From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #109 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, April 1 2000 Volume 03 : Number 109 * 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: I see now(poem) ["Seth D. Fulmer" ] ET: New EDA thought Member:) Need your thoughts [Spenser68@aol.com] ET: me [kara garbe ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Thu, 30 Mar 2000 11:46:38 -0500 From: "Seth D. Fulmer" Subject: ET: I see now(poem) Hey everyone, This is sorta just a wild thought spree, I saw someone post about fireflies and thought about how free I feel now. I don't know why but I just feel free. I still have stress. Last night I had Reiki done to me at my pagan group meeting where they pass energy through your body and supposedly either fix physical problems or mental "issues"(best term for it) you have. I think/hope that is it. LOL Julie(the married one I sorta liked but was giving a chance) was the practictioner who gave me it and said I was fidgety. Anyhow, like this is my happy, cheerful poem for now. Maybe I can write a truly happy spring poem soon. This I view sorta as an improvement though. :) If you don't want my poetry, just tell me and I won't send it to you. Comments, Questions, and the like are welcome but not required. Take cares and Have a Great Day!! :o) -Seth ======================================== I see now by Seth D. Fulmer 3-31-00 How little I see of the fireflies anymore I am talking on the phone all the time to you The springtime is grand when I take my day walks I wonder what they're like when I walk out at night Now that we're broken up I can spend more time elsewhere I went to the museum today and saw the lovely beauties This time I speak though of art, not of women of the truest beauty of all of paintings and of sculptures Last night I read poetry at a coffee house mic night A lovely girl winked at me and even touched my knee I thought of you for an instant then I said "Forget it She's already forgotten me Don't let her get you down" The world is quite beautiful now I never quite believed it The flowers in the springtime The morning air and breeze The sound of my heart beat not rhyming with N'Sync The right Music and poetry or even a good night sleep ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 31 Mar 2000 13:03:27 EST From: Spenser68@aol.com Subject: ET: New EDA thought Member:) Need your thoughts HI everybody! It's me Spenser from"NorthProw" anyway wanted to share the lryics of a new song I wrote and figured I'd have my EDA pals see it first. anyway tell me what you think.. be honest (it's the only way to be):) Peace...SP There are somethings That remind me Wood frames and glass Memories of good things Near and past Time travel made easy At one simple glance The time we make For yourself and your own Making green pastures our permanent home Times like these Are an attainable wish Innocent as a breeze, simple as a kiss Corus: Don't waste a home In my home Dont waste a home In my home Don't waste a home In my home Track housing....cheap Townhouses....square Richmen and slumlords Do they even care? The ground underfoot Breath's life into us Shadow's of ourselves, drawn in the dust Be one with mother nature It's called human nature So do me this favor Experiance her flavor's.....and Repeat corus: ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 31 Mar 2000 21:39:20 -0500 (Eastern Standard Time) From: kara garbe Subject: ET: me remember long ago when tara gave us an inventory of herself? well here's one in the same vein that i wrote for my poetry class when we had to write a poem that gave thirteen views of a single thing. hope you like it. Thirteen Views of Myself I I have been to four funerals, or more (I don't really want to count) And never a wedding. II Nothing comforts me more than The sound of a football game on tv, The wind shaking leaves on a tree, Or another person's heartbeat in my ear. III I want to be a writer, But that's not enough. I want to make a difference, But nothing is enough. IV Once, snorkeling in the Caribbean, I saw a coral reef and thought, This world cannot be an accident. V I have been in love And in pain. I am still insecure And intimidated, and always Innocent. VI When I was six or seven, I ate too much chocolate And started banging my head into walls. My cat used to do the same thing But not because of chocolate. VII I can find happiness anywhere If I am content with myself. VIII I have no regrets. IX I talk to trees Because I think they feel neglected. X Religious experiences occur When I listen to music, Or talk to those I love, Or sit quietly outside Feeling the air dance around my body. XI I used to play the harp, One of many things I have given up. XII I am afraid that I Will never learn to write, Am searching for something that cannot be sought, Am losing a soulmate In every person who walks by. XIII I can only dream that I Will make the world better By having been here, to dream, In the first place. ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #109 **********************************