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Organization: Bar-Ilan University Computing Center, Israel
Date: Mon, 14 Dec 1992 14:31:11 IST
From: <X67107@BARILVM.BITNET>
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Poem5

the M M story could have gone somewhat different and then........

                        THREE KINGS

                  Three Kings in Zammra lay,
                    Random of Quowrk and I.
                 Under A bleak and sunless sky
                  The third beneth the hill.

                     I can't recall the day
                    Before the third we lay.
               How my thoughts at night do stray
                    Only the dream gods know.

                  I've seen some visions qeer,
                  Some sights of ancient fear.
                  Alone within the cave I hear
                     Stray melodies obscene.

               Today I found my sword,
                 I'll slay all Random's horde.
                     And never speak another word
                  Of death beneth the hill.

                   I'll walk the halls of stone
               Alone I'll watch the throne
                  And then perhaps that drumming drone
                               Will rest forever still.

                                        -After M.Morcock
                                         By Oren Bochman
-------------------------------------------------------------------------
H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H
                       Oren THE Laughing Magican
        LAUGHING DOES TICKLE THE SOUL, THERE IS NO BETTER REASON
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Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Bitburg
From: marsee@ab.wvnet.edu
Date: 12 Dec 92 17:10:07 -0500
Organization: Alderson-Broaddus College


C&C as always welcomed.


	Bitburg

Reading,
the child is picking flowers.
Look mamma, I like butter 
she yells at me holding a
bright yellow Buttercup to her chin.
Yawning,
she lies down next to me
her brownish-blond hair tangled with
Daisy's, Buttercup's, and Queen Ann's Lace. 
Smiling,
I return to my reading.
From: jstc_ss@troi.cc.rochester.edu (j. collins)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Poem: whisper (C&C welcome)
Date: 19 Dec 92 14:53:33 GMT
Organization: University of Rochester - Rochester, New York


       Whisper

the sun slowly rises
  another day begins anew

once again the question is asked
  will this day bring something new

or will it be a re-hash of the old
  a past that would rather be forgotten

as with each day before
  the search begins again

wandering, hoping maybe today
  maybe today will be the day

the day when love returns
  not with a bang or shout

but with a simple whisper
  a whisper that speaks louder than words

12/19/92

------------------------

please let me know what you think...

peace,
-justin
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: mcoffin@IASTATE.EDU (Marie Coffin)
Subject: intend i need / Re: Need a poem
Reply-To: mcoffin@IASTATE.EDU (Marie Coffin)
Organization: Iowa State University
Date: Sun, 20 Dec 1992 23:12:56 GMT

In article <1992Dec20.015257.833@mcs.kent.edu>, kellis@Nimitz.mcs.kent.edu
(Kimberly A. Ellis) writes:
> Keywords:  NEED!!
> 
>  Hey all you poets out there I am considering entering a pagent, but instead
of
> doing a lame talent that everyone does I intend to read a poet. I need a very
> deep poem about believing in yourself and the potential of belief, or about
the
> environment and how we are killing it.  This poem needs to be about 2 minutes
in
> length when read expressively.....
> 
> 	Please help me out. If you desire to, please send your submission to 
> 
> 			kellis@nimitz.mcs.kent.edu
> 
>                       thank you....
> 
> 			 kimberly
> 


	intend i need
	------------------------------------------------------------
	entering a pagent
	considering
	i am kimberly
	and i am considering
	a lame talent but
	i deep a poem a
	deep poem and read
	a poet. how we are
	killing it.  this
	poem needs hey all.
	considering
	the potential of
	belief, the deep
	potential about
	believing in your
	(a poet) self
	i need.  desire.
	submission.
	please kimberly.
	lease kimberly.	
	expressively,

	hey.
From: burtt@cycvax.nscl.msu.edu (BRIAN BURTT)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: People Change
Date: 16 Dec 92 22:02:00 GMT
Organization: NSCL Michigan State University
News-Software: VAX/VMS VNEWS 1.41

(This is pretty much the first poem I've written-- I'd like comments,
but keep them gentle, as this is from fresh emotions.  Thanks.)

People Change
-------------

Once a smile
Full of warmth and joy and fun,
Now a face without expression,
A masque of no depth,
	Hides the soul within.
People change.

Once a voice
Full of fervor and life and song,
Has lost its timbre and its drive,
Now a mumble, a cry, a curse,
	Hides the pain within.
People change.

Once a heart
Full of friendship and love and hope,
Now tough as granite and bleak as tundra.
A dying ember of feeling
	Hides the passion within.
Oh, why must people change?


--Brian Burtt
burtt@lynch.nscl.msu.edu
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: sheilah@wam.umd.edu (Danny-Boy)
Subject: comments Re: Winter Impromptu
Organization: University of Maryland, College Park
Date: Wed, 16 Dec 1992 17:21:17 GMT

In article <6749@npri6.npri.com> eric@npri6.npri.com (Eric Williams) writes:
>[I lied. *This* is the last poem I will post here.]
>
>	Winter Impromptu
>	----------------
>
>	Sometimes when I think of you
        ^^^^^^^^^ careful with that word, jake.

>	What warmth once pooled in your open hand

	This was fun. How would it look to pour liquid Nitrogen
in the pool part of your hand (you know the pool part of you hand,
the part you measure the spice in, the cup part, the bowl), it
would turn white. Do you feel like this?


put me in your kill file. put any article with my name in your kill
file. don't put Danny-Boy in your kill file becuase soon Danny-Boy
becomes Moosey-Faced, depending.
-- 
I am always wrong. Don't believe me ever.
stark raving sane  sheilah@wam.umd.edu
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: like shakespeare -- jchien
From: nihil@oread.cc.ukans.edu
Date: 16 Dec 92 09:13:51 CST
Organization: University of Kansas Academic Computing Serces

In article <1992Dec15.183929@IASTATE.EDU>, mcoffin@IASTATE.EDU (Marie Coffin) writes:
> Jennifer -- are we reading the same Shakespeare?  The Shakespeare 
> I remember is full of bawdy jokes and remarks.  And not much about 
> denuding flowers.  People sometimes think Shakespeare put things 
> "delicately", but I doubt if his audience thought so.  It's mostly 
> the differences in language that make us think he's being delicate.  
> Of course, he never actually used "fuck"...that I recall, anyway.  
> Maybe that was your point.
> 
> 
> Marie Coffin

   of course, Shakespeare was intelligently bawdy.  he didn't rely on cliche
profanity to get his images across, he relied on creative images and the like.
would you call the following 'poetry'?

		fuck
		-------------------------------------

		Fuck fucking fuck fuck.
		Fick dich, fick alles, fick mich.
		Yeb tvoyu mat', ebat' tu Lusiu.

		I fuck you fuck we all fuck.
		Fucking is fucking.  fuck.

		That's the fucking lot of it.
		Fuck.

who knows?  perhaps by to-day's standards this would be called poetry.

c.j.
nihil@oread.cc.ukans.edu
From: gaurav@buphy.bu.edu (Gaurav Shah)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: poem - title suggestions welcome
Date: 16 Dec 92 02:19:32 GMT
Organization: Boston University Physics Department


                   



                  they scream, they do -
             tendons taut
             that is why their ears are covered
             that is why -
                    they cry

---------------------------------------------------------
    How does "People on the subway" sound as a title?

Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: mcoffin@IASTATE.EDU (Marie Coffin)
Subject: Re: Several words about posting...
Reply-To: mcoffin@IASTATE.EDU (Marie Coffin)
Organization: Iowa State University
Date: Sun, 20 Dec 1992 23:24:43 GMT

In article <1gqao7INNjce@sumax.seattleu.edu>, sstover@sumax.seattleu.edu (  
Wilde Dame) writes:
> 
> As to KILL files, I have my own opinions.  I find it unfortunate that you
> have had "Re:*" in your killfile all this time; I've read a lot of what I
> considered very good poetry in response to other poems.


Sheryl -- this remark seems like an excellent reason *not* to split rap.  
Must we have a third group for responses-that-are-also-poetry?  If not, an
awful lot of stuff is going to end up cross-posted.  Seems to me it would
be simpler to keep rap as it is.


Marie Coffin
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: dexter@aries.scs.uiuc.edu (Annette Dexter)
Subject: Re: squirrels in the ceiling / Frances+Marek (1990)
Organization: University of Illinois at Urbana
Date: Thu, 17 Dec 1992 04:18:11 GMT

marek@casbah.acns.nwu.edu (Marek Lugowski) writes:

>>      squirrels in the ceiling
>>      ----------------------------------------------------------------------
>>
>>There are no poetical merits that I can ascribe to the above except
>>that the end was clearly defined.

>You froget eh underline and the indentation.  Bad critic.  No donut.
>There were other things you missed, but we won't bopre you with subtleties.

	i am shocked, marek.  you swore you only use *hyphens*.

	annette.

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From: alk4@ellis.uchicago.edu (Alex L. Karan)
Subject: Marek's temper?
Reply-To: alk4@midway.uchicago.edu
Organization: University of Chicago Computing Organizations
Date: Thu, 17 Dec 1992 23:26:42 GMT

Why would Marek be immune from the zeal of a missionary.
Perchance the missionary position has him
too hard on his words.

Artifacts failed because I expected too much from readers.
Don was one of the only people who actually went in the right
direction, did the work, tore the line of sight to shreds,
which is what the text asked one to do.

Anyone who objects to Marek's mission to turn the word "fuck"
and the whole concept of sex into a wonderful thing.
I've pointed out that personaly, I prefer to keep the word "fuck"
negative, because I think our world offers SO many opportunities to use it.
(To use it negatively).


I just realized I started the last paragraph with a sentence that I didn't end.
Sorry. I meant to say that anyone who disagrees with Marek on this point
is going to get harsh and often insulting responses.  It might be a warning to
you all, or maybe a point to Marek.

Making people angry just gives them good reason to dismiss
anything you have to say.
Walk barefoot sometimes
and when the rain falls
get wet.

Alex

Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: dexter@aries.scs.uiuc.edu (Annette Dexter)
Subject: Chastity and other undesirables 
Organization: University of Illinois at Urbana
Date: Fri, 11 Dec 1992 21:33:19 GMT

KeyMaster <ESB107@psuvm.psu.edu> writes:

>Had we better situation,
>An understood confirmation,
>Witnessed by the eyes of Holy
>That thy heart serves mine now only,
>Could I only then begin
>To see this act one not of sin.
>For he who defies that which know
>Moves the King to chequed position
>I am one who serves the Lord,
>One much stronger than thy blunt sword
>Whose grace, if thy spirit not learn
>The depths of hell is where you'll burn!
>Chaste I am and will remain
>Till a diamond leaves its stain
>So take your leave, I wish not less;
>And to those you haunt, I wish God Bless!
>-E.S.Boese  (a.k.a KeyMaster)
>ESB107@psuvm.psu.edu
>boese@crayola.cs.psu.edu


		oh! put that ring away 
		dear love, lover of my loins
		don't stain me with gold 
		stain me with your holy self
		and let your eyes witness 
		my coming grace 

		of the chaste, burning
		angrily with their passions
		(washing, obsessively washing
		in the blood of the lamb)
		and of their haunted king
		we joyfully take our leave

		they can keep their sin



(annette)dexter@aries.scs.uiuc.eduthis.sighasbeenmimimalisedtomeetnetguidelines
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: jondarr@macadam.mpce.mq.edu.au (jondarr c g h 2 gibb)
Subject: A Poet's Freedom
Organization: Macquarie University, Australia.
Date: Tue, 15 Dec 1992 22:34:26 GMT


        A Poet's Freedom

To reach beyond the chains that bind me,
leaving all I hate behind me
and never let the past remind me
what I was, nor let it find me;

an escapee from my own cage
imprisoned by the written page,
and not allowed at any stage
to taste the freedom of my age;

for freedom hinders on its own,
like words too quickly carved in stone,
so that they find the cage is gone
but still the poet stands alone.

It's best be happy as things are
and dream of freedom from afar
where it is seen, but cannot marr
the shining of the rising star.

For freedom let a poet strive,
but never reach, and thereby thrive:
without the search there is no drive
and then no cause to stay alive.

So lock the cage and throw the key
as far as possible from me.

			15th December, 1992



                    
              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: mtaranto@shearson.com (Mark Taranto)
Subject: RE: poem: a star
Organization: Yale CS Mail/News Gateway
Date: Tue, 15 Dec 1992 17:16:59 GMT


E37Larsen@sask.usask.ca (Trina Larsen) writes:
 
> In a previous article, jstc_ss@troi.cc.rochester.edu (j. collins) wrote:
 
>> a star shined in the distance
>         ^^^^^^
 
> I'll grant you poetic licence, but "SHINED" ???????!!!
 
> When the rest of the poem is in plain English, it's nice to use proper
> English all the way through :).
 
 
>From WEBSTER'S:
 
        SHINE  vb SHONE or SHINED.
 
While "Shone" is preferred, "Shined" is neither incorrect nor improper.
 
Mark
From: jcorbett@ocf.berkeley.edu (Jon Corbett)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Ice Princess (C&C Welcome)
Date: 11 Dec 1992 23:53:46 GMT
Organization: U.C. Berkeley Open Computing Facility
Distribution: world
NNTP-Posting-Host: maelstrom.berkeley.edu
From: marek@casbah.acns.nwu.edu (Marek Lugowski)
Subject: Re: fuck / jtrue
Organization: Northwestern University, Evanston Illinois.
Date: Thu, 17 Dec 1992 17:09:30 GMT

In article <jtrue-161292221203@phil.zoo.duke.edu> jtrue@acpub.duke.edu (jtrue) writes:
>there are 2 I think
>
>1 came before the other
>1 means conjugate (more or less), preferably violently
>(note that bacteria don't fuck,
>but they do conjugate,
>I guess some invertebrates fuck,
>but plants don't;
>vertebrates all fuck
>and the closer 1 gets to primates
>and humans the more like genuine fucking
>it gets).
>Fuck was undoubtedly invented by men.
>Very few women say fuck when they mean
>have intercourse.
>
>The other means the same
>as shit (which also has two meanings,
>one literal and one for effect).
>Except what the fuck sounds better than what the shit.
>Lots of women say what the fuck.
>But still, more men say it than women.
>Overall, I'd estimated that fuck is
>said 76.5% by men and 23.5% by women.
>
>I think what we need to do here
>is to hijack fuck toward the latter meaning
>(this has pretty much already been done
>in the case of shit).
>
>-jtrue
>
>PS:
>The biggest problem with
>fuck with respect to sex
>is that it essentially means hate
>(hence the violence;
>toward women by men).
> 


John, I don't think I have ever responded to your post.  Perhaps you are
being very tongue in cheek and just too subtle for me, what with my English
being a second language.  On the off chance that you mean what you write
above, you are full of shit, in the most metaphorical sense.  You are
just contributing to useless, no -- worse -- *destructive* attitudes that
prudery and puritanism of America brings out in people.  Bet you don't even
know you heritage, it is so well engrained in your values, as espoused
here.

And now for a positive statement:  fuck, shit and other "naughty" words
are only naughty to the naughty ear.  If you are allergic to them, it is
your problem.  If you cannot grasp the context woven around them because
they are present, you are closed-minded, closed-hearted.  If you mean all
that crap about violence towards women by men, you are an idiot, and a
politically naive one.  Also, you have not read any feminist erotica, pal.

				-- Marek
From: doughe@tekig6.PEN.TEK.COM (Douglas E Helbling)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Second Departure
Date: 16 Dec 92 23:48:15 GMT
Reply-To: doughe@lunaxyz.rain.com
Organization: Not Likely


		Second Departure

	Lest you think me strange, I'll say
	"Tomorrow's Good Thing's on it's way".
	And though you know I'm so sincere,
	I'll fake a little shake of fear.

	As you walk away.

	From my lips, "I wish you well,"
	but deeper down "See you in hell!"
	Too late to keep track 
	of cracks in fractured cardiac.

	Still too soon to really tell.

	The standard stench of seaward breeze
	blows in your wake.  You leave with ease.
	No pattern nor time to reflect
	"am I resigned or circumspect?"

	Did I aim to please?


--
        ----------------------------------------------------------------
           					Doug Helbling
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: sheilah@wam.umd.edu (Danny-Boy)
Subject: Re: fuck / jtrue
Organization: University of Maryland, College Park
Date: Thu, 17 Dec 1992 18:07:38 GMT

I wrote:
>
>Explicitive, a good tapping word.  ex pl c t

This is awful nitpicking, but I have to point out that I left
the 'v' out. it has to be included, I thought about it, 
and I don't like 'explicit' as much as I like 'explicitive'



-- 
I am always wrong. Don't believe me ever.
stark raving sane  sheilah@wam.umd.edu
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From: lichter@oahu.cs.ucla.edu (Michael I. Lichter)
Subject: once i crashed into a monitor
Organization: UCLA, Computer Science Department
Date: Sat, 12 Dec 92 04:33:50 GMT

	[this is a half-way kids thing that half-way rhymes that
	was inspired by a comp.sys.mac article that said "once i 
	crashed into a monitor" which i took to be a physical act
	but when i reread the article found out it meant that his
	program died and he would up in a debugger - oh, well]


		once i crashed into a monitor
		----------------------------------------------

		once i crashed into a monitor
		and it cracked with 
		a startling clang 
		
		it ripped and became
		an ironclad ship, firing
		forty-two rounds, point blank

		i knew i was beat so i
		waved a white sheet that
		i quickly covered it with

		but it shrank and it hissed
		now a monitor lizard that ate 
		a whole right through my linen 

		the monitor thrashed and 
		gobbled my cash and headed
		straight for the door

		so i whacked it ten times
		with the los angeles
		daily news
		leaving it stunned on the floor

		again it changed and finally
		became mr. grimes, 
		the hall monitor

		mr. grimes rubbed his head
		and angrily said "son, give
		me that newspaper!"

		i handed it back and 
		a huge blue spark flashed
		and when my eyes cleared
		despite what i feared
		i saw my monitor, whole,
		uncrashed!

			Michael Lichter
			December 11, 1992
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: gulag  a poem
From: nikolay@husc10.harvard.edu (Philip Nikolayev)
Date: 19 Dec 92 17:42:03
Organization: The Kremlin Wall of Harvard
In-reply-to: conrad@kryton.UUCP's message of Fri, 18 Dec 92 00:48:11 PST

conrad@kryton.UUCP (Konstatin Kalikanzaros) writes:

[...]

> 	from the gulag of Chigago!

Go fuck yourself, dickhead.

> conrad

Philip Nikolayev
nikolay@husc.harvard.edu
Organization: Bar-Ilan University Computing Center, Israel
Date: Tue, 15 Dec 1992 21:32:57 IST
From: <X67107@BARILVM.BITNET>
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: A stolen question from Igor

In article <92349.144110X67107@BARILVM.BITNET>, <X67107@BARILVM.BITNET> says:
>
>
>                Where and who are Dragons?
>                --------------------------------------------------
>
>                Dying green sentient beings
>                lying lowly in parking lots
>                and window sills, slowly
>                over centuries contemplating being
>                dying green sentient beings--
>                dying green sentient beings.
>
>                I rubbed my nose once against scales,
>                sensuously defiant, I suppose foolish,
>                whispering environmental dogma
>                designed to avert apocalypse
>                with cosmic mantric empathy for
>                dying green sentient beings--
>                dying green sentient beings.
>
>                by Posthumous O'Toole, from The Other Side of Parsippany
>                12/9/92

Talk about recrusive posting. Here is the solution. Alpha version

                  Where and who are dragons
                  -------------------------

                These dragons, they are hiding
                   Tiptoeing in the hall.
                And some are back in Wall-street
                  They all escaped the fall.

                They gave up blowing fire
                  The method was too rude,
                Unless you had much practice
                 The cooking came out crude

                They are no longer dying
                  They're doing quite well
                I saw a diffrent message
                  And knew I had to tell

               That still they are complaining
                 Of bites and dragon flies,
               But when they talk of mining
                 Their eyes are full of lies

                So heavens curse the furies,
                   I did not bring a gun
                I could have shot eleven
                   And I am just a man.

               They're mostly madein china
                 But some are from Japan
               They have wrought to much trouble
                   To justify the fun

                 So when you look for dragons
                  Just look beneth the tail
                 If you don't see a trademark
                  You know that all is well
                                                    -Oren Bochman
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H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H
                       Oren THE Laughing Magican
        LAUGHING DOES TICKLE THE SOUL, THERE IS NO BETTER REASON
=========================================================================
From: donz@uiunix.ui.org (Don Zirilli)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: When Emily Goes Shopping
Date: 15 Dec 92 20:22:55 GMT
Organization: UNIX International, Parsippany, NJ  07054

Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: D/1/Alternatives to moderation....(the extremes)
Summary: 
Expires: 
Followup-To: 
Distribution: 
Organization: UNIX International, Parsippany, NJ
Keywords: 

Miracle of miracles, I believe Robert has made a constructive suggestion!
Perhaps something useful can be derived from this post!


In article <1407@netxcom.netx.com> bob@netxcom.netx.com (Robert Thralls) writes:
<But here is an alternative:
<
<	If we could agree on a format for the subject field, one could
<easily skip those articles of non-interest. How about something like:
<
<Subject: A/N/C....
<
<	where A is:
<
<	where N is:
<	
<	where C is:
<	
<We could come up with better designators, but I think you get the idea.
<What ya'll thinkin?
<
<
<PS: Off to Italy, responses after 7 January.... Private mailers will continue.
<
<Arnica Montana


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