From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #76 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 Saturday, March 4 2000 Volume 03 : Number 076 * 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 V3 #xxx or the like gives readers no clue * as to what your message is about. Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: A little chain letter ["Sam Plant" ] ET: poem blurbs [Seth Fulmer ] ET: Children's Rhymes gone awry(poem) [Seth Fulmer Subject: ET: A little chain letter I must say, chain letters can be annoying. But the one sent by BigBlue should be heeded. Although I agree that people should speak their mind, a noted figure should not go about spouting nonsense to demean and increase hatred towards a group with little sentimental value in the hearts of americans. I take this stand on this chain letter because it is pertinent to me. I don't think a crazy wench with a doctorate should tell me that I am a biological mistake, especially when i KNOW that I can make some form of contribution to this world. Your Lonely Poet of Words, Sam Indefatigable, yet not unconquerable. "Pardon me while i burst... into flames" Incubus "Burnt to the core but not broken" Live "Mend hearts, not prides" Me ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 3 Mar 2000 11:29:42 -0500 (EST) From: Seth Fulmer Subject: ET: poem blurbs Hey people, I dunno what I'm feeling exactly. hehe Those of you who have studied a bit of Psych or even Neuro-Biochemistry will get this...Wanna borrow a few gallons of Seratonin? Anyhow, I love those emails that take famous people's lives(like Helen Keller and Beethoven) and pervert them and ask you if you'd tell their parents to have an abortion because of the sicknesses and problems. I like better descriptive stuff. These are a few poem burps. The last one is more like me doing the Alphabet in a belch lol :) But it's all sorta how I was feeling. I've been quite unstable this morning. If you don't want to receive my poems, let me know, and comments, and all that will be taken but are unnecessary :) Take cares and Have a Great Day!! -Seth =========================== The Battlefield by Seth D. Fulmer 3-3-00 A colorful symphony of discolored satires a beautiful array of skulls characterizing a field of hopelessness empowered by the love of war ============================ Why do Angels cry? by Seth D. Fulmer 3-3-00 An angel seeking clarity amidst a sea of loss The ones on the other side are the ones with whom is fought She runs and jumps and hopes to score She falls on down and breaks her nose Why do angels cry? ============================== The Homeless Friend by Seth D. Fulmer 3-3-00 A love of the innocent the homeless and hopeless The beautiful obsession with the poor and the lonely A lover and dreamer a hoper and denier gets lost in the search for self-righteousness =================================== Pokerhand of a Depressed Lover by Seth D. Fulmer 3-3-00 The search for pure clarity amidst all the insanity and for the will to resist the urges of suicidal threats and alcoholic upsets that come with the love of a woman My what I'd give for a gun or a knife and a hell of a lot of adrenalin The will go just kill and not be repressed would just give me the right kind of life! In everyday quarrels I suck up and deal I end up with a bad pokerhand A 3 of pure hearts, the Queen of Spiked Clubs so that she can beat me over the head senseless I love the next card, it has the Ace of Diamonds Ace is another word for one I will only have one diamond in life, but alas it was chewed up by the Doberman ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 3 Mar 2000 15:06:18 -0500 (EST) From: Seth Fulmer Subject: ET: Children's Rhymes gone awry(poem) I wrote this yesterday before I left work but I didn't have time to send it. I am still feeling bleh, but a bit better. If you don't want this then tell me, and as always comments et al are accepted but not required :) Take care and Have a Great Day! :o) -Seth ================================ Children's Rhymes gone awry by Seth D. Fulmer 3-2-00 There once was a chica named Mary Kay who had a body as sweet as Apple Pie She ran up my calories and gave me diabetes Now I am confessing to Dr. Lovejoy In Heaven, I was an Angel On Earth I lost my wings In Hell I will have ruled the world 24 hours a day All for the love of a woman my dear You are that woman I love With cute curly hair and a dress that makes mermaids drop their jaws in surprise and faint The world is a cracked little jackpot I want to win it all but I just can't It makes me so happy, I want to clap daily Why dear don't you come over more often? I woke up this morning with sorrow Then I looked over through the window There was a girl with fine breasts half naked but getting dressed How I wished I could go over and help her ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 3 Mar 2000 22:04:15 EST From: JewelAng@aol.com Subject: ET: My Horns keeps up my Halo webring Hello, Once again it is time to give a little push to my webring. This one is called "My Horns Keeps up my Halo." This is a saying off my own that I say to people a lot. If you have a creative website (ie, poetry, art, journal, writing, photgraphy) join this website. Please no midi music (drives me crazy), antmatited gifs (keep them to a minium). To find out more info go to the webring website: http://www.angelfire.com/yt/horns Rebecca ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 3 Mar 2000 22:14:13 EST From: JewelAng@aol.com Subject: ET: Laundrymat Session This is the first poem I've written in a while. I just can't seem to write. The only time I seem to be able to write, is when I go to the laundrymat. This is the poem that popped up last night while doing the laundry. Feedback would be LOVED. Rebecca http://nettrash.com/users/majesticramblings "I had a fire on the mountain, but the wind stole it." I do not know your name. I do not know who it is you are. I do not know where it is you dwell. I do not know where you have been, and I do now know where you will go. I do know that I saw you twice. He is the kind of man, we all see. The sort you go out of your way to away from. Your hair may have dirty and your face worn, but I know what some may not... You have a heart. You are still human. I feel like you, sometimes. A little lost, A little dirty, A little homless, A little hopless. Do you still have hope? I will have to ask you next time... ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #76 *********************************