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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
I have been touched by many here... and life now calls me to give up picking on Toe ( although I just started) and reading as well as sharing words with you all for a while. I've a plate full of projects here at work demanding my full attention as well as any creative energy I might muster. I want to thank you all for your hearts, your words, and for being you... if I can... I'll be back. If I never make it back... then Mikey, keep writing, Ser... brew those stories and continue to share, Sunshine... keep smiling my friend and honing those words, Martie... hugs dear friend.... you are a wonder to read , JM.. mothy one... hold on to the dreams..., Ms Devine, be well and may your muse indeed not be a stranger... Ed, you have a talent, use it... Blues, keep singing those words... Naked Thoughts, may you find indeed the peace and love you deserve. To all the many I have not named, it is not because I think less of you or that you have not touched me, but I even now out of time.... Blessings to all.... and may your words always come from the heart... Ron  to all the many many more |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
Ah, Jeez |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Stay safe..and we'll leave the light on for you. |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
And now we hand you the award? Thanks, Ron. I look forward to finding free time to catch up on those words you've written that I haven't yet read.I'll miss ya. Take care! |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
you'll be in my thoughts, Ron...  |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
Everyone is entitled to an occasional sabbatical, Cap'n. We do it that way so that we're assured you'll return...  |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Ron...the road out ... runs back the same way....we'll save your stool. ~~~~~ White Line Distancing Jake pulled into the cantina just as the orange sun dropped below the scorched horizon. He swore he saw a dust cloud stir up from the drought dried desert floor as the heat of day gave merciful way to dusk's promise of night's relief and respite. Both he and his truck were running on fumes. He'd been on the road for weeks now. A man on a mission, a brother sequestered by a sister's request. A scavenger hunt of sorts, searching for someone, somewhere in Hell's half acre between Texas and Mexico. Right now all he wanted was to be out of the heat and to feel something cold on the back of his throat. His mouth felt as parched as the red clay crust on his boots. Perhaps his rawhide thirst made him foolish, but he'd take his chances with the locals that he might encounter inside. He knew down here in the flats, this close to the border it could be miles before he'd come across another watering hole. He could smell the women and the whiskey as soon as he walked in. It was also then that he saw Travis sitting across the room, his attention taken by a lovely young senorita. Jake smiled at his dumb luck. He'd been looking for Travis for weeks, and then just stumbled across him while in search of a cold brew. It had been over eight months since they had seen each other, since that day Iambe sent Travis packing in his truck. He walked over to the table wearing that cocky grin of his. "Buy an old friend a beer?" "You're a long way from home, aint you Jake?" Travis replied, not showing any sign of surprise at Jake's sudden presence. "I took a wrong turn at Amarillo and just kept on going till I ran out of white lines." Jake joked in return. The two men had a mutual respect for one another that needed no explanation as to the reason either were here. Jake sat down and took a closer look at the striking woman that was keeping company with his friend. Travis smiled, then winked as the impact of her beauty became apparent on Jake's face. She excused herself and left the men to talk. No words were needed as they watched her flowing cotton skirt sway as she walked away. Jake simply raised his beer to Travis and nodded. He sensed an inner peace about this man now that he was sure he'd not seen before. They talked about the weather, about their trucks ... about the rodeo Jake had won, the cattle drive Travis had rode lead on. They talked about everything but the reason they both knew Jake had come. It was well after midnight when Jake told Travis it was time he got back on the road. Travis walked him out to his truck, "Ride the white lines safely home my friend." They shook hands and made eye contact that said all need be. Travis watched Jake drive off into the dark desert distance, then went back in to find his companion. Jake had days of driving before he'd be home, he would think of something to tell his sister. He knew he'd done the right thing tonight, even if she wouldn't agree. Some things men just understand between them. Having Iambe under your skin was like having a rattlesnake in your sleeping bag, or a tattoo of a lovers name who didn't want you anymore. Travis had broke free of her hell cat hold. Jake wasn't about to brand him with that kind of heart burn again. When he got to the interstate he headed in the opposite direction of home. He was going back to the rodeo circuit. He'd take his chances with the bulls and the broncs. They didn't have a thing on a scorned Iambe's kick. JM ~~~ thank you poet sir...for the inspiration...and for things taught and shared. Take care of you and that impressive muse. mothyme  Unknown to us, there are moments when crevices open for time to come alive with begining. |
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RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
Posts 2533 |
Later Dude. Bon Chance! |
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