From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #263 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, October 30 1998 Volume 01 : Number 263 * 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 V1 #xxx or the like gives readers no clue * as to what your message is about. Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: Poems... [Summer Burton ] ET: out of the fog comes a poem [genben@usa.net] ET: Poem from my insanity [Seth Fulmer ] [none] [mandabear4@juno.com (Mandabear four)] ET: Re: your mail [Seth Fulmer ] Re: ET: Re: your mail [Angeljlb96@aol.com] ET: poem - Please Read :_( ["Seth D. Fulmer" ] ET: Re: (no subject) [Uneaq1@webtv.net (Maggie)] ET:Father Forgets ["ws r" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Thu, 29 Oct 1998 01:37:50 -0600 From: Summer Burton Subject: ET: Poems... Following the footsteps of Saaaaaaam, here are two recent poems by ME about two vastly different boys & situations... :-) Yay. All feedback is welcome & appriceated... (Sam, tell me whatcha think.. and I'll write you tomorrow, okay?) FUNNY by Summer ********* I'm laughing at myself because I used to be in love with you a sad, lightless boy with blond hair and blue eyes I used to be in love with you - so much that I wrote poems that turned you into a poet and that called you a dreamer - poetic lies, really. I'm laughing at you because you've realized now that I've moved on and SUDDENLY (this is really from nowhere) you care. Suddenly - "I miss you" Suddenly - "Hey beautiful" Suddenly - "We should get together" this is funny, because I used to dream about things like that. this is funny, because it used to be that I would treasure it if you said a word to me. any word - "bitch" "whatever" "goodbye" this is funny, because suddenly it's "Hello!" and not "oh, hey..." this is funny, because I was the one who said no to you today. HAPPY by Summer ********* You're the one that keeps saying I'm happy as if that's a descriptor and not an emotion You're the one that makes me UNhappy when your lips are moving and I'm not kissing them You're the one that causes the frowns because I feel so fake & insecure just cause you're so perfect You always ask what's wrong as if me not jumping up and down and screaming is wrong and you told me once, when I apologized for singing "That's what we love about you." great, my bad singing is all that you love? or did you mean the happiness? the happiness, the stuff that goes away inside when you look away from my eyes because you can't even face the fact that's I'm really alive and I'm not your doll and I'm not your toy and I'll tell you what, little boy - I don't feel like singing so leave me alone I'm crying cause I want to so leave me alone no wait, please don't go I just want you to look at me as something other than happy. - -- Love, Summer summie@bonbon.net http://www.bga.com/~melissab "I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way" - -Pablo Neruda ------------------------------ Date: 29 Oct 98 10:20:26 EST From: genben@usa.net Subject: ET: out of the fog comes a poem Hey, Well, I'm terribly sorry that I got so carried away on that thread recently, but it just touches my heart in that 'special' way =) Anyway, I guess my penance is to write a poem. So, here it is. *evil twin* how do I go about conducting myself in an orderly fashion with you, the salt in my wounds forever exercising your leverage weighing down on my decisions if it stings a little you make it ache when it's too hot you make it burn why can't I escape you when you're but a figment and do they know when it's me or you? doubtful why don't you get it through your thick skull and get out of my head BA 10/29/98 I have no idea where that came from, but it came none the less.... ____________________________________________________________________ Get free e-mail and a permanent address at http://www.netaddress.com/?N=1 ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 29 Oct 1998 10:42:10 -0500 (EST) From: Seth Fulmer Subject: ET: Poem from my insanity Mala Rebecae by Seth D. Fulmer 10/29/98 Through the night and from the sky Stars that shimmer through the moon so high Girls that run from Daddy's cold hands Boys that chase snakes through the grass Some are dark and some are grim Blood roses, their thorns can really hold a kiss People who are nice and such good kind friends and then turn their backs and leave in sweet bliss Those who would tell you a novel or two describing their lives and yours maybe too Some when confronted with feelings of desire run and resist the surrender to passion When sifted through the refuse of a life quite less ordinary One discovers a good friend is hurt with much injury - --- Comments, Criticisms, Flames, Life Stories, and Requests for explanation can be directed to me, Seth Fulmer at "mailto:kaosking@voicenet.com" ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 29 Oct 1998 16:15:26 -0500 From: mandabear4@juno.com (Mandabear four) Subject: [none] Okay, one more thing about the 80's and then I'll quit. Anyone remember Reading Rainbow? ___________________________________________________________________ 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/getjuno.html or call Juno at (800) 654-JUNO [654-5866] ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 29 Oct 1998 16:40:01 -0500 (EST) From: Seth Fulmer Subject: ET: Re: your mail On Thu, 29 Oct 1998, Mandabear four wrote: > Okay, one more thing about the 80's and then I'll quit. Anyone remember > Reading Rainbow? You betcha!! with Levar Burton...cuz I watched Star Trek and always said "There's Geordi!!" and so I'd watch the entire show then...it was cool! :) And If I must say so myself, Levar's a GREAT actor....Chowsy! :) Seth <- Yup! That's me :) ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 29 Oct 1998 16:49:24 EST From: Angeljlb96@aol.com Subject: Re: ET: Re: your mail In a message dated 10/29/98 3:43:13 PM Central Standard Time, kaosking@voicenet.com writes: << You betcha!! with Levar Burton...cuz I watched Star Trek and always said "There's Geordi!!" and so I'd watch the entire show then...it was cool! :) And If I must say so myself, Levar's a GREAT actor....Chowsy! :) >> hehe...I was all up on that community serive children's Mr. Rogers', Captain Kangaroo, Reading Rainbow channel =) Love, Jamie ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 29 Oct 1998 18:13:13 -0500 From: "Seth D. Fulmer" Subject: ET: poem - Please Read :_( "If" by Seth D. Fulmer 10/29/98 At the end of the summer when the leaves are changing color Will you still be my friend or will you leave me in the gutter? If I act like I am sugar and I say that you are sweet If I treat you like a lady, will you treat me like a creep? If you say you do not want to hear my words or see me breathe just tell me oh so nicely and I'll leave you oh so right I can talk to you about anything You can do the same with me Please don't let that end abruptly I really value your opinion. ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 29 Oct 1998 15:40:49 -0800 (PST) From: Uneaq1@webtv.net (Maggie) Subject: ET: Re: (no subject) - --WebTV-Mail-123997517-689 Content-Type: Text/Plain; Charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7Bit Isn't reading rainbow still on the air? - --WebTV-Mail-123997517-689 Content-Disposition: Inline Content-Type: Message/RFC822 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7Bit Received: from mailsorter-101.iap.bryant.webtv.net (mailsorter-101.iap.bryant.webtv.net [207.79.35.91]) by postoffice-111.bryant.webtv.net (8.8.8/po.gso.24Feb98) with ESMTP id NAA00552; Thu, 29 Oct 1998 13:19:40 -0800 (PST) Received: from chmls06.mediaone.net (chmls06.mediaone.net [24.128.1.71]) by mailsorter-101.iap.bryant.webtv.net (8.8.8/ms.graham.14Aug97) with ESMTP id NAA13803; Thu, 29 Oct 1998 13:19:39 -0800 (PST) Received: from smoe.org (080020908e73.ne.mediaone.net [24.128.147.247]) by chmls06.mediaone.net (8.8.7/8.8.7) with ESMTP id QAA06428; Thu, 29 Oct 1998 16:19:27 -0500 (EST) Received: from localhost (daemon@localhost) by smoe.org (8.8.7/8.8.7/listq-jane) with SMTP id QAA18836; Thu, 29 Oct 1998 16:18:03 -0500 (EST) Received: by smoe.org (bulk_mailer v1.10); Thu, 29 Oct 1998 16:18:00 -0500 Received: (from majordom@localhost) by smoe.org (8.8.7/8.8.7/listq-jane) id QAA18826 for eda-thoughts-outgoing; Thu, 29 Oct 1998 16:17:13 -0500 (EST) Received: from m26.boston.juno.com (m26.boston.juno.com [205.231.101.187]) by smoe.org (8.8.7/8.8.7/daemon-mode-relay2) with ESMTP id QAA18822 for ; Thu, 29 Oct 1998 16:17:10 -0500 (EST) Received: (from mandabear4@juno.com) by m26.boston.juno.com (queuemail) id DSRQLNE8; Thu, 29 Oct 1998 16:17:00 EST To: eda-thoughts@smoe.org Date: Thu, 29 Oct 1998 16:15:26 -0500 Message-ID: <19981029.161720.10422.1.Mandabear4@juno.com> X-Mailer: Juno 1.49 X-Juno-Line-Breaks: 1 From: mandabear4@juno.com (Mandabear four) Sender: owner-eda-thoughts@smoe.org Precedence: bulk Okay, one more thing about the 80's and then I'll quit. Anyone remember Reading Rainbow? ___________________________________________________________________ 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/getjuno.html or call Juno at (800) 654-JUNO [654-5866] - --WebTV-Mail-123997517-689-- ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 29 Oct 1998 19:45:01 PST From: "ws r" Subject: ET:Father Forgets Hey guys, Well, I promised to find it for you, and I did. So, just a reminder that I didn't write this, but I sincerely think that it's worth a try for everyone who has the chance... Father Forgets By W. Livingston Larned Listen, son: I am saying this as you lie asleep, one little paw crumpled under your cheek and the blond curls stickily wet on your damp forhead. I have stolen into your room alone. Just a few minutes ago, as i sat reading my paper in the library, a stifiling wave of remorse swept over me. Guilty I come to your bedside. These are the things I was thinking, son: I had been cross to you. I scolded you as you were dressing for school because you gave your face merely a dab with the towel. I took you to task for not cleaning your shoes. I called out angrily when you threw some of your things on the floor. At breakfast I found fault, too. You spilled things. You gulped down your food. You put your elbows on the table. You spread butter too thick on the bread. And as you started off to play and I made for my train, you turned and waved a hand and called, "Good-bye Daddy!!" and I frowned, and said in reply, "Hold your shoulders back!" Then it began all over again in the late afternoon. As I came up the road I spied you, down on your knees, playing marbles. There were holes in your stockings. I humiliated you before your boy friends by marching you ahead of me to the house. Stockings were expensive-and if you had to buy them you would be more careful! Imagine that, son, from a father! Do you remeber, later, when I ws reading in the library, how you came in, timidly, with a sort of hurt look in your eyes? When I glanced up over my paper, impatient at the interruption, you hesitated at the door. "What do you want?" I snapped. You said nothing, but ran across in one tempestuous plunge, and threw your arms around my neck and kissed me,and your small arms tightened with an ffection God had set blooming in your heart and which even neglect could not wither. And then you were gone, pattering up the stairs. Well, son, it was shortly afterwards that my paper slipped from my hands and a terrible sickening fear came over me. What has habit been doing to me? The habit of finding fault, or repremanding-this was my reward to you for being a boy? It was not that I did not love you; it was that I expected too much of youth. I was measureing you by the yardstick of my own years. And there was so much that was good and fine and true in your character. The little heart of you was as big as the dawn itself over the wide hills. This was shown by your spontaneous impulse to rush in and kiss me good-night. Nothing else matters tonight, son. I have come to your bedside in the darkness, and have knelt there, ashamed! It is a feeble atonement; I know you would not understand these things if I told them to you during you waking hours. But tomorrow I will be a real daddy!I will chum with you, and suffer when you suffer, and laugh when you laugh. I will bite my tongue when impatient words come. I will keep saying as if it were a ritual: "He is nothing but a boy-a litttle boy!" I am afraid I have visualized you as a man. Yet as I see you now, son, crumpled and weary in your cot, I see that you are still a baby. Yesterday you were in your mother's arms, your head on her shoulder. I have asked too much, too much. Hope this was time well spent. Just a meager offering, Sue ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V1 #263 **********************************