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From: wprovinc@zeus.calpoly.edu (William E. Province)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: A Poem about Rape
Date: 6 Nov 92 00:32:40 GMT
Organization: California Polytechnic State University, San Luis Obispo

In article <0cPkTB1w164w@kryton.UUCP> conrad@kryton.UUCP (Konstatin Kalikanzaros) writes:
>petersm@jacobs.CS.ORST.EDU (Marguerite Petersen) writes:
>
>> Rape
>> 
>> 
>> Help me someone, Help
>> Can't you hear my plea
>> I scream and fight but none to hear
>> I'll have to count on me.
>> 
>> But now I have no strength
>> I'm beaten, must submit
>> One last request I beg of you
>> A condom please, use it.
>> 
>> The worst is over now
>> At least I am alive
>> But now they say they'd far prefer
>> I fought until I died.
>> 
>> Oh Sisters here's our lesson
>> Fight til dying breath.
>> The only proof they will accept
>> Our bloody corpse in death.
>> 
>> Marguerite K.A. Petersen
>> October 22, 1992
>> 
>> -- 
>> *************************************************************************
>> "Insufficient facts always invites danger, Captain."- Spock in Space Seed
>> 	Marg Petersen	petersm@jacobs.cs.orst.edu
>> *************************************************************************
>
>Some times I wish these things didn't have to be beaten into society's heads.
>This poem bears repeating until it resounds from the walls of ewvery courtroom
>in the country.  Perhaps every ROOM in the country!
>conrad
>
   I may agree with the sentiment, but to be honest, I think that
the poem itself needs some help.

   Marguerite :

     I have trouble with this poem because of the sing-song nature
of the rhythm.  Also, there are lines in it that tend towards the
cliche'.  In particular, in the third stanza, you write :

        
>> 
>> The worst is over now
>> At least I am alive
>> But now they say they'd far prefer
>> I fought until I died.
>> 

    I have already read this stanza, Marguerite.  You did not have
to write it; I know it; I understand it.  You state the obvious here,
Marguerite.

    I'm making you angry, aren't I?  That's good.  You need anger.
Your poem doesn't have enough of it.  Dammit, in order to share
your anger, I have to feel it; I have to struggle with you against
the bastard that's doing the assault.  I have to see the
sneers of the self-righteous thick-skulled idiots with their 
oh-so-petty concerns.  If you're angry at these people, I have to
see their arrogance like blood, and Marguerite, I can't see any of 
that in your poem!


(Please understand that when I say 'you', I am referring to the person 
speaking in the poem.  I do not automatically assume that you are writing 
this from personal experience.  If you are, you have my sincerest 
condolences.)

    There are a couple of good moments in your poem.  The last line
of the second stanza shows a strong sense of irony.  Unfortunately
though, with the sing-song rhythm, and without the context of your
anger, that line made me laugh.  

    I don't want to laugh at your work, Marguerite; you have
too much to say.

     -- bill
From: petersm@jacobs.CS.ORST.EDU (Marguerite Petersen)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: Advice:  A Love Sonnet
Date: 13 Nov 92 12:44:52 GMT
Article-I.D.: leela.1992Nov13.124452.24031
Organization: Computer Science Outreach Services - Oregon State University

In article <1992Nov12.160018.8086@midway.uchicago.edu> moh2@midway.uchicago.edu writes:
>Kate, Postie?  Anyone really?
>
>Do us a favor and post the rhyme scheme for Shakespearean and
>Petrarchan?
>And isn't there one more?
>
>I find that my English major skills are sadly failing...
>
>Mary Anne, who remembers iambic pentameter, the natural rhythm of
>English, but no more.

When I saw your request, I just couldn't resist!  And just because of my
sitting down and immediately composing the following, my poor family got
dinner *very* late.  :-)

I have completely forgotten the rhyme scheme for Petrarchan Sonnets but
since Shakespearean Sonnets are my particular hobby, here is one.  

     ANSWER TO KATERI

Kateri asks a favor of us all
If we would take the trouble and the time
Request at first is seemingly quite small
Compare Shakespearean, Petrarchan rhyme

But being one who has enduring skill
For making harder all that I perceive
I take upon myself this task and will
Provide an answer in the form I weave.

Now there are some despising both, I know
They claim the structure stiltifies, you see
But this is how my words do sometimes flow
And so this form seems natural to me  

     Lest there be those who cannot hide a smirk
     Please rest assured, this really isn't work!


November 12, 1992
Kathleen O'Toole


-- 
*************************************************************************
"Insufficient facts always invites danger, Captain."- Spock in Space Seed
	Marg Petersen	petersm@jacobs.cs.orst.edu
*************************************************************************
From: benge_kl@lrc.edu
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Signature
Date: 6 Nov 92 14:58:08 EST
Organization: Lenoir-Rhyne College, Hickory, NC


Signature
=========

KLeB the NoMad (at least no yet)
I wander the face of the Earth
Searching for The Finish Line
Seeking peace.

My God is a secret
Everyone keeps.

My fears are the secrets
You keep from yourselves.

Let me tell you 
Of this man's truth:
Visions are real,
Excellence isn't.
!
						KLeB the NoMad
From: dhami@cs.ubc.ca (Mandeep S Dhami)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: A Snoopy Hack ...
Date: 7 Nov 1992 15:47:24 -0800
Organization: Computer Science, University of B.C., Vancouver, B.C., Canada
NNTP-Posting-Host: valhalla.cs.ubc.ca
Summary: poem
Keywords: snoopy, hacking, email


Intro:
  Snoopy has been given an unprintable (* and vowel-less *) login name
  by the heartless sys. admin. (a pitbull, ofcourse). He detests email
  using THAT as HIS name ... So he hacks and cracks the system security.
  In his own words:

             Snoopy Hacks
             ------------

    On a night - dark, wet and black
    Without a fright, I went on attack
    I knew, the security I had to crack
    Nothing new, but I had to hack
    
    Using tricks byzantine
    With the mind of a canine
    I was able, to compromise
    all the demons - before sunrise!
    
    You ask, why spend all this time,
    Without being paid a single dime?
    No, not for fame, nor for philanthropy,
    Just for a name on an email as Snoopy.

                    By
                       The Red Baron
                       (no, not a moron,
                       I just have to rhyme,
                       all the time!)


C&C welcome
Mandeep

(c) Mandeep S Dhami
__________________________________________________________________
"I'm very brave generally," he went on in a low voice:
"only to-day I happen to have a headache."
                                      -- Lewis Carroll
__________________________________________________________________
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From: ralph@wixer.cactus.org (Ralph Cherubini)
Subject: Poem--She worries
Organization: Real/Time Communications
Date: Mon, 9 Nov 92 16:34:34 GMT


                                She worries

                She worries that she will
                be unable to write
                next time?
                sometime
                as if she is responsible
                this
                heightened sense of her own importance
                source of bad trips
                swimming in the ocean
                too
                requires acceptance of something bigger
                oh
                and I read in the newspaper the other day:
                The next time you fall into quicksand
                don't struggle--
                the human body is less dense than the sand
                so you will float
                if you surrender.



-- 
ralph@wixer.cactus.org
cactus.org!wixer!ralph
From: jtrue@acpub.duke.edu (john)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: My pain has a name
Date: 10 Nov 92 16:02:02 GMT
Article-I.D.: news.6877
Organization: .
X-UserAgent: Nuntius v1.1.1d12
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X-XXDate: Tue, 10 Nov 92 16:02:34 GMT

In article <1992Nov10.070116.9294@iccgcc.decnet.ab.com> Rolling Thunder,
block@iccgcc.decnet.ab.com writes:
>My pain has a name
>
>She said it was over, that our love was through
>...

I thought it was Batman.

-jtrue
From: donz@ui.org (Don Zirilli)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: conversation
Date: 6 Nov 92 22:07:05 GMT
Organization: UNIX International, Parsippany, NJ

Cafe Conversation


Talking to you is like coaxing ink
from a ballpoint pen.
We circle for a while and scribble;
finally I see something,

but I'm coughing--idea pollution
ruining a well-lit morning
when God had cleaned the overhead
and replaced the noisy bulb fluorescent.

I ask the waitress for a drink
but water is eighty five cents
and Martinis unmentionable,
so I consign myself to choke on you--

not such a bad thing, really,
rather akin to smothering in strawberries
or impaling oneself on sugar cane.
Just some coffee, thanks.  No lumps.


Posthumous O'Toole
11-6-92
-- 
nobody/not even the rain/              	/	   /      /  /    
 /   /   /     /   /   / /     /       /    /    // /    /  /         /    
/     / / /   /   /     /   / /    / /   / / /  /  /   /      /      /
   / /   /   /	/	 / /      //    /   / /     / /      / / / 
From: daq@hpfcso.FC.HP.COM (Doug Quarnstrom)
Date: Fri, 6 Nov 1992 23:00:00 GMT
Subject: Re: For the Prophet Re: For The Douglas, The Prophet speaks...
Organization: Hewlett-Packard, Fort Collins, CO, USA
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems

In rec.arts.poems, sheilah@wam.umd.edu (Sheila Herndon) writes:

> 
> 
> 
> 
> Please ask Joe if I may steal his work about pajamas and old communist
> dictators.

Oh, to be amongst the numinous who have spoken to the noumena,
this is the goal of all life.

> 
>alternatively, I will accept every occurance of blue and blue only.

Any variation?  Cobalt, Cerulean, Indigo, Prussian?

> 
> but if it makes him happy I will take yellow too. Now that I think
> about it, give Joe some yellow flowers and damp tricycle pedals
> say nevermind about the poetry, 

Never ever mind about the poetry.  I hope you do not mind that I
borrowed that phrase.  Never mind.


> and wish him breath thoughtabout over
> and over at just the right temperature.

Our brave Sheila is an expert at thinking the right temperature.
It is a little exigent for her, however, I think.

> Tell him that sometimes if he stands
> close to someone and moves his arms near, he can feel heat that makes
> the tips of his arms rejoice. Hallelujah.

Yes, but the heat must never be groped; it is willing to consort
with the arms but will not suffer to be grasped.  The tingling
of the temperate rejoicing must suffice, despite its temptation
to take more.

You know, it just occurs to me that this very body that I use
to go about my existence and my interests was not my idea nor
my creation.  I am stealing being and not granting the
credit to my mommy and daddy...oh, the shame.

doug
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From: ralph@wixer.cactus.org (Ralph Cherubini)
Subject: Poem--Certainly true
Organization: Real/Time Communications
Date: Sat, 7 Nov 92 13:01:22 GMT


                               Certainly true

                It is certainly true
                what you say
                perhaps not now
                not for me
                but what you say
                applies absolutely
                sometime
                somewhere
                for someone.




-- 
ralph@wixer.cactus.org
cactus.org!wixer!ralph
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From: jessop@ljohub.enet.dec.com (Class Dinosauria)
Subject: Porcelain...
Reply-To: jessop@ljohub.enet.dec.com (Class Dinosauria)
Organization: Digital Equipment Corporation
Date: Thu, 12 Nov 1992 18:02:19 GMT


	Porcelain...

	Powder soft skin, China's finest silk,
	Brown on whites as bright as milk,
	Sweet red, so full, so soft, so good,
	Afraid to taste such tender ilk.

				msj
From: donz@ui.org (Posthumous O'Toole)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: Punctuation?
Date: 6 Nov 92 14:11:29 GMT
Organization: UNIX International, Parsippany, NJ

In article <1992Nov5.163259.15532@doug.cae.wisc.edu> mccullou@cae.wisc.edu (Mark McCullough) writes:
>I know that many people who I have done C&C for on poetry will jump on
>me for asking, but does anyone have any thoughts as to the value of
>punctuation in poetry?  I got into a mild argument with some people 
>(nothing new for me I know), who seemed to think that punctuation isn't
>really needed at all.  I hold to the belief that it really helps the
>poem to have proper punctuation, but can anyone argue the other side?
>Or some alternate viewpoint?  Lets not hold ourselves to two valued
>logic here.
>:)M^2


Punctuation is a tool of our language.  You don't need this tool to write
poetry.  Personally, I think the more tools a poet has, the better off he
is.  If a poet understands punctuation well, he will know just how to use
it or not use it for proper effect.  Another tool is grammar.  Another tool
is spelling.  Another tool is understanding foreign languages.  Another
tool is symbolism (of course, there are many different symbolisms--the
more, the merrier).  All these tools are optional, and it is impossible for
humble Man to master all of them, but mastering some of them would be nice.
(dear me, I forgot rhyme and meter!)

Yours,

Posthumous O'Toole, Defender of the Realm
-- 
nobody/not even the rain/              	/	   /      /  /    
 /   /   /     /   /   / /     /       /    /    // /    /  /         /    
/     / / /   /   /     /   / /    / /   / / /  /  /   /      /      /
   / /   /   /	/	 / /      //    /   / /     / /      / / / 
From: daq@hpfcso.FC.HP.COM (Doug Quarnstrom)
Date: Fri, 6 Nov 1992 19:16:28 GMT
Subject: Re: Poem - Entropy
Organization: Hewlett-Packard, Fort Collins, CO, USA
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems

In rec.arts.poems, mcsbc3maw@dct.ac.uk writes:

> 
> 
> 
> 
> 				Entropy
> 				-------
> 
> 
> 
> 
> 

Good poem.

Of course Phillip N. will be obligated to point out that
you just plagiarized me.

I forgive ya'.

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From: steinse@eng.auburn.edu (Scott E. Steinbrink)
Subject: Re: Peter Horn: An Axe in the Ice, published
Reply-To: steinse@eng.auburn.edu
Organization: Auburn University Engineering
Date: Mon, 9 Nov 1992 18:06:08 GMT

	Dear Peter,

	Thank you so much for wasting bandwidth with your shameless self-promoting.

						Sincerely,
						Scott Steinbrink
From: jessop@ljohub.enet.dec.com (Class Dinosauria)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Tear...
Date: 5 Nov 92 22:32:57 GMT
Article-I.D.: rdg.1992Nov5.223257.20052
Reply-To: jessop@ljohub.enet.dec.com (Class Dinosauria)
Organization: Digital Equipment Corporation


	Tear...  (Don't Cry...)

	Crystal pure in water sweet,
	Solution is a simple feat,
	Dancing light in liquid sphere,
	Who would ever dream, a tear?

	How could beauty represent
	Man's greatest fear, woeful vent?
	Stomach nervous, knotted, queer,
	Who would ever dream, a tear?

			msj
From: beh@kropotkin.gnu.ai.mit.edu (various Howellses)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: things which must be said
Date: 9 Nov 92 08:02:37
Organization: Internet access via the Free Software Foundation
Distribution: world
NNTP-Posting-Host: kropotkin.gnu.ai.mit.edu



There are things which must be said
much like the things which might have been said
but different,
as they burn their way through my stomach,
through my body,
needing release from their webbed darknesses.

Somehow, however, there are no words,
miraculously, no words, and the things which
should be said
fall to rest on the floor of dreams.

I dreamed last night, and said the 
things which should be said,
over and over and over again,
until cleansed of the hatred and fear
but
it is morning, and light streams through
the windows
where darkness had, till now,
pressed her wings,
and I, I am silent, still,
holding the things which need to be
spoken.

--Nancy Howells
(beh@gnu.ai.mit.edu, though I wish I weren't)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: frank@IASTATE.EDU (Frank A Poduska)
Subject: Re: Punctuation?
Reply-To: frank@IASTATE.EDU (Frank A Poduska)
Organization: Iowa State University
Date: Thu, 12 Nov 1992 15:16:49 GMT

Sometimes you want punctuation, sometimes you don't.
The whole point of the following may just be the absense
of the usual punctuation after chronology.


                  Calendar

 I learned long ago not to question too closely
 the meaning of intimate marks that you made -

    the dots,

        the dashes,

            the red stars and slashes
 detailing your private chronology

 I think that a woman invented time keeping
 and named all the numbers up to thirty one.


--
Frank Poduska                 frank@iastate.edu
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: jondarr@macadam.mpce.mq.edu.au (jondarr c g h 2 gibb)
Subject: Genevieve
Organization: Macquarie University, Australia.
Date: Fri, 13 Nov 1992 02:54:01 GMT

It's been quite a while since I posted anything, so ....
C&C&C if I care.


        Genevieve

Here in the half-light I see her standing there
Like yesterday, her lightly honeyed hair
Still straining to be free and she still looks at me
With sorrowed eyes, though her face is lovely,
So captured in memory and ever fair.

I'll not be content while that image can hold me,
The vows that we made and the words that she told me
Are all that I cling to, and all I can do
Is reflected through mirrors of love that we knew,
Ever cold, now I don't have her arms to enfold me.

As I talk to the image, cruel trick of the light
That will haunt me and taunt me through each lonely night,
I profess 'tis not I who had let our love die
But she claims she can't hear and I let the thought lie,
As she cries silver tears down her angel-wings, white.

The shadows encroach from the edge of the room,
As my eyes grow accustomed to darkness and gloom
I can see how she fades with the half-lights and shades
And it comes to the end of her eth'real tirade
But her last tender words only echo my doom.

"Always love, never leave, softly mourn, do not grieve,
For you cannot retrieve what was lost." Genevieve.



                    
              Anyway the wind blows ...
                                                //\         /\\
                             /                 || * \ . . / * ||
               .  _   _   _/  _   _  _          \\____\X/____//
              / /_/ / / /_/ /-/ /  /             / *  /O\  * \
          ._/                                    \__/  "  \__/

jondarr@macadam.mpce.mq.edu.au  (137.111.216.12)
jondarr@mpce.mq.edu.au
jondarr@macgraw.mpce.mq.edu.au

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From: ali@simdiv1.mentorg.com (Aliasgar Haveliwala)
Subject: Urdu Ignorance
Originator: ali@simdiv1
Date: Mon, 09 Nov 1992 20:54:46 GMT
Organization: Mentor Graphics Corporation; Beaverton, Oregon
Keywords: 
Followup-To: 

>>  (Cecil Williams) writes the epic, first ever posted Urdu poem:
>> 
>> >    There once was a man from Urdu,
>> >    who had something bad on his shoe,
>> >      so he went to his yard,
>> >      and he shuffled real hard,
>> >    And tried to wipe off all the...
>> >
>> >No, maybe not. 


	How about this for the world of ignorants

		There once was a man from English (ha ha ha)
		who had something bad on his shoe
		so he went to his yard
		and he shuffled real hard
		And tried to EAT off all the .....

ALi

-- 
___________________________________________________________________________
Ali Haveliwala					  ali_haveliwala@mentorg.com	
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: sabbott@nmsu.edu (SDA)
Subject: Re: A.F.L.P.
Organization: WHorshipers of Lady LibertY (WHoLLY)
Date: Sat, 7 Nov 1992 00:33:01 GMT


daq@hpfcso.FC.HP.COM (Doug Quarnstrom) writes:
>
>	   We Don't Need No Fucking Love Poems.
>	   -----------------------------------
>
>   Departing with love,
>   as you did, you know,
>   left me feeling ethnically cleansed.
	:
	:
	:
>
>
>   You You You You You You
>   Memememememe
>
>   Good GOD!
>
>   doug


		Bitterness Haiku
	----------------------------------------

suppurating soul
acrimonious adbverbs
fuck off world (tm)
--

"when marriage is outlawed, only outlaws will have in-laws"  -R.A. Wilson

	\\\\\sean/////
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From: alk4@ellis.uchicago.edu (Alex L. Karan)
Subject: Maybe Blue
Reply-To: alk4@midway.uchicago.edu
Organization: University of Chicago Computing Organizations
Date: Sat, 14 Nov 1992 02:12:04 GMT

Hi ho folks.....


Maybe Blue
----------



Maybe blue,
a ballpoint glance
from across the room

draws a crowd
of self portraits;
an ink stained guess.

He bites into the tip
of his pen,
walks away blue tongued,
looking for a place to spit.

His eyes scratch
gouges in the sidewalk.




Alex L. Karan

Again, if this does anything for you (if you even bothered to read it)
let me know.  OR don't.  Just live.

hiho...
From: beh@kropotkin.gnu.ai.mit.edu (various Howellses)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: I went to the river
Date: 11 Nov 92 13:27:56 GMT
Organization: Internet access via the Free Software Foundation
NNTP-Posting-Host: kropotkin.gnu.ai.mit.edu


I went to the river with my love
in May, in the place where my heart was broken
I went to the river with my love.

He touched me, in the open,
unashamed, and kissed me,
in the presence of the people
who were there.

I went to the river with my love,
when the dusk grew longer, and the 
light began to fade;
shades of amethyst,
ruby, citrine,
sky jewels replaced by glittering diamonds
of stars.

I went to the river with my love,
where the trout swam under the footbridges,
and the green grass sloped in curved hills
to the shores.

We went to the river to find ourselves,
with the moon rising, and the chill of spring,
and the scent of pink flowers spreading in the night,
jasmine perfume wrapped around my wrists,
pink dress spread about my knees,
and he kissed me,
he kissed me.

--Nancy Leinonen
(yes, it's Howells now, but that was a Leinonen poem)
(beh@gnu.ai.mit.edu -- I'm sharing with my hubby)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: sex was a dream
From: the sad girl
Date: 11 Nov 92 15:56:31 -0600
Followup-To: rec.arts.poems
Distribution: world

SEX was a dream,
But now it is a faded
NIGHTMARE.
I want to puke and pour out
My TROUBLED feelings.
But what is the point?

I want to become a nun,
And be free from this
3-letter word.
Unless, of course, it is an
Inquiry of my gender.

--aew--
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From: sheilah@wam.umd.edu (Sheila Herndon)
Subject: Re: Adrienne Rich
Organization: University of Maryland, College Park
Date: Tue, 10 Nov 1992 15:10:28 GMT


I wrote:
>I like to read it first as a woman talking to her husband. Then as a husband
>not talking outloud but worrying in his mind to his wife. Then I like to
>change you around a lot, and say it is all of humanity, the husband or his
>wife, the speaker is married to humanity, or to the bomb. and so on.




I also read it as a man talking to his male friend. I forgot to add.
Or a man talking to himself.
-- 
I am always wrong. Don't believe me ever.
stark raving sane  sheilah@wam.umd.edu
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From: lionel@cs.city.ac.uk (Lionel Tun)
Subject: Re: A couple of questions if you don't mind
Organization: City University, London
Date: Wed, 11 Nov 92 19:20:05 GMT

lionel@cs.city.ac.uk (Lionel Tun) writes:
>I'm not sure if this is the right group to ask, but I have
>a couple of questions:
>1. From which play does the phrase 'though this be madness,
>   yet there is method in't` come?
>2. 'A host, of golden daffodils` comes from which
>   Wordswoth poem?
>3. Did T.S. Eliot write 'The Wasteland`?
>Thanks
>   

Ooops. Just after I posted this I found rec.arts.books.
Sorry.

--
Lionel Tun   (lionel@cs.city.ac.uk)
Vision Group, City University, London, EC1V 0HB. 071-477 8000 x 3889
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