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buckman
Firefly
USA
2820 Posts |
 Posted - 08/15/2010 : 18:44:29
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"In this sacred place
We call The Board
What is passed
Hand to hand here
Lifts us
So
Order a ritual
Incense in cones
Thicken the Autumn air with it
Sandalwood, cinnamon, clove
Brew tea in a dragon-shaped pot
Drink it
Light five ivory candles
Pray for grace
Place a teaspoonful of sunshine
Under your tongue
Feast after fasting so long
Keep your pantry shelves spilling
Whatever you need
For this journey"
Ailinn - 2004 |
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Susan Newbury
Sitter
USA
76 Posts |
Posted - 08/19/2010 : 14:17:34
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| One of Mickey's greatest regrets was not having the strength to publish Rosin. |
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Craig
Firefly
Kyrgyzstan
3793 Posts |
Posted - 08/23/2010 : 22:06:27
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"How I long to hold the golden sand in the hollow of my hand
Stand for a while there and fill in the hole
left in the heart of a wounded old soul
Here's to tomorrow here's to today
Here's to whatever I never did say
Here's to old friends who have gone separate ways
Here's to the memories..."
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rodeo
Swinger
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 08/24/2010 : 11:02:28
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Uh-h-h-h...
What happened?
It was here...then gone
I barely had time to see
Did I just dream it?
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rodeo
Swinger
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 08/24/2010 : 22:35:04
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Things could have been so different...should have been.
There were so many good memories; but a few bad ones erased them completely.
Only a very few had ever seen him wearing a gun. They'd all heard the story. But when they saw it...for the first time; they realized that he was the spitting image of his Father.
No one had ever seen him go in...or even near the saloon.
But when they saw it...for the first time; they realized that he was the spitting image of his Father.
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Doug L
Firefly
Canada
5446 Posts |
Posted - 08/26/2010 : 00:27:43
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Ginsberg came to my house one afternoon
and said he was giving up poetry
because it told lies, that language distorts.
I agreed, but asked what we have
that gets it right even that much.
We look up at the stars and they are
not there. We see the memory
of when they were, once upon a time.
And that too is more than enough.
Jack Gilbert |
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rodeo
Swinger
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 08/27/2010 : 08:40:27
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How astonishing it is that language can almost mean...
and frightening that it does not quite.
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2820 Posts |
Posted - 08/28/2010 : 18:58:12
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I can hear the others...
Going on, laughing,dancing
Waiting,
For me.
I will not be back yet,
Not as they knew me.
I will not be back soon
To the table where
The cards are dealt and
The whiskey flows.
Deal me out,
Play this hand without me.
I will dance alone
For awhile, waiting until
I understand the full measure
Of what I had and
What I lost.
They will not know
Until it happens to them,
How one day you
Can be in this world and
The next in Hell...
Nothing matters more
Than love and
Nothing matters less
Than finding it again
Once you've lost it.
Starting over
Will take more than
I have to give
Right Now.
Spring will have to start
Without me this year,
I have no heart for flowers and
New beginnings...
Yet...
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2820 Posts |
Posted - 08/29/2010 : 16:32:36
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Aye God, Woodrow,It's been quite a party, ain't it?
[Augustus McRae, Texas Ranger] |
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San Diego
Swinger
508 Posts |
Posted - 08/29/2010 : 18:50:32
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Thirteen when I met him. Saw him, actually. He was 'home on leave'. A crowd around him because playing basketball for the Army was his job...and Army had just beat Navy. This is how he proposed, "Marry me or goodbye." Mick said Stu married me because he figured I'd irritate him enough to keep him interested.
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Ginny G.
Windchimer
USA
1810 Posts |
Posted - 08/29/2010 : 21:11:35
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Originally posted by San Diego
Thirteen when I met him. Saw him, actually. He was 'home on leave'. A crowd around him because playing basketball for the Army was his job...and Army had just beat Navy. This is how he proposed, "Marry me or goodbye." Mick said Stu married me because he figured I'd irritate him enough to keep him interested.
Well, heck, Ro. If being irritating is enough to keep a man interested, I should have droves of them following me. 
I've got you in my thoughts and prayers, Ro. Wishing you lots of sweet dreams and memories that bring you joy and comfort. Big hugs.
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Susan Newbury
Sitter
USA
76 Posts |
Posted - 08/31/2010 : 22:54:16
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Sweet Ro... I am saving my pennies. I will be down there before Christmas or starve trying!
Susie |
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San Diego
Swinger
508 Posts |
Posted - 09/01/2010 : 00:21:29
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rodeo
Swinger
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 09/01/2010 : 04:13:07
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quote:
Originally posted by buckman
Aye God, Woodrow,It's been quite a party, ain't it?
[Augustus McRae, Texas Ranger]
"It ain’t dying I’m talking about, it’s living. I doubt it matters where you die, but it matters where you live.” ~Augustus McCrae"
His characters shared many a "pearl"; of course, it was Larry McMurtry who thunk 'em all up.
Only a rank degenerate would drive 1,500 miles across Texas without eating a chicken fried steak."
Sheer profundity from
In a Narrow Grave : Essays on Texas
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rodeo
Swinger
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 09/01/2010 : 04:17:42
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[quote]Originally posted by buckman 9/24/2004
I sit in the dark in the back of the saloon...
What is between my table and the dusty
street is twenty feet that is
on the very edge of Hell...
The townspeople say they are sinners: the townspeople say they are evil...
The reality is that they are just Cowboys and
they are very much alive and much of the
rest of this town has already died... I talk to
the Lord and I Know what is Evil
and what is not,
which is why I hold services here and
not in a church....
These men make a decision
every time they put the whiskey to their
lips, every time they put the
tobacco to their mouths....
They make a decision between a
longer, duller life or the life
that they are choosing to live....
Yet I can see the desperation in
their eyes; I can see
that for every year that they age,
they remove themselves another year from their
childhood and their youthful dreams...
I can see that the only time
They will smell the
fragrance of a lady is
when they choose to pay for her...
I can see that they care not a
bit about Eternity, but only for today...
But, that is Just Alright
with me and the Lord
If everybody went to heaven...they'd run out of room...
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2820 Posts |
Posted - 09/03/2010 : 17:32:28
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Love went from forever to memories
In the time it took them to blink
Romance is just a wisp of smoke
It disappears when you stop to think
They fit together, damaged and broken.
Eyes wide open, dreams unspoken
Hearts left alone, get tired and weak
Turn hard and cold, no breath left to speak
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Karen Runk
Firefly
USA
4925 Posts |
Posted - 09/03/2010 : 20:46:44
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2820 Posts |
Posted - 09/04/2010 : 05:19:00
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Eyes were recognized, stumbling round in the dark
Unfamiliar explosions, dancing on sparks,
Nights they went crazy, the days they went sane,
Desire fed the river that drowned out the pain
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2820 Posts |
Posted - 09/05/2010 : 08:03:07
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Forever to memories in the blink of an eye,
Happily ever after falling out of the sky,
Do dreams become wishes and wishes become lies?
Surrender's alright, we see with more than our eyes.
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Doug L
Firefly
Canada
5446 Posts |
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The Nightly Vigil