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From: sstover@sumax.seattleu.edu (Maven o'Mirth)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: someone else's poem
Date: 14 Oct 92 08:20:56 GMT
Organization: Seattle University, Seattle WA

I had to post this, because I was reading it tonight and it made me soooo
happy...it's printed on the album sleeve of the album _Starfish_ by the
band The Church (yes, I own it on vinyl !! ), and I don't even know who
it's by, although I suspect it is Steve Kilbey, the fellow who writes most
of their lyrics...enough preface...


Good, now and forever, music reaches and awakens,
Swimming in the shallow end, down, down, remember
A need, a gnawing longing for what?
Shapes and faces come slowly into mind
Glissando Australian insects out there signalling
The sound of dad's car in the drive
Lying in the grass, watching the sky
The piano washes over thoughts, the smell of crushed mint
The ants which come out as it begins to get dark
Helplessness, planes miles up turn on their lights,
Child, oh child, the tastes in our kitchen,
Not knowing the right words but wishing long and hard
Golden clouded moon, enveloped by the family
Melting further the cracks in the pavement become chasms
Shrubs whisper, walls conceal adult pleasures
A mere hint and we're gone too
Forever, beautiful things, the shop that sold shadows
A walk down the path towards our old home
Mercurial touch of past summers
The sheer wait of nostalgia
Maria, now long dead, glide through this tonight
Shimmer, disappear and return
Emerging random memory in flux
Falling felled the flowering kingdom
Finding buried tin soldier years later
The sounds of a carnival way off in the valley
An abandoned nest, the sprinklers splash on in darkness
Windows glimmer dim waiting for her at the edge of dusk
Distance, our hesitant conversation, someone calling
A bucket full of starfish, warm rain, the long sleep
Deep dream, dream of now, now and forever good



:) :) :)
Sheryl
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From: deb@wiliki.eng.hawaii.edu (David Barrett)
Subject: a thought
Organization: University of Engineering, College of Engineering
Date: Wed, 7 Oct 1992 23:55:37 GMT



No presence Gold
 or distant Bliss
Can extinguish the Moment
 of a mortal Kiss -


		dB
From: mcoffin@IASTATE.EDU (Marie Coffin)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: sheila's hair & face tips to sensible living / Sheila+Marek+Marie
Date: 8 Oct 92 21:27:08 GMT
Article-I.D.: IASTATE.1992Oct8.162708
Reply-To: mcoffin@IASTATE.EDU (Marie Coffin)
Organization: Iowa State University


		sheila's hair & face tips to sensible living
		------------------------------------------------------------
		
		i like to use 
		paul mitchel 
		hair care products. 
		
		i buy in a salon
		awapuhi shampoo 
		that smells like ginger, 
		and deep conditioner
		and "the conditioner" 
		or something 
		like that. 
		
		anyway, 
		the conditioner stuff 
		is blue 
		and you run it 
		in your hair 
		after a shower,
		
		i also like to rub it 
		on my legs 
		and arms and 
		all over. 
		
		i don't think
		it smells awful. 
		
		i have nivea for 
		a facial moisturizer 
		when i remember,
		except it has a 
		
		stronger 
		
		perfume smell. 
		
		i do not like how 
		moisturizers
		smell in the store 
		much at all. nivea 
		is stronger than 
		paul mitchel
		
		(at least, its type of smell is stronger) 
		
		but it does not linger 
		too bad. 
		
		it is also mild --
		so that it is pleasant. 
		
		most importantly, 
		i have a nice 
		cloth.  sponge.
		to apply.  the nivea with. 
		i do not like to rub my
		face to apply moisterizer 
		with my hands.  i rub my face 
		softly with the sponge. 
		
		I will tell you about when i stopped wearing makeup
		a long time ago:
		
		i used to wear makeup. 
		then i stopped, because 
		it took so long 
		to put on. 
		i was still embarassed 
		to not wear it 
		because i felt like all 
		my face's blemished 
		would be highlighted. 
		
		one day i thought. 
		i thought about all the males. 
		they do not wear makeup and 
		i do not think they
		look awful. 
		
		so i didn't feel 
		uncomfortable
		with my face 
		after that. 
		
		because guys don't wear makeup. 
		
		i like my face.
		except for its profile. 
		i don't like my profile much.
		
		anyway -- i can sound very 
		spoiled about my hair.
		
		oh, and don't put 
		the paul mitchel stuff 
		on your face, I think it is
		too 
		
		heavy.


			Sheila Herndon / Marek Lugowski / Marie Coffin
			8 October 1992
			College Park, Maryland / Chicago, Illinois / Ames, Iowa
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From: tconnors@morgan.ucs.mun.ca (Tim Connors )
Subject: Re: Bread
Organization: Memorial University of Newfoundland
Date: Fri, 9 Oct 1992 21:29:27 GMT

In article <2722@tau-ceti.isc-br.com> cecilw@access.isc-br.com (Cecil Williams) writes:
>			Grandma's home made bread
>			sliced and buttered 
>			hot from the oven 
>			olfactory delight
>			taste buds danced
>			in anticipation 
>			of love that came
>			in thick slices
>Cecil Williams
>10/9/92
>**************

Cecil,
    Again you have brought throngs of enjoyment to my home. I salute
you. I love the phrase "olfactory delight". Well done.

                      Bread; Gone Bad

                     I questioned her sharply on the night
                     I fell into grave illness.
                     Wondering first of its color.
                     Then I knew. It wasn't bread at all.
                     It was a venom-cake, made by the plumbers of
                     maybeline. Perish.


     tconnors@morgan.ucs.mun.ca
           Tim Connors
       Poetic Wheelbarrow- I love to hate the parson's laundry.
 

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From: kammerer@cwis.unomaha.edu (Al Kammerer)
Subject: Re: terminal inflorescences/jtrue
Organization: University of Nebraska at Omaha
Date: Mon, 12 Oct 1992 01:51:48 GMT


What a wonderful poem to use those inflorescences so wisely,
so rhythmically.
From: mcoffin@IASTATE.EDU (Marie Coffin)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: in the ice storm / Marie Coffin
Date: 14 Oct 92 22:09:21 GMT
Article-I.D.: IASTATE.1992Oct14.170921
Reply-To: mcoffin@IASTATE.EDU (Marie Coffin)
Organization: Iowa State University


	in the ice storm
	------------------------------------------------------------
	
	we walked for an hour
	in the falling ice
	you didn't have to be in love
	to be enchanted.
	the small plants looked like stiff
	glittery ornaments
	but the trees could not bear their own beauty
	they bowed and broke under the weight.
	
	we hardly noticed the cold
	although movement crackled
	and the icy wet settled in
	rooting us to the earth.
	
	i was headed home
	when a pine tree
	caught in the wind and the ice
	bent and then
	the trunk split
	with a doomed roar
	as though the earth had cracked.
	then it slowly toppled over.
	
	i shivered.


Marie Coffin
October 14, 1992
From: msl4@ns1.cc.lehigh.edu (MICHAEL SALVATORE LAIACONA)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: test
Date: 15 Oct 92 23:50:27 GMT
Organization: Lehigh University

test, just to see if this made it or not.
From: bunny@bsu-cs.bsu.edu (Marsh)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Poem - Bald Rats
Date: 13 Oct 92 01:54:57 GMT
Organization: CS Dept, Ball St U, Muncie, Indiana


BALD RATS

the bald rats dance their wills impeded
carousels and queer kaleidescopes
they bounce and gurgle with their high whines
spin with thickened wires for their tails

the bald ones sting their eyebrows glass
with beads black beads brown beads red
flashing ivory in muzzles raw with pink skin
whiskers curled eyes demented claws in steel


-Tracy Flynn-Marsh
From: tammy@cs.umd.edu (Tammy Hayden)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: MONDAY BLUES
Date: 9 Oct 92 16:24:10 GMT
Distribution: usa
Organization: Computer Science Department, University of Maryland, College Park


			Monday Blues


It's raining outside, skies cloudy and grey.
Nothing going right, it's a messed up day.
Woke up late, fell out of bed.
Car did a skid cause I had no tread.

Got them Monday, Monday morning blues
Got them Monday blues, there's no good news

Car stalled on the highway had to push it off the road.
Hair got messed up, I look like a toad.
Got to work an hour and a half late.
Boss said I was fired.  I said, "that's just great!"

Got them Monday, Monday morning blues
Got them Monday blues, there's no good news

Went back to my car, found out it was gone.
Said to myself, "what else can go wrong?"
Cops took ten minutes to get to the scene.
They said it was totaled.  I said, "What do you mean?!"

Got them Monday, Monday morning blues
Got them Monday blues, there's no good news

Took the bus home, got ready for bed.
Slipped on the soap and hit my head.
Woke up in the hosiptal, saw everthing white.
Had a concussion, gave up the fight.

Got them Monday, Monday morning blues
Got them Monday blues, ther's no good news



		-Tammy Hayden
		 tammy@cs.umd.edu
From: denelsbe@washington.cs.unc.edu (Kevbo)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: this is x's room
Keywords: no replies please!
Date: 8 Oct 92 23:09:53 GMT

Somehow, this seems like the right poem to post here (after a long absence).
I've just been terribly busy and it doesn't look like it will let up too
soon, so I ask that NO REPLIES BE SENT to me because I'm not in a position
to reciprocate (i.e., read r.a.p. and comment on poetry).  Hope everyone is
doing well, and, yes Don Z., I got your story and will comment.  Promise!


		this is x's room


	this is x's room, where x can take a value from the set
		{
		 my sister's boyfriend,
		 my weird cousin from Vermont (when he's in town),
		 the dogs (at night),
		 me (when I visit on breaks)
		}

	the set used to be
		{
		 me (before I became prodigal collegian)
		}

	back in its singleton-set days this room was a monument to me

	cheap stereo that was perfect for playing the bee gees
	cheryl ladd posters that assisted with puberty
	mad magazines with bent back covers
	playboys with smudged corners
	numerous shrapnel from race-car sets, gi joes, model kits

	now the room is bare-walled, carpet freshly-vacuumed,
		bed always-made
	no dirty clothes on the floor
	no dirty magazines under the mattress
	no smell of cheeseburgers half-eaten a month before

	and with my classes i've come to admire the beauty of an abstraction
	but this is x's room
	and it used to be mine.


---------
Kev @ UNC
10/8/92
-- 
|| +------------------+  
||-| Kev @ UNC        |  	We are but poor, lost circus performers.
||-| Master Poetaster |  
|| +------------------+    	      -- from "The Princess Bride"
From: jtrue@acpub.duke.edu (john)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: terminal inflorescences/jtrue
Date: 9 Oct 92 03:09:36 GMT

A carnation for the victims of variance.
Pink as the insides of eyelids
shut tight against each emergence of the sun,
a vain defense
against the uninvited surfaces of the cruel exterior.
A flower left to slowly fade
in a garish yellow vase
the color of the signs that say "dead end".

A carnation for the makers of ecstasy,
who writhe under any moonlight, full or new.
Red as flesh engorged
with the myriad frictions of union,
with the violence of forcing lines of purported immortality
across time's varicose membranes.

A carnation for posterity.
White, the color of a species' feigned innocence.
Pressed between the pages
of some huge volume of forgotten poems.
Made two-dimensional and soon to be scanned
and converted to zeros and ones
and stored on a shining circle of plastic.
Recorded for all time,
so that no carnation need ever grow again.

-jtrue1992

c/c/f welcome

"Jesus is a woman too he looks like all of me and you..." - Furs
jtrue@acpub.duke.edu
From: megazone@planet10.WPI.EDU (MegaZone23)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: love poem
Keywords: love poem
Date: 7 Oct 92 17:30:11 GMT
Organization: WPI USAF -- United Society of Animation Fans
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Well, done... I've always prefered erotic and sensual over the explicit.

Your imagery was wonderful, thank you,

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From: rat@ravel.udel.edu (Paula Marie Briggs)
Subject: fourth season
Organization: University of Delaware
Distribution: na, uk, au
Date: Wed, 14 Oct 1992 02:41:57 GMT


fourth season
~~~~~~~~~~~~~

it is orange, as if it was somehow meant to be.
so bright, so clearly cut in the crisp atmosphere.

it is the brilliance of a new air,
one with just enough edge to cut.
cleanly.
deeply.

a new era. a new time of comfortableness.
a time of wool and featherbeds.

what lies behind the layers?
to be comfortable without knowing why.

catlike, you emerge from sleep.
this is our fourth season.
From: tconnors@morgan.ucs.mun.ca (Tim Connors )
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Jello: Ambrosia of the gods?
Date: 13 Oct 92 14:05:54 GMT
Organization: Memorial University of Newfoundland


            "Old Jello, New Hope"

          I have something in my pocket.
 	  You are thinking its jello, right?
          You are very wrong.
          It represents a dream, a hope, a beginning.
          It possesses greeness, slipperyness, shapelessness.
          Oops! It is Jello. 
          Think twice. 
          I can too be wrong.
          Who needs caviar dreams when I have 
          ...Jello...Nightmares?

   tconnors@morgan.ucs.mun.ca
       Tim Connors
   Poetic Wheelbarrow: Defining Canadian Bacon. 
 
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From: colossal@cbnewsg.cb.att.com (colossal Microscope)
Subject: e-Dada haiku #4
Keywords: e-Dada haiku
Organization: AT&T
Date: Mon, 12 Oct 1992 15:12:22 GMT



                      e-Dada haiku #4
                      ---------------


                      silver leeches cling
                      a hazy distant color
                      Fashion in disguise




collaborative poets:
--------------------
line 1: connorm@Sonoma.EDU (Michelle Connor)
line 2: frank@iastate.edu    Frank Poduska
line 3: tinnes@ocsc.nml.gss.mot.com (J. Troy Tinnes)

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From: alvin@ucsu.Colorado.EDU (Kenneth Alvin)
Subject: Memories
Organization: University of Colorado, Boulder
Date: Wed, 7 Oct 1992 16:12:47 GMT


Winter on the brain this morning; the mountains above town came in for a
dusting last night...



                    Memories
                    --------


                    Feet pounding
                    heart pounding,
                    the death rattle
                    of lonesome eskimos
                    waiting for the bus
                    in snow deep to
                    their hips.
                    Lips chattering
                    teeth chapped,
                    thinking of
                    windswept grasslands,
                    Dakota sunsets,
                    the fierce heat
                    of summer days;
                    tending their needs,
                    weaving hopes into
                    tapestries of rust
                    red, teal and white,
                    white as the
                    frozen north.
                    Lonesome eskimos,
                    waiting for the bus
                    in snow deep to
                    their hips,
                    confused by memories
                    of things
                    they never had.



-- 
comments, criticism welcome...
-Ken
alvin@ucsu.colorado.edu
From: rhh@alice.att.com (r hardin)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: depressed cows
Date: 13 Oct 92 19:25:42 GMT
Article-I.D.: alice.23878
Organization: AT&T Bell Laboratories, Murray Hill NJ

In article <1992Oct12.145710.1968@gacvx2.gac.edu>, the sad girl writes:
> COWS can't moo when standing on Mountain tops
> And torrential rains are beating down
> On their soft noses.
> 
> They can only CRY
> And wish they had an umbrella.



For my own part, these considerations, of our Clothesthatch, and how,
reaching inwards even to our heart of hearts, it tailorises and demoralises
us, fill me with a certain horror at myself and mankind;  almost as one
feels at those Dutch Cows, which, during the wet season, you see grazing
deliberately with jackets and petticoats (of striped sacking), in the
meadows of Gouda.

Carlyle
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From: colossal@cbnewsg.cb.att.com (colossal Microscope)
Subject: e-Dada haiku #2
Keywords: e-Dada haiku
Organization: AT&T
Date: Fri, 9 Oct 1992 15:40:21 GMT


                      e-Dada haiku #2
                      ---------------
 

                  pink cheeks with wet streaks
                  blue pearl finds little angel
                  long purple sunsets

 
 
collaborative poets:
--------------------
line 1: 2FTOLONGER@kuhub.cc.ukans.edu    Angela Kathleen Ayers
line 2: tim@research.nj.nec.com (Tim Van Der Avoird)
line 3: JABOLLIGER@miavx3.mid.muohio.edu


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From: hrtcu@usho52.hou281.chevron.com (R.T.Cutler)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Sea Symphony
Date: 14 Oct 92 02:18:54 GMT
Organization: Chevron

This is not my poetry.  I post it because I like it.  It is from
a larger work, and the context is the sea, as implied by the subject
of this note.

On the beach at night, alone,
As the old mother sways her to and fro singing her husky song,
As I watch the bright stars shining, I think a thought of the clef
   of the universes and of the future.
A vast similitude interlocks all,
All distances of space however wide,
All distances of time,
All souls, all living bodies though they be ever so different,
All nations, all identities that have existed or may exist,
All lives and deaths, all of the past, present, future,
This vast similitude spans them, and always has spanned,
And shall forever span them and shall compactly hold and enclose them.
On the beach at night, alone,
At night, alone.


There's more -- but I don't want to overstay my welcome, such as it may be.
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Phone: (713) 596-3012       Houston, TX 77242-2832
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From: nagji@ntc02.tele.nokia.fi
Subject: E E Cummings inquiry
Organization: Nokia Telecommunications.
Date: Fri, 16 Oct 1992 13:46:08 GMT

Hi,

There is a poem by e.e cummings which has the line 'I carry you 
in my heart'  Can anyone tell me the title of this poem and 
where I could find it.

Thanks in advance

Kaz

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In my many lives to be 
my sorry heart will ache and burn ...

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From: msluyter@ponder.csci.unt.edu (Michael Sluyter)
Subject: In a Lumber Store ---- first post
Organization: University of North Texas
Date: Fri, 9 Oct 1992 05:24:03 GMT

In a Lumber Store


They run their cracked hands
across te, searching
for the perfect, unscarred wood.
They crane their necks, stand tip-toe,
licking sawdust lips.
Perhaps they see one:
a sea of stretched white,
causing their hearts to 
skip, but the other side
is always worm-eaten, or torn.
They shake brinee filled caps and
They shake brine filled caps and
rummage on and on, until the end
of the stack;  their hands worn
and laced with splinters.

Xref: sparky rec.arts.poems:9978 alt.prose.d:208
From: megazone@joseph.WPI.EDU (MegaZone23)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems,alt.prose.d
Subject: Reading
Date: 15 Oct 1992 12:10:27 GMT
Organization: Worcester Polytechnic Institute
NNTP-Posting-Host: joseph.wpi.edu

I did my first reading the other night. It was at Nichols college, I think in
mass, maybe just over the southern border.

Anyway it ws put on by their lit. mag. and they invited people from other 
schools to come and read. There were roughly 20 readers from various schools
4 from WPI, counting myself.

I read Endless, Ghosts, Rain, and Cut.... Every WPI reader read something 
either violent, bloody, or involving Death, I wonder what impression they got
of our school. ;->

I was nervous as all hell, I had been up for about 3 days (it's finals week)
and I thought I was going to pass out when I stood to read and the adrenelin
hit, I was shaking....

But it went over ok, some of the audience wasn't sure how to handle the
subject matter. Other than that it was great. I'm really glad I did it, I got
to hear some great stuff and I got to read my work with the inflection that I
meant it to have. If you get a chance to go to one of these do it, especially
if you can read. WPI is planning one in December or so, I definately will be
there.

I found out a bit too late that you could read short prose too, I would have
dropped one or two poems and read Free Flight....

Suggestion, if you do go to read bring several different pieces up with you.
That way you can chose what is best to go on after the others read. I wish I
had brought Slow Death up as a counter-point to another's work, I think it
would have worked out well. 

If you go to school, especially one with a lit. mag. see if you can get a 
reading night scheduled, it's a great experience. And it helps you build 
confidence.

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