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buckman
Firefly

USA
2829 Posts

Posted - 11/15/2005 :  21:31:31  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The horse stopped at the river...
She knew it was where I hid the moon...

She skittered,
she danced,

oh, how I loved when a horse danced...
She loved when she found
My secret place...

There were so many places that she
Had never found thet I
Could never tell her...

If I told her
I would have to leave her...

So many places yet to find,,,,

She has yet to find the sun....

Rev Buckman


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buckman
Firefly

USA
2829 Posts

Posted - 11/16/2005 :  07:58:28  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
There are thoughts which are prayers.

There are

moments when,

whatever the posture of the body,

the soul is on its knees.

--Victor Hugo
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2829 Posts

Posted - 11/16/2005 :  08:59:07  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Mom and Dad took me to the
Old Madison Square Garden in 1959
To see the Roy Roger's Rodeo...
The Sons of the Pioneers sat right
In front of us
Tall on their horses and sang
Cool Water and the horses never moved...

When they sang Tumbling Tumbleweeds
The horses danced sideways like they
Really liked this one...
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Karen Runk
Firefly

USA
4925 Posts

Posted - 11/16/2005 :  10:21:09  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send Karen Runk an AOL message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Oh lucky you. That was my kid's dream to see Roy and the whole bunch. I had to settle for Saturday matinees, or radio programs.

But, I have Lois to fill me in on things. Her last name isn't Spencer for nothing.

I try to catch Riders in the Sky when they come to town. The draw a big crowd.

Karen Runk
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Randy B
Swinger

USA
586 Posts

Posted - 11/18/2005 :  05:52:53  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
St. Cecelia couldn't save him
But she gave him a little time
To water the flowers in his garden
And become a friend of mine
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Karen Runk
Firefly

USA
4925 Posts

Posted - 11/18/2005 :  14:32:42  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send Karen Runk an AOL message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
That is beautiful, Randy

Karen Runk
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Joe Z
Windchimer

USA
1819 Posts

Posted - 11/19/2005 :  13:16:08  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
There she stood with eyes so sweet
To brighten up the night
When she turned and looked my way
I couldn't tell a lie

She touched the soft spot in my soul
Where very few have gone
I saw her for a second
I've known her for all time

Sure we could have been lovers
We've been eternal friends
I saw her for a second
I've known her for all time

The sun will rise to end the night
The earth will spin away
Her memory will stay with me
Long after we must leave

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buckman
Firefly

USA
2829 Posts

Posted - 11/25/2005 :  12:53:58  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Oh, how I love this ride...
Going south to see Mom and Dad...

River on my left
Graveyards on my right...

Sparkling
Blue Hudson is all I see...

So Blessed am I....

Rev Buckman

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Ailinn
Windchimer

2217 Posts

Posted - 11/26/2005 :  16:28:11  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I think this was how it all started. A man at the bar. A man at the card table with a sleeping dog at his feet. A woman sweeping the floor with Fate's broom.

Nightly Vigil at the Cafe Lupe

It is dusk
The Cafe is empty
The kerosene lamps yellow glow
Throws shadows against the adobe
She turns up the chairs on the tables
Sweeps the dirt into a pile by the door
Outside
The street is deserted
Except for stoney-eyed horses
Shivering in equine fear
How the land falls away from them
He stands beside her
Looking out from under his wide hat
Dreaming of horses
His eyes trace the hawks flight
Above canyons
She lowers her eyes against what he knows
His predatory knowledge
When she looks back again
His eyes have turned
To stars

*

...if we could freeze the frame and go back...
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2217 Posts

Posted - 11/27/2005 :  17:49:07  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Folks roasting pistachio and pine nut-stuffed game hens in the hills off chilly Mulholland. A crisp, late Fall fragrance rises out of the canyons into the smoky air where two spirits keep watch from behind clouds of white oleander. Gazing down on now Christmas-tree-lit LA. There they wait for a pirated grill when all of Mulholland finally steps inside to decant the wine. "I didn't think we'd still feel so cold," she says, shivering. Blowing on her long, brass-ringed fingers. His shoulders shrug. He grins. Enigmatic under the oval glow over his head when he hands her a hot dog on a stick.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2829 Posts

Posted - 11/28/2005 :  19:42:47  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Oh, MiLady....
Nightly Vigil at the Cafe Lupe is my favorite poem Ever....
Every line is a painting....
Thank you for sharing your heart and talents so generously....
It is the joy of my day to read your words.... HB


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buckman
Firefly

USA
2829 Posts

Posted - 11/28/2005 :  23:44:02  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I sit in the dark in the back of the saloon...
What is between my table and the dusty
street is twenty feet that is
on the very edge of Hell...
The townspeople say they are sinners: the townspeople say they are evil...
The reality is that they are just Cowboys and
they are very much alive and much of the
rest of this town has already died... I talk to
the Lord and I Know what is Evil
and what is not,
which is why I hold services here and
not in a church....
These men make a decision
every time they put the whiskey to their
lips, every time they put the
tobacco to their mouths....
They make a decision between a
longer, duller life or the life
that they are choosing to live....
Yet I can see the desperation in
their eyes; I can see
that for every year that they age,
they remove themselves another year from their
childhood and their youthful dreams...
I can see that the only time
They will smell the
fragrance of a lady is
when they choose to pay for her...
I can see that they care not a
bit about Eternity, but only for today...
But, that is Just Alright
with me and the Lord


If everybody went to heaven they'd run out of room.... Rev Buckman



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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5446 Posts

Posted - 11/29/2005 :  23:21:53  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
He came back again last night, the old man who
lived here before me. I let him in, steering him
to the wooden table which, fourteen years ago, he
let me have for twenty bucks.

The bathroom is new but hasn't moved and he
uses it, sighing while his bladder does the chore.
Coming into the living room he stops beneath
the photo of my ex-wife, pinned exactly where
his Eleanor used to smile. I'm not sure he realizes
it's not her, nor sure if it matters now.

This is maybe the twentieth time he's showed up,
taken the wrong bus, his senility an innocence.
The entire apartment has undergone renovation
except the kitchen, everything where it was before.
Reading the paper while he puts the kettle on,
I answer yes when he asks if I'd like tea.

visit http://www.betterdaysradio.blogspot.com
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2217 Posts

Posted - 11/30/2005 :  19:11:46  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Five miles after leaving the Dragon's Cave he pulls up to the curb where she's leaning on coincidence, waiting. "Not random or accidental," he says, "so, hop in." Their elbows out the windows. His fast foot to the floor. A long ride passing grain elevators and silos. His quirky magic in the glove box just under the coffee-stained maps distilling like anniversary wine. Days go by and years pass.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2829 Posts

Posted - 12/01/2005 :  16:16:39  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Carmelita asked me why I choose
to sit in the darkness so much...
I laughed and said that
when I lost my family and my religion,
the darkness kind of chose me...
I stood and we
moved gently to a Newbury Waltz;
I could smell the sunshine on her...
I told her how apart
I felt,
how I lived but did not live,
how a veil separates me from them,
and that if she
knew who she was dancing with
she would be surprised...
She tossed back her aching beauty
and laughed and said,
Don't you really know?
We are all like that,
every one of us...
I try to believe her,
but belief is a strange
and difficult thing this
far into the darkness...

So far into it that I can
hardly hear the waltz anymore.......


Rev Bobblehead


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Ailinn
Windchimer

2217 Posts

Posted - 12/01/2005 :  21:36:13  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Sunset on water. Four counties long. November's melancholy splendor. Doves cooing in oval arches. Before shadows step from smudged corners. Life going on for hours. His lightning-struck, summing-up eyes. His voice of many colors. No sad days. No sad nights. Stars on the floor when he walks in. And he walks in every night.
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Karen Runk
Firefly

USA
4925 Posts

Posted - 12/01/2005 :  21:40:13  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send Karen Runk an AOL message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"stars on the floor when he walks in" That's quite a vision

Karen Runk
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2829 Posts

Posted - 12/02/2005 :  04:38:28  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Midnight,Route 66...
66 Ford Falcon with Bald Tires...
Rockies in the
Snow,slippin and slidin...
It started on an on-ramp in San Bernardino and
went all the way to Chicago...
Two teenage junkies in the back seat,
tryin not
to listen to me jabber;
me, all cranked up on bennies,
won't,can't
shut-up...
Barstow, Kingman, Wynonna, Flagstaff,Gallup, Amarillo...
Be still
my mouth...
Gonna drive till I can't drive no more...
Oklahoma City,St.Louis...
"If you get hip to this kind of trip, Go take that Trip....
Get Your
Kicks on Route 66"...
Long Ago and Far away...
More truth in those sunrises
than I've ever found since...
Lost my youth in thirteen hours...
Fabulous Firey Fantastic Freshness
First Mornings with New Eyes,
talkin to myself,
wishin I wasn't nineteen and scared and lost inside myself on this lonely
highway....
Rev Buckman
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2829 Posts

Posted - 12/02/2005 :  04:39:49  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
DRIVE HE SAID

Leaving San Bernadino
He said Drive
He said Drive until
You hit Detroit
I was 19 and He Was younger
But he had the car
And he had the gun
So I gobbled up
Some of the
White crosses that
They had come to L A
To take back to Motown
She laid back there
With that haltertop
And those pink shorts
And I had already pictured
Us without him
And we were running
Always running
Fields and streams
And no haltertop
And no shorts
They were smacked out
And I was speeding
I would talk for oh
About an hour and
Every once in awhile he
Would say, Good, Buck, good
Keep drivin, man
I was a New York boy
And wanted to see the
Grand Canyon but
After about a Chevy Chase minute
He said Drive, he said
Drive until you hit Detroit
I drove the entire length of
Route 66 in a Falcon
With bald tires
Through the Rockies
Through Amarillo
Through the snow
Through the drugs
Through the fear
But I made Michigan
And I said goodbye
On the Western coast
So I could go north to Holland
Where some friends left
A light on for me
I don't even remember their names
But I can still see that
Halter top and those shorts
And that gun and
Hear him say Drive,boy
Drive, he said
Drive until you hit Detroit....

Hank Beukema-2004
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2829 Posts

Posted - 12/02/2005 :  21:35:49  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The Lake Isle of Innisfree

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.

William Butler Yeats


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