From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #108 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 Sunday, August 9 1998 Volume 01 : Number 108 Today's Subjects: ----------------- Re: ET: possible thread...? [Jesse Houwing ] ET: Introduction [Summer Burton ] ET: just two poems.. ["Naomi Vaughn" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sat, 08 Aug 1998 23:59:40 +0200 From: Jesse Houwing Subject: Re: ET: possible thread...? > Okay, so, I thought of a possible thread. > Everyone could post the first poem they wrote, I've been reading the messages for a week now, and haven't had a chance to properly introduce myself. I'm Jesse and I am a first year student computer science from enschede (The Netherlands). I love to make photographs and am a boy-scout. I love jewel's music, but I love her poetry (and that of others) most. Ok, here we go... I'll give a little background for this one: I wrote this poem when I had to live with my father because my mother devorced (again) and could not cope with the stress. In the beginning everything was allright and so, but as time went by the tension between me and my fathers new wife grew. That is when I wrote this poem. It isn't my first one and it is a bit short, because I'm from the netherlandsI've written many dutch poems, but it is my firt english one. ======================= Lies... You write a poem and fake a smile This is enough... to go on again, A little while Jesse Houwing The Always Busy Angel - -- ICQ #12001754 Webmaster of Jewel - foolish games: - - http://members.xoom.com/jfg/ - ------------------------------------------------ The right thing to do is often not the easiest. - ------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 08 Aug 1998 18:25:15 -0500 From: Summer Burton Subject: ET: Introduction Hi all. I've been lurking for a little bit and I thought I would introduce myself. My name's Summer, I'm 16, I write LOTS of poetry and I adore Jewel's music & her poetry. I'd like to follow this bit on posting the first poem I've written, but I don't know what that is, so I'm just gonna post three poems I've written at various times. Vision I close my eyes and my vision of you is here with me I know it's not you you're not nearly that poetic I'm not even sure if you're that beautiful but somewhere, that dream boy is inside of you, my dear my vision of love my ideal held so near could be you You have nothing to fear from me I will protect you if you'll just believe in me and in yourself and in us. Be inspired. Remember what I see inside you when I close my eyes. Jewel I sing through her when I hear her voice I think maybe that could be me So adored so beautiful with an angel's voice That could be me up on that stage Sing for me Sing your lullaby so I can fall asleep I don't think I'm good enough to live a life like yours but in some way, I'll live it through you. Riding Pepper for a moment i close my eyes and breathe I can feel the mare's body beneath mine power freedom dreams like me. she's like me she's dreaming right now of something else and when I breathe in I can almost smell her soul and I feel closer to that horse than to anyone in the world I'm VERY open to constructive criticism or (!) applause.. Love & Peace & all that good stuff, Summer ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 08 Aug 1998 20:46:06 -0700 From: "Naomi Vaughn" Subject: ET: just two poems.. hey angels~ I haven't been writing *too* much the past few days..but here's 2 for y'all. The first one popped in my head when I was getting something to drink, and the second while I was typing the first one out. ;) anyhoo..comments are great. rock on angels!! hehe...later.. ;) love ya's fer eva, (jeez..i'm in a wierd mood ;) Naomi the unknown angel - --- then my hair pulled into loose pigtails, toenails painted pink, a plastic star bracelet on my wrist. we'd make chocolate milk and watch t.v. all morning. later, we'd go outside to play laying on the grass lazily sipping strawberry kool-aid and picking shapes out of the clouds. we always stayed up till midnight, (it seemed so much later then) giggling and talking, drooling over the latest "teen dream" and going on about all the amazing things we'd do, "when we grow up." seems like so long ago. you don't come around much, anymore you have a new life, new friends, new dreams. but it's still nice to sometimes remember, how it was then. 8.8.98 - --- dusk till dawn clouds stretched perfectly across the darkening sky. tiny hints of light from the setting sun, still barely visible light beams, jumping heavenward as if trying to pull it back into the blueness of the sky. the clouds slowly blow away, and the sun sinks below the horizon. then the moon, so full and bright brings the stars out to shine until those too, fade into the morning. 8-8-98 - --- "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 #108 **********************************