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Karen Runk
Firefly

USA
4925 Posts

Posted - 07/20/2006 :  12:13:27  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send Karen Runk an AOL message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Craig, you gotta run with the old guys......stop acting like you feel good or something. LOL

Just kidding.....you look great......and you should bike with the kids. Sorry about the bruises and blood.

P.S. Our son, John, surving a truck wreck, was planning on climbing a couple mountains soon.....ooops....I guess that won't happen.

Karen Runk
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Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3793 Posts

Posted - 07/20/2006 :  18:14:31  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Not me this time, Karen.

Craig
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2174 Posts

Posted - 07/20/2006 :  21:25:19  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"Blues-moanin' wind through the eaves, baby. A ghost singin' in the trees. Close your sleepy eyes and dream."
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booty
Sitter

USA
93 Posts

Posted - 07/20/2006 :  21:34:51  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply

the judge

born in the projects unwanted by his mother
who was addicted to crack at the time,
he never had the pleasure of knowing his father
nor did she on the streets with her body so grime.

his grandparents who never knew from far away
the circumstance, could never rock him on their knee;
or hold him late at night comforted to waylay
those painful spirits that attack little boys so unfriendly.

only an abandoned mishap abused and unloved
with no one to guide him through those years impressionable,
he came to be placed in a parochial school where his indifference
grew to be accredited,
and came without heartfelt emotions – (victimless but justifiable).

~ boots ~




Robert Knowles

Edited by - booty on 07/23/2006 20:19:25
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2820 Posts

Posted - 07/21/2006 :  21:22:59  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Ok, I admit it,
I have been dead for fourteen years...

It is long past the time when
I must let my dead be dead
And rejoin my family and friends...

I have somehow thought that
Moving on or caring or loving
Would be disrespecting their memory...

I must finally bury them and let them
Rest in peace...

I must stop sliding and start climbing...
I must think clearly and positively and
Aggresively pursue that every day...

I must stop hiding inside myself
And start thinking of others...
I must start caring about living
Instead of not caring if I die...

I have always tried to be aware of
Too much wallowing in self-pity
And that others hurt, too...
But being aware of it and
Not doing it are
Two different paths...

I need to turn the horse around and
Head the other way...

I need to apologize for the
Relationships I have let fall away
And be grateful for the parents
And few friends that I have allowed
To grow closer...

I need to clean the house,
Change the oil and
Go to the doctor...

[[Baby steps, Rev, Baby steps...]]

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Ailinn
Windchimer

2174 Posts

Posted - 07/23/2006 :  17:34:29  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
At the top of the cliff is a stilted house strung with tiny christmas lights and rain-drop shaped bells. Whorled sea shells line the porch rail. In the yard, a swinging rope hammock where a man and a woman dream between two trees.
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booty
Sitter

USA
93 Posts

Posted - 07/25/2006 :  21:24:21  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply




There with Curtiss, my dear friend, we played and grabbled many a hot summer’s day catching red eye, bass, and brim as such so abundant under the shelving rocks and rooty banks,, where sometimes a harmless water moccasin would get its way. Later we would roll a Dukes Mixture with a mischievous touch and enjoy our simple bounty. That was before retribution, mature complications that are so paradoxical they tend to dispel the spontaneity of inclinations functioning as one right, right there where life-in-its-self is joy. For it was there many years ago just the other side of the rainbow, exceedingly a colorful place, that we so often danced.


Robert Knowles
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booty
Sitter

USA
93 Posts

Posted - 07/25/2006 :  21:58:19  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply







Now after many years I still adorn the creek which fills my heart with the sights and sounds so familiar of my boyhood, like a woodland nymph that abides by the stream and lays pacific in time all illusionary apprehension. The hoot of a great horned owl, wild geese honking as they begin their celestial flight, fish jumping and the pleasant array of birds and squirrels I sometimes feed. I see within that innocent view a closeness -- a relative youthful spirit unconcerned with the austerities of time hoarding with age whose natural setting joins together the direction of my opposites.

~boots~


Robert Knowles
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2174 Posts

Posted - 07/26/2006 :  21:19:57  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
He reached for his pick and his heart-shaped shovel. The temperature in Harmony was 126 degrees. Lemon-rind moon above top-heavy palms. The intense world's valiant spinning. She kept a green thumb in the attic. One in the basement as well. A new sun bloomed every morning when his ear bent to her hearts true incantation. His embrace grew stronger as their sun-stained skin started to fade.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2174 Posts

Posted - 07/29/2006 :  17:42:41  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
It's Saturday night and Eve's talking with her hands. Firing the clay in a natural kiln. A tree hollowed out by lightning. Something ornamental for Adam. The right vessel to fill the empty place she stepped out of. Adam watches from the edge of The Garden. Light breaks through his bandaged side.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2820 Posts

Posted - 07/30/2006 :  09:32:55  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Of all the things to let me down...
My heart, my heart...
It has lain too long on the altar of pity...
It has burned too long alone...
It has stayed too long at the affair...

But, I, ARTHUR,
KING OF THE KNOWN WORLD...
WILL GO ON...
Whether here or beyond
The tales will be told, the fires burned
The men will lie and brag
The women will whisper and weep...
The children will hear the stories and
Dream of them in their sleep...

[[Jeez, Rev, are ya being a little dramatic...
It's just a little angiogram, happens every day...]]

SLEEP, MY CHILDREN, SLEEP...
Whilst we with the heart to go on
And the taste for the battle
FIGHT ON....

[[Ommagod, this is just tooo much, Rev...]]

Rev Buckman



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buckman
Firefly

USA
2820 Posts

Posted - 07/30/2006 :  09:34:10  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Sunday morning
Poco's here,
Singin Crazy eyes and
Magnolia you sweet thing....
Gram Parsons made evry wrong decision for all of his 27 years...
I am twice that and still haven't learned,
Washing the heart medicine down with JJ...

Crazy eyes, you're as blind as you can be....

Aye God, Woodrow, it's been a
Hell of a dance, Ain't it...




http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5446 Posts

Posted - 08/02/2006 :  00:13:11  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
For some people the day comes
when they have to declare the great Yes
or the great No. It's clear at once who has the Yes
ready within him; and saying it,
he goes from honor to honor, strong in his conviction.
He who refuses does not repent. Asked again,
he'd still say no. Yet that no - the right no -
drags him down all his life.

-Constantine P Cavafy

http://www.myspace.com/mickeynewbury
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2174 Posts

Posted - 08/02/2006 :  21:59:13  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Her bow and her quiver of hand-made arrows. His tempered sword and burnished suit of mail. He remembers flying. He does not remember wings.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2820 Posts

Posted - 08/04/2006 :  17:46:15  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply


I wish the sunlight finds you
At your best and with good friends
I wish the sunlight finds you
On a road that never bends...

I wish the moonlight finds you
When it's too dark to see your trail
I wish the moonlight finds you
With the wind still in your sail...

The rainbows and the gold are always there
Sometimes they just don't catch our eye
The trials and the storms must come first
I guess I've always wondered why...

I wish the sunlight finds you
Full of hope and full of cheer
I wish the sunlight finds you
With someone you hold dear...

I wish the moonlight finds you
On the road that leads you home
I wish the moonlight finds you
When your heart ceases to roam...

The rainbows and the gold were always there
Sometimes they just didn't catch our eye
The trials and the storms must come first
They're what teach us to try...

I wish the sunlight finds you...

Hank Beukema - BarbSong Music 2006


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Ailinn
Windchimer

2174 Posts

Posted - 08/05/2006 :  19:08:06  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
She's talking to Chole. "Oh, for cryin' out loud! That's why you stuck your thumb out in the first place!" Doris says. Doris Roaring Red Sox. Formerly Doris Dark-Clark Ducharme. She changed her name after she hung that autographed picture and Fenway Park program in a gold Woolworth frame on her kitchen wall. Doris did. "To Doris- Good Luck & thanks for the hot dog." Signed by some guy in a Boston uniform named Bill Lee. "Spaceman," Doris sighs, "my one true love." Chole reaches for the coral mother-of-pearl nail polish and rolls her eyes. Chole's a Padre fan.
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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5446 Posts

Posted - 08/05/2006 :  19:19:35  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Bill "Spaceman" Lee is one of my all-time favourites, Ailinn.
Here are a few quotes attributed to him during his career...

"Do they leave it (Fenway's Green Monster) there during the game?"

"Hell, if KY jelly went off the market, the whole California Angels
pitching staff would be out of baseball."

"If it had been me out there, I'd had bitten his ear off. I'd have
Van Gogh'ed him."

"I'm mad at Hank (Aaron) for deciding to play one more season.
I threw him his last home run and thought I'd be remembered forever.
Now, I'll have to throw him another."

"I think about the cosmic snowball theory. A few million years from
now the sun will burn out and lose its gravitational pull. The
earth will turn into a giant snowball and be hurled through space.
When that happens it won't matter if I get this guy out."

"I would change policy, bring back natural grass and nickel beer.
Baseball is the belly-button of our society. Straighten out
baseball, and you straighten out the rest of the world."

"Most of the managers are lifetime .220 hitters. For years pitchers
have been getting these managers out 75% of the time and that's why
they don't like us."

"People are too hung up on winning. I can get off on a really good
helmet throw."

"That was real baseball in those days. We weren't playing for money.
They gave us Mickey Mouse watches that ran backwards."

"The designated gerbil." (nickname given to Don Zimmer)

"The more self-centered and egotistical a guy is, the better
ballplayer he's going to be."

"The only rule I got is if you slide, get up."

"The other day they asked me about mandatory drug testing. I said
I believed in drug testing a long time ago. All through the sixties
I tested everything."

"You have two hemispheres in your brain - a left and a right side.
The left side controls the right side of your body and right
controls the left half. It's a fact. Therefore, left-handers are
the only people in their right minds."

"You should enter a ballpark the way you enter a church."

"Before Game Seven of the '75 World Series, I heard from a reporter
that (Cincinnati manager) Sparky Anderson said, 'No matter what
happens today, my starting pitcher is going to go to the Baseball
Hall Of Fame.' I was the Red Sox starting pitcher, so the reporter
asked me what I thought of Sparky saying that. I told him, no
matter what happens today, after it's over I'm going to the
Elliott Lounge."

"You take a team with twenty-five ***holes and I'll show you a
pennant winner. I'll show you the New York Yankees."


http://www.myspace.com/mickeynewbury

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buckman
Firefly

USA
2820 Posts

Posted - 08/06/2006 :  08:04:46  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Prairie game of base just before the rains. Soldiers against the cowboys. Rusty hit the last ball into the swamp and everybody punched him as he rounded the cowpies. Then the rains came and the lost ball dint matter anymore; everybody had a job to do.

Hellfire,tho,we remembered that game for a long time...

Rev
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2820 Posts

Posted - 08/06/2006 :  10:35:40  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The weakened warrior from the West came to the Princess of the North in a
dream... He knew that she had suffered, but he also knew she was strong...
He asked what he could do to regain his strength for the battle ahead... She
told him it was not what he could do but what he must do that was all that
was important... He lit a vanilla candle, kissed her and left her to her
dreams of crystal balls and blue waters...

HB
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2820 Posts

Posted - 08/12/2006 :  07:18:21  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
FOR VINCE BELL LONG AGO

Whispering ghost ships sail by
Leaving me standing on the pier
With my suitcase and my dreams...
I woke too early one morning
and
Suddenly I was old,
That scared person usually
Left behind in sleep has
Taken over
pretending to be me,
Evrything hurts and
Evrything is doubtful and harder to do...

Sometimes it seems like evry day
We have to learn how to live all over again...

Hank Beukema 2006 BarbSong Publishing




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