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aussiedave
Swinger

Australia
509 Posts

Posted - 11/08/2006 :  01:49:10  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send aussiedave a Yahoo! Message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
mirror,

the lines
on the palms
of my hands

walk there,


I chase
the colored
flecks
in your eyes

mirror.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 11/08/2006 :  19:35:39  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
one derful

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

2249 Posts

Posted - 11/09/2006 :  18:35:56  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
In the chilly hills off Mulholland he pirates morsels from ingenious grills glowing on cantilevered decks along the canyons. Delicate herbs stir and murmur on terraced lawns. Alive with anticipation. Juniper and eucalyptus edge the whirl-winded ridge. Tiny fairy lights shiver in the boughs and sharp holly hedges. Candles and chandeliers inside. Wine decanting in Ireland's crystal. November's melancholy light. A scene so inviting he imagines they're both invited. It's five high treed miles to the Dragon's Cave where she waits in the dirt-trodden clearing. A bowl of stars above. A knee-high mist on the ground. A chain around her ankle. He comes through the moon like a silver apparition. Bowed under the dark weight slung over his shoulder. His heart brim-full and spilling. At the top of the world they sit knee to knee. The feast before them, warm and imperishable.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 11/10/2006 :  13:07:03  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Rebecca said, Preacher I have to go away for awhile...
I have some thinking to do about the future...

I said, what's to think about?
A psychotic ex-preacher, a drunken polar bear
And an endless supply of drama and Jameson's...

Ev'ry womans dream....

Rev Buckman

http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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Becka
Sitter

95 Posts

Posted - 11/10/2006 :  13:14:06  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Preach...........
I'm not thinkin' bout the future.
That's already decided.

Where I'm going is an only arms' length....
far enough that you can't reach
but close enough to keep me covered.

My dream? your blanket of songs.......
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Karen Runk
Firefly

USA
4925 Posts

Posted - 11/10/2006 :  14:58:11  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send Karen Runk an AOL message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Pssssssst. Hank. You better keep this girl. She will keep on your toes.

Karen Runk
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 11/10/2006 :  15:23:28  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Rebecca seeds the clouds that water the fields...
Rebecca not only found where I hid the moon but she re-hid it and won't tell me where...
She has entranced Moonbeam so that he won't take the carrot from me anymore...

If she needs to go away to collect her thots or her underwear, so be it...

It's not like I haven't been afraid of the dark before...

Rev Buckman


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

Edited by - buckman on 11/10/2006 15:27:38
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 11/10/2006 :  18:59:06  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"Hop in," he says. His elbow out the window. His fast foot tapping the floor. Sunset slides across the windshield. He follows the red X's right off the page. His foolproof map of escape. Later when he falls asleep at the wheel she nudges him awake. He opens his eyes. He smiles and nods. "For my next trick..." he says, and winks.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 11/10/2006 :  23:10:01  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Melinda came by tonite...
I told her that Rebecca had all of me, dont even bother...
She said lay back and see what you say about Rebecca...

I said

Give it your best shot...

Rev Buckman


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

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 11/11/2006 :  11:43:28  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I hit this one dead center...
I gave it my best shot that ever killed a man but it did not even sting this
woman...

I can make a tame woman wild but I
Apparently cannot make a wild woman tame...

Oh well, it is her loss....

Melinda will come back to me even if the one I want

doesn't or won't...



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

2249 Posts

Posted - 11/11/2006 :  17:07:39  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
She watches The Magician step to the foot of the stage. Sees the hopefuls in the front row lean closer. Knows it's his cracked-in-half laughter that saves them all. He tosses the Life Preserver into the crowd. Picks up the saw and moves forward. Her pins-and-needle sleeping limbs. Her wide open unblinking eyes. The Shaman in the parking lot is lighting small fires when the limo driver drops his last fare. The lobstermen on wet decks are hauling in full pots of November. The pedestaled Life Guards gaze out upon the camouflage sea. Their neon trunks and zinc oxide noses a beacon for thoses in the undertow. "Pixels," The Magician warns, and begins sawing, "too close to the big picture to see."
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aussiedave
Swinger

Australia
509 Posts

Posted - 11/12/2006 :  01:04:29  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send aussiedave a Yahoo! Message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"I will never leave thee
nor forsake thee"

how could I ever forget you.
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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5446 Posts

Posted - 11/12/2006 :  02:18:13  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
a poet is somebody who feels, and who expresses
his feeling through words. this may sound easy.
it isn't. almost anybody can learn to think or
believe or know, but not a single human being
can be taught to feel. why? because whenever you
think or you believe or you know, you're a lot
of other people; but the moment you feel, you're
nobody-but-yourself.

e.e. cummings


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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 11/12/2006 :  20:27:37  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Melinda is gone...
Rebecca is back...
I was thrown out of the saloon,
Actually lifted up and thrown out...

Busy couple of nites...

Rev Buckman
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Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3794 Posts

Posted - 11/15/2006 :  20:07:38  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Mantis praying at my door.
Winter's way is soon to come.
North wind blowing in a cold spell.
Geese are calling in the moonlit night.
The Fall, my most favorite time of the year.

craig
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 11/17/2006 :  02:32:45  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
As I stepped out into the
Newly cold air
I smelled a fireplace and
Thought of Other Novembers...
Jesse ran off for the Cavalry
When he was just eighteen
And Carmelita, well,
Carmelita she just kind of
Flew away one morning...
I've said it before, but
Some choices just kinda
Get made For us...
But tonight,
I spread my arms to the
Starry November sky and
I scream out for the strength to
Choose to be sober for
Just one more day...

Rev Buckman


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

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 11/17/2006 :  02:36:37  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply

Autumn


The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up,
as if orchards were dying high in space.
Each leaf falls as if it were motioning "no."

And tonight the heavy earth is falling
away from all other stars in the loneliness.

We're all falling. This hand here is falling.
And look at the other one. It's in them all.

And yet there is Someone, whose hands
infinitely calm, holding up all this falling.

Rainer Maria Rilke


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Doug Lang
Swinger

Canada
1135 Posts

Posted - 11/17/2006 :  03:43:04  Show Profile  Visit Doug Lang's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"What is a saint? A saint is someone who has achieved
a remote human possibility. It is impossible to say
what that possibility is. I think that it has something
to do with the energy of love. Contact with this energy
results in the exercise of a kind of balance in the chaos
of existence. A saint does not dissolve the chaos; if he
did the world would have changed long ago. I do not think
that a saint dissolves the chaos even for himself, for
there is something arrogant and warlike in the notion of
a man setting the universe in order. It is a kind of balance
that is his glory. He rides the drifts like an escaped ski.
His course is the caress of the hill. His track is a drawing
of the snow in a moment of its particular arrangement with
wind and rock.

"Something in him so loves the world that he gives himself
to the laws of gravity and chance. Far from flying with angels,
he traces with the fidelity of a seismograph needle the state
of the solid bloody landscape. His house is dangerous and
finite, but he is at home in the world. He can love the shape
of human beings, the fine and twisted shapes of the heart.
It is good to have among us such men, such balancing monsters
of love."

Leonard Cohen
from his second novel, "Beautiful Losers" (1966)


http://www.myspace.com/dukelang
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 11/18/2006 :  11:00:44  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Rebecca said to me,
Jesus said, Lo I am with you always...
Rebecca says, High you are on your own...

There's always somebody
Tryin to ruin a good time...

Rev Buckman


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buckman
Firefly

USA
2872 Posts

Posted - 11/18/2006 :  11:17:14  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I had decided I would shoot Rebecca
The next time I saw her
When Melinda came by for her nightly, um, visit...

She said, Well, Preacher....
As long as you have your pistol out.................................

Rev Buckman


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