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Doug L
Firefly
Canada
5446 Posts |
 Posted - 09/27/2008 : 07:50:35
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Early one morning
in the garden of Sun Yat-sen
I sat, enchanted
as the handmade rooftop tiles
formed and informed
by centuries of wisdom
changed the falling rain
to opium
DL
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 09/28/2008 : 07:15:10
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While we are Gods
We can only watch them struggle...
While we are Gods we cannot help them
In their pain,,,
I wish that we could tell them to stop,
Don't worry
It won't change anything...
Do your best
Love one another
Believe in what you have to....
Until we have faces
We cannot help them...
Someday Yahweh will
Send one to walk among them....
HB
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Joe Z
Windchimer
USA
1819 Posts |
Posted - 09/28/2008 : 10:56:32
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Traveling across time
The wave rises up defiantly
In one last stand only
To crash onto the sand
And then like all waves
Before and after it retreats in defeat
To rejoin the eternal ebb
In another land another time
It will rise again
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San Diego
Swinger
509 Posts |
Posted - 09/28/2008 : 13:05:46
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You here me there I
Watch you bathing
In the clear water
We share as we tie up
On different sides of
The lake we breathe in
The same sweet air
It keeps us moving
To each other
Joe Z
Joe, this is such a beautiful moment. I'm sorry I didn't ask your permission to re-post it. I hope you don't mind.
Love,
Roisin
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Joe Z
Windchimer
USA
1819 Posts |
Posted - 09/28/2008 : 13:32:28
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Meaning hello and goodbye, ciao may be the best word in any language. A synonym, Karma, is right up there, too.
Love ya, Ro,
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1825 Posts |
Posted - 09/28/2008 : 19:26:17
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Aloha, Joe.
BGee |
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Joey L.
Swinger
USA
1383 Posts |
Posted - 09/29/2008 : 17:55:39
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"Aloha, Bobby and Rose" ...
cuz ...
The Future's Not ... |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 10/03/2008 : 18:04:25
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Coaxing the ten or twenty thousand acorns that have been bombarding my house the last week, into the woods, is like trying to get a herd of wild mustangs into a corral. I know they'll be back tomorrow, but there is a vague inborn memory that makes us try to stay ahead of the stuff so it doesn't bury us. I have a feeling the squirrels that share my property with me are going to be confused for a little while until they find the pile I left for them...
I figure it will be like the Chinese buffet at Goi Hing's on a Sunday... |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 10/03/2008 : 19:32:25
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He remembers the day of August 27th 1992
with pinpoint accuracy.
Oh, not what happened that day.
Nothing much happened.
Another Thursday at work;
then home to a woman and a bottle.
What he remembers is he felt whole...
still.
It was his son's last day on the planet,
and
He felt whole,
still.
He remembers the day of August 27th 1992
with pinpoint accuracy.
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Craig
Firefly
Kyrgyzstan
3793 Posts |
Posted - 10/03/2008 : 20:03:09
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Point of reference...reference points.
Where you were "when". What you were doing. What you felt...or didn't feel.
Kennedy.
World Trade Center.
Hearing of someone's death...or birth.
Hearing your own anquished screams, or involuntary laughter.
Watching my father's knees buckle at the news of my mother's passing. The birth of my grandchild...
We drown our sorrow or we celebrate...with a bottle.
At the very bottom or the very top of our conscienceness...
"If I get drunk or if I pray, either way I'm on my knees."
Craig
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1825 Posts |
Posted - 10/03/2008 : 22:15:20
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Hank,
I'm so sorry. May 5th, 1973. The last day my dad
was on the planet. Born in 1917.
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 10/04/2008 : 09:42:14
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Indian Summer Saturday October Hudson Valley.
Hot again today...
Leaves are not turning fiery yet
Like they did when Van wrote Moondance
in the real Woodstock just north of here...
City people driving up the river for the
tree shows will be disappointed and have to
drown their sorrows with mimosas and bloody Mary's
at my friend's Irish bar in Nyack where I met Plumbley
and Gilesy fresh in from the Isle of Wight
in 2001 before the world
turned upside down [again]...
Steely Dan Alive in America came on my jukebox while I was
excercising and
reminded me of Hazy Davy and how much hurt we all felt
for him in jail in Amsterdam those three months, grabbed
on the way from Modena to New York so we could see Willie Nile
open for The Dan;
I felt like I was in there too, tho I know that's ridiculous
because while he was starving and fighting
for his very life, I was drinking whiskey
and taking percocets and chasing wimmins....
Ah, life....
Indian Summer Saturday October Hudson Valley,
Hank
["Sometimes it's just a matter
Of looking down the ladder
To see how far you really have to fall
Sometimes it's just a breeze
That brings you to your knees
But a strong wind can fly you above it all
Sometimes it's just a breeze
That brings you to your knees
But a strong wind can fly you above it all"
Hank Beukema - revbuckman music - 2007]
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 10/05/2008 : 07:38:40
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Cold, rainy Sunday morning
reading Carver about staying in bed
and reading on a rainy day,
look up and laugh at the juncture...
Shuffling the music, an orchestra plays
Floyd's Wish You Were Here.
Damn, Another juncture,
remembring sixteen years past
how I let the young friends of
my boy set up a boom box at the wake
against everybody's wishes
and they played this same song...
Hauntings are everywhere in October....
Not always a bad thing. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2217 Posts |
Posted - 10/07/2008 : 19:56:20
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| The clotted clouds. The cave, low and smoky. The Grail already buried beneath the dirt floor. Another nights absolution in his year of 365 dreams. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2217 Posts |
Posted - 10/07/2008 : 19:58:18
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"...close your eyes...let the sky fall...nothing can harm you...dream now..."
MSN
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aussiedave
Swinger
Australia
509 Posts |
Posted - 10/07/2008 : 20:30:50
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clouds scatter
I lay back
arms outstretched
a kind of Christ
and muse
I headslam the past
recall your gift
of giving
an empty sacrifice
I examine
transparent holes
in my hands
palms up
fingers curl
a lifeline
of promises gone
I lost you
I wore a crown of thorns
your soporific image before me
memories embellish heavily
upon the brow
pain and...
God how I loved you!
..crucified me
those nails passed through
my living flesh
love spurted out
turning jets
into gilded streams
great droplets fell
empty
the blood flow
turned the water
into a tangerine wine
you drank me dry
breaking bones
and hearts
hurried my death
you left me there to hang
after decades of silence
I shall not rise
AD
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2217 Posts |
Posted - 10/11/2008 : 17:47:46
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...after Craig's Crystal Beach photos. A spatter of rain. Then another...
"I'm holding your heart out of harm's way. Dream now."
MSN
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2217 Posts |
Posted - 10/11/2008 : 17:50:23
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| In the orchard of temptation Adam stands and winces. Reaches for the tender place, the space where his rib used to be. The woman in the red dress glistens. A carpet of small petals multiplying under her feet. Around them The Garden shivers. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2217 Posts |
Posted - 10/11/2008 : 17:52:32
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| Soon he's pulling the Ark through shallow water. His lit cigarette. His granite hair. The vine-entwined fences of Eden receding. The sky, brazen blue, the way he likes it. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2217 Posts |
Posted - 10/11/2008 : 17:56:17
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| Later, when he's on his knees with cold nights at his shoulders, a sea window comforts him. A candle burning on the fog-damp sill. The salt-encrusted finials of their high iron bed. His uniform jacket and cap on the peg. His storm-smudged eyes...her high-buttoned shoes, waterlogged. |
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