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buckman
Firefly

USA
2829 Posts

Posted - 04/25/2006 :  13:38:55  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Now, I wancha to know first off, I ain't got no politics...
I just work and feed the family...
And I don't wanna be disrespectful,
but when the man in charge says that this will make us stronger,
I gotta shake my head...
Boss, Have ya been to Southern Miss'ippi in August?
Have ya been two blocks from the casinos in Biloxi....?
Boy, we'se already stronger,
what we need now is more walkin and less talkin...
Thassall I gotta say,
get that mike away from me....

Alfred Buckman, Biloxi

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Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3793 Posts

Posted - 04/28/2006 :  06:16:56  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Bright day, cool wind from the north.
Shrimp boats laboring, shorebirds follow like kites in tow.
Lightering ships in the channel, headed back to sea, empty.
Derricks in the distance, brown pelicans skimming.
Cormorants on pilings, outstretched wings drying in the sun and wind.
Gulls with their piercing cry, begging for handouts from the ferry.
Porpoises breaking the water, fishing the muddy shallows.
Remains of a broken ship, concrete hull, folly from the past.

Working bay, Galveston Bay.

craig

Edited by - Craig on 04/28/2006 20:55:34
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2829 Posts

Posted - 04/28/2006 :  21:31:25  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
So good, Cragger, so good.... I am stepping out of the character just to say....so good, so good....HB

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buckman
Firefly

USA
2829 Posts

Posted - 04/28/2006 :  21:33:51  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Grania wrote!!! ??? Oh MY!!! I nevr know about that Grania charcter but I LOVE when she/they/he stops by.... H

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buckman
Firefly

USA
2829 Posts

Posted - 04/29/2006 :  00:40:27  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Roosevelt [Teddy] said to me:
I'm in charge now and the bars will stay closed
On Sundays and thats just the way it is....
I said that The Boss may have sumthin to say bout that
And Teddy said
Bring it on, You Mick bastard....

He walked the beat all nite long wih the coppers and he shut us down evry Sunday for a month....

The sanctimonious bastid....

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Ailinn
Windchimer

2217 Posts

Posted - 04/29/2006 :  17:24:33  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
There be no turnkey deal in ancient Innisfail. No freedom mornings for the broken Tribes. Feud or Friction. And, lo, David's Harp is heard at Lia Fail. Stone of Destiny. When the moon climbs Tara's Hill, the one under the Crown of Mystery closes his eyes. His mouth, full of The Holy Covenant. For centuries he dreams The Ark circling the wide Earth.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2829 Posts

Posted - 04/29/2006 :  20:06:13  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
When I got home Lincoln was
Waiting for me...
He said, Where you been,
I've had supper
Ready for an hour....
Man, Abe, It's always the
same with you
Nag nag nag....
I know, I'm sorry, he said,
I've been thinking about
Gettysburg again....
Y'know, he said...
I never thought that punkass speech
Was anything,
I even said it, I said that nobody
would remember what was
said here today....
But that's all they ever
remember....
That one sorry five minutes

I said, Abey......
Babey....
That Four Score **** is what did it
Once you say that
you lose em for at least
two minutes
While they try to figger
out how much that is
By then, they figure that
Whatever you said
musta been good cause you were
talking about dead soldiers
And there's no better way to
get a crowd....

I know, He said,
But,I just wish that
Just ONCE they would
Remember
Some of my poetry....

Rev J Alfred Buckman AA,DD,BMI,ONO

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buckman
Firefly

USA
2829 Posts

Posted - 04/30/2006 :  08:14:19  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply

She had that red hair
And those skinny legs and all
And that little black dress

And I lost my mind...
That's all,
I just lost my mind...
No excuses
Some regrets...
None that will change anything
Now
for her
or Jesse
Or Diane
or me
or
Anybody else that I hurt...

I still haven't found my mind yet.....

What time is it now?

15 Years...?


You'd better check that watch,

That can't be right...



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Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3793 Posts

Posted - 05/01/2006 :  20:51:30  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I sit vigilantly, for the next word, the next verse, the next prose. Whether it be from the banks of the Hudson, the West Coast or Grania, I sit...and patiently wait. It is not for the excitement, it is anticipating the unexpected...what will appear from the corners and the imagines of the mind? Patience only knows...

Craig
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2829 Posts

Posted - 05/01/2006 :  21:17:57  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Crossing the Finnish Line [for Iri]

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 women can be...

I have marveled at her quiet strength and dignity...

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booty
Sitter

USA
93 Posts

Posted - 05/02/2006 :  20:51:51  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I was shocked, confused, bewildered
as I entered Heaven's door,
Not by the beauty of it all,
nor the lights or its decor.

But it was the folks in Heaven
who made me sputter and gasp --
the thieves, the liars, the sinners,
the alcoholics, the trash.

There stood the kid from seventh grade
who swiped my lunch money twice.
Next to him was my old neighbor
who never said anything nice.

Herb, who I always thought
was rotting away in hell,
was sitting pretty on cloud nine,
looking incredibly well.

I nudged Jesus, "What's the deal?
I would love to hear your take.
How'd all these sinners get up here?
God must've made a mistake.

"And why's everyone so quiet,
so somber? Give me a clue."
"Hush, child," said He, "they're all in shock.
No one thought they'd be seeing you."

Judge NOT.
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Karen Runk
Firefly

USA
4925 Posts

Posted - 05/02/2006 :  21:43:15  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send Karen Runk an AOL message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Reminds me a song: Down There by the Train. written by Tom Waitts

excerpt:

"If you've lost all your hope, if you've lost all your faith
I know you can be cared for and I know you can be safe
And all the shamefuls and all of the whores
And even the soldier who pierced the side of the Lord Is down there by the train
Down there by the train

etc.etc. etc.

Karen Runk
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2217 Posts

Posted - 05/03/2006 :  22:10:51  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The shuttered dark comes down to surround them. The wicks are trimmed. The candles lit. It's midnight. Angels fold their frisson wings and sing.
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Karen Runk
Firefly

USA
4925 Posts

Posted - 05/03/2006 :  22:16:56  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send Karen Runk an AOL message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I need to get a dictionary for my desk.

Nighty night, Ro

Karen Runk
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2217 Posts

Posted - 05/04/2006 :  20:59:28  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Sweet dreams, Karen. Happy Cinco de Mayo to you and the Porch.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2217 Posts

Posted - 05/06/2006 :  18:36:01  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Any place you come in is a good place. Even if the beach is fog-bound. Even if you don't know the land where you're touching the ground. The sacred trees leaning seaward. The trumpet vine supporting the cliffs. It's not drifting out that's dangerous. The tide will bring you back in. It's not knowing where the bottom is. Churning in the wave. Trying to get enough breath before you're caught in the next one. The board is attatched to your ankle with a leash. It floats. It can also hit you in the head. The trick is knowing when to kick free. An instinct your balance relies on. Today's surf was choppy. Breaking close to the shore. Paddle out. Snap up. Ride in quick. Or wipe out and eat some sand. We ate a lot of sand.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2217 Posts

Posted - 05/06/2006 :  18:42:03  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Love is all that matters. Ignorance with love is better than wisdom without it.

~Mickey Newbury~
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2829 Posts

Posted - 05/07/2006 :  21:19:18  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
He tried to find his way
Out of the darkness
He tried hard he really did
Drowning in an ocean of pity
He'd done evrything
To keep it hid

He's had enough of evrything
He's had enough of his fears
He's letting go and letting it out
He's thru drowning in his whiskey tears

The road was dark and
There were no signs
Just the headlights from his car
It didnt matter he knew the way
He didnt have to go very far

He stopped the car
Walked across the grass
He laid down on her grave
He talked for an hour
Til the sun came up
There was nothing left to save

He's had enough of evrything
He's had enough of his fears
He's letting go and letting it out
He's thru drowning in his whiskey tears

He told her it was over this time
It was over and it was done
His back was right up against the wall
There was nowhere left to run

This morning is the last time
Its the last time is what he said
He stood up brushed himself off
Walked away and shook his head

He's had enough of evrything
He's had enough of his fears
He's letting go and letting it out
He's thru drowning in his whiskey tears...

Hank Beukema - BarbSong Publishing 2006


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buckman
Firefly

USA
2829 Posts

Posted - 05/09/2006 :  19:24:48  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Horse's Moon

At twilight
We rode away from the setting sun
Directly into the rising full moon...
I could see the reflection of
My horse's face in it and
Glimpsed the shadow of sadness...
She had come to realize that
I could never love her completely...

It never affected her work...

Rev Buckman

[Hank Beukema - BarbSong Publishing 2006]
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2217 Posts

Posted - 05/11/2006 :  21:51:01  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
His moon-bright window. His hand at her throat. They talk in their sleep after midnight. A tapestry unweaving through silhouette trees. The same dream for centuries. The brass box. The tall ship engraved on the lid. The scrolled map inside where she breathes beside him in the dark.
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