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Joey L.
Swinger
USA
1383 Posts |
 Posted - 02/16/2007 : 19:39:51
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Upon a stone, in the hearafter, an inscription:
"Started more than I could finish ...
dreamt of more than I could start ...
still dreamin' ".
J3
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 02/17/2007 : 05:34:24
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Melinda told me that there were
Too many of me inside for her to love
And rode on ahead of me into the nite...
I called after her and said,
Pick one of me,
Stay close for a few miles...
I'll try to head in that direction...
Rev Buckman
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 02/18/2007 : 16:50:23
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FULL MOON EMPTY HEART
When Melinda first knocked on my door
Looking for a place to land
I told her that I had built walls
Around my heart and that I was
Never going to let anyone ever get
Close enough to hurt me ever again...
Apparently I was mistaken...
Tonight, by the light of the full moon,
My old heart found a new path thru the woods
And into the river of pain...
Think I'll just sit here awhile
And let the water wash over me...
Rev Buckman
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2217 Posts |
Posted - 02/19/2007 : 18:05:41
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In this universe...every chance meeting was...carefully planned an eternity ago.
~Mickey Newbury~ |
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Karen Runk
Firefly
USA
4925 Posts |
Posted - 02/19/2007 : 18:26:20
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I believe it.
Karen Runk |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 02/20/2007 : 18:20:36
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The four horses race downhill to the cliff
Following Melinda riding Moonbeam...
I try to wake up but I can't...
Melinda is wrong about me
But she can no longer hear me...
If I wake from the nightmare
I'll wake from the dream...
Four months of dreaming,
Can I get thru a nightmare or two?
I've had better weeks...
Rev Buckman
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2217 Posts |
Posted - 02/20/2007 : 18:45:19
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Some Tuesdays I stop in at Sunrise Assisted Living ~with a special neighborhood for the memory impaired~ Bottom of my hill across from the Library.
It's Robber's day to volunteer. She's in the lunchroom reading her own translation from the "new" Book of Durrow where Eve steps out of Adam with a chip on her shoulder. Faces Adam's peppery grin and electric blue eyes. His chin split by divination. On the table, two apples, A Chinese take-out menu, a pistol with instructions for Russian Roulette. "Choose," God says. He's setting the stage with shadows and candles. A skip in her heartbeat which He notices right away. Which He later reminds her of. "You knew it, hahaha," He laughs his gravelly laugh, "and I knew it too." Here His voice grows graver. His look allows no appeal. "I see 'tis out of the frying pan and into the pressure cooker to stew in my own juices," Eve says. She shakes her head and narrows her eyes defiantly. Goes back to her pages. Kitchen Magic. Which is not a cook book. Nor a tome on domesticity. Which is Battle Plans and Strategies for the Ages. Ancient history.
"Well, I guess she's got a bug up her bum," Alma Cottswold says. "Different strokes..." says McKenna. "Touche," says Chloe. "Vae Victus!" says Robber with a wink on her way to the salad bar. |
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Karen Runk
Firefly
USA
4925 Posts |
Posted - 02/20/2007 : 19:03:09
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Ms O....please email me.
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 02/20/2007 : 19:46:56
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YOU NEVER SAW THE BEST OF ME
I had one dance left inside me
Steppin lightly on the glass
Girl, you never saw the best of me
But you sure did see the last
This old shacks been closed a long time
But I left a light on in the hall
You moved in and out in no time
The lights gone out
And that is all
That is all there's gonna be this time
Man, it came and went so fast
Girl, you never saw the best of me
But you sure did see the last
Gonna go out to the desert
Where no one can see me cry
What's the sense in climbing mountains
When you're just left high and dry
I had one dance left inside me
Steppin lightly on the glass
Girl, you never saw the best of me
But you sure did see the last
Gonna go talk to the river
Gonna give prayer one last shot
Of all the things I asked you for
I never really asked a lot
That is all there's gonna be this time
Man, it came and went so fast
Girl, you never saw the best of me
But you sure did see the last...
Hank Beukema - revbuckmanmusic - 2007
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2217 Posts |
Posted - 02/20/2007 : 21:48:04
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 02/21/2007 : 16:06:34
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IT'S A PITY TO SPOIL IT ALL
There's a part of me that knew the truth
While I waited for her call
There's a part of me living memories
It's a pity to spoil it all
There's a part of me that looked ahead
Saw us heading for a fall
There's a part of me that closed my eyes
It's a pity to spoil it all
I woke up inside a dream
I never wanted to end
There's a whole lot of fences
I never got to mend
When you think of it, with pride aside
There's no reason we can't bend
When it comes right down to it
Can't a lover be a friend?
There's a part of me still knows the truth
While I'm waiting for her call
There's a part of me living memories
It's a pity to spoil it all
There's a part of me that looks ahead
Sees us going for it all
There's a part of me that closes my eyes
It's a pity to spoil it all...
Hank Beukema - revbuckmanmusic - 2007
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 02/22/2007 : 19:08:22
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NEVER GONNA FIND A HEART LIKE MINE
You're gonna have to look in evry town
You're gonna have to look til the stars fall down
You're gonna have to look a long, long time
You're gonna have to look til you're ninety nine
You can search in every bar
You can search both near and far
You can search down by the river
You can search til it makes you shiver...
You're never gonna find a heart like mine
One that loves you for all time
Never gonna find a heart like this
Never gonna find such a sweet, sweet kiss
Even if you live forever and a day
No one better's gonna pass your way
Even if you have a real good plan
No one's gonna be a better man
Knock me down, I'll be your toy
Laugh with me, I'll be your boy
Lay in my arms, tell me your fears
Come back to my bed, I'll dry your tears...
You're never gonna find a heart like mine
One that loves you for all time
Never gonna find a heart like this
Never gonna find such a sweet, sweet kiss
You're never gonna find a heart like mine
One that loves you for all time
Never gonna find a heart like this
Darlin,
You're never gonna find such a sweet, sweet kiss...
Hank Beukema - revbuckmanmusic - 2007
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2217 Posts |
Posted - 02/24/2007 : 17:08:45
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| Her face is a waif's face. Dark eyes set with sooty fingers. A vagrants vanishing perspective gaze. Chopped hair and chipped black nail polish. Tie-dye from some ancient Good Will run. Scuffed and laceless Doc Martens. "Well...jus' 'til I get my life back in order," Roberta Barron says. Alias Robber. Chole's intractable granddaughter has secured "temporary permanent employment" at Sunrise Retirement Home. Alma Cottswold looks anxious and skeptical. McKenna just nods. 'Plucky' is the word ascribed to Robber as a child. She heard it as 'lucky'. Expects happy endings. The glass brim-full and spilling. "Fer sure," Robber says, grinning her insouciant grin. Who's that pulling into the gravel parking lot, now? Bleary-eyed from traveling through a dream-riddled dark. Stars sliding across the worn dashboard. His hand on his passengers knee. An alibi on FM radio. He slides out of the drivers seat and comes around. Her sequined sandal touches the ground. "Careful, my Love..." he says in his southern gentleman drawl, "...that first step's a tricky one." He reaches for her. His transparent hand substantial again. His old grip with its pressing magic. "Oh-oh..." says Chloe, "...here comes the family reunion." |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 02/24/2007 : 23:16:03
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 02/25/2007 : 19:47:34
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Melinda came riding back in yesterday on Moonbeam...
We didn't talk much last night,
So often it leads to trouble...
After a long, quiet game of cards, she said,
I love you, Preacher...
I said, I know, Darlin,
But, do you think you can find an easier way
To try to inspire my writing?
Rev Buckman
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2217 Posts |
Posted - 02/28/2007 : 19:20:16
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Pages and pages of dreams...guard your heart now...
~Mickey Newbury~ |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2217 Posts |
Posted - 03/01/2007 : 19:03:20
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| This is where they meet. In the middle of the night. At the edge of the cameo-lit tamarisk grove. The true latitude and longitude necessary for gravity to keep them spinning in place. A small space. No wider than an eyelash. Now he's asleep on his heart side. The plane of his cheek resting against her right shoulder. He's dreaming the water story. She's heard it before. Small afternoons in an uncertain season. Awake and asleep. Through centuries of banked fires. His glass-like language. His clear, unfettered pane. His blood on the sheets. Not hers. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2217 Posts |
Posted - 03/02/2007 : 18:14:10
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| When the stars go high he arrives to console her. Lifts the lid on the ancient chest with its fierce Celtic symbols. Hands her the warring scrolls, his bow and his quiver. His tempered sword. His burnished suit of mail. She's down on her knees in the dust of the ages. Her palms pressed together again. |
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Craig
Firefly
Kyrgyzstan
3793 Posts |
Posted - 03/03/2007 : 20:50:47
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Bright crisp, windless morning...a rarity in this country of constant rain. A brilliant, white cloud forms between the snowcapped Argyll mountains. It slowly moves towards the Clyde as it flattens...blanketing Holy Loch as it lazily floats slowly westward out to sea.
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Craig
Firefly
Kyrgyzstan
3793 Posts |
Posted - 03/03/2007 : 21:26:33
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A simple stone
placed on her marker.
"I was here",
it silently exclaimed.
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The Nightly Vigil