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booty
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USA
93 Posts |
Posted - 07/06/2006 : 23:34:01
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Limbo
From the pain of nature I cry And from nature’s good fortune I laugh I laugh at those attitudinal mocking the original Unaware they are the progeny of a native soul
Tears are the wife of laughter and she cries unknowingly At the fullness of her affection – to see where there is tears And no laughter turns a husband wayward, while to conjugate Begets the appreciation of life
I laugh and cry but not in vain, For from one ground arises the beauty of humanity The humanities ridiculed by brachycephalics As if they sprang up without roots
Creation bears both dark and light, ignorance and Wisdom, with the first preceding the latter.
The onesame grounded me with both hands, the Left and the right – where lays the ineffable Blue and Gray Where in their crimson inscribtion I see The son of man’s blood only bears one truth.
And so it be I will labor in limbo imaging beauty Somewhere between the darkness and the light And naught long – for is it not O Meistergeiger? The truth is, I would be first a man.
boots
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 07/07/2006 : 14:42:27
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It's not that I don't Try To have faith... I do try I really do
It's just that when I Try To believe Or pray I feel like a Japanese maiden about To be sacrificed to the Fiery volcano
Asking for a ricepaper fan...
REV BUCKMAN
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 07/07/2006 : 14:43:53
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I am laying in my back yard High as a kite on a Sunday afternoon... Between the green and The blue I feel like The meat in an Earth sky sandwich... Befuddled comments From my past lives swirl Entertaining squirrels, Filling the air with electricity; A curse from Carmelita A moan from Martina...
I yell MORE MORE MORE
I lay back and Wait for an answer...
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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Doug L
Firefly
    
Canada
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booty
Sitter

USA
93 Posts |
Posted - 07/07/2006 : 18:03:11
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went to a little coffee shop here in Lebanon the other night and a lady suggested the 10 of us there to name a word and then each one write a poem in 15 minutes using those 10 words. the words were; cool, boy, day, carte, flight, swift, bird, death, song, and free......here's what i wrote...kinda befuddled.
As a bird swifty moves in its flight And fills the day with song Carte blanche How cool I thought as a young boy Its sings so free And nev'r sounds -- the tune of death.
boots
Robert Knowles |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 07/07/2006 : 18:19:02
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I waned poetic as The moon waxed...
Renegade wisdom lost in the sauce Of underachievement...
Wanting to dance naked in the back yard...
Luckily at that moment The record skipped and I Attended to it and settled down...
The neighbors must have been praying again...
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 07/07/2006 : 18:23:41
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I still don't know what I want to be When I grow up... But, at least I have had some Experience in the Things I Don't Want to be...
Batting .500 halfway thru...
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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Grania
Rocker
 
110 Posts |
Posted - 07/07/2006 : 21:52:01
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Blessings to you, Reverend. I see your July dance card is full. August, then, perhaps. A waltz. |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 07/08/2006 : 20:33:45
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Small flashes of life interspersed between long periods of just breathing make up our days... As time goes on, as we grow older and older, the flashes move together in our memories like one long tapestry, all as one piece... We learn, we prepare, we nourish ourselves for and from these flashes...
Everything else is just breathing...
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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booty
Sitter

USA
93 Posts |
Posted - 07/11/2006 : 14:32:44
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UNTHOUGHTFUL
on the plane of responsiveness to a few i am of oblivion
and long estranged from them I have been
so unmindful I conceive not a beautiful creation
choosing to think it not, only to be forgotten
yet would it be i that creates aimless disillusionment
leaving the lovely of creation an abandonment of sort
‘lest consciousness be the endeavor of my advent
and acquaint the humanities – with eternities work
of liberal art.
~ boots ~
Robert Knowles |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 07/13/2006 : 18:27:01
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O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed. Hold them cheap may who ne'er hung there. I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day. And I have asked to be Where no storms come...
Gerard Manley Hopkins |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 07/14/2006 : 19:00:32
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Someone to hold you too close Someone to hurt you too deep Someone to sit in your chair And ruin your sleep And make you aware of being alive
Someone to need you too much Someone to know you too well Someone to pull you up short And put you through hell And give you support for being alive-being alive Make me alive, make me confused Mock me with praise, let me be used Vary my days, but alone is alone, not alive!
Somebody hold me too close Somebody force me to care Somebody make me come through Ill always be there As frightened as you of being alive, Being alive, being alive!
Someone you have to let in Someone whose feelings you spare Someone who, like it or not Will want you to share a little, a lot of being alive Make me alive, make me confused Mock me with praise, let me be used Vary my days, but alone is alone, not alive!
Somebody crowd me with love Somebody force me to care Somebody make me come through Ill always be there As frightened as you to help us survive, Being alive, being alive, being alive, being alive
From "Company"
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2217 Posts |
Posted - 07/14/2006 : 21:19:07
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There's a blue band beyond their window. Foggy and indistinct. He says it's the ocean. A life lived and saved. A picture taken. An unknown door opening there. Some nights she climbs the widow's walk. Sets her lantern on the landing. Before she reaches the top-most stair. There in the dark she searches for his lost ship on the horizon. "A ghost ship," he tells her, nodding, "...yes...rocking like a cradle." |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 07/15/2006 : 21:15:28
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Too much known. An abyss beyond all reckoning. Words thrown away in haste, Too many to conjure any salvation now. Nights bathed in sweat With no dawn ever to come...
Hell hath no fury for me..
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 07/17/2006 : 16:45:21
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Too much beauty...
The first time I looked at her I had to look away...
I thought of Dixieland and Then I laughed...
Rebel spirit in evrything She did...
I thought I could tame her But she thought the same about me...
We were both wrong...
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2217 Posts |
Posted - 07/17/2006 : 19:29:52
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In the beginning, there was dark with astonishing stars. "Flame... Not sparkle," he told her. He was redesigning History at the kitchen table. Pivoting in his gravity-defying chair. Equal parts mischief and art. His mystery, absolute. How she loved his lack of despair. His grace-giving gaze of salvation. How he laughed out loud with his head thrown back when pieces of the sky fell down around them. Comet tails pinwheeling into the sea. Windmills out of control. None of this disturbed him. He rubbed the stubble on his chin and nodded in rapt attention. Night came with his knuckles rapping lightly on the door, and a new sun was born every morning. |
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booty
Sitter

USA
93 Posts |
Posted - 07/18/2006 : 13:49:42
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casualty
alcohol crazed to numb the brain his heart screamed out for relief - only to hurt more. mangled and torn from the wreckage he cried out help me - help me please as the lights flashed outside his darkened room. from the twisted daze of his excruciating mind he could hear cars begin to move carrying lively uninjured people to their regular work. with no sleep, reeking with remorse he must get up and face the happy world as if he were normal – but will he survive? God, why did she leave him?
~ boots ~
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booty
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USA
93 Posts |
Posted - 07/18/2006 : 15:14:33
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adventure
they come to me and draw nigh longing that i should with them stay. although it maybe the first for them – but not i that which they long I belay.
indiscriminately i let them on to me while on that uncertain they wind thereof but indeed so loosely some will fall to hurt aghast – from my nymphomaniacal love.
~ boots ~
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 07/18/2006 : 17:27:11
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[In the beginning was...]
I have come to the river to pray.... It should have been raining.... I felt the sun on my face as I left the woods, and the horse and I rode over the crest of the hill and saw the river again for the first time.... My River... Our River.... Where it had all started... Being here now without her would be like all the years I spent before her, seeking my peace and comfort in the river, except that now I would be missing a piece of my soul.... The town that we had gone to was behind me now; the gamblers, the ramblers..... the dead.... I would seek to find my faith again, here where I had found it in the first place, here where I was raised half a century ago before the world had turned upside down.... I have come to the river to make my confession, to seek my salvation, to see if there is any future here for one such as I, Left without a heart, but still full of seeking, still full of purpose, still full of the belief that I am powerless without the help of a power outside and above myself....
Rev B
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 07/18/2006 : 18:18:09
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Family pictures. Watching the whales off Race Point, 1975. Sun setting on everything holy. Knowing now you had seventeen years with them what would you do different?
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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