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From: marek@casbah.acns.nwu.edu (Marek Lugowski)
Subject: for stv@unislc.slc.unisys.com (mail bounces)
Organization: Northwestern University, Evanston Illinois.
Distribution: usa
Date: Thu, 7 Jan 1993 15:58:55 GMT

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--- my reply:

Sure thing, but I'm wary of hosts that give up the ghost.
To mail, perchance to reach...

				-- Marek
From: snorthc@relay.nswc.navy.mil (Stephen Northcutt - K31)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: kayak poems review (add your own on any watercraft) / Marek
Date: 12 Jan 93 15:55:06 GMT
Reply-To: snorthc@relay.nswc.navy.mil
Organization: Naval Surface Warfare Center

Marek Lugowski writes:
>Yes, I am advocating no less than full confessional kayaking poetry. 
 
Warning!!!! First time poster, be gentle with me :-)

Forward: 10 years back, I was a raft guide as summer employment, I
paddled a covered canoe called a C1.  While camping on the banks of
the Potomac near Harpers Ferry, I got a case of poison ivy which settled
on my knees.  I had to lead a trip in Penn. on the Youghigheny the next
day, but wasn't able to get in my C1 since that requires a kneeling
position.  A friend offered to loan me her kayak.  Being young and
arrogant I *knew* I could paddle anything, so I borrowed it.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++


White Water Eve

The mist hangs above the river
softens sharp rock images
hiding the waves, merrily dropping

We wait to put our group on the water
rafts drag, slid, and bump past us
thudding down the hill into the fog

One girl stands out, tall and bright
a leader of the raft parade
"I want that one" I say to another guide

Ask and ye shall receive don't you know
just paddle out, claim what is yours
yet be careful what you ask for

Afloat at last, dancing in the rapids
kayak racing, twin blades splashing
catching the ponderous rafts, I tip over

As I plunge head first in the cold bubbles
I realize in my haste to catch the girl
I had forgotten I didn't know how to kayak

Fumbling in the swirling water, my blade
lifts high into the air and crashes down
lifting my head for a hasty gulp of air

I see her for the second I'm up, gasp help 
and fall back into the foam thinking to myself
that first impressions are so important

safe and Saved, the girl and I are married
guiding a family, not a rafting group
we paddle canoes! The kayak rests in pieces

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Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: jeeves@leland.Stanford.EDU (Jeevani Karunatillake)
Subject: Written in the Tub...
Organization: DSG, Stanford University, CA 94305, USA
Date: Thu, 7 Jan 93 23:55:16 GMT

Hi, I'm an amature here. This is one of my first attempts.
Please send comments to jeeves@cardinal.stanford.edu


Who,
Wet this cake of soap?
I held it so firmly in my hand
A moment ago 
And bathed in its fragrance.
Now it wants to slip away
Through my fingers
Like time.
Shall I grab it
And hold it tight?

Fool,
See me escape your grip
Faster than ever.
never
Wanted to be a prisoner
Even a prioner of a love 
That grips too tight.
Let me go my way,
I will leave my fragrance behind
To last for a while.


Jeevani.


Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: gj156879@alfred.carleton.ca ( gj student 156879)
Subject: Re: Poem from a 10 year old... not the same old thing
Organization: Carleton University
Distribution: na
Date: Wed, 6 Jan 1993 23:16:44 GMT

Why is it I find kiddy poetry much more interesting than most of the
stuff posted in here by adults?
 
(Although I've had my poetry called "childlike", in a good way, I
think!)   Winter Vacation is damned neat.  Please pass on my praise to
Shawn Jacobson.

 
                                        Nik
From: tpl@eng.cam.ac.uk (Tim Love)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Beijing Zoo
Date: 10 Jan 93 19:08:42 GMT
Organization: cam.eng

Beijing Zoo

Extrance is free, except to foreigners. You worked there
as a student watching white mice make love.
It made your later politics a science. Only astrologers 
dared oppose you. On the streets red, the party's color, 
meant GO not STOP. Overnight. When everyone clapped 
the birds couldn't settle. They died of fatigue 
and Beijing was clean and quiet at dawn.
In the West we electrify cathedral ledges and kings' crowns.
We send frogspawn into orbit, little eyeballs 
that can read the headlines over your shoulder:
"Massacre in Tianamen Square". We watch students
smash little (Zhia) bottles (Ping) from their bedroom windows
because you couldn't jail them for it (they tidied up after
and apologised to street cleaners). But elephants never forget 
that they're scared of mice, though they live to a great age. 
Their ears get bigger and bigger.




Tim Love Jan 1993
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: sara@news.rn.com (Sara Gordon)
Subject: Disinfection
Summary: snake pit victim recovers from pc virus
Keywords: hackers descent madness
Organization: Gator Communications - Feeds-R-Us 219-289-3745 
Date: Mon, 11 Jan 1993 19:28:31 GMT



in your socks
is where i sigh for you
i sigh for you
in your socks
 
i cypher you
i cypher you
 
in green shirt i long for you
those times he turned
the other
way i turned the other cheek way
no way
yes, way
way, look away
 
look away dixie land
 
and way cried
held in our arms
never seeing half coup
let alone half cup
never knowing, senseing sensei sin sigh-ing
the tide
 
oh little mr. cant be wrong
i miss your words
scientific song
and tripping over you not once but twice
thinking
thinking thinking
 
ice
 
no small solace
just small soul less
less solstice the solstice of our non commit
no giardino, no sweeping, no floors
just lament
the aura
theora
the old gone, the new
the trifles, the truffles, gone grey
enter blue
should there be surprise
in gardens gone faired
be it in eyes
properly prepared
 
pre paired.
 
come quickly but slowly
a step at a time
come beaches and speaches
for gotten the whine
of time not so wasted
abided but sweet
come sit by the fire,
come lit their defeat
yet properly fathomed
and properly fitted
like second hand sock clocks
and souls to be knitted
 
 

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From: bu016@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Zita Marie Evensen)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: bonsai   / z.
Date: 5 Jan 1993 14:41:03 GMT
Organization: Case Western Reserve University, Cleveland, OH (USA)
Reply-To: bu016@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Zita Marie Evensen)
NNTP-Posting-Host: hela.ins.cwru.edu


         
         bonsai

in my garden ... in tamed wildness
are bonsai trees ... to share
my dandelion puff-ball thoughts
and spider-web dreams,
as i shape and train 
and bend and care.

their beauty grew
with each curve
of trunk and branch
and shade of leaf.

an aura of fragile peace,
subtle elegance, kind patience,
studied discipline
pervades
in this green sphere.

then ...
my micro-Eden shatters
as if a multi-colored soap bubble
touched a blade of grass
in the sunlight.

hello!
calls out a neighbor ...
whilst standing in her exactly-so
manicured garden
behind a wrought-iron security fence.
look, what i bought!
bonsai trees ... on sale!
right now!
half-price!

             ***

zita maria evensen
c1992, aug 5th
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.. space is not a measure of distance ...
                                           --- st exupery
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From: paleblue@byron.u.washington.edu ()
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Cheerier
Date: 12 Jan 1993 17:17:36 GMT
Organization: University of Washington, Seattle
NNTP-Posting-Host: byron.u.washington.edu


Here is a much cheerier poem for Andrea.  :)


Chicken

I throw the chicken in the marinade and watch it sizzle.
I throw a snowball at your face and watch it dribble.
I throw a smile at your eyes and feel it tingle.

-Hermes
January 12, 1993

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Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: gj156879@alfred.carleton.ca ( gj student 156879)
Subject: My life gets complicated
Organization: Carleton University
Date: Mon, 11 Jan 1993 15:18:07 GMT

My Life Gets Complicated
------------------------

How can you express a feeling properly
While you are feeling it?
We tend to wallow in our words,
rolling in our emotions like
a pig in shit.

I don't want to bore you.
How many people have read this far?

What do you do when what you feel inside
and what you believe inside
conflicts with what you find yourself doing?

Like some bad psych experiment:
"Write an essay on something you hate,
Now tell me what you feel."

I don't hate it anymore, responds
the proper little test tube 1st year student.

This is   not  a poem.
This is   NOT  a poem.
This is  *NOT* a poem.

Ever have one of those weeks
where you just want to take the whole world
and squeeze it
until the blood pours through 
your fingers?

                                                                             
                              Nik
                              Not a happy camper today, folks.
From: gj156879@alfred.carleton.ca ( gj student 156879)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Poetry Acolyte -a poem
Date: 7 Jan 93 16:47:08 GMT
Organization: Carleton University

Poetry Acolyte
--------------
 
I have gone up a level.
I am no longer a beginner.
I am a poetry acolyte.

How did this happen?
What made me go up one?

It's a secret.

But I'll tell you this:

It wasn't easy,
being green.




                                        Nik gets SMARMY.
                                                  Nik
                       All serious poetry deserves comments.
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: n9040513@henson.cc.wwu.edu (Andrea Aldridge)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems,rec.pets.cats
Subject: Data's "Ode to Spot"
Date: 12 Jan 93 03:38:07 GMT
Article-I.D.: henson.1993Jan12.033807.26348
Organization: Western Washington University

Yaya for posting it. Just a small change to the punctuation:

>Felus catus.  Is your taxonomic nomenclature 
>an endothermic quadruped, carnivorous by nature?

This is actually:

"Felis Cattus" is your taxonomic nomenclature,
An endothermic quadruped, carnivorous by nature.

He's naming it, not asking it.
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Xref: sparky rec.arts.poems:13437 rec.humor:37520
From: lynns@informix.com (Lynn Schneider)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems,rec.humor
Subject: Re: More Damned Roses Stuff
Keywords: Roses, red, violets, mauve
Date: 7 Jan 93 00:09:14 GMT
Organization: Informix Software, Inc.

It's been a long time since I've even read this wonderfully esoteric
newsgroup, and I can't resist a pun, so here are my contributions
to Roses are Red:

Roses are red, violets are blue
Something smells bad
P-U!

Roses are red, violets are blue
Sugar is sweet
and rots your teeth.

Your Roses were red
Now you're gone and I'm blue
Sugar, you were so sweet
I really miss you!

Roses are red
Close your mouth when you chew
The food's falling out
Ewwwwwwwww!

and finally:

Roses are red
But really, who cares?
I think I'll go shopping
There's more for your life at Sears.



OK, please don't flame me. I'm just in a silly mood today. :-o
From: hz225wu@unidui.uni-duisburg.de (Micaela Pantke)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: A Song from Stayka: REMEMBRANCE
Date: 7 Jan 1993 10:57:21 +0100
Organization: University of Duisburg
Reply-To: hz225wu@unidui.UUCP (Micaela "Stayka" Pantke)
NNTP-Posting-Host: unidui.uni-duisburg.de
Keywords: A try...

I just discovered this group, and now I'm curious what YOU think about
my song(s)... Normally I only post in alt.pagan, but maybe this group
would also be interested in my poetry...

Please note that I'm no native English speaker, but I'm trying to
write in English nonetheless... Enjoy!

----------------------------- CUT HERE -------------------------------

REMEMBRANCE
-----------
by Stayka deyAvemta
(c) 1991

I close my eyes, I cross the door
They stand around, some of them cry
I feel so light, there's pain no more
Don't look so sad, I'm flying high!

There in my path, a shimmering light
Welcome, they say, you've come at last
The world before me shines so bright
The one left behind dissolves so fast

Remembrance - Remembrance
I'm on the other side; I dance
I will forget, life's like a trance
I won't remember you - no chance!

Don't mourn the loss, you left behind
I'm going on, won't turn around
The wonders here I have to find
I don't know where I'm bound

A world of colours, world of light
I'm singing, dancing, laughing loud
I like that wonderous fancy sight
And don't know what your fear's about

Remembrance - Remembrance
I'm on the other side; I dance
I will forget, life's like a trance
I won't remember you - no chance!

Remembrance - Remembrance
A new life's here for me at once
It is so eerie, it's so new
If there's Remembrance - it's got to be from you!

----------------------------- CUT HERE -------------------------------

(This one I wrote at the day when my Grandfather died. When I came
 to the hospital, I knew I was to late --- I felt The Door open and 
 close just when I passed the entrance of the hospital. But there was
 not so much sadness as a feeling of eternal peace and calm...)

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Email: hz225wu@unidui.uni-duisburg.de  |  Now Stayka is online!!!
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Snail Mail:              | 
Micaela "Stayka" Pantke  |  What is done under the four moons need not
Westhoffstrasse 111      |  be remembered after they have set.
W-4200 Oberhausen 11     |        (Marion Zimmer Bradley)
Germany                  | 
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From: jacobson@oucsace.cs.ohiou.edu (Eliot T. Jacobson )
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Poem from a 10 year old... not the same old thing
Date: 6 Jan 93 14:26:20 GMT
Distribution: na
Organization: Ohio University CS Dept,. Athens



this is a poem that my 10 year old son wrote for hos 4-th 
grade class.  He typed it neatly on a word processor, then
decided it looked too good, and re-wrote it in pencil on
paper, so that his teacher would think it was a first draft.



              Winter Vacation

               by Shawn Jacobson, age 10


    The night before winter vacation

    I dreamt it was snowy white

    the next morning it was green and blue

    it was a spring day

    a few days later

    on Christmas eve

    I thought about all my presents

    what they might be

    I thought about Anne Frank

    and how sad it might be to be locked up for so many years

    that morning I went down stairs to open the presents

    that night I dreamt about my dog that died around last Christmas

    a few days later

    around Saturday I started a balsa wood airplane

    I worked on it all day

    on Sunday I worked on it some more

    then it was over
From: daq@hpfcso.FC.HP.COM (Doug Quarnstrom)
Date: Fri, 8 Jan 1993 21:50:32 GMT
Subject: Poets and change
Organization: Hewlett-Packard, Fort Collins, CO, USA
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems

I recall a while ago when I expressed skepticism to Melynda Reed
that poets can change society.

I was reading _the proud tower_ by B. Tuchman and she suggests
that when the American public was pondering the morality
of annexing the Phillipines, Rudyard Kipling published
this poem, and she asserts that the poem played a big role
in soothing consciences:

Take up the White Man's burden
Send forth the best ye breed,
Go bind your sons to exile
To serve your captives' need;
To wait in heavy harness
On fluttered folk and wild,
Your new-caught sullen peoples,
Half-devil and half-child....

Take up the White Man's burden
The savage wars of peace,
Fill full the mouth of Famine
And bid the sickness cease....

Ye dar not stoop to less------

 

Don't you just LOVE the capitalization of White Man?
Anyway, perhaps this lends support to the idea that
poets can affect things, but in this case it may
have been just convincing someone to feel good
about something they were going to do anyway.

Still, during this critical stage when America was becoming
imperialist, perhaps this poem played a reasonably large role
in making this transition easy for the public to endorse.

doug
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: alk4@ellis.uchicago.edu (Alex L. Karan)
Subject: Re: ANNOUNCEMENT (was: Re: Critical Comments and a Bonfire Carol (was: Re: STORM))
Reply-To: alk4@midway.uchicago.edu
Organization: University of Chicago
Date: Tue, 5 Jan 1993 15:08:56 GMT

And I thought masturbation in public was a crime.

Alex

Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: lichter@oahu.cs.ucla.edu (Michael I. Lichter)
Subject: the scent of home
Organization: UCLA, Computer Science Department
Date: Thu, 7 Jan 93 11:20:55 GMT

[It's a beautiful rainy night (morning really) here in Santa Monica.
Makes me want to live somewhere where rain is a normal phenomenon.  The
title shouldn't remind you of that horrible new Al Pacino movie, but I
guess it will.  This should probably be a little more evocative, but I
choked on evoking.  Do you think the non-parallelness (leaf, leaf, water)
is a problem?  Thanks. -ml]


	the scent of home
	----------------------------------------------------

	i want a kitchen that smells
	like tea leaves, fresh tea leaves
	from china or india or maybe ceylon, unboiled, 
	cut, loose, a rich darkness in a big glass jar

	and a study thick with tobacco ---
	not the vile exhaust of burnt cigarettes,
	but the warm, heavy, brown steam 
	from a new tin of the tobacconist's pride,
	hand-torn leaves, cured and strong

	and a bed that smells like rain,
	like soaked asphalt, damp grass, dripping trees, 
	sodden wood, washed and rinsed air, 
	or like my love's wet black hair,
	when we've danced in the rain
	and kissed beneath the thunder

	i want a home ...
	some day

		Michael Lichter
		January 7, 1993
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Isn't she great!
From: jabolliger@miavx3.mid.muohio.edu
Date: 4 Jan 93 19:41:23 EST

Here is, my second born, Angelika and this is her first poem.  I'm pleased.
ja

			A Poem

	A poem is the color pink
	enough to make you think...

	Some poems are happy
	others seem to get sappy.	("Mom, you really need to put a period
	A poem is the color pink.	   on the end of sappy.") 

	Sometimes a poem is mad			("Oh yeah")
	othertimes it's even sad
	enough to make you think...

	Some are of romance and love
	others, silly, have purple dove.
	A poem is the color pink.

	Others have knights and castles
	some are even hassles.
	Enough to make you think...
	
	A poem is still the color pink
	just enough to make you think...
			Hmmmm...

Angelika Wuerzner (Age 11)
4 January 1993


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From: stv@unislc.uucp (Steve Spencer)
Subject: Re: for stv@unislc.slc.unisys.com (mail bounces)
X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.1 PL6]
Organization: Unisys Corporation SLC
Distribution: usa
Date: Thu, 7 Jan 1993 18:06:50 GMT

Marek Lugowski (marek@casbah.acns.nwu.edu) wrote:
:    ----- Transcript of session follows -----
: 421 Host unislc.slc.unisys.com not found for mailer ether.
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: 
: --- my reply:
: 
: Sure thing, but I'm wary of hosts that give up the ghost.
: To mail, perchance to reach...
: 
: 				-- Marek

Sorry about that. Something seems to be wrong with our whole mail setup here.
Hopefully they'll get the bugs worked out. (odd that my message got out,
but that yours can't get in). Anyway, hopefully in a couple of days 
we'll be up an running again. I've posted here before, but had no response
from anyone. So here goes again...

Marching to the din of society:


Now THIS is life as I know it
Let's all wear our masks
And dance around, like it doesn't hurt
And generally act like an ass

Put on that smile, pick up that stride
An image to withhold
Who gives a DAMN what you feel inside
My son, this world is cold

Ya, scream for help, you worthless whelp
They'll tear you limb from limb
So simply smile, and onward delv
The object's not to "win"

Your goal in life, through toil and strife
Is to deny what you really need
To block out all emotions, boy
'Till you're fucked beyond belief

When you're an eyesore to humanity
A babbling basket case
That m'boy is true success
C'mon, pick up the pace

They'll hate what they have made you
They'll lock the "fool" away
For that my boy, is what society does
What a great and glorious day!

Now before we all get TOO flame happy, let's realise... I am NOT an
acomplished poet (as many of you are). I don't know if my stuff is 
good or not, that's what I'm here to find out. And if I break any
"poetic rules" in my work, don't flame too hard, since I didn't even
know the rules in the first place. (again, sorry about the bouncing 
E-mail, I'll look into it.)

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| It's the sputter of a raindrop. It's the sunlight on my face |
| My mind's eye into other realms. It's my paradise escape.    |
| Steve Spencer	SLC, Utah 	stv@unislc.slc.unisys.com      |
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