, "...write it all down for me."
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 01/06/2020 :  18:19:57  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"...Father sprinkles the ground with his aspergillum. I want to do it myself. I need a miracle. 'Sacrilegious girl!' Brigid hisses. I cast a bad spell on her. Three Hail Mary's wipe that slate clean." They're on their knees in spikey ice plant laying new irrigation pipe. The path where the sprinklers don't reach is scorched and brittle. Sunburned flowers. Slow bees. "Did you ever drink Holy water?" she asks him. "I thought it would taste like some divine elixir but it has no flavor at all." He's instinctively resourceful. Mechanically inclined. His hands as bright as his mind. Suddenly sweeping arches of rainbow-hued water appear. "Three Hail Mary's..." he says, "...go on..."

Edited by - Ailinn on 05/07/2020 17:00:01
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 01/10/2020 :  17:53:07  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
He's holding them by the edges. Old photographs. "So long... So long ago..." he says. "...Kodak in the Park," she says. "A new crew. Ted, ranting. Frantically waving his bottle of Mateus Rose. New York's Finest on horseback threatening arrest if he moves another bench." He taps the image of a woman with her hair piled on top of her head. "Star. In the trailer with Max Factor and her arsenal of tricks. She draped a cape over my shoulders and offered a Parliament cigarette. Didn't know it was my first. That's mascara. She had to clean me up and start all over again. Later on she laughed, though. 'You need a spanking,' she said. Kindest woman I know." A woman tells stories to a man. Sometimes he closes his eyes. Sometimes he holds her hands. Sometimes he tells her to write them down, "No blank pages," he says.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 01/11/2020 :  19:36:55  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply

I'm hitchin a ride to redemption
On this dark, hot July night
The quarter moon's three nickels short
The neon's not much light
Townes and Zevon feed the engine
Newbury's driving this old train
I find myself smilin a bit
As the sky begins to rain

It seems the rails end up ahead
But Mickey only smiles
He's made this trip many a time
His soul's walked evry mile
So many times I needed an ace
But only drew a seven
Tonight's the night I win the pot
Headin for the last bar in Heaven

At the last bar in Heaven
The shows they never end
At the last bar in Heaven
You can always find a friend
At the last bar in Heaven
There's no one getting stoned
At the last bar in Heaven
It always feels like home

Seems the old friends always find me
When the darkness fills my soul
It doesn't take but a song or two
And I'm feeling almost whole
Forgiveness and redemption's
What my old heart needs tonight
This train I'm on will carry me
From the darkness to the light

At the last bar in Heaven
The shows will never end
At the last bar in Heaven
You can always find a friend
At the last bar in Heaven
There's no one getting stoned
At the last bar in Heaven
It always feels like home

At the last bar in Heaven
The shows they never end
At the last bar in Heaven
You'll always have a friend



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Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 01/20/2020 :  17:22:49  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The wind picks up. The rain hisses. Sudden ambush in the trees when birds come in low and the temperature drops ten degrees. Lightning when she answers the phone. A crescendo of thunder he can hear on the line. The chimes clashing racket. The trembling edge to it all. She listens in the kitchen as he goes through his litany of precaution. Closes her eyes and lets his voice warm the room.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 01/24/2020 :  20:59:38  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
My father hid acorns behind the B&B in the hotel bar. Dark chocolate and almond paste candy. A bribe when I was four or five. He'd drop one in my hand as I was falling asleep beside the cash register. I had to wake up enough to eat it before the chocolate melted. The bar was the last room to close. He'd carry me and Raggedy Ann to bed beside the sea where the stars were mine. He was on the golf course the day I was born. Quoted in the Times, "...and may the next one be a boy. A healthy boy. I'll be needing a caddy in my old age." He was sixty years old. The curtain came down on that life. At the orphanage I'd spend long afternoons hiding in the janitor's closet drawing on my knees. I could hear pots and pans loud in the kitchen where they were looking for me. I wasn't lonely. I was planning escape. One of the older girls found me. "You gonna wind up in Juvie!" she said. "Too emotional," he says laughing, tears in his eyes.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 01/24/2020 :  21:04:09  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Chimeric fog. Pepper trees dripping. The cliff path narrow and slippery. They keep walking because they don't want the words to stop. This right-now story. "...here with the angels..." he says. His moonlit face and journey-driven profile. "Too big to think about," she says. "Think of it tomorrow," he says. "Tomorrow an' the day after that..."
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 02/06/2020 :  19:25:08  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply


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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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 02/06/2020 :  19:27:33  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
MARGIE PLAYED HER CORNET
For Margaret Beukema - Feb 1928- Jan 2020

Margie played her cornet
at the train station
For the soldiers going off
to fight the war

Her valves froze and her
mouthpiece stuck to her
Lips but she kept on playing anyway

All she ever wanted
was someone to love her forever
and some children
and she would get some of what she wanted

But the girl in the picture
in 1941 had no way to know
Just how hard it would be
and how hard she would have
To work and how much pain
she would have to go thru...

Margaret brings the Dutchman
his coffee and cakes
And they sit by the fire
and pray their boys are safe.

(c) 2005 Hank Beukema.


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San Diego
Swinger

515 Posts

Posted - 02/08/2020 :  09:28:13  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"Margaret brings the Dutchman
his coffee and cakes
And they sit by the fire
and pray their boys are safe."

This is beautiful, Hank.

So sorry for your loss.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 02/11/2020 :  12:09:29  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Thank you



Edited by - buckman on 02/11/2020 12:11:32
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