From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #76 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 Friday, July 10 1998 Volume 01 : Number 076 Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: The Poetic Angel is back!...Poems [EDAxJewel@aol.com] ET: thread [ib-3@juno.com (names are superfluous and irrelevant)] ET: Re: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #75 [ib-3@juno.com (names are superfluous ] ET: classic [Cloud9219@aol.com] ET: more poems [Cloud9219@aol.com] ET: just a few thoughts [Bebe838@aol.com] ET: lots of poems, "old" and new.. ;) ["Naomi Vaughn" Date: Wed, 8 Jul 1998 18:57:39 -0700 >From: moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us) >Subject: ET: thread > >Heya angels, >I have a thread question. Have any of you written a poem/poems about >someone (or people) on this list? If so, who, why, when? Which >poems? >What about? >:) >Sam >the ? angel all the time...But I think that's just a personal Jamesism because all of you wonderful writers and *friends* play such an important role in my life. i don't typically write poems about members as individuals, but more as a group. I have however, been...finding sufficient inspiration in some individuals recently (hi, you know who you are!) ib-3@juno.com James _____________________________________________________________________ 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: Thu, 9 Jul 1998 02:17:06 -0500 From: ib-3@juno.com (names are superfluous and irrelevant) Subject: ET: Re: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #75 Hey Naomi, what was that record? I just wrote 14 in one hour and 26 minutes...hehehe Actually though, most of it is junk and I'm only going to post two poems. You place my hand in the corner of your pocket and i draw you closer to me in my dreams and we lay back on your trampoleen (sp!) and gaze at the stars backlit by motion sensors and i wander what it'd be like if you took away the moon and the stars and all the lights i wander if we'd celebrate in the delicious darkness of night ((I have this terrible feeling that I stole the first two lines from someone...)) ©9July1998 James Brogdon #11 Trying to hard to write how i feel like remembering how to love or what i've living for or dying for, but that's all perspective I'm a little boy walking home after it rained some teens decide the puddles along the road would look good on me... and after thir deed is done, i 'm not going to run they've already stolen my integirty, what more to i have to lose? ©9July1998 James Brogdon #14 ib-3@juno.com James _____________________________________________________________________ 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: Thu, 9 Jul 1998 03:46:04 EDT From: Cloud9219@aol.com Subject: ET: classic hi.....this will be my first post to the list and i have some poetry i would like to share. well here goes.......:) "At Joe's in 1942" chiseled cheekbones + a winning smile a classic tall, dark, and handsome smart and sleek in a pinstriped suit and freshly shined shoes elbows bent on the just-wiped surface of this classic bar words of knowledge of life pour from these lips paired with the smoke from that cigar well groomed, masculine hands hold it between two careful fingers over an ashtray already opaque with ashes Joe cleans some glasses and stirs up another martini careful hands, a quick lively face and a heart full of good advice another classic suddenly a tiny waist and wide hips appear in the creaky doorway a handsomely beautiful face curly tendrils, and a feminine poise so rare nowadays strolls and seats in the next stool fingers his grey hat casually thrown on the shiny surface her rubies part and say good-bye as she balances on those tall white heels and strieds out of the dim room and another martini is ordered on this long classic night ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 9 Jul 1998 03:54:54 EDT From: Cloud9219@aol.com Subject: ET: more poems hi heres some more! "Vulnerable" I feel naked in your prescence your gaze strips me of my clothes and turns my blood sour you take all of me in with two sockets implanted in an evil head "unembarassed" a strong person is not he is too confident in himself to let what other people think about an action unlike their own affect him "tatoo" a needle peirces me and pours dark ink, a unique pattern into the threshold of my epidermis and i love it "a copy" what is the point of striving to be someone else or always buying the latest trend if you will never be that person and the trends will go out of style and you will be left yourself cold and bony unnurtured and hiding in the basement of uncertainty "encounter" i wait for you patiently the hair perks up entatively on my skin when you come near my thight quevers and the air is knocked from my quiet lungs o try to speak let me see your deep brown eyes let my sink in the quicksand already choking me your lips moisten i cna feel the tingly drops on my tongue i cna experience the pulsation radiating from you you swiftly gaze in my direction i want to hold your gaze - ----you grin---- and i crumble to the floor in a heap - -jill the swing dancin angel ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 9 Jul 1998 13:52:54 EDT From: Bebe838@aol.com Subject: ET: just a few thoughts hi you guys. its me again. i don't have any poems right now. My little inspiration spree is over. but i do have a some comments. James, i think that first poem you wrote (yknow the one that you think the two lines were bitten offa someone) was so great. I read it,.. and then i read it again. and then after i read your second one,.. i read the first one just one more time. It was great. I don't know really the words to describe it, but i just wanted to let you know it was definitely one of my favorite that you've written. Cloud9219, sorry don't your name,... At Joe's in 1942 was truly a pleasure to read. Talk about IMAGERY! I hope you post more often. Naomi,... i really loved "angel". wow,..probably most because i can relate to it. yknow,.. i WAS the "fallen angel" at one point. but i got back up. my wings have been officially repaired. =) thanx for the poem. and umm,.. i know how ya feel,.. i''ve slowed down too! okay well,.. that be all. keep smilin angels. only me,.. bea ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 09 Jul 1998 15:39:52 -0700 From: "Naomi Vaughn" Subject: ET: lots of poems, "old" and new.. ;) Hey wonderful angels~ These past days have been so great, you guys are so awesome! Such great poems!! Don't stop, keep writing, this is so great. :) Have you ever not wanted to write because your thoughts reach the paper before you think them and in writing you have to face things you never realized you felt?? Aahhhhh...nevermind, shut up, Naomi! ;) I've been reading that one poem by Jewel, "Saved From Myself" over and over the past few days...I can relate to it so well. But why am I going on?? Okaayyy...the poems! It's amazing to me how longs the days are lately and how fast they seem to go. These past months have just gone so fast...hehe, there I go again. ;) I'm gonna shut up now, later angels!! forever me, Naomi the unknown angel hey james...it's was 17 poems, and I only liked about 13 of them.. ;) hey sam...! hey bea...!! thanks :) jill...I really liked yours too! :) oh, and lara! Your poem was so great..I wish I felt that way.. - ------ #23 nights stained cloak pulled over me extinguishing my rampant thoughts concealing me, from view pulling me, back into comfortable solitude much needed quiet and calm looking at the dark void of nothing I finally breath again. 7.8.98 11:45p.m. - ---- mystery the mysterious one a cool, calm, wave of indifference man and woman alike watch her as she passes her glance, cold but everyone loves a mystery so they follow her feeling proud when they find the answer of the stuck up, shallow, girl in pure black some mysteries are better left unsolved 7.6.98 - ---- ((and some I discovered lastnight in an old notebook)) searching for myself in designer jeans and crowded malls building myself up with false hopes and lies trying to figure out what everybody wants me to be so I can be the total opposite (that I already am) I want to be different in an acceptable way Because I choose to, not because it's all I know 5.27.98 - ---- smile it brings me hope if you're happy the world can't be that bad love it brings me joy if you can love me you can move mountains baby 6.6.98 - ---- bony little hands clutch in desperation to broken dreams and fallen stars 6.8.98 - ---- will you will you break her heart? leave her for dead? win her trust with your smooth voice then break her shattering her, into tiny little pieces will you take her love and abuse her with it shoving your lies and scams, in her face will you vanish with no word of goodbye just your half of the closet, empty will you come back after you've battered another dozen or so and you're all alone will you beg for another chance? will she spit on you and slam the door? or welcome you, with undeserved devotion taking you in, so you can break her, again. 6.23.98 - ---- A quiet man sits alone in a cafe sipping his cappachino and watches the people as they walk past I watch him, attempting to read him by his actions is he hurting over a lost love? his "sincere amore?" is he lonely? forgotten, discarded left on his own by family or friends or perhaps his story isn't a deep one maybe he's just sitting there checking out the women as they walk by. Who's to know? 6.23.98 - --- can someone cease to exsist when no one remembers them? you become, simply a rumor a weak murmur through time no one, really knows and you don't even know, if you're here is this all, a lavish dream? we'll wake up, so long past remembering when we last closed our eyes am I really awake? or is none of this real? 6.24.98 - --- "How many corners do I have to turn? How many times do I have to learn, All the love I have is in my mind?" ~Verve Angelfire for your free web-based e-mail. http://www.angelfire.com ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V1 #76 *********************************