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buckman
Firefly

USA
2829 Posts

Posted - 05/12/2006 :  18:03:23  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Could we have some applause, please? Oh My God.....Ailinn, I have never enjoyed a writer as much as you.... HANK/RALPH/REV

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buckman
Firefly

USA
2829 Posts

Posted - 05/12/2006 :  18:07:05  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Is anybody keepin track of this?? I know that I have nobody left, but I would hope that Ro...um, Ailinn, would have somebody writing this stuff down..... Otherwise , this is is it folks. read it and then move on.....H

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Ailinn
Windchimer

2217 Posts

Posted - 05/13/2006 :  16:31:06  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
He left the ship anchored of Knells Harbor. Rowed up Rio Sueno to Escondido Cove. There he pulled the boat in under the sacred trees protection. The old blazed grove shone around him. The journey had taken longer than he planned. A century or two longer. '...now, a moment...' he thought as he laid his cloudy head down. His folded uniform jacket for a pillow. The braided epaulets frayed and unraveling. The tarnished thread already weaving itself into the ground. The tall Pampas grasses stirred and swayed. The fog stretched it's long fingers across the shore. His tall ship, a cradle rocking silently in the harbor. Her cloth, black. Her mast, ebony. How long he slept...or was he still sleeping? He wasn't sure. He watched the amber lantern moving quickly through the trees.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2829 Posts

Posted - 05/14/2006 :  17:21:26  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The horse came back to me tonite...
Came from behind
Nudging me
Head down, pawing the ground...
I said, Baby girl,
The secrets we keep from each other
Are the same ones we keep from ourselves...

Don't take it personally, OK?


Rev Buckman
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2829 Posts

Posted - 05/14/2006 :  18:11:36  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
An hour after the horse came back
I could hear Carmelita limping
Up to my room...
I said that I had gotten so tired
Of not hearing a voice that
I had been talking to myself for three days...
I said that I had decided that
Evry poet is a warrior and
Evry warrior a poet...
And she looked at me with that black hair
And black eyes that I would have died to see
Just once and said...

Shuttup, Preacher,
Lie down and please,
Just shuttup...

Rev Buckman


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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5446 Posts

Posted - 05/14/2006 :  21:14:05  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
it may not always be so; and i say
that if your lips, which i have loved, should touch
another's, and your dear strong fingers clutch
his heart, as mine in time not far away;
if on another's face your sweet hair lay
in such silence as i know, or such
great writhing words as, uttering overmuch,
stand helplessly before the spirit at bay;

if this should be, i say if this should be--
you of my heart, send me a little word;
that i may go unto him, and take his hands,
saying, Accept all happiness from me.
Then shall i turn my face and hear one bird
sing terribly afar in the lost lands

e e cummings


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buckman
Firefly

USA
2829 Posts

Posted - 05/15/2006 :  18:34:46  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I smelled the vanilla
Before I felt her touch...
She had come to me in
The darkened room
While I lay alone thinking
Of a new poem...
As Carmelita silently settled
On top of me, she said
Feels like home, eh, Preacher?

Another poem lost forever to a woman...

Rev Buckman


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Ailinn
Windchimer

2217 Posts

Posted - 05/15/2006 :  19:23:31  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
...he said, You cannot fly now. You are free.

~Mickey Newbury~
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2217 Posts

Posted - 05/15/2006 :  19:32:41  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Conflagrant stars. Lights in the nighttime sky. Adam stands...and winces. Reaches for the tender place. The space where his rib used to be. Fates final destination.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2829 Posts

Posted - 05/16/2006 :  18:26:52  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
As soon as I came home tonite
I knew I was alone...
The horse was gone...
Carmelita had left nothing
But the vanilla scent and a note...
Preacher, we have gone to find
Where you hid the moon,
Don't wait up...

Pity, I so loved watching her leave...

Rev Buckman


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buckman
Firefly

USA
2829 Posts

Posted - 05/17/2006 :  17:04:57  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Leaving Backwards

Carmelita has left me so much
You would think I would get used to it...
All I have left of her this time
Is the stain of her cup on the table...
It's getting to the point that when
I see her standing in my door
I think that she is leaving me
Walking backwards...

If you were me it would make sense...


REV BUCKMAN

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buckman
Firefly

USA
2829 Posts

Posted - 05/17/2006 :  20:31:31  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I have let it all fall away tonite...
I have kicked away the table
Once again and
Let the cards fall where they may...
If you want me,
Either of you....
Come back....

Or YOU figure out how to live
Without ME....

Rev Buckman


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buckman
Firefly

USA
2829 Posts

Posted - 05/18/2006 :  18:46:45  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Do you know why I know they
Will come back?
Because they still think that
I Can hide the moon...

Rev Buckman

See more of my writing at:
http://www.mytown.ca/beukema/
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
[NOW INCLUDING AUDIOS]

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Ailinn
Windchimer

2217 Posts

Posted - 05/19/2006 :  20:44:59  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
It's late May and their watching Christmas movies at the Estrella de Mayo Hotel. The concierge's teeth are floating in a wine glass on the black granite counter. Slow Lava Lights at both ends. The calendar behind the registration desk reads 1981. There's peeling, white wicker rockers on the balconies. Lit-up ships cruising by. Waiters in shiny tuxedos and frayed cerise cummerbunds. An aquamarine pool. Voices floating up from under striped awnings. A runway taking the slow and fast planes in. Call 1-(800)Si Hotel.
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Joey L.
Swinger

USA
1383 Posts

Posted - 05/19/2006 :  22:09:36  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Do I hear waifers of "Hotel Baja California" playing across la playa?

Oh la, de mission bells......

The Future's Not ...
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2829 Posts

Posted - 05/20/2006 :  08:07:32  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
This Morning
Just after dawn
I hear the horse out front...
Back, but troubled...
There's a note on the saddle
Preacher, it says,
I will be back
There's some more things I need to learn
And there's a whole lot more you
Need to learn...

OK, so for the game today
I'm batting .500,,,

I can live with that...

Rec Buckman


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Ailinn
Windchimer

2217 Posts

Posted - 05/26/2006 :  21:27:55  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The man lays his heart on the table. The woman puts the peppermill down. Light slips from the sideboard every evening just as supper is served. He pauses in the middle of his story. Lights the nightly candle. The trees step forward. Lean against the windows and listen. A curved story walking out of his hands. A circle. A votive flickering in his soot-smudged palm.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2217 Posts

Posted - 05/28/2006 :  20:36:54  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Two sides to every border story. I hold on to you. Still listening with my heart.
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Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3793 Posts

Posted - 05/29/2006 :  05:08:50  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Cold, clear night, shooting stars provide their last wish.
Twenty five miles from Del Rio, the day has settled down for the starlit night.
The campfire is kept company by casadores, hard drink, and guitars.
Eagles and Yellow Ledbetter in the air.
Just past the edge of the light, visitors pass through, unnoticed.
Some on four legs, others on two.
Looking for something to eat and drink as they make their way
to destinations unknown.

craig
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2217 Posts

Posted - 05/30/2006 :  19:19:17  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Happy to see your writings again, Craig.
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