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BarbraG
Windchimer
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 Posted - 06/09/2007 : 22:22:18
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| I am looking outside my window at the peaceful rain falling from a clear, blue sky. If there are clouds, they are far above what I can see with my eyes. From the oceans to the mountains and the valleys in between, drought stricken land is in need of water. The thunder is rolling somewhere, and the lightning is striking, but not outside my window. Peaceful rain.. Quiet rain. Musical rain. Beautiful. |
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aussiedave
Swinger
Australia
509 Posts |
Posted - 06/10/2007 : 03:51:06
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2249 Posts |
Posted - 06/10/2007 : 20:10:43
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| There was nothing in her that didn't lean hard toward him. On the dark march toward wisdom he was her lamp and her fire. Candles on the table burning the house down. Colored stains in the wood where the wax melted and cooled. The old oaken table with its many carved words. The Civil Guard at their door. Dream-riddled nights. Alibis on the radio. And the moon coming up out of the canyon, yes. Juniper and sage on the air. And always the candles flickering. Their soft amber glow. |
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1825 Posts |
Posted - 06/10/2007 : 23:26:28
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| Coooooooooool writing. |
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Craig
Firefly
Kyrgyzstan
3794 Posts |
Posted - 06/12/2007 : 20:33:10
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Lo! Death has reared himself a throne
In a strange city lying alone
Far down within the dim West,
Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best
Have gone to their eternal rest.
There shrines and palaces and towers
(Time-eaten towers that tremble not!)
Resemble nothing that is ours.
Around, by lifting winds forgot,
Resignedly beneath the sky
The melancholy waters lie.
No rays from the holy heaven come down
On the long night-time of that town;
But light from out the lurid sea
Streams up the turrets silently--
Gleams up the pinnacles far and free--
Up domes - up spires - up kingly halls--
Up fanes - up Babylon-like walls--
Up shadowy long-forgotten bowers
Of sculptured ivy and stone flowers--
Up many and many a marvellous shrine
Whose wreathed friezes intertwine
The viol, the violet, and the vine.
Resignedly beneath the sky
The melancholy waters lie.
So blend the turrets and shadows there
That all seem pendulous in air,
While from a proud tower in the town
Death looks gigantically down.
There open fanes and gaping graves
Yawn level with the luminous waves;
But not the riches there that lie
In each idol's diamond eye--
Not the gaily-jewelled dead
Tempt the waters from their bed;
For no ripples curl, alas!
Along that wilderness of glass--
No swellings tell that winds may be
Upon some far-off happier sea--
No heavings hint that winds have been
On seas less hideously serene.
But lo, a stir is in the air!
The wave - there is a movement there!
As if the towers had thrust aside,
In slightly sinking, the dull tide--
As if their tops had feebly given
A void within the filmy Heaven.
The waves have now a redder glow--
The hours are breathing faint and low--
And when, amid no earthly moans,
Down, down that town shall settle hence,
Hell, rising from a thousand thrones,
Shall do it reverence.
E.A.P.
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2249 Posts |
Posted - 06/13/2007 : 22:40:11
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"I suppose it's like whispering something to the person sitting next to you...and they in turn...pass it on. How different the story sounds...once it's been around the table."
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2872 Posts |
Posted - 06/16/2007 : 13:01:18
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Today the river made a break for it...
I followed it
Hoping
It was going to Alabama
But it stopped by Rudy's place and
We both talked to Mickey for awhile.
Jesse was there too and I told him
What a fine man he had become.
Beck called and said she couldn't drive the school bus anymore
In her dreams
Because she couldn't stop and see her friends along the way.
I was hoping to get the Randall knife by Father's Day
But the mailman knocked down my box
And I can't get it to stand up anymore...
Today the river made a break for it
But I followed it...
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2872 Posts |
Posted - 06/17/2007 : 08:13:57
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I was drinking coffee when Melinda rode in...
Carmelita's cup stain was still on the table...
I said, Where've you been?
She said, South... why are you drinking coffee?
I said, Because I need to be strong...
I'm fighting them alone now...
She said, It doesn't have to be that way...
I said, Yes it does...
She said, Be careful, I'd miss you...
I said, Really?
Rev Buckman
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2872 Posts |
Posted - 06/17/2007 : 18:42:18
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She appeared out of the silence.
Glow of a fire from far off down the beach.
Tangy taste of saltwater on her lips,
hair slick and shiny in the moonlight.
Curve of hips against the ocean. Arms encircling bare backs. Breathing coming in gulps, throat growing huskier...
Laying entwined in the sand,
legs around legs, arm over chest,
she asked me if I had remembered to turn off the coffee pot...
Rev Buckman
http://www.mytown.ca/outsiders/beukema/
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2249 Posts |
Posted - 06/19/2007 : 21:04:34
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| At his elbow the list of everything he assigns to the garden. Still incomplete. Corners curling. He's tapping his fingers. He's sipping his coffee. He's smoking a cigarette. You know damn well he is. There are many items crossed out with gold ink. Gold ink on his thumb. Gold fingerprints where his write hand pauses- |
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Craig
Firefly
Kyrgyzstan
3794 Posts |
Posted - 06/20/2007 : 20:13:23
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The gaslight dimly glows through the basement windowpane.
The grass overgrown in the lawn, merely shadows the pain.
A life packed away in cardboard, once so full of light.
Faded pictures and memories from years in the past.
She sits silently in the dark and watches TV. Most nights, her only friend.
This morning's newspaper still on the porch, old news from another day gone by.
Friends afar, family even farther, a phone call is welcome every now and then.
craig
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Craig
Firefly
Kyrgyzstan
3794 Posts |
Posted - 06/21/2007 : 19:55:11
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The boat, tied to a piling, gently rocks as another collier makes its way out to sea. Seagulls lazily ride the late afternoon's cool ocean breeze. Small gentle waves lap at the sandy shore. Hand in hand lovers talking of nothing, as they walk barefoot on the peaceful beach, hunting seashells. As the sun gets lower and slowly falls into the ocean, the brilliant red and golden sunset slowly turns to maroon. The moon makes it's appearance on the eastern horizon, bringing nightfall and a change in tide with it.
Red sky at night, sailor's delight.
"Delight" is such a well chosen word tonight...at Half Moon Bay.
Craig
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2872 Posts |
Posted - 06/22/2007 : 21:09:47
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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 the woman
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...
As we go we do not know
where we go
Only that we
must go...
The faith and the light of
that one star that has driven
so many to follow it for
so long leads us...
Despite the one that
said that the piper
has been paid
We must all pay our debts
Ourselves...
WE are the ones that have
to live the day to day
life that the Music man
talks about.....
May you live it with grace...
[For Mickey & Becka]
Rev Buckman
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Karen Runk
Firefly
USA
4925 Posts |
Posted - 06/22/2007 : 22:25:09
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Love this Hank.....thanks for sharing.
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2249 Posts |
Posted - 06/23/2007 : 17:22:46
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Sunrise Retirement Home Creative Writing Project
June 23, 2007
McKenna's first draft:
Tin Fish
by 1815919914
In 2030 suicide is not allowed unless you have an Exit permit. All of the Blue Planet's population is contingent upon The Savior's arrival. It is believed that this Savior will not know who He or She is until the final hour. Therefore suicide by any group or individual can constitute the end of salvation. Salvation being the only viable solution for the inhabitants left on Earth. Life Scribes patrol the learning hives. Counseling Kiosks* are stationed on every corner where there are still ambulatory Tribes. There's the usual dearth of noosed Protesters. Good Will Assassins and Fate Mongers with their delicious and spicy-hot snacks on sticks. Tasty fortunes you eat at your own risk. On 25-12-2025 the Short War began. It lasted 71 hours. It changed history's profile and the way people think when THEY succeeded in seeding the clouds. THEY are global. The Truists are the annealing infrastructure in mortal and immortal combat against THEY. The Truists are telepathic. A strain of humans with bodies naturally tempered to withstand severe changes in temperature. The Truists have the ability to read each other's minds. Whether this phenomena is genetic or engineered has not yet been decided. Nor has the statistics on the number of units involved. Early estimates put the figure at 10% universal. Their motto is All of one mind. Their symbol is a barbed wire crown.
*McKenna swears the Counseling Kiosks sprung up overnight like Starbucks. He's taken a shine to Elise who's commandeered a 5-power magnifying glass to read his long-hand scribbling. Robber's arranged for them to have their "Walking Therapy" together. McKenna carries a pad in his pocket, and he's tucked a blue Bic behind his right ear. They walk with their shoulders touching, leaning on their His and Hers canes.
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2872 Posts |
Posted - 06/27/2007 : 18:22:44
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Small flashes of life
interspersed between long periods of
just breathing make up our days...
As time goes on, as we grow older and older,
the flashes move together in our memories
like one long tapestry, all as one piece...
We learn, we prepare, we nourish ourselves
for and from these flashes...
Everything else is just breathing...
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1825 Posts |
Posted - 07/03/2007 : 19:34:08
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As the plane left the runway leaving Denver, I looked back. I was leaving the better part of myself, all the while wanting to linger another week or two or three.....or four. Long blonde hair, sky blue eyes, Snow White-red rosy lips, all wrapped up in a little girl that I hardly know but taught her to sing "What's New, *****cat?"
in one sitting. It's not fair, sometimes. Life. I think it wasn't meant for families to be hundreds and hundreds of miles apart in a place you can only get to in a hurry by plane. A leisurely Sunday afternoon drive should take you to where your heart is, where it lives in the eyes of a grandaughter, who just turned three years old, and who calls you "Nanu". "Don't leave me," she said, as she walked into her bedroom last night, but wouldn't linger to kiss me goodnight. And, tonight, I am just a plane ride away from her, but it seems like an ocean, the distance between me and sunny Ashlyn. Blue eyes. Blue skies out of the plane window. Blue tears.
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2872 Posts |
Posted - 07/04/2007 : 07:37:02
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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
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2249 Posts |
Posted - 07/04/2007 : 21:27:34
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She's waiting on land looking out to sea. A thousand steep hills behind her. A bracelet bridge. A wind more salt than sugar. He's coming home now. Under the bridge's golden crown. A rough breeze lifting his heavy hair. Aye, it does. As when he sailed to America. Nine hundred years before Columbus.
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1825 Posts |
Posted - 07/04/2007 : 21:51:58
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"A wind more salt than sugar". --- Ailinn, you drive me CRAZY not writing a whole story !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You have a way with words that is . . . well, I need a word to describe it ....searching...
a word that is not used often . . . let's see, now..... still searching .. .. okay, okay... I need to fall back on a familiar phrase here. "totally awesome, dude". Love your work.
BGee
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The Nightly Vigil