From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V2 #63 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 Thursday, March 11 1999 Volume 02 : Number 063 * 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: 'wow' poem [Miles and Prystowsky ] Re: ET: 'wow' poem [Angeljlr98@aol.com] ET: Poems to add to the pile :) [Jason Vierling ] ET: Cities ["Juliane Souza" ] ET: some poems from me, now. [Oblivia15@aol.com] ET: hey there angels... [nicole kline ] Re: ET: Cities [winters ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Tue, 09 Mar 1999 22:30:14 -0800 From: Miles and Prystowsky Subject: ET: 'wow' poem hey angels, I just discovered tonight this amazingly powerful poem by a woman named Rita Dove. It's...well I'll let you read for yourself. Alfonzo Prepares To Go Over The Top (Belleau Woods, 1917) by Rita Dove "A soldier waits until he's called - then moves ass and balls up, over tearing twigs and crushed faces, swinging his bayonet like a pitchfork and thinking anything's better than a trench, ratshit and the tender hairs of chickenweed. A soldier is smoke waiting for wind; he's a long corridor clanging to the back of a house where a child sings in its ruined nursery... and Beauty is the gleam of my eye on this gunstock and my spit drying on the blade of this knife before it warms itself in the gut of a Kraut. Mother, forgive me. Here the leaves? I am already memory." Peace- Sam the ? angel ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 10 Mar 1999 03:05:44 EST From: Angeljlr98@aol.com Subject: Re: ET: 'wow' poem In a message dated 3/9/99 11:35:31 PM, moonsong@ix.netcom.com writes: <> wow, I loved it..it was great...can we say Ani? Jamie ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 10 Mar 1999 03:17:02 -0800 (PST) From: Jason Vierling Subject: ET: Poems to add to the pile :) I have to say that I agree with Sam as to the quality of the poetry seen here of late, it has been exceptional. I found myself compelled to join in and submit some of my own meager writings....some recent...some QUITE old. As always any comments would be most appreciated ..... Take Care, Jason V Arunsun on IRC & ICQ Arnsun on AOL IM - ----------------- Continuity Continuing the work of another man's failure, Framing the walls of my hearts maze, Eyes lashing out for a lack of reflection, While reaching for the mantle of my forfeited self, I find it lighter now, A tighter fit from the arrival of another, I take up the slack of my abandoned task, Seeking to outshine my rival where was once none, Illuminating the way thru my renewed purpose, He sees the steps he would have missed and begins, Continuing the work of another man's failure. - ----------- Sadness Sadness is the drawn out promise of a gift never delivered. - ---------- Stolen Moment I saw a boy, Kiss a girl, Today. Neither hurried, Nor with much skill, Yet bearing, A tender consideration between them, And I waited unsure, Wanting to say hello, As the world ambled by. _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 9 Mar 1999 23:46:08 -0300 From: "Juliane Souza" Subject: ET: Cities Hi angels, Just want to know something from you: Which city in US do you think it's the best city to live? Which is the best: north or south US? Do you think south it's mexican (and/or others cultures) influenced? What is the best place to see/live real American Culture? You can answer me throught the list or just by e-mailing me. Please write. Thanks a lot. Juliane The Lovely Angel ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 10 Mar 1999 14:05:13 EST From: Oblivia15@aol.com Subject: ET: some poems from me, now. Hey everyone.... thought I'd add some of my own poems to all of the wonderful ones I've just read..... Comments are welcome...criticisms or compliments, I don't care... ............................. Delve deep and hold fast. I can't promise that you will like all you see. I'm a catacomb of mystery, even to myself. But each day brings new discoveries, analytical aimlessness, and perhaps an answer. ~JV ............................................... Chicago He came to me last night in my dreams. He touched my face; told me he was going to make all the bad things go away. I curled up beside him and he wound his arms round and round me, his cheek seeking warmth in my nest of hair. The dark one lurked near, watching........... But his brown eyes could never touch our blues. And so we lay on the floor of that room, immersed in familiarity beyond comprehension. And when we woke up, he stood.... pulled back the curtain..... and showed me the city. ~JV ................................................ A single blade of grass lost amongst a tangle of weeds and clover. The dirt-- her foundation..... The sky-- her aspirations.... And the place in between is the place where she stands, bending and waving with the inconstant winds. The lawn, so vast--- if only she could relocate...... ~JV ....................................................... Please Mother, let me slip away let me sleep forever let me find solace where I can let me love a careless man Please Mother, say I have a pretty voice say I wasn't a mistake when I'm speaking, don't close your ears acknowledge wisdom beyond my years Please Mother, tell me I made Daddy proud tell me it's ok to be in love shower me with anecdotes of the past tell me that if I want to, I can make it last Please Mother, I am of your flesh and blood I am powerful with my silences To turn me away would be to turn away yourself. I ask for a mother nothing else........ ~JV .......................................................... Love, hugs and faerie dust, Jackie ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 10 Mar 1999 11:39:34 -0800 (PST) From: nicole kline Subject: ET: hey there angels... i wanted to share some poetry but i am a little shy about it...so i will just share these two, they are really recent ones. Attention Dissatisfication Anti-argumentative My heart beat is a fraction of an inch of a sunbeam And it likes to wait til the moon is out Before it begins to function As a conjunction between my Soul and eyes (the only time I was ever important was that day in your eyes. That day in your eyes and the moon reflected my heart in your soul. The only time I was ever royalty the only time I was ever significant the only time I was ever important. The moon slid in between the slats of your blinds and I begged for you to make me whole again. I lay in shards beside you. you took the glue of your existence and tried to make me whole…but some shards fell beneath your sheets and there they lay. At night sometimes they poke you in the back. Nights when you sleep at home. She won’t sleep over because some shards are splinters; they get caught beneath her skin and gnaw jealously at her heart. That night was the only time I was ever important…you pasted me back together and then hours later brought the mallet down upon my fragile structure. I walk around in pieces now. I walk around in shards [I am a splinter of what I once was]) my eyes are closed they reflect the moon no more 1131am You forecast your foreboding, in miniscule waves of niceties I am engulfed by this love you say you have, By these feelings still so passionate and this Longing to continue intimacy ‘I love you as a friend’ but yet I see it all as the cruel joke it is… you want to keep that vice-like grip on my heart you want me to love you forever so that even in times of sadness when you have no one even in times of usage when you are a pawn somewhere deep inside your closet in a shoebox sits my love and you can conjure it in times of loneliness times of need (but most of all times of selfishness) 232pm i hope you like them. nicole tiny raining angel _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 09 Mar 1999 16:44:36 -0800 From: winters Subject: Re: ET: Cities > Which city in US do you think it's the best city to live? hard to say.america is a country with different cities made for different people. i love savannah, probably one of the best cities i have ever been to (i've seen a lot of the world). new york is alright, but isn't the right place for someone like me to live in. boulder colorado is shockingly amazing. hard to say what is the best. > Which is the best: north or south US? i'm actualy from colorado, the north is amazing. i like the change in climate. but there is a little something special about the south. i think i've grown attached to it, so i think i'm gonna say the south might be the best. > Do you think south it's mexican (and/or others cultures) influenced? the mexican culture doesn't influence florida at all. the cuban and latin american does the most. it makes florida more unique and with better cuban cooking. > What is the best place to see/live real American Culture? real american culture? anywhere in the us. if you go to florida you'd notice the tropics, everglades, heat, humiditiy, cuban influence and the southern influence. that's america. that's america from a floridian point of view. if you went up to someone from seattle they would think where they are is america....america can be viewed in many different ways. kat > ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V2 #63 *********************************