From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V2 #314 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 Wednesday, November 3 1999 Volume 02 : Number 314 * 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 (Ubi Sunte Love?) [Christopher Overholser ] ET: Wind At Night ["FOSTER, ROBERT" ] ET: My new philosophy [AlphaAce99@aol.com] ET: my sequal to the last short story I sent in. [JewelAng@aol.com] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Tue, 02 Nov 1999 01:06:34 -0500 From: Christopher Overholser Subject: ET: Poem (Ubi Sunte Love?) All comments welcome. Note: Ubi Sunte means where have they good old days gone...I think. Ubi Sunte Love? What is love-an illusion or reality; the greatest reward or a tearing fee? Is it a game with cupid's hit and miss or is the poet right, is ignorance bliss? What do I seek, I don't even know; is love my friend or foe? Love has cripple me--I am blasted blind. What hope shall I seek-what hope shall I find? I am oblivious to the present, my future is cast. My time is spent musing and reveling in the past. Looks can sting-looks can kill. I know this all too well as it erodes my will. ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 2 Nov 1999 15:29:15 -0000 From: "FOSTER, ROBERT" Subject: ET: Wind At Night Hi, This is a poem I wrote late Sunday night. There was a real storm that night & for some reason, I was feeling blue and so I started writing this. Any comments are welcome. WIND AT NIGHT I lie alone at night Listening to the wind blow Hearing voices of loves lost & whispered promises of a future that is so uncertain I close my eyes & I get scared All over again. Best wishes, Robert. ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 2 Nov 1999 10:57:59 EST From: AlphaAce99@aol.com Subject: ET: My new philosophy this is who i am, what i say, and what i do. if you like it let it be, and if you don't please do the same. this quote is from Ani Defranco everyone should live life like this sometime in their life. everyone should be proud of you they are, where they came from, what they feel, and what they do. but that is not the way people are. This is not a perfect world. This is a perfectly fucked up world. What can we say to those people who are content being pushed by society in thinking that skinny is beautiful, money buys happiness, every woman needs a man, and if you work hard you will succeed? Any advice will be greatly appreciated. Life is a b movie. it's stupid and it's strange. it's a directionless story and the dialogue is lame. i love life, ace ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 2 Nov 1999 16:42:54 EST From: JewelAng@aol.com Subject: ET: my sequal to the last short story I sent in. Hi Angels, Well this is the sequal I jsut wrote to the first short story I sent in. If you haven't read the first one, and you want to, let me know and I'll send it to you again. Hope you enjoy. Comments would be loved. :) Rebecca Bitter wind whipped outside the door. The icicles hanging on the roof felt as if they were inside your body, chilling you to the core. Every part of Rena's body was numb and frozen, all except her heart. Arden sat across the small cabin reading his book and looking up at her every so often. Rena was so happy that they finally reached Alaska. They had spent the good part of two months in a car driving to Alaska. Even the frigid later November air did almost nothing to dampen their spirits. They sat in silence for several long moments saying nothing; just looking at each other. Arden's voice first broke the silence. "Rena, get on your coat." With that, both Arden and Rena jumped up to get their coats and gloves. They stepped outside into the frigid snow-covered lawn of the tiny cabin. "What are you about, Arden?" "Just come on," he said with an impish smile playing his lips. "Where are we going, Arden?" "You'll see," Arden answered. They started heading back into the woods. "Do you even know where we are going?" "Yes, Rena." Arden grabbed her hand, making her move faster in the cold November air. Finally, when it seemed as if they had been walking for hours, but was only a few minutes, they came upon a large opening. The large opening consisted of a frozen pond and snow-covered spruce trees. The sun across the sky was a brilliant purple with a subtle hint of pink. "Arden, it's beautiful." she murmured. "I know, isn't it?" "How did you ever find this place?" "Chance." he said with a sly smile on his face. "What are you up to, Arden Michael? Don't make me use your last name." She couldn't help the smile from creeping on her face. When Rena peered over at Arden she saw the big smile she loved. She started laughing deep within her belly. A second later Arden joined in with her laughing. Before she knew it, Arden has his arms around her waist. "Isn't Alaska beautiful, Rena?" "Yes it is. I want to thank you for letting me come with you." "There's no need to thank me, Rena," Arden said between kisses he was laying on her neck. His lips moved up to kiss her gently on the lips. "I think we should go back." Once inside the cabin, warm air hit their bodies. Rena walked over to where Arden was talking his coat off. They hung their coats on the rack and headed into the kitchen where Arden began making supper. After finishing their meal and taking care of the dirty dishes, Arden went into the other room to sit in the over stuffed green chair. He called Rena over to him. He patted his knee for her to sit on his lap. He turned her around in his lap so that that he could look into her face. "That was a great supper you made us." Rena said. "Thanks. Oh, I have something for you," Arden said with an impish grin on his face. "What do you have, Arden?" she said, with a just-as-devilish smile. From his pocket Arden pulled a small purple satin pouch. "Will you marry me, Rena?" Rena's lips trembled with surprise as she tried to get the answer off her lips. "I can't Arden." she said with tears in her eyes. "Why?" "Oh Arden, you just couldn't understand." With a bitter smile on his lips he said, "Try me." "Oh Arden, it's just so sudden. I want to be with you, but I just don't know what I want. I do love you. Just because I said no doesn't mean I don't want to be with, alright?" Rena sat looking at Arden's face with a tear rolling down her face. "Hey, hey, Rena it's okay." Arden pulled her tighter to his chest. "Hey hon, lets go to bed, alright?" Rena gave a small nod. ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V2 #314 **********************************