From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #1 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, April 20 1998 Volume 01 : Number 001 Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: First email to LARA's new list!! [Mike Connell ] ET: hi ["Christie Ambert" ] ET: your opinion? [JonBoy911 ] ET: Hey :) [Lara ] ET: Monday [Lara ] ET: Dancing in Solitude [Lara ] ET: a poem [Damian Daigle ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Fri, 17 Apr 1998 23:42:26 -0400 From: Mike Connell Subject: ET: First email to LARA's new list!! Lara, This is a test email. Testing, testing...1,2,3,4....testing, testing....1,2,3,4 You should get TWO emails by morning...a loose copy of this, and a digest version. Let me know if you do. Let me know if you don't. Right now you and I are the only ones here. I'll add the rest either tomorrow night or Sunday morning. Mike :-) P.S. All loosemail posts should have a subject that begins with ET: for easier recognition ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 19 Apr 1998 13:09:15 -0700 From: "Christie Ambert" Subject: ET: hi hey fellow thinkers, I just have to say something I LOVE MEN!!! Amen and haleluya to that!!!! I went to this party yesterday and I met this really cute spanish guy and I`m over my ex already. So I`m going out with my friends tonight and I am hoping he goes, wish me luck you guys... Anyway yesterday I wrote this... A letter to myself by: Christie the flowerchild angel hey Christie asa you look at the moon, I can see a tears in your eyes. hey Christie the music is bringing you down, dont let it get to you, you`ll be smiling again soon. hey Christie I saw you smile, is that a smile a see in little Christie`s face. I suspect Christie is happy again, there`s a guy looking at you, with eyes like the color of the sea, and with a smile to die for. Hey Christie there`s a ray of hapiness in you face, and you can`t seem to stop smiling. I can rest easy at night knowing you wont cry yourself to sleep at night anymore. well that it and I would like to thank all you guys that emailed me (privately) you guys are great....hi james!!!!!!!!hi naomi!!!!!!!!!!and everyone else!!!!!!! I got to split I have to get ready to go out,,, LAter, ChRiStIE The Flowerchild Angel ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 19 Apr 1998 21:24:25 EDT From: JonBoy911 Subject: ET: your opinion? I wrote this about 2 weeks ago lakeside during Spring Break. It's a beat poem, since that is what I am getting into right now. I am considering submitting it to the school Lit. Mag. I would like your feedback on if I should or not. So please e-mail me with pros, cons, etc. :) Promiscuity, 3 Ducks, and a Poet The waves splash against the boards. The sunlight dances with the waves. A white fluffy dragon watches the sky and looks after smaller creatures. A single fish floats on it's side and surfs the waves. Soon it will be with it's deceased friends along the shore. The stereos blaze familiar tunes, and guys cruise for chicks, as gals cruise for a cool cat to have fun with. Spring Break after all is just a teenage prelude to summer. The lake seems to go on forever. Inline skaters, joggers, runners all along the same path. The sailboat owners grin and laugh as they tame the sea, and bask in the sun. The lovers are by the waterfall, and couples who want some evening fun join them. The harsh wind blows and runners cease. The sailors remove their sails and row back in. The lovers and the sex addicts retreat to their cars. The cruiser's blast their stereos and depart. But still, a lonely poet dreams. Another man across the way stands on a pier and thinks. Maybe he is just like the poet who always thinks and dreams. A policeman makes his rounds and sees the poet by the lake. He stops and looks a little interested, then off he goes up the hill. The leaving cars show caution as the workmen do their job. No car wants to visit the open trench that the signs warn of. 3 ducks walk with the waves and still do no work. As they pass they talk to the poet in their native tongue, but all he does is smile. One duck stays behind. Maybe he feels connected to the poet, for he is the only mallard there among a group of gray ducks. Just like the man who is the only poet among the gray souls that occupy the lake today. He stares up at the poet, and the poet stares down at him and smiles. They stay transfixed until the waves push the duck away. Maybe they will meet again someday. :) Love Me, Jon ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 19 Apr 1998 22:34:07 -0700 From: Lara Subject: ET: Hey :) Hello guys! Glad to see everything is now up and running! I finally finished my history paper and I thought I would take a sec to say hello!! (this is Lara by the way... my email address has changed because I am tired of losing my mail!) School is almost over here and I must say I am extremely glad. Enough is enough... I can finally reply to some of the posts as of late. Out of curiousity how many people are in long distance or internet relationships?? It just seems like I have seen quite a few mention this. I admire people who can do this. I know how hard it can be! Below is one of my poems... sorry to ruin the upbeat mood of my post :) Haha...I am working on some happier ones just for Isaac! Anyhow... sorry if I have already posted this (don'tthink I have) ~Hold My Hand~ It seems like only yesterday that you were here When I turned to speak And you weren't near What caused you to go I cannot understand Did I anger you so? Why did you drop my hand? You were the rebel Acting the fool I was the simple one You did not think was cool You acted like you cared As you smiled and stared Was it all a lie? Was I the fool? You did a good job People really believed you I wanted to trust you, I tried But my reasons for trusting you fell through, I gave you a chance I wanted to be there Why did you turn away? It was not my fault Yet you blamed me Why? How could you do that to me? I was nothing but kind to you Why did you slam the door? I listened, without judging To all of your past stories Of your crazy life Your mischief and other such "glories" You respected me for stating By your side Then why did you push me away? It seems like only yesterday that you were here When I turned to speak And you weren't near What caused you to go I cannot understand Did I anger you so? Why did you drop my hand? Many more will follow In the pattern of love and leave But I will not lose faith And will continue to believe That one man will come along To treat me right Leaving the door open for me And will, forever, hold my hand. Goodnight guys!! :) Lara - daisypetals@usa.net http://members.tripod.com/~laruth ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 20 Apr 1998 13:05:45 -0700 From: Lara Subject: ET: Monday here's a message from the yahoo acocunt... - --------------------------------------- Date: Mon, 20 Apr 1998 10:39:30 -0700 To: eda_thoughts@yahoo.com From: moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us) Add to Address Book Subject: Monday Okay everyone, Someone said they wouldn't mind hearing my little story so tell me if any of you want to hear it too and I'll send it to you. Okay now for poems! Sam the ? angel ~~**~~ No title June 1997 by sm Burn a candle for your one true love and hopefully he will someday come plant a flower for the sky above to thank it for all it's done put on a white dress and dance like an angel around the candle with flowers in your hair and don't forget to bless the golden sun for spreading light everywhere but sometimes stop and remember what you are doing this for and if yout one true love doesn't come remember that there is more build a rocket to fly to the moon the pearl so shining full paint your nails to stay in fashion so you can still be cool stomp out a cigarette lying on the ground poisioning kids everywhere join Greenpeace and post your signs to save that one last bear but sometimes stop and think who you are doing this to please are you doing it for yourself or are you down on your knees visit the poor in south america and give them all your money try to stop those your age taking everything they see swing from the drooping tree hanging down beside your window and be sure to fight for your freedom and visit the aging widow do you ever want to stop and just be alive that day not to worry about what's right or what your peers might say so burn the candle for your one true love and fight to clearn the polluted air but remember to love yourself and stop to put flowers in your sun-lit hair moonsong@ix.netcom.com ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 20 Apr 1998 13:07:44 -0700 From: Lara Subject: ET: Dancing in Solitude here's a message from the yahoo acocunt... - --------------------------------------- From: Beck82 Add to Address Book Date: Sun, 19 Apr 1998 16:49:09 EDT To: eda_thoughts@yahoo.com Subject: Dancing In Solitude Hey. I have not posted in a while but I wrote a new poem today about life in general. Here it is. Its called Dancing In Solitude. (and I just realized that the first line seems like it is taken after Jewel with "Under the Shadows"like in "Everything Breaks" and "Behind the Wall" like the Tracy Chapman song that she always sings, but I did not mean for it to be. They were just the first words that came to mind.) Enjoy!!! - ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Dancing In Solitude By Rebecca Under the shadows, behind the wall Hidden are the fears Afraid to meet the light. Instead, they alone hide in the dark. Streets filled with thoughts and emotions. Confusion fills the air like smog Blinding and impairing vision and judgement. Alone in the dark without a friend or confidant Empty bodies detached from their souls Simply pass each other by without a glance. Forgetting old friends and facing cruel life and fear alone And only dancing in solitude. ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 20 Apr 1998 13:45:27 -0500 From: Damian Daigle Subject: ET: a poem hey everyone! well i just wrote a new poem and i just wanted to try it out here. you can e-mail me with you opinions if you feel like it. :) it's kind of a happy poem about a girl im dating. well here it is.....it's untitled...... a truth from deep within uncontrollable and ever so real suppressed to save face seems so awkward and queer and it's this feeling i feel deep inside speaking it may be a sin and losing you would shatter my world so i keep the creature hidden below maybe i'm right, maybe i'm wrong but only the words from your lips would justify what i feel for you ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ thanks for listening... well bye all you wonderful poets... me, damian ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V1 #1 ********************************