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buckman
Firefly
USA
2829 Posts |
 Posted - 12/06/2009 : 18:27:26
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So I said to Planet Melinda
while sitting in the first basement
of Trump Tower waiting for Ralph [the Hudson River Bipolar bear]
to come out of Tiffany's
[it's a long story; not now]
Do you hear Bob Dylan singing
The First Noel, real faintly?
She said, I can't hear anything
with the Australian sitting
across from you yelling at you.
What did you do to him?
I said, Nothing, I was just making faces
in the general direction of his wife,
thinking she was hearing the Dylan too
and was wondering if it was only us
that had gone nuts or if others
heard it too...
So whadda you think?
She said, I think Ralph better
come out of Tiffany's real quick
or you're gonna have a Vegemite
sandwich up your ass.
It's good to have the Polar Bear back. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2217 Posts |
Posted - 12/06/2009 : 19:57:40
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| Haloed street lamps. Gleam on all the glasses. A ragged fog on Route 1. Leap of faith, he says. She says, You bet your boots, Boy. The long wick wavering between them when the waiter lights the candles. He knows she'll steal the grape-shaped bottle small enough to fit in her pocket. She'll set it on the shelf by the window he looks out of every day. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2217 Posts |
Posted - 12/10/2009 : 17:17:53
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| Driving in sunlight was most of it. His elbow out the window freckling up. The map on the dashboard holding true to its code. Yesterdays in the rear-view mirror. Eternal tomorrow around the next bend. The movie looping over his profile. The miles running out of breath. They found themselves under the moon and stars in the lunar Tamarisk Grove. Divine triangulation. Sand swirling around the mesquite. The season changing. The night turning cold. The lights from Ranchita disappearing. She held on to him. So reliably alive. His breath and fingerprints everywhere. |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 12/13/2009 : 06:30:24
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Whistle me a up a tune, Mick
My heart is breaking in two
I'm spending the nite with
my closest friends,
Her memory, a bottle and you.
Sing me a sad one like only you can
I know there's more left in this heart
It's a long train we're runnin
Gettin faster each day
But we've come so far from the start
What ever she took,
she took me by chance,
It was all we could do just to stand
The first days were wild
The nites all aglow
There was still time for holding hands.
Some things you lose
Others you burn
Some just get taken away
Nights filled with whiskey,
The days fueled by pills
It's gonna stop hurting today
So, Whistle me up a tune, Mick
The night is just right for two.
An empty glass toast
to beginnings and ends
Her memory, a bottle and you.
Sing us of blue skies and being a man
Fade the words right into the art
It's a long road we're drivin
But gettin shorter each day
We've come so far from the start
Sometimes all it takes
Is one little dance
You feel it, she's holding your hand
The days of the child
The years watching him grow
Are stored safe in another land
Sounds like the blues
But some days you learn
Some just get taken away
Words chase the whiskey,
The mountains are hills
It's gonna stop hurting today
So, Whistle me up a tune, Mick
The night is just right for two.
An empty glass toast
to beginnings and ends
Her memory, a bottle and you.
Sing us of blue skies and being a man
Fade the words right into the art
It's a long road we're drivin
But gettin shorter each day
We've come so far from the start
Hank Beukema revbuckmanMusic - 2009
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 12/14/2009 : 19:19:09
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Marionette on a string.
Looking up, wondering.
Faultless creation gone astray.
Too long searching for fun in the wrong places.
Carnival music background to a memory.
Calliope churning out dance music.
What's a poor wooden boy to do,
But dance?
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1825 Posts |
Posted - 12/15/2009 : 22:48:37
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HANK !!!!
I love love LOVE "Whistle Me Up A Tune, Mick".... is that the
title?
You have a way of writing your way right into my brain and my
heart, always leaving me wanting for more. One of these days,
I'm going to follow your thread and print all of your work.
PLEASE stop staying away so long. This is where you minister
to those who long to be able to write like you, and also long
to know how you are doing.
Love,
BarbraG
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 12/16/2009 : 15:33:48
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The first thought every day
The first breath upon waking
The first step onto the floor
Will be about him... or her...
There is no shame, no blame, no pity
in this for however long it lasts.
Everyone left behind
has a different capacity for survival.
But the scar, whether healed or healing
will stay always, as it should,
as a reminder of a flame that burned
so brightly and
a spirit that will never leave you...
HB |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 12/20/2009 : 11:32:33
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Melinda asked me if I would tell her
What I could never tell Carmelita or my horse.
I told her that
Truth be told,
I had forgotten where I hid the moon...
I said,
I was hoping you could help me with that... |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2217 Posts |
Posted - 12/20/2009 : 15:15:26
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Making Movies
Where the dead live
Peace comes armed
The moment he backs out of
The Mercantile Bank's double doors
Jump cut to Overland Stage arriving
Cloud of dust when the woman steps down
Wide angle shot of tumbleweed
Zigzagging down State and Main
Close up of principal's guns blazing
Freeze the frame, then
Fade to black
Smash cut to hilltop cemetery
Zoom in on the granite stone
Outside the arc lights periphery
Many hands are wringing
Many eyes are stinging with tears
In spite of it all
He keeps his identity clean
He reads her folded letter;
'How's the Rodeo Circuit
Or are you still riding for the Brand?
I'm wearing the gold ring
You left in your old saddlebag
(Your handwriting
Your dream
The plot in your heart
God sees)'
He tips back in his gravity-defying chair
Shuffles the cards and deals
Years notched with a rusty knife
Into the old pine-top table
He's a dangerous editor
A permanent cut
Sends no messenger with ardent reprieve
So close your eyes, he says
Fold your hands over mine
Put your mouth against my ear
And breathe
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2217 Posts |
Posted - 12/20/2009 : 15:17:27
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Some nights last forever.
Some dreams never die.
Mickey Newbury |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 12/23/2009 : 04:01:55
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There's a certain sound a heart makes
When it starts to come apart
It ends up roaring in your ears
But it's quiet at the start
Like a freight train moving slowly
Building speed along the way
You find yourself alone again
With nothing left to say
There's a moment when a heart breaks
You can almost mark the time
It happens when it comes to you
There's no reason left to rhyme
When there's no way left to make it work
No magic that's not been tried
Two people go their separate ways
With both left wondring why
But now you get up evry morning
Get dressed and do your duty
And you cry yourself to sleep at nite
Without her laughter and her beauty
A man's a man who can run the race
When all his hope has failed
You never know what dreams may come
Further down the trail
There's a certain sound a heart makes
When it starts to come apart
It ends up roaring in your ears
But it's quiet at the start
Like a freight train moving slowly
Building speed along the way
You find yourself alone again
With nothing left to say...
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Karen Runk
Firefly
USA
4925 Posts |
Posted - 12/23/2009 : 09:23:05
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You always tear/teer me up, Hank. 
Karen Runk |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 12/29/2009 : 20:37:08
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I said to her,
Lately when I go to grab for a thought,
just before I reach it, it bubbles
on and up and away,
just far enough that I can't get it;
What's that about?
She said,
It's about time,
it's about wasted days and nights and years
and whole periods of endless flight
and it's about payback and
a reminder that nobody gets It for free...
Um, She said,
Other than that,
I don't really know.
Take an aspirin...
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 12/31/2009 : 18:14:15
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I said to her,
Go ahead,
Tell me, I'll listen;
or I'll find the one of me
that can pretend I'm listening
well enough for you not to know.
She said,
Are you gonna talk all night
or are we gonna kissyface?
Um, kissyface?
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 12/31/2009 : 19:50:42
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Miz Ailinn, where did that paragraph go? A novel in three lines. Every word a treasure.
I came back to read it and now I think I dreamed it.
Maybe i did |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 01/01/2010 : 11:45:17
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"It makes no sense- It makes perfect sense." Alejandro Escovedo
There were too many kids in our family;
well, it was just me and my brother,
but at the age of six after being the
child-king for so many years,
that was too many kids.
There is an apocryphal story
[that means I'm not sure I believe it, Ralph]
that my Dad likes to tell,
that one night they found me sleepwalking,
holding a pillow over my new baby brother's sleeping face.
I sleptwalked a bunch as a kid and it loomed large
[yes, Ralph, like a missed extra point]
in later years when I would drunkwalk
and could blame "something" else for what I did.
For all the horrendous words and deeds that
I subjected my brother to in the past decades
he treats me pretty damn well.
And I love to see who he has grown into and
despite the challenges thrown at him
continues to give to others more than he takes
[which I never could get the hang of.... yet.]
I feel like we have this Zenlike relationship
full of love and respect, but at a little distance,
yet born of care and concern, even tenderness,
without question or involvement.
Wish I could tell him all of this, but I can't, yet,
but think he probably knows.
It makes no sense- It makes perfect sense.
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 01/01/2010 : 12:02:12
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I wrote to my friend, I'm so sorry that her and your struggle is over. People say alot of things that are meant well, but rattle around so much they almost become meaningless...
But, there is that one thing that remains: love, before and after.....
" Small said, But what about when we are dead and gone, will you love me then, does love go on?
Large held Small snug as they looked out at the night, at the moon in the dark and the stars shining bright. "Small, look at the stars, how they shine and glow, some of the stars died a long time ago, still they shine in the evening skies, for you see, Small, love like starlight never dies..." No Matter What - Debi Gliori
Know this:
The first thought every day,
The first breath upon wakening,
The first step onto the floor.
will be about her...
There is no shame, no blame, no pity
in this for however long it lasts.
Everyone left behind
has a different capacity for survival.
But the scar, whether healed or healing
will stay always, as it should,
as a reminder of a flame that burned
so brightly and
a spirit that will never leave you...
Hank Beukema 2006 |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2217 Posts |
Posted - 01/01/2010 : 14:05:28
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Still learning to edit, Reverend B. Love to you and Ralph on this first day.
Dumping peroxide into her ears New Years Eve he says, "Remember December's melancholy sunsets." Red time. The clock coming down. That sharp elbow when the sun falls out of the sky. His eye on the wave rolling in. His heart-shaped shovel. Her starry tears. Her belled shoes, waterlogged. He feels the wind break him. The keening harpies, too. Their sad songs when he comes forward in his dark robe to console them. Lays his blue heart on the table. Then the house invents itself around him. The wind at the top of the cliff winnowing through the breezeway. The salt settling on the finials of their high iron bed. |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 01/01/2010 : 16:43:38
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| Ah, There it is. Missing some words at the begining, I think; there was a word I didn't know... But I'll take it like it is; priceless, yet free. Bowing and sending love west |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2829 Posts |
Posted - 01/10/2010 : 09:56:31
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Some storms shake the walls and rattle the windows.
Some storms last forever.
Some storms make you wish you'd never been born.
Some storms shake the house so badly
you wonder how the old thing stays standing.
Some storms cut everything loose that were already loose.
Some storms put you in your place.
Some storms are worse in the anticipation than the act.
Some storms eat you for dinner.
Some storms take a long time to get over.
Some storms cut your heart out.
Some storms are your daddy.
Some storms shake your nerves and rattle your brain.
[Goodness, gracious, Great balls of fire]
Some storms you never want to end.
Some storms bring rainbows.
Some storms bring rebirth.
Some storms are your mother.
Some storms wrap you in their arms.
Some storms are just what you needed.
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Edited by - buckman on 01/10/2010 12:18:33 |
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