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buckman
Firefly

USA
2820 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


http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2174 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

2174 Posts

Posted - 05/15/2006 :  19:29:24  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
...then one day he rose from the table and went to stand in the kitchen door. The fields spread before him. An open hand. Four curved fingers of right-staked tomatoes. And to the left, the jutting, crooked thumb. His imprint on the land.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2174 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
2820 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


http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2820 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

http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2820 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


http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2820 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

2174 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
2820 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


http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2174 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

2174 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

2174 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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Ailinn
Windchimer

2174 Posts

Posted - 06/04/2006 :  20:56:33  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"...and the skies are not cloudy all day."
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2174 Posts

Posted - 06/05/2006 :  22:09:27  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Here he comes. Riding Rocinante. From a hole in the clouds he commands, "Fly now!" The sun blinks. The fog fractures. The beach goes back to the birds. Gulls and terns and pipers. The turquoise sky suddenly fills with wings.
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Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3793 Posts

Posted - 06/07/2006 :  18:40:03  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
quote:
Originally posted by Ailinn

Here he comes. Riding Rocinante. From a hole in the clouds he commands, "Fly now!" The sun blinks. The fog fractures. The beach goes back to the birds. Gulls and terns and pipers. The turquoise sky suddenly fills with wings.



Sorry to interrupt but that was just unbelievable...really.

Craig
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2174 Posts

Posted - 06/08/2006 :  19:34:55  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Thank you, Craig. I love your pictures/stories/shadows. The haunted ones especially. And your Tennyson post. "...someday when we all sit down at the big table, hahaha," he says.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2174 Posts

Posted - 06/08/2006 :  19:37:31  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
PS We had to cross the 74 to get home tonight. A road with a long story. Bumper stickers ~I SURVIVED THE ORTEGA~
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