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Doug L
Firefly
    
Canada
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Posted - 09/01/2007 : 13:46:04
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Some artists plant seeds instead of handing you a bouquet. Ghosts of Townes and Stephen Foster, coffee in cups they've held so long their fingers hold that shape when done. At another table, Cormac mouths the name Odessa. A box falls down from a shelf, memory breaks open. Valentines. She kept every one he gave her. There's a war going on, always is. Relics resemble people. Horizon line, sun and dust, a man on the porch examining his broken fingers. A boy plays a cheap guitar, upside down and backwards. Words of the heart throw shadows, spook a horse that threw your grandpa. Bring your burnt tears to the table, soldier, Cormac says, when the man comes back in. You can hear women laughing in the kitchen. Dinner is ready. A sad hymn, candles. Beautiful.
DL
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 09/01/2007 : 17:16:07
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I kidnapped Martina once. Really. Back when I still had a wife and she still had a husband. I had a ten year old Chevy and three dollars, but with a bottle of peppermint schnapps in me, it seemed like a good idea. For awhile. We got as far as an abandoned drive-in movie theater in West Nyack and she got out in front of the big empty screen and started running. The silent speaker posts ran interference for her for awhile, but I finally caught up with her and we made love for the first time there in the gravel on one of those little hills you park the car on.
Later, she tossed gravel at my back as I sat watching the empty screen imagining our future...
Hank Beukema -2007
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 09/02/2007 : 09:54:38
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I got lost today, but the river found me...
Went to Rosie's Diner to pay the rent. The Greek was sitting on the porch. As I shook his big hand, he said, You look like you're getting younger every month. I winked and said, I am, my friend, I am. I went in to hug Rosie and I said, Can I stay another month? Commenting on my weight, she said, What's left of you can stay as long as you want. Driving home, I made a wrong turn and didn't know where I was. Even after five years, I still don't know the area too well. I'm still a Nyack boy, Haverstraw was her town and we moved here for her and then she left. I passed a couple of bars that looked vaguely familiar from many years ago, with different names but the same shabby looks. I could feel that I was near the Hudson, so I just kept heading east thru the backstreet neighborhoods. I turned a corner and suddenly my eyes were filled with every kind of blue you could imagine. I felt like I wasn't lost anymore. I only sat on the seawall for ten minutes, but it was what I needed to get thru today. Been a rough stretch of days; uncertainty, fear.... weakness calling out to me...
I got lost today, but the river found me...
Hank Beukema
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Doug L
Firefly
    
Canada
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BarbraG
Windchimer
   
1825 Posts |
Posted - 09/02/2007 : 10:49:18
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Sweet Hank, Did I ever tell you that I have my own river, too? It's the Suwanee, about 25 miles from my front door. Trust me. It's MINE. I visit her often. There's just something about her !! She's a little low right now but, if the rains in Georgia ever come, she'll rise again !!!
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Judy W.
Windchimer
   
1957 Posts |
Posted - 09/02/2007 : 15:34:54
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She will rise again....
Loving you, Judy |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 09/02/2007 : 19:20:30
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There are voices in the mirror And there are faces at the door And they open on the rivers We've never seen before Are there choices for the sparrow? Or does he only fly high above The rivers pulling you and I
CHORUS
Oh there are strange rivers Rivers that we cannot see And there are strange rivers Who know our destiny And there are strange rivers And we're sailors, you and me.
And he could have been a builder And he could have been the one To turn his dreams to steel Catherdrals in the sun And he could have been a builder But then he brought a gun There are forces in the river That keep him on the run
REPEAT CHORUS
Did you ever turn a corner And you wonder why you did 'Cuz you haven't been that way Since you were just a kid Nothing really happened And then you've got to say You wonder what would've happened Had you gone the other way
REPEAT CHORUS
There are strange rivers, There are strange rivers, There are strange rivers, There are strange rivers, Ooh, ooh there are strange rivers. . . Feel the river See the river Be the river.
John Stewart
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BarbraG
Windchimer
   
1825 Posts |
Posted - 09/02/2007 : 20:09:03
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YOU are a river, Hank B. Yes, you are.
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 09/03/2007 : 08:53:14
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Tumbling Tumbleweeds
Mom and Dad took me to the Old Madison Square Garden in 1959 To see the Roy Roger's Rodeo... The Sons of the Pioneers sat right In front of us Tall on their horses and sang Cool Water and the horses never moved...
When they sang Tumbling Tumbleweeds The horses danced sideways like they Really liked this one...
Rev Buckman
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Joe Z
Windchimer
   
USA
1819 Posts |
Posted - 09/03/2007 : 09:08:14
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Cool. |
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 09/03/2007 : 16:23:47
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The caves near the Little Sur River were home for a month... The Oakland Angels brought me food sometimes and wine that was laced with everything Leary had ever dreamt of... They taught me how to hang over the water from the rocks and pry off the abalone that we could cook and then sell the shells in Carmel for ashtrays.... The cold wind that came from Japan made me call the collies to sleep with me... I learned that the bikers called a really cold night a three dog night......
Elvin Preacher was the Oakland group's chaplain... One bright night I swear I saw him on his knees, silhouetted in the light, howling at the moon... I did a little howling myself that night, after I jumped off a little crag and landed in some driftwood... It wasn't as soft as the beach i had planned to land on and I cut my foot pretty bad... I sort of remember being in the rain in Carmel looking for medical help but I never got it... Homeless gypsies were no more popular in 1970 than any other time in history... I spent that night on a park bench in front of a Sambo's...
Elvin, if you're still on the planet, Thanks for the prayers....
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BarbraG
Windchimer
   
1825 Posts |
Posted - 09/03/2007 : 21:43:01
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Hank, I can't tell sometimes if you're spinnin' a tale or truthin'.
In this case, tell me.
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BarbraG
Windchimer
   
1825 Posts |
Posted - 09/03/2007 : 22:01:00
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"An Early Spring"
Looking out of my window, I'm looking at the stars What's that in the corner, I think it must be Mars The sun was shining so brightly earlier today Now, the moon calls softly..."look...just look my way" The brightest star is shining in the distance over there The universe is spinning around going who knows where Somewhere, someone is laughing with a smile from ear to ear Somewhere else, someone's crying, shedding many tears.
I thought I saw a robin on the lawn just yesterday I've heard that means an early Spring will soon be on its way It will be so good to see the snow melt once again Because that means the roses will bloom again.. and then..
The sunrise will call me to lift my eyes up to the sky Just to watch the rainbow's curve as storm clouds pass me by I wanted to write this down and share it all with you I wanted to tell you in these few words my love for you is true
I see your face in every sunrise..I hear your voice, sweetheart You are the reason that I live and I know we'll never part The wonders of the universe are so much brighter now Your touch is almost heaven and I'm making this one vow
Tomorrow, I'll be right beside you as we begin our life I just can't wait for one more day to have you for my wife As we begin our life together, as our future looks so bright The sun, the moon and the stars will be with us through the nights..
Yes, I thought I saw a robin on the lawn just yesterday I've heard that means an early Spring will soon be on its way
Barbra Griffin BGee
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Doug L
Firefly
    
Canada
5446 Posts |
Posted - 09/06/2007 : 00:33:08
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AUGUST
It comes up out of the ocean warm days. It reaches for inland meadows and sighs across grass in its cape of rain.
People come to their doors. They look where the trees turn gray, where hills have stepped back of each other. Whatever it was,
It passed carefully, touching farms, leaning over ponds, bending down the wheat. People stand long at their doors.
"You were good this time, August Old Friend. So long. So long."
William Stafford
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BarbraG
Windchimer
   
1825 Posts |
Posted - 09/06/2007 : 23:10:39
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September morn, we danced until the night became a brand new day two lovers playing scenes from some romantic play september morning really makes me feel this way
Neil Diamond |
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Ginny G.
Windchimer
   
USA
1810 Posts |
Posted - 09/07/2007 : 07:48:37
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quote: Originally posted by BarbraG
September morn, we danced until the night became a great new day two lovers playing scenes from some romantic play september morning really makes me feel this way
Neil Diamond
Neil Diamond who?   
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Karen Runk
Firefly
    
USA
4925 Posts |
Posted - 09/07/2007 : 09:32:46
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Is that my favorite Diamond song or what? Ha ha, Ginny. Barb and I must love that same song.

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Doug L
Firefly
    
Canada
5446 Posts |
Posted - 09/08/2007 : 01:11:47
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A BLESSING
Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota, Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass. And the eyes of those two Indian ponies Darken with kindness. They have come gladly out of the willows To welcome my friend and me. We step over the barbed wire into the pasture Where they have been grazing all day, alone. They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness That we have come. They bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other. There is no loneliness like theirs. At home once more, they begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness. I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms, For she has walked over to me And nuzzled my left hand. She is black and white, Her mane falls wild on her forehead, And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear That is delicate as the skin over a girl's wrist. Suddenly I realize That if I stepped out of my body I would break Into blossom.
James Wright
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 09/08/2007 : 20:54:14
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When the madness comes in the middle of the nite Your dreams are lost, your heart turns cold When the water gets deep and the waves get high You search for a rock something to hold Don't let them tell you that you're not alone No preacher no teacher goes along on your ride It can take many years it can take many miles But someday you'll know that you have it inside
Sometimes I think We're stronger than we know Some we get at the start Some we find as we go I've never been one To give or take much advice God knows it's true As I look at my life But one thing I know And it's right and it's whole You can misplace your life But you hold onto your soul
Rev Buckman
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buckman
Firefly
    
USA
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Posted - 09/09/2007 : 10:37:03
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Sit down, have some coffee No, I'm not drinking anymore There's been alot of changes Since you walked out that door I'm sorry for the things I did And all the things I said I'm sure it doesn't mean much now But they're still here in my head I know promises don't mean much Until the words become the deeds But the words are all I have right now And it's time to plant the seeds
I want to try again, babe This time it's for real There's nothing in the way now The scars are almost healed I want to try again, babe This time we'll make it fly The only way to leave the ground Is to spread our wings and try
Would you like another cup? God, it's been a long, long time Since you sat at my table And I read you my bad rhymes The world's turned 'round and back The season's all had their say Now it's fall in the Hudson Valley again It's time we found our way
I want to try again, babe This time it's for real There's nothing in the way now The scars are almost healed I want to try again, babe This time we'll make it fly The only way to leave the ground Is to spread our wings and try
The only way to leave the ground Is to spread our wings and try...
Hank Beukema - revbuckmanmusic - 2007
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