From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V2 #307 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 Tuesday, October 26 1999 Volume 02 : Number 307 * If you ever wish to unsubscribe, send an email to * eda-thoughts-digest-request@smoe.org with ONLY * the word unsubscribe in the body of the email * . * PLEASE :) when you reply to this digest to send a post TO the list, * change the subject to reflect what your post is about. A subject * of Re: eda-thoughts-digest V2 #xxx or the like gives readers no clue * as to what your message is about. Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: Poem (In a Human Heart) [Christopher Overholser ] ET: The Majestic Dragon's quartet(poem) [Seth Fulmer ] ET: A Sarcastic Happy Poem ["~* cymbaline *~" ] ET: poem [zerocool@sunlink.net] ET: A poem..... ["Jeremy Hodgins" ] ET: Re:ET Gay Parents -- I know AGAIN!!! [JohnTracy4@aol.com] ET: Ordinary Sunday...My first poem to the list! = ) [JADED022@aol.com] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Mon, 25 Oct 1999 01:23:08 -0400 From: Christopher Overholser Subject: ET: Poem (In a Human Heart) All comments welcome! In a Human Heart Though the silence is never broken, She has just spoken. She speaks only to me- In words so perfect and witty. Her smile, brow, and eyes- Convey truth and dispel the lies, Forged by every human- The existence of sin. Too often we stumble and part,- With the belief of goodness in our heart. ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 25 Oct 1999 16:41:04 +0200 From: Jesse Houwing Subject: ET: Shattered Hopes (long) Shattered hopes.... For Chantal - If you ever read this, I want you to know that I still love you very, very much... I was walking through an open field enjoying the warm fingers of the sun touching my skin. Suddenly I thought I heard a voice. I turned to look around, but saw nothing. Thinking it probably wasn’t anything I continued in the direction I was going before. Then suddenly from all around me I heard her voice again, and while she was telling me she was in doubt about us, the sun went black, and all the surroundings followed. The next moment I realised everything was dark around me. I saw nor heard anything. Slowly my eyes got used to the dark and as I looked around I realized I was in a large dark forest, one I’d never been before, one that now that it is over, never want to go to again. Fear came over me as a cold blanket as I was trying to find anything familiar. Suddenly I heard her voice again, trying to get me back from this place, trying to find me again. But I found myself unable to respond. From far away I saw a spark of light, and started to walk towards it. But each step I got closer, it sparkled a bit further away. I sat down beneath a big oak tree to think, slowly but surely I refound myself here, though I couldn’t get rid of the fear I’d loose what I had loved so much the past few months. That was when I decided to wait under the green roof of leaves until I heard from her again. I must have fallen asleep, because the next moment I can remember it was getting light again. I looked around to see what had awoken me, and as my eyes looked from left to right, somewhere in the middle they got stuck on a small, but funny looking guy, about 5 feet in length with a little to big nose for his small face. He stared right back at me. I told him what had happened, and he looked at me with sadness in his eyes. That moment I remembered I’d seen this guy before in my dreams. And then I knew he’d been through what I’d just been through. But the only advice he could give me was to have faith in my love and wait for her to come to me, so that we could work out something for the two of us. Then as sudden as he had appeared he went away again. I decided to take my chances and went on to find my way out myself, but left a few clues for her to find me. 21-10-1999 When the night fell again I heard her call from very nearby. I tried to find out which direction it came from and turned around. Then I saw her again, but as I walked towards her she faded into the dark shadows. I tried to follow her, but couldn’t find her again. I decided to keep walking in the direction she had disappeared in, in hopes of finding her again, to tell her how I felt. Then Silence fell. I heard nothing, no birds, no crackling of the forest, nothing. I couldn’t see or hear anything, but felt her very close to me. I tried to hold on to this feeling as long as I could... but slowly reality returned. Hoping for the best, I continued my quest to find her. Knowing that if I did, I’d love her forever. 22-10-1999 I kept walking and walking, trying to find my way out. Then when I least expected it I heard a cry for help, from someone wanting to talk. I decided to walk towards her, and found her quite easily. We walked on together and talked and talked for hours. It made me feel warmer, and better again, knowing that though I’d lost my love, others still cared. I know this sounds harsh but that was how it felt then. Then we came to a point where our reads parted again. So we went different ways, hoping to see each other again in better times. Sometimes. 22-10-1999 (written on the 24th) I tried to go on alone, but couldn’t find the strength to continue. But as sudden as last time she called out again, telling me where to go. But when I finally found her again, it was only so she could tell me, that although she loved the time we had together, that she still loved me, but not as before. And that she couldn’t go on because of this. All my hopes were shattered in that single moment. My whole world trembled . And all I did was just stand there, telling her I’d be staying there a while. For if she’d ever reconsider, ever change her mind. And then we went different ways, though still friends, the beautiful shining bond we surrounding us went dull and broke as she walked besides me. She kissed to say goodbye, I felt my grip on her weaken, until finally, I let go. I looked at her once more, saw a little tear in her eyes, then walked away, not knowing what to do, whet to feel, what to think. I just started wondering, if I’d ever feel like that again.... wondering... That’s all I can do right now... As I was writing the last words tears ran from my eyes, no longer able to control them.... knowing I’d lost what I’d lived for the last two months. 24-10-1999 Jesse Houwing The Always Busy Angel - -- ICQ #12001754 Jewel - foolish games: http://home.student.utwente.nl/j.houwing/ - --------------------------------------------------- I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life... To put to rout all that was not life; And not, when I had come to die, discover that I had not lived. -- The Dead Poets Society - --------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 25 Oct 1999 10:59:37 -0400 (EDT) From: Seth Fulmer Subject: ET: The Majestic Dragon's quartet(poem) Hiya all :) Before I begin...if you don't want to receive my poems anymore, let me know and I won't send them to you anymore. I'm sorry if this is harassing to you then. Anyhow..here's my email. hehe :) This past weekend, I was up in Oswego, NY...and there was a banquet at the end. During the dance part of the banquet, like on several other occasions recently, I had these visions where I was/am a dragon and was soaring through space with my mate(also a dragon). Now, before you think I'm depressed or something, I find dragons to be quite a majestic creature! Sure some of them can have evil intentions(e.g. burning down cities with fiery breath), but for the most part, they can be quite a beautiful creature. Anyhow, there were a few slow dances that I really had this dream of this way beautiful lady(whom I have always dreamt and named Deana which means little goddess in latin) and she appeared and we both changed into our dragon forms and soared through the universe..and well, the poem gives away the thoughts. I wrote this this morning. Nicole, you can use this in Section 8 if you wish :) Any comments, flames, and general advice on either love, hate, or the stock market are appreciated Also, feel free to send this to someone else who may want to read it. :) -Seth The Majestic Dragon's quartet by Seth D. Fulmer 10/25/99 I yearn for my other my perfect mate to be A beast of pure beauty with scales from the sea Someone with whom I can clique and jive, and swim, and soar, letting the wings of our ancestors fade into our souls With the power of the gods and magic of pure fire, you'll be a perfect lady and I'll be your man on honor We'll dance a quick mambo, the electric slide, or waltz, and then we'll change forms and I'll show you to the stars We'll soar through the heavens weaving in and out My body here and yours will be one and the same My home sweet home is yours my power, and my love, The sea, the world, the universe I give with all my heart If ever you're in danger just let your heart cry out With all the power I have and don't I'll save you with no doubt No boundary will keep me from you. No obstacle is too big. No distance is too large for me Your majesty is my fuel ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 25 Oct 1999 15:42:19 GMT From: "~* cymbaline *~" Subject: ET: Only in America.... NOTHING IS FUNNIER THAN THE TRUTH. 1. Only in America.....can a pizza get to your house faster than an ambulance. 2. Only in America......are there handicap parking places in front of a skating rink. 3. Only in America......do drugstores make the sick walk all the way to the back of the store to get their prescriptions while healthy people can buy cigarettes at the front. 4. Only in America......do people order double cheese burgers, large fries, and a diet coke. 5. Only in America......do banks leave both doors open and then chain the pens to the counters. 6. Only in America......do we leave cars worth thousands of dollars in the driveway and put our useless junk in the garage. 7. Only in America......do we use answering machines to screen calls and then have call waiting so we won't miss a call from someone we didn't want to talk to in the first place. 8. Only in America......do we buy hot dogs in packages of ten and buns in packages of eight. 9. Only in America......do we use the word 'politics' to describe the process so well: 'Poli' in Latin meaning 'many' and 'tics' meaning 'bloodsucking creatures'. 10. Only in America......do they have drive-up ATM machines with Braille lettering. 11. Only in America......can a homeless combat veteran live in a cardboard box and a draft dodger live in the White House. ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 25 Oct 1999 20:02:34 GMT From: "~* cymbaline *~" Subject: ET: A Sarcastic Happy Poem Oh Life! Isn't it grand? I think I'll go out and pick a daisy while walking my dog in the park! kelly ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 25 Oct 1999 19:34:14 -0500 From: zerocool@sunlink.net Subject: ET: poem Some off hand poems. -Niki - ----------------- Your eyes contain my life Your body embodies my heart Your words determine tomorrow Your actions command my soul - ------- I've given you everything my trust my heart my life (I would) Be so careful... you've been careless before made me cry made me break But I've dried up and mended... not again though..... In too deep now...I'm bound to you, And for you to be careless would Just rip me away no matter how I tried to stay I beg of you-be careful with me... ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 25 Oct 1999 18:15:18 PDT From: "Jeremy Hodgins" Subject: ET: A poem..... EDA's, This poem was written during a bad time for me,.....low self esteem, that sort of thing.... *Photo* I look at a photo Of my friends They look so cool I look to take notes To see if it would Rub off and melt onto Me. All comments are welcome. Jeremy :) **The Scorpion, Peace Loving, and Kind & Gentle Angel!** My ICQ number is 42872979. Please visit my homepage and sign my guestbook? http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Nebula/9655 Around Yahoo! chatrooms I'm know as scorpius_48 "There are pleanty of people who have prayed for peace, But if praying were enough it would have come to be." Jewel, Life Uncommon. ________________________________________________________________ Get FREE voicemail, fax and email at http://voicemail.excite.com Talk online at http://voicechat.excite.com ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 25 Oct 1999 21:59:42 EDT From: JohnTracy4@aol.com Subject: ET: Re:ET Gay Parents -- I know AGAIN!!! I have to comment again on this subject, mainly because it is a very good debate. Kelly said, << Blacks and whites are getting married, and having biracial children! Don't you think these kids are made fun of for having parents who are of different races? And the children, they can't be classified as either "white" or "black". Its harder for them to fit in w/ a particulat group, than it would be for someone of one race. >> I hate to get all psychological and scientific, but hell, that is what I do. I am a Psychology Student for God sake! :-) Studies have shown that multiracial children actually get along better with other people (of both races) simply because they have that CONTRAST in them. A child, to be stimulated properly, must have a fair amount of contrast in them. Not that I am saying biracial parents have better kids, but that the male and the female provide the contrast. If you notice, there are a lot of couples that get married and it looks almost as if they have nothing in common. This is because opposites attract. And if a child were to grow up, not only without his or her biological parents, but with a set of gay parents, this child could go through some very bad psychological and sociological problems. We haven't even tried to look at the fact that a lot of children without their biological parents tend to fall in to the same category as those without a father or a mother. That is, drugs, alcohol, violence, premarital sex, teen pregnancy. Lets just say, this is almost putting the child up for a double jeopardy. John -- The Forever Questioning Angel ICQ - 49575873 AIM - JohnTracy4 ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 25 Oct 1999 23:31:28 EDT From: JADED022@aol.com Subject: ET: Ordinary Sunday...My first poem to the list! = ) Okay, I've been on the List FOREVER!--But I never sent poetry in...This is just a first of SO MANY, I hope to share with the group, Simple...easy...Just Plain Poetry! Open for comments as always! TAKE CARE ALWAYS... ~JADE~ ORDINARY SUNDAY... That guy over there looks deep in thought... I think I'd like to join him Just me and my two understandings, them over coffee and thoughts aloud Me just content for the moment, over-hearing and writing of my day. Just an ordinary Sunday I guess... That woman on the couch looks like an artist. She has drama all over her. Just happily sitting there, much like me. I should go ask her name, just to see if she's what I thought her to be Probably not though...They never are! I wonder what they are thinking. Of life's problems? Of their mothers they should have called last week? Maybe of nothing at all? On just an ordinary Sunday. ~Jade Quinn Makenzie~ ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V2 #307 **********************************