From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V2 #61 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, March 9 1999 Volume 02 : Number 061 * 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 help [Robby VanSciver ] ET: .4. [Miles and Prystowsky ] ET: Please Forgive Me(poem) ["Seth D. Fulmer" ] ET: My Knowledge [Trexd5@aol.com] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Mon, 08 Mar 1999 01:19:02 -0500 From: Robby VanSciver Subject: ET: Poem help Okey..Not really sure if you all will be able to help or not, but anyway, I figured it'd be ok to ask. I need a little extra credit to help out my english grade, and I asked the teacher if she accepted poems for extra credit, and then she said that I need to try to write a "metaphysical conceit". That's the problem. She said it was in our poetry book, "Sound and Sense" but I didn't see it in the index or glossary anywhere, and I asked a junior, and he didn't know (the one I usually consult has been sick and then he went to Cali.). Then I asked another English teacher (mine wouldn't tell me) and he said that poets such as John Donne (and others from the 17th century) were metaphysical writers or something like that--I recognize Donne from "Sound and Sense" but don't really have much information on him.. ANYWAY--Can someone -try- to help me out with this--is there a special format (rhyme scheme/stanza's/dialogue) or something in these types of poems? Are they generally about a specific topic? Thanks a bunch if you can help. :-) ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 08 Mar 1999 11:46:51 -0800 From: Miles and Prystowsky Subject: ET: .4. if she must be alone, then she wants to be a maiden. and walk among the orange groves bathed in milky monlight and be female in all her essence. if she must be only one star, then she wants to travel solely. with all her depth poured into her steady pulse toward the alchemists' drum. if she must dream with just herself, then she wants to dream in color. and be there in full purity with strength in her midst and dance in her movement with a night wind. if she must sing in quiet, then she wants to sing in ecstasy. and she wants to be a maiden, and wear a charm to speak her soul, and she wants to love her deepest of the world. 3.5.99 - - - - the blue of the train whistle pierces the black night. black, into the firey red that hang silver in their distance. a silken silent feline stalking an outlined fence with dancing liquid yellow eyes. green, the fronds now mere shadows cast in a wind forgotten by the hour. huge, the silence that holds around the sky & sunken ground. blue the train whistle pierces the black night. - - - - - my mother my mother is beautiful. in her are so many things. i see her now as a small woman standing tall, a lady, a female with a deep sense of self & soft hair. her green sea eyes are her mother's and they are churhing and centered, and soft, and lovely. my mother is beautiful. she is a girl of the '60s, and she wore sweaty shirts and flowers and she clenched tight innocence & felt a lot, & went to love-ins. she had a big "i love paul" button, & she was quiet, and she liked the rain, and she still likes the rain, and now she likes cookbooks. my mother is beautiful. she wore pretty dresses & hung upside-down on playground bars. she wouldn't give her first love her address because she passionately swore they'd never meet again. she has her mother's jewelry, & her shelves are full of crone books & wise-woman tales and women's secrets and spirituality, and ann rice, and everything about every realm of life. and she has made afgans, and seen deaths and seen births and read the alchemist. my mother is beautiful. she is so giving and human, and she strives toward understanding, and she achieves understanding. and she is amazing to me in that she does so much, and she is brave in this world, and she is a mother to three, and she bears more weight as who she was born as than niagra falls will ever pound, and she has lost and she has gained. my mother is beautiful. in her i see so much that the hugeness is humbling, and she is a force of nature when nature is in grave danger, and the depth of her life as a woman makes me love her all the more. and she is willing to learn, and in everything, at core, so much of life, that even in frustration i am teary, because nothing is ever as amazing as a mother, and she is gentle and she loves poetry and she watches the sun rise and she misses her mother, and she is beautiful. 3.7.99 - - - - - she wants to be a poet. she wants to have that supply of words at her fingertips, so she can write what she sees and proclaim the things that dazzle her in the simplicity of their beauty. she wants to be a poet. she wants, in fact, to write without knowing she moves her pen. she wants the world to speak for her, she believes it is the world that is the poem. she wants to tell you how she sees it, she wants to tell herself. she wants you to know she writes of rainbows without explaining the hues. she wants to be a poet. and then she sits down with poems and the single power of words inspires her, and also she feels helpless. she wants to speak without words, a poem is only one glimpse bursting into a flow in the movement of ongoing life. she wants to record the purple flower glowing open like a cup, poured, filled with a morning sun's rays. she wants to be a poet. she dreams of being a poet. she writes to be a poet. she dances like a poet. she wants to be a poet. she is a poet. 3.8.99 love - -sam the ? angel ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 08 Mar 1999 18:01:16 -0500 From: "Seth D. Fulmer" Subject: ET: Please Forgive Me(poem) Ok, this poem is dedicated to a (hopefully still) friend of mine that I met over the internet in September of 1998. I was feeling horrible last night and today at work about an argument(or whatever ya wanna call it) we had yesterday and so I wrote this poem which I appropriately title "Please Forgive Me". Anyhow, here is the poem... Please Forgive Me I know not what I've done Your love means more to me than anything else I've asked for My soul is in hell just waiting for that smile Knowing I've offended you is more sinful than genocide I hope you know that my heart is sincere To prove that I'm true I'll offer you a tear A tear and another and another after that Until the river flows over the walls of the city This poem letter is hard to say without crying or wripping paper to shreds for anger is my bandaid I make myself angry when I should crumble inside I would die right here now if it would make you forgive me If you would rather better that to you I not speak Then tell me that please for I've not the strength to decide I want to adore you but yet I want to hide from the wrath of a goddess that I've angered deep down Whatever you do though I hope you are well Please though forgive me I repent all that I've done. Seth Fulmer mailto:usfulmer@mcs.drexel.edu mailto:st96t879@post.drexel.edu mailto:kaosking@voicenet.com webpages: http://www.voicenet.com/~kaosking Quotes/Song Lyrics that describe my feelings :) "Please let me forget all those sweet smiles, all of the passions All of the peace, the heat, the pain..and all those blue skies Where your words were my freedom" - -Jewel, "Don't" ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 8 Mar 1999 22:16:22 EST From: Trexd5@aol.com Subject: ET: My Knowledge Hey everybody... just a short and sweet poem for you all. ... .. . . . "MY KNOWLEDGE" I only know what I have been taught .... So dont persecute me because of my lack of knowledge..... it was something I had no controll over ...... I hope you guys enjoyed.. I'll e-mail later on in the week with something better... Later Dan "If its not your meaning less words~ Its loneliness ~ --Me ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V2 #61 *********************************