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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2217 Posts |
Posted - 12/22/2006 : 18:50:27
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The biggest department store in town. A block long on Main Street. Six windows of Christmastime magic. A moonlit village with steepled churches. Smoke rising from red brick chimney tops in plump donut halos. A Hans Brinker skating pond edged with sleds. Santa's workshop. Reindeers and Lionel locomotives. Elves in buckled boots and tiny leather aprons. Mouths full of shiny nails. Mrs. Claus's Olde Time Bakery Shoppe. Gingerbread men running out of the ovens under clouds of sugar-spun steam. Candy cane smocks and striped stockings. Pointy-toed shoes and holly hats with bells. A big calendar hanging crooked to count down the days. Kids with their noses pressed up against the glass sucking their hair into icicles. And just over there...by the streetlamp leaning... Under snowflakes gently falling...POe.
Merry Christmas to the Porch. God's blessing, and peace and love to all. |
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aussiedave
Swinger
  
Australia
509 Posts |
Posted - 12/23/2006 : 01:06:45
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POe dear POe
he was one in ten million he was one in ten times ten times ten million
he was one time one ain't two you two time timing you who do you think you're foolin' your heels need some coolin' girl i've got a good mind just to blow you out of my mind
take a forty-four pistol to me put one in my brain for her memory one for my heart and then i'll be free
the road down to gnashville's like crystal and stone
oh little girl little girl what have i done that has made you treat me so |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2217 Posts |
Posted - 12/23/2006 : 17:31:09
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"he was one in ten times ten times ten million"
Merry Christmas, AD. |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 12/23/2006 : 17:51:30
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Happy Christmas to the Nightly Vigil crowd, my second family for a few years now... As Guy Clark says, it's Stuff that works, the kind of stuff you reach for when you fall... Evry time I fall, I come back here to get recharged.... A special group, thats for sure, with Craig and David singin more and more and others chimin in for harmony... There is a special place in heaven for you, Ailinn, for having to endure sharing this space with the three of us fruitcakes.... Happy Christmas [War is Over] [J Lennon] Hank/Rev/Ralph
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 12/23/2006 : 17:54:37
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FROM 1999 - Rev Buckman Rants About Christmas
Boy, it sure is great listening to Christmas music sitting around the campfire... I can remember when it wasn't always this way... Like the Christmas of 1969 spent at college, near Muncie, Indiana at the Close Cover Before Striking School of Ministry, Music and Heavy Machinery... We could never have any sports teams, cause you couldn't put spikes or cleats on sandals, number one, and number two, how're you gonna make up a cheer for a school with a name like that..... OH,GO CCBSSMMHM... YOU GO BOYS.... No, no, no, it ain't makin it..... Anyway, they didn't like me much at CCBS.... I think I reminded them of the Boss too much, you know, Jesus..... Long, flowing hair, gentle bearded face, and a penchant for having fun and pissin people off.... They didn't crucify me, but they did give me eight hours to get off their sacred campus, and for that career change I will always be grateful... Their timing coulda been better.... Christmas in Indiana is no time to be on the highway with your thumb in the air at 18... I mean, it snows Sideways out there... And nobody wants to stop and pick you up on an Interstate highway,goin seventy miles an hour, warm in their Cadillac, on their way to some Amway meeting or something..... So, the only rides you're gonna get are usually from degenerates of some kind or bible-beaters that wanna kill another hippie for Christ.... I didn't really care; I could de-generate with the best of them, and I could handle the beaters cause I grew up with em... Give me a man with a religious opinion, and I'd eat him up and spit him out.... This was the time of Jesus Christ Superstar, and there were actually people out there that got their theology from the libretto to the Andrew Lloyd Webber/Tim Rice version of the Crucifixion.... Yeah, there was some great music there, but as a system of values or to base a trip to eternity on, well, it mighta left a little to be desired.... They muddled it all up; you never really believed that this was THE SON O GOD,just a confused, ho-loving zealot whose mouth got him in Big trouble.... And they left the story at the grave, with Him dead.... THAT WAS NEVER THE POINT.... It wasn't His birth, or His life, or his friends, or His mother, or His sandals, or any of that that mattered..... It was that HE ROSE again, from the dead, defeated the forces of evil that had plagued Man since Adam picked up the fig leaf, And sat once again at the right hand of the Father..... THAT WAS THE POINT, and now, as usual, I have lost mine, so, BJ, if you'll crank up the stereo, we'll get back to now.... waiting for the Millenium to wash itself up on the beach......
Rev J Alfred Buckman DD AA LSD RIAA ONO
[December,1999]
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 12/24/2006 : 07:03:11
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Come and walk with me Down a path that leads to forever It'll just take one night but Maybe we can stop Being alone together
You're sittin there alone Thinkin of home And the dark places in your past You're thinkin of drinkin Off the memory of The man that didn't last
Dance one dance with me Give me one nite or three And I'll promise you forever It'll be quite a nite but Baby we can stop Being alone together
I walked in here to have just one beer Now I'm thinkin I might stay awhile After I saw your face imagined it in lace I'll never get over your smile
So, Come and walk with me Down a path that leads to forever It'll just take one night but Maybe we can stop Being alone together
Come and walk with me Down a path that leads to forever It'll just take one night but Baby we can stop Being alone together...
Hank Beukema- revbuckmanmusic - 2006
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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San Diego
Swinger
  
509 Posts |
Posted - 12/24/2006 : 16:56:54
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~Dragons at the Cove Bakery~
Trays of apple-almond tortes called Bethlehem's Crown are cooling on long stainless tables at the ocean end of town. Flaked pastry dragons and scaly sea serpents filled with marzipan. The coffee is free Christmas Eve and the line winds round the sandy parking lot where the Pacific Ocean sometimes crosses the Pacific Coast Highway. But not tonight. Tonight, volunteers are boxing the chocolate croissants and jewel-like mosaic Danish. Children are helping themselves to broken gingerbread men while rolling warm Pfeffernusse in confectioners sugar. Wide-eyed and in thrall. Imagining new boards in tomorrow's predicted 60 degree water. The beach fires are burning in quarter-mile marked rings sending their fragrant incense into the dark arched sky. And beyond the desert Badlands, a holy, gold light. In the east...that grounded star.
Happy Birthday, Jesus. Merry Christmas, Mick. |
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aussiedave
Swinger
  
Australia
509 Posts |
Posted - 12/27/2006 : 03:57:32
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SO..were they soulmates?..........soulmates, no they were not soulmates, not in the true sense of the word. for true soulmates never know comparisons.......
they were very close to being soulmates, but not close enough.
if anything they were wounded soulmates,the more they loved one another the more they hurt one another.
......it created a distance between them that with the passing of time caused them to drift away from each other.
the thought of separation the only thing that kept them together.
a strong bond,like a thin glass tube,about to shatter into a million pieces.........leaving splinters of fine glass,invisible to the naked eye but would inevitably cut deep into two souls.
no,they were not soulmates,that is,they did not know that they were not. for you see,the distance betweem them was too much to overcome. and so it must be.
o poe o |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2217 Posts |
Posted - 12/28/2006 : 17:31:57
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PS That's no mirage on the runway. Just a guy out on the tarmac pulling the jet in with sticks. |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 01/06/2007 : 19:02:13
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The scars on the inside Shine even in the dark And make his face look mean So he hides it...
But he is known to be gentle with the right one...
Rev Buckman
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 01/07/2007 : 04:06:52
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I sit with her in the darkness waiting for the one that they say is looking for me... I am more than armed; gun in one pocket, Bible in the other... I can stand the silence no longer; I take the Bible out and lay it on the table; I take the gun out and hand it to Melinda; I take my jacket and collar off and remove my hat... I am ready... To DANCE... I pirouette around the room as she watches, shaken, stunned at first at my insanity... I collapse into my chair Laughing like a madman... When I feel the Spirit in me like this, I Must Fight or make mad, passionate love, or DANCE....
I sometimes favor one over the other,
but I LOVE to DANCE...
Rev B
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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Grania
Rocker
 
110 Posts |
Posted - 01/07/2007 : 15:51:59
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We do not forget The camp lit with torch light The arcane tools The sword The salt-mist air The heathered moor The wisdom of the Sage Burnt edges around his words
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2217 Posts |
Posted - 01/11/2007 : 18:52:06
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Chloe wasn't always a silver-plaited queen in a wheelchair. There was a time when she wore her hair loose down to the backs of her knees. And her hair was coal black like a crow's wing. Her shoes were pink satin with ribbons criss-crossing her ankles. Sometimes, when she stuffed those toes with soft lambs wool, she attached jingly bells to the pink. "Not in the best houses, mind you, but where the audience was, well... Less assuming. The ambiance...a little less refined." Chloe loves words. 'Ambiance' is one of her favorites. She uses words like spice. Like salt and pepper. A little cayenne here. A pinch of cumin or oregano. Now she dances with the widowers McKenna or Hartt. When she has "enough umphh to give a go 'round the room." The nurses and aids stare in awe at her grace. Her beautiful hands reaching towards enchantment. "Boneless wrists is how it should appear," she says. "Ballet is balance and weight as much as art. I had too much chest to be a prima." |
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Craig
Firefly
    
Kyrgyzstan
3793 Posts |
Posted - 01/11/2007 : 19:24:08
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quote: Originally posted by Ailinn
Chloe wasn't always a silver-plaited queen in a wheelchair. There was a time when she wore her hair loose down to the backs of her knees. And her hair was coal black like a crow's wing. Her shoes were pink satin with ribbons criss-crossing her ankles. Sometimes, when she stuffed those toes with soft lambs wool, she attached jingly bells to the pink. "Not in the best houses, mind you, but where the audience was, well... Less assuming. The ambiance...a little less refined." Chloe loves words. 'Ambiance' is one of her favorites. She uses words like spice. Like salt and pepper. A little cayenne here. A pinch of cumin or oregano. Now she dances with the widowers McKenna or Hartt. When she has "enough umphh to give a go 'round the room." The nurses and aids stare in awe at her grace. Her beautiful hands reaching towards enchantment. "Boneless wrists is how it should appear," she says. "Ballet is balance and weight as much as art. I had too much chest to be a prima."
Why you been gone so long!
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aussiedave
Swinger
  
Australia
509 Posts |
Posted - 01/12/2007 : 04:58:16
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'Not where I breathe,but where I love,I live'
Robert Southwell [1561-1595] |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 01/13/2007 : 12:15:51
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I sit in the dark, in the back of the saloon... I watch, I sometimes learn, But mostly I just grow grayer and older... But, I am done with Was.. I am done with Why...
There is only the Magic And pain and joy of What will now come to be...
Maybe I Have paid attention...
Rev Buckman
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 01/13/2007 : 16:00:19
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THE NEXT TO LAST WALTZ
I think it was the next to last slow dance When she told me she'd fallen in love After the day, after the way She'd come to me from above
I think it was the start of the romance When she put her mouth close to my ear She said, For ever, only forever I've waited for you to appear
We push and we strain, we run thru the rain Trying to find the right one There's no way to name it, no way to claim it But getting there's half of the fun I thought I was lost, forgotten the cost That I'd had to pay for my faults When I turned in the fight, turned out the light I was surprised by the next to last waltz.....
La da da, da da da, la da da dee La da da, da da da, la da da doo La da da, da da da, la da da day La da da, da da da, la doo....
I think it was the next to last slow dance When she told me she'd fallen in love After the day, after the way She'd come to me from above
I think it was the start of the romance When she put her mouth close to my ear She said, For ever, only forever I've waited for you to appear
We push and we strain, we run thru the rain Trying to find the right one There's no way to name it, no way to claim it But getting there's half of the fun I thought I was lost, forgotten the cost That I'd had to pay for my faults When I turned in the fight, turned out the light I was surprised by the next to last waltz.....
La da da, da da da, la da da dee La da da, da da da, la da da doo La da da, da da da, la da da day La da da, da da da, la doo....
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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Craig
Firefly
    
Kyrgyzstan
3793 Posts |
Posted - 01/14/2007 : 17:39:22
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Today...
A walk in the old town, cold rain. Gristmill, by the rain swollen river. Hot coffee, to warm my bones. Lone bison, king of the mountaintop. Convict behind a fence, far from home.
Still, a cold rain.
Not the Wild West...that was last night.
Craig
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Ailinn
Windchimer
   
2217 Posts |
Posted - 01/14/2007 : 20:33:46
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"First star. Right there," he says, pointing. They're standing on the fault line looking up at the sky. A lizard skitters across the sandstone. Squirrels chatter in the trumpet vine. The cliff blues with tall shadows. The night stretches its scarred wing. O, nicked finger. O, heart full of vows. |
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aussiedave
Swinger
  
Australia
509 Posts |
Posted - 01/15/2007 : 22:54:24
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Angel wings,beating my face, forcing me into grace.
Dear eyes,loving my soul, drawing me to the goal.
Strong Word,piercing my brain, bringing me holy shame.
Pain's cry,welling within, lifting me out of sin.
Red hands,clotted with blood, thrusting me up to God.
G Bingham Changi POW Camp 1943 |
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