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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 |
Edited by - BarbraG on 09/07/2007 10:25:06 |
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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? 
Just kidding, Barbra. I've got a soft spot for Neil a mile wide. |
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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.
Karen Runk |
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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
http://www.myspace.com/mickeynewbury |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2872 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
2872 Posts |
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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Ailinn
Windchimer
2249 Posts |
Posted - 09/09/2007 : 18:39:27
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The sun goes down...I close my eyes and fall into my dreams
In the light of day my life is never what it seems
I need a place at night where I can run away and hide
Someone to help me find a way to face the world outside
Sweet Memories...
~Mickey Newbury~ |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2872 Posts |
Posted - 09/12/2007 : 18:58:41
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Consolation prize.Almost a winner. Tearing down the Wyoming interstate past the rusted fords and the dirt side roads leading to lives I would never know.Heading back East with someone I barely knew that would consume the next twenty years of my life. Too young to slow down long enough to listen to anybody. Old enough to know better. Lost her in the sun.
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2249 Posts |
Posted - 09/12/2007 : 19:21:32
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| stars splashed across the dashboard with his hand on her knee |
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1825 Posts |
Posted - 09/12/2007 : 22:29:01
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| say whaaaaat ? |
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Doug L
Firefly
Canada
5446 Posts |
Posted - 09/13/2007 : 00:46:35
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There’s a rattle in the dashboard
It’s not the radio
Sounds like someone whistlin’ there
A friend you used to know
A friend you lost and grieved for
The deep night sings his song
Until the mornin’ comes and gently rocks
The moonlight in its arms
DL
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2249 Posts |
Posted - 09/13/2007 : 18:18:07
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Some days he reaches across the sky.
Some nights he reaches through it.
O, nicked finger...O, heart full of vows. |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2872 Posts |
Posted - 09/13/2007 : 20:12:52
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Midnight memories of saying goodbye to Martina.
Face next to hers, whispering I was sorry....
For so much and so many mistakes.
But never sorry for the sweet mistake of her.
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1825 Posts |
Posted - 09/13/2007 : 20:38:31
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Some nights are full of stars with the moon a secondary
object in the sky, hanging -- just hanging there. But,
it lights the way somewhere in a foreign land, as he
waits for me to come across the sea to where he is again.
I wish I knew where he has been these last few weeks.
After searching the skies for the lights of a plane in
the night, I have given up. He can't come to me. I
have to go to him. Soon. Before my heart breaks. |
Edited by - BarbraG on 09/13/2007 22:08:45 |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2872 Posts |
Posted - 09/15/2007 : 07:04:49
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Carmelita and Martina were both sitting at the table when I walked in.
I remember thinking, This is not going to be pretty.
They had called me to come here to decide.
How could I decide?
One had been my best friend and lover for most of my adult life
and one had been my living dream of evrything that was beautiful...
Decide?
You decide, I said, and walked away from both of them,
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1825 Posts |
Posted - 09/15/2007 : 23:58:10
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I can't get up that mountain !!! It's getting ready to snow
and all my efforts will be to no avail. I can't take my men
up that mountain to die. They'll die if I take them up there
to rescue that climber. We don't have a clue where he is, or
even if he fell when the blizzard started. He sure knew there
was a storm brewing because it's been coming in for days. I
hate it !! I really do !!! But, some of this terrible situation is going to have to be owned by the climber. I just can't take my men up there to die. Sure. Sure. Every single one of them want to
go and bring him back safely. But, I am the boss, the head man,
and I have told them . . . . . . . . No ! May God bless him and
keep him. It's an awful thing, knowing you're about to die. |
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Doug L
Firefly
Canada
5446 Posts |
Posted - 09/16/2007 : 01:43:38
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THE CAREGIVERS
The sun will be your star now
And its light will ring your soul
Being who you are now
Will attain your every goal
There is music all around you
We're the singing in the air
Don't ask us how we found you
It's enough that we are here
We'll protect you when you're falling
We will give you back the wild
We will lead you to your calling
We will love you like a child
And steadfast to your purpose
We will help you move the stone
It is too late to be nervous
We are none of us alone
We will guide you through the night time
We will help you find the day
Where each moment is the right time
And there is no other way
We will lead you to the heart of
Every one you held you so dear
They'll rejoin you and be part of
Every day you live from here
If they don't seem to recognize you
It's not that they forget
They dream and they are wise to
What you're not wise to yet
We recommend you travel lightly
They will see that you are fed
They will tend to you, and nightly
Trim a lantern by your bed
This old country is not healthy
The orchards have grown bare
And the woman at the well, she
Can't find water anywhere
She is old and suffers blindness
And she does not hear us sing
All she answers to is kindness
That's the water you will bring
It's a mystery so simple
And each day it is remade
The sun will rise and build a temple
From each momentary shade
There are kings who come with bribes here
And they claim a brighter star
There must be a dozen tribes here
Who've forgotten who you are
The sun will be your guide now
And its light will name the day
You will feel the sun inside now
The kiln that forms the clay
Do not worry how we found you
Every secret is a prayer
Join the music all around you
Be the singing in the air
DL
http://www.myspace.com/mickeynewbury |
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1825 Posts |
Posted - 09/16/2007 : 12:29:08
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Oh, my goodness, Doug. That is beautiful. It brought
tears to my eyes. Posted right after the one I wrote about not
going up to rescue the mountain climber . . . . . well, I think
you know what I felt when I read it. It's wonderful. It's genius,
as is all of your work to me. 
Love your work.
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Edited by - BarbraG on 09/17/2007 21:56:36 |
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1825 Posts |
Posted - 09/17/2007 : 21:58:39
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So glad you posted this to the Front Porch. Thanks. I am going
to make a "Doug Lang Poetry" folder. I sure am. It will be one of
my treasures.
BGee |
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Karen Runk
Firefly
USA
4925 Posts |
Posted - 09/18/2007 : 08:39:39
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Oh Barb, you are going to have to get a big filing system. I have printed most all of Doug's stuff, and had to clean out my filing cabinet and store them elsewhere. He's been doing this for a long time.  
I like to read things on paper share the stuff with others.
Have fun....
Karen Runk |
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