From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #14 Reply-To: eda-thoughts@smoe.org Sender: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk eda-thoughts-digest Monday, May 4 1998 Volume 01 : Number 014 Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: short but important post [uranium_eagle@juno.com (Issac J Brogdon)] ET: Hey guys! [Lara ] ET: poems and poets and poetry...hehe [moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us)] Re: ET: short but important post ["Jennifer Greeley" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sun, 3 May 1998 14:27:54 -0500 From: uranium_eagle@juno.com (Issac J Brogdon) Subject: ET: short but important post Mother's Day is May 10th, anyone wanna do a cooperative dedication project to mothers everywhere? We could make it our list project. _____ I respect only those who resist me; but I cannot tolerate them. Charles de Gaulle _____ James Brogdon _____________________________________________________________________ You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail. Get completely free e-mail from Juno at http://www.juno.com Or call Juno at (800) 654-JUNO [654-5866] ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 03 May 1998 15:16:25 -0700 From: Lara Subject: ET: Hey guys! Hey! It has been a while since I posted so I thought I would say hi. Not too much is up here... I have exams coming up and I am so ready for school to be through for summer. I started my job at Blockbuster Music, which is great! I love working with music... it is so much fun! I have a month break before I start classes at the local junior college. I am just taking two so it should not be too big of a deal. However classes are from 5:30-10:00 two days, which is going to be *ick*. Oh well! I wrote a new poem earlier this week and it does not have a title. Anyhow, it is about how I met someone who helped me to realize that I was unhappy and how they helped me fix things (to make a long story short). dancing and twirling spining and laughing you woke me up and I saw I was unhappy your smile was the key all I would need to unlock the mystery that had once been before me you helped me rediscover feelings I never relized I'd lost And I thank you in your arms unknown to you I understood and everything at last became clear - -- bye guys! :) <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> Lara -- daisypetals@usa.net   check out the list homepage! members.tripod.com/~laruth     surf.to/eda_thoughts questions? ask! ljruth on AIM help contribute! :) <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 3 May 1998 13:57:04 -0700 From: moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us) Subject: ET: poems and poets and poetry...hehe Hey angelic poets, First, I just want to say, James, you are a really intersting and cool person to know. Jamie, thanks for everything, you're a sweet angel among us! Christie--you're such a cool poet (all of you are). Shannon, you're really good too. Okay. Here we go. Enjoy. And as always the offer stands open for your comments. :) Also I'm not sure if I sent you this one poem so I'm really sorry if I already did. Hey, another thing, hehe. =) You know those fridge magnets that you make poems out of? I was at my sister's bf's house and he had those so I made the poem (fiddler boy poem), which is kind of dorky and weird but hey I had limited resources. :) Oh also, of course poetry is a release, that's why we write it (partly). Sam the ? angel with sunlight in her hair ~~**~~ I'll write little info things to help you guys stay interested. heh heh. Okay I wrote this one just last night at about midnight after a nice big fight with my bf. May 2 98 (no title) by me Love is a sacrifice of yyourself it hurts & it stings you blindly stare at the glistening ocean and scream at the sky for stealing what you need Full of fury you wander To piece together freedom Making happiness a quest And they have got your key held by the chain around your neck They have found your weakness and they squeeze You sacrifice yourself To make laughter for others And then you shove reality in his face But he does not see it And you try not to break but he does not see you Until you lay broken Fallen at his feet Then he picks up your pieces And mends with gentle moves Saying only you only you Love is a sacrifice for happiness ~~**~~ A Split-Second Memory sm may 2 98 A station wagon crashed and you could see the flames and he went flying through the air out of a thousand dreams from a thousand things he had imagined and he went flying through the air hitting pavement everywhere yet to live, yet to die he could fly Englufed in flames, a cement block and a dead end of the moment The soaring of going no place else one moment of happiness all the news can say a shock of a million people crying but he had yet to know where did her baby go he was done dying A station wagon crashed in aftermath, and all alone That poem is about an accident that happened here on a LA freeway. Fatalities are rare but this woman hit the center divider and she flew out of the car (not he, like the poem says, but she) and she had a 6 month old baby in the car who was put in critical condition. (The baby's the one that flies in the poem.) The news never followed up so I don't know if the baby lived or died. But it shocked everyone. ~~**~~ This one, I just love the title and I kind of ....I don't really know, it's like trying to accept yourself for who you are and finding who you are. Gap Scents S, 04-11-98 You've been calling all the 900 numbers but they never read your hand Hollywood's full of cars and signs but no corner pretzel stands And the rain will end eventually but the sky will still exist You thought you were changing but you just couldn't resist >So hush, turn back to that sweet self, >that everyone so loves, it's you now >You're a mix of emotions and feelings >they will accept who you are >try not to worry somehow You're wearing a tank top and a skirt though it's gray and winter's chill You have on Gap scents you've a headache but won't take a pill >Hush, turn back to that sweet self, >that everyone so loves, it's you now >You're a mix of emotions and feelings >they will accept who you are >try not to worry somehow It's stormy, rip tides carry the surfers and you aren't sure what to think You love people who love you back but sometimes you're on the brink You hold to the tail of a plane and wish Titanic didn't sink You wish on the stars in the sky that Aphrodite will link >Just hush, turn back to that sweet self, >that everyone so loves, it's you now >You're a mix of emotions and feelings >they will accept who you are >try not to worry somehow ~~**~~ This poem kind of explains itself. TOO COOL FOR WORDS sm 1997 with an air of embaressment we walk to the park or the mall or a restaurant with our family we're too cool for words wearing carefully chosen clothes and head ducked or held proudly we stroll around pretending to be smooth. cool. doubtless. for we're too cool for words watching friends or little brother and sister roll down a hill or laugh undaunted we want to do so also but cannot move so we decline the offer to join them, being too cool for words have we already dumped fooling around in the trash can at the mall? it can't be! we wish in our heads wishing wishing we could force ourselves to be free from a built-in role even the adults we pretend to imitate are rolling down the hill but we can't because we are too cool for words seeing friends play as they worry they act dumb we don't think them silly it is a relief to see them lose their mask sometimes we join in but usually we sit quietly in the shade behind sunglasses (i hope you will never be as) we are too cool for words ~~**~~ this one is that magnet poem, I think it's quite strange: Picture sleepy men fiddler boy at sea storm skin is suit easy stare love flooding live, sweat shows some elaborate pounded man trip, fall, lie there feet lathered the cook produces juice trudges through milk weak, he urges manipulates his legs and is at road woman is there sad is behind them may ask say, go (our mother) they did want no more happiness fufilled, complete fiddler boy & woman at sea 7-9-97 Hope you're not bored brainless. :) Sam moonsong@ix.netcom.com ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 03 May 1998 18:30:26 PDT From: "Jennifer Greeley" Subject: Re: ET: short but important post >Mother's Day is May 10th, anyone wanna do a cooperative >dedication project to mothers everywhere? >We could make it our list project. >_____ >I respect only those who resist me; but I cannot tolerate them. >Charles de Gaulle >_____ >James Brogdon I think this is a great idea. Mothers deserve it. :) - -- Jenny ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 03 May 1998 22:05:51 -0700 From: Lara Subject: Re: ET: short but important post At 06:30 PM 5/3/98 , you wrote: >>Mother's Day is May 10th, anyone wanna do a cooperative >>dedication project to mothers everywhere? >>We could make it our list project. Hmm... what kind of project are you guys talking about? I am not exactly sure what you are talking about!! :) <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> Lara -- daisypetals@usa.net   check out the list homepage! members.tripod.com/~laruth     surf.to/eda_thoughts questions? ask! ljruth on AIM help contribute! :) <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V1 #14 *********************************