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Doug L
Firefly
Canada
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Firefly
Canada
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Craig
Firefly
Kyrgyzstan
3794 Posts |
 Posted - 06/27/2010 : 19:46:39
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"The longer you are away from the flame,
The more it burns when you return..."
~Craig |
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Craig
Firefly
Kyrgyzstan
3794 Posts |
Posted - 06/27/2010 : 19:49:53
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Paper boat upon a chaotic tempest.
Red right returning...
safe harbor.
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rodeo
Swinger
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 07/07/2010 : 16:32:58
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"Time didn't stand still...
it flew...backwards."
He kept thinking that if enough time passed it wouldn't hurt so bad when he saw her.
But like some very wise, very old man once said,
"The longer you are away from the flame,
The more it burns when you return..."
She kept thinking that if enough time passed it wouldn't hurt so bad when she saw him. |
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Karen Runk
Firefly
USA
4925 Posts |
Posted - 07/07/2010 : 17:48:54
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1825 Posts |
Posted - 07/10/2010 : 18:30:55
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| But, it did. It hurt even worse when ... she saw him. |
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rodeo
Swinger
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 07/13/2010 : 14:19:04
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It was “now” way back when
But now it’s just “then”.
And they both sit there in “now”
Longing for “then”… again
My Grandmaw used to say, "Now, then".
I think I know what she meant. |
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Karen Runk
Firefly
USA
4925 Posts |
Posted - 07/13/2010 : 21:07:59
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You are so cool, Joe.
Karen Runk |
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Craig
Firefly
Kyrgyzstan
3794 Posts |
Posted - 07/13/2010 : 21:25:21
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She at times still comes around,
but she's someone else's now,
I can't lay it down,
no matter how I try... |
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Jonmark
Windchimer
USA
1791 Posts |
Posted - 07/13/2010 : 21:34:11
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Yes I leave her then I find
She is no farther than my mind |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2872 Posts |
Posted - 07/17/2010 : 07:18:56
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As I stepped off the train
I saw the old depot and
beyond it the dusty street that
led to the saloon where so many years
had been spent practicing my, um, craft.
Funny how different it looked
with clear eyes in the light of day.
The pretty redhead was holding the
young girl that had gotten off behind me.
I noticed her eyes thru the tears and
how they still changed colors with the light.
She had been here in the whiskey years
but something [besides Carmelita]
had kept me from ever approaching her.
I never knew if it was the pain or the
intelligence in her face,
but every time I started to talk to her
it just came out as mumbles.
She said, I heard you gave up the
whiskey and the preaching,
so what do you do now?
I said, I try to make things right.
She said, It's a big world, why here?
I looked at her face and her eyes,
still changing, but slowly now, and said,
Gotta start somewhere, and besides,
It kinda feels like home.
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2872 Posts |
Posted - 07/17/2010 : 08:24:53
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As we walked down the dirt street
together, we passed the Cafe San Lupo.
I said, Are you still working there?
Betty said, No, I give piano lessons now.
As her girl tagged behind, I whispered,
Does she know about the dance-hall-girl days?
She said, I was a widow, left out here alone
and I wasn't going to
make a living laying down....
I did it with who I wanted,
when I wanted
and not for money.
I said, Who's that supposed to
make feel better, me or you?
It was quiet for a spell after that....
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2872 Posts |
Posted - 07/17/2010 : 08:27:10
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We sat on her back porch
drinking coffee waiting for
the twilight
and the grass to grow thru the dust.
She said, You know, we made love once,
all those years ago.
I said,
You'd think I'd remember a thing like that.
She said, You were laying in your room,
barely conscious, mumbling about
making love to a green bottle.
I crept in wearing nothing
but Carmelita's vanilla
and never said a word.
I said,
Jesus, What else did you keep to yourself?
She whispered,
a sound like a butterfly sighing,
Have you looked at my girls eyes?
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2872 Posts |
Posted - 07/17/2010 : 15:58:14
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Some memories are buried
beneath other memories.
Some mistakes are made without
ever knowing they were made.
Wisps of smoke and shadows of dreams
are all we're left of the past
and the future rolls around
every second.
She turned over to face me and
asked what I was thinking about.
I said,
Now, darlin, only now.
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rodeo
Swinger
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 07/22/2010 : 19:09:21
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It had been years but nothing had changed.
Same old town. Same peeling paint on the buildings. Same old men sitting under the tree...same tree; right in the middle of main street.
Same saloon.
Some of the girls were even the same...a few new ones...young; too young. They didn't have that dead look in their eyes yet...the one that comes after they realized that "he" was never gonna come take 'em away.
Same tables and chairs. Same bartender.
"Ain't seen you around in a while...hell, it's been years ain't it?
Where you been?......
....Don't have much to say, do ya?
Why, we haven't seen you since...."
"Leave the bottle". |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2872 Posts |
Posted - 07/24/2010 : 19:41:40
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Another treasure Rodeo...
Anybody seen our girl?
~*~ |
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Doug L
Firefly
Canada
5446 Posts |
Posted - 07/24/2010 : 19:54:00
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| Sweet Ro. |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2872 Posts |
Posted - 07/24/2010 : 20:10:57
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Got a gal named Ro
Uh oh spaghetti oh, just
Take my heart and go,
Ro
Just take my heart and go... |
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Karen Runk
Firefly
USA
4925 Posts |
Posted - 08/01/2010 : 14:01:27
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The Nightly Vigil