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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 10/13/2006 :  18:01:05  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
There's a song I've been singing
But I could not find the words
There's a tune I've been humming
But I could not find the chords

There's a face I've been seeing
Evry nite in all my dreams
There's a voice I've been hearing
In the rivers and the streams

I guess what I'm tryin to say
Is to give me just one chance
I guess what I'm askin is
Can you risk one real romance...

There's a song I've been singing
But I couldn't find the words
There's a melody I've been hearing
In a key I've never heard

There's a face I've been seeing
While she was seeing mine
There's a lot of hurt to go thru
Before you see it's time

I guess what I'm tryin to say
Is to give me just one chance
I guess what I'm askin is
Can you risk one real romance...


Hank Beukema RevBuckman Music 2006

See more of my writing at:
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 10/13/2006 :  18:10:46  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply


It is dark. The Cafe is empty. The kerosene lamp's yellow glow throws
shadows against the adobe. I turn up the chairs on the tables. Sweep the
dirt into a pile by the door. Outside the street is deserted except for
stony-eyed horses shivering in fear. How the land falls away from
us into the gorge! You stand beside me looking out from under your wide hat
dreaming of
horses. Your eyes trace the hawk's flight above the canyons. I lower my eyes
against what you know. You, and your thirsty knowledge. When I look back
again your
eyes have turned to stars. [Grania]

[Where are the stars? I see only holes. A light from behind the sky
makes
it's way through... touches the Earth and traces the ground until once again
the midnight sun falls quietly over the edge. You can tell the moon
is full, some crazy Cowboy tried to gun down the wind again this morning.][Mickey ]

I sit in the back of the Cafe, in the dark, where no one can see me...I
see
it all, I hear it all......The Evil... The Evil ... I can no longer pretend
it is
not there.... Someday they will pay for who and what they are...They will
not
ever even know... One moment, here, drinking a whiskey; the next, in Hell...
It will
ruin their day... It is the Work of the Lord..... I continue to not feel a
sense of guilt.... Rev Buckman

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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5446 Posts

Posted - 10/26/2006 :  02:07:55  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I would like to sing someone to sleep,
have someone to sit by and be with.
I would like to cradle you and softly sing,
be your companion while you sleep or wake.
I would like to be the only person in the house
who knew: the night outside was cold. And would
like to listen to you and outside to the world
and to the woods. The clocks are striking,
calling to each other, and one can see right
to the edge of time. Outside the house a
strange man is afoot and a strange dog barks,
wakened from his sleep. Beyond that there is
silence. My eyes rest upon your face wide-open;
and they hold you gently, letting you go when
something in the dark begins to move.

Ignorant before the heavens of my life, I stand
and gaze in wonder. Oh the vastness of the stars.
Their rising and descent. How still. As if I
didn't exist. Do I have any share in this? Have
I somehow dispensed with their pure effect?
Does my blood's ebb and flow change with their changes?
Let me put aside every desire, every relationship
except this one, so that my heart grows used to
its farthest spaces. Better that it live fully aware,
in the terror of its stars, than as if protected,
soothed by what is near.

You, darkness, that I come from, I love you more
than all the fires that fence in the world,
for the fire makes a circle of light for everyone
and then no one outside learns of you.
But the darkness pulls in everything - shapes and fires,
animals and myself, how easily it gathers them!
- powers and people - and it is possible a great
presence is moving near me. I have faith in nights.

Rainer Maria Rilke



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San Diego
Swinger

515 Posts

Posted - 10/26/2006 :  17:41:01  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Please pray for our Firefighters, a light rain and no wind.
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Lois
Windchimer

USA
1556 Posts

Posted - 10/26/2006 :  17:44:31  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send Lois an AOL message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
quote:
Originally posted by San Diego

Please pray for our Firefighters, a light rain and no wind.



Done San Diego. I share your concern...Four of those brave fire fighters lost their lives today in that blaze. I live in fire storm territory. Hope the Santa Ana's stop blowing tonight.
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San Diego
Swinger

515 Posts

Posted - 10/28/2006 :  16:19:46  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Thank you, Lois. Sunday looks cooler with Santa Ana's subsiding and onshore moisture moving inland.
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Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3794 Posts

Posted - 10/28/2006 :  22:42:16  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
A rediscovered entity...a renewal of prose. Today, Joyce Kilmer. Dead on a battlefield of France in the year of our Lord 1918.

Only known to me before by his Trees. Now his Roof, now his many other writings...

A poet, cold...lifeless...near the village of Seringes. For his trouble, awarded the Croix de Guerre by France...

What a talent...WHAT A TALENT! A light snuffed by a lone sniper's indiscriminate bullet.

I never knew before today...

After all, it was in second grade when Ms. Kahla first quoted,

"I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree..."

Little did I know, 'til today, 44 years later...

craig
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Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3794 Posts

Posted - 10/29/2006 :  19:41:10  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"Do you think about me, every now and then. Do I ever cross your mind... "

~MSN~
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 10/30/2006 :  20:07:27  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Rebecca said to me
You know it's not that big a leap
To think we might grow old together...
I said, it's beginning to feel more like
We might grow young together...

After I knew she was asleep
I sang Way Over Yonder in a Minor Key
Into her silent ear...

Rev Buckman


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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 10/30/2006 :  20:09:28  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Rebecca asked me if I would tell her
What I could never tell Carmelita or my horse...
I told her that
Truth be told, I had forgotten where I hid the moon...

I said, I was hoping you could help me with that...

Rev Buckman


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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 11/03/2006 :  20:41:03  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Tonite I faced him in the street
I told him that despite the full moon
He would never be as crazy or as strong as me
Thats when I shot him thru the heart...

Rebecca and I went upstairs like nothing else had happened

Just another little bump in the nite...

Rev Buckman




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Joey L.
Swinger

USA
1383 Posts

Posted - 11/03/2006 :  21:29:44  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Hank,

Is there ANY chance to get you to next year's Gathering : G7???????

We would ALL love to meet you.

A fan,

Joey L.

The Future's Not ...
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 11/04/2006 :  12:17:19  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
She climbs on my horse and heads south
On the full moon nite...
Not to leave me like the others
But to gather her things to come back to me...

Step carefully, Moonbeam...

You carry my hopes and dreams in your saddle...

Rev Buckman




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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 11/04/2006 :  13:54:41  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Carmelita's got a gun..
She heard that Janey had one and wanted one for herself...
Apparently she is not happy with
Losing both Rev Buckman and Moonbeam
And is taking the matter into her own hands...

I wish her luck...

May her aim be straight the first time...

Rev Buckman


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Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 11/04/2006 :  17:11:35  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Under the curved bridge and out to the open sea the tall ship sails with its Captain. The scullery maid's dark loom lists to port. Forbidden on board. A stowaway in the cabin. "...aye, a rough crossing," he says when she shows up seasick. He slips his steady palm under her elbow. A thousand miles of trees spring between them. Conical. Swirling green. The tops of the tall masts fly high into the cloud-shrouded sky. Some Heaven slides by. Some sunny days.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 11/04/2006 :  17:16:48  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Little house in the Cove. Pine cupboards set catter-cornered. Salt settling on the finials of their old iron bed. Curlicue patterened. His cap and uniform coat folded neatly on the window seat where he watches the tall ships arrival. Pirates and Sailors. Renegade Saints. Love's homeless refugees.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 11/04/2006 :  17:24:01  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I give up... No one can write like this...

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Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 11/04/2006 :  17:30:46  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Crushed stars undiluted on the floor. The path he walked across well lit now. Despite November's unreliable light. There was a man who laid his heart on the table. The moon in the attic knew him. And the salty stars climbing the stairs. He changed her name every midnight. His storm-smudged eyes. The fog horn's hoarse determination. He kept track of what was above and below them. "Be careful who you tell your secrets to," he whispered. She forgot who she was in the morning.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 11/05/2006 :  17:55:19  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply

She sends me love songs from the south...
Taste of forever on her lips
Smell of comfort on her body
Look of me in her eyes...

When two people fit together like this
It would be a shame to let it pass by...

I believe we will make a run at forever
A day at a time...

Forever can't start soon enough for me...

Hank Beukema



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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 11/06/2006 :  16:37:32  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply

I had been seperated from
the healing woman since I
opened my eyes and
felt something stir in me
that I would not let myself admit...
As I left the river
and rode up thru the pines,
I allowed my heart to feel again...
To want, to need, to desire...
To search...



The Sailor sings
his harlequin melodies and we dance...

When I was on the Ocean all
I wanted was land...
When I was crossing
the Great Desert all
I wanted was water...
It is The Desire...
The dream that will follow
That is The Mountaintop...

Sometimes when I am with people
I want to be alone...
But when I am alone
I always want to be with the woman...

It is the Desire
of the Dream
That fires our blood and
Takes us to the oceans and
The stars...
It is not the arriving



The light begins to rise
behind us and brings a
stillness that the whole
earth seems to listen to...
It has been a long time since
I rode with another and
my words come as if from
another's tongue...
Her words sound like
music in my mind...
Yet,the comfort comes in the
company not the words...

Rev Buckman




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