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From: ralph@wixer.cactus.org (Ralph Cherubini)
Subject: Poem--It comes in waves
Organization: Real/Time Communications
Date: Tue, 10 Nov 92 12:24:21 GMT




                         It comes in waves

                It comes in waves
                like the love we make
                which makes us
                we need only begin the journey
                and it takes us where we wish to go
                as long as we don't try to get there.


-- 
ralph@wixer.cactus.org
cactus.org!wixer!ralph
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From: maci9154@mach1.wlu.ca (macivor dawna)
Subject: Re: Reality Close
Organization: Wilfrid Laurier University
Date: Thu, 12 Nov 1992 00:41:06 GMT

Interesting poem, but isn't that a harsh way of describing a relationship?
I personally prefer softer descriptions of lovemaking, not "f**king" or
pumping the s**t out of you.


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From: lichter@oahu.cs.ucla.edu (Michael I. Lichter)
Subject: Ogden Nash: Love under the Republicans (or Democrats)
Organization: UCLA, Computer Science Department
Date: Thu, 12 Nov 92 04:14:33 GMT

Another favorite love poem from a favorite po8:


		Love under the Republicans (or Democrats)
		------------------------------------------------------

		Come live with me and be my love
		And we will all the pleasures prove
		Of a marriage conducted with economy
		In the Twentieth Century Anno Donomy.
		We'll live in a dear little walk-up flat
		With practically room to swing a cat
		And a potted cactus to give it hauteur
		and a bathtub equipped with dark brown water.
		We'll eat, without undue discouragement,
		Foods low in cost but high in nouragement
		And quaff with pleasure, while chatting wittily,
		The peculiar wine of Little Italy.
		We'll remind each other it's smart to be thrifty
		And buy our clothes for something-fifty.
		We'll bus for miles on holidays
		For seats at depressing matinees,
		And every Sunday we'll have a lark
		and take a walk in Central Park.
		And one of these days not too remote
		You'll probably up and cut my throat.

				Ogden Nash
				1930
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From: tourf00@DMI.USherb.CA (Francis Tourillon <Tourfman>)
Subject: Re: Thoughts
Organization: U de Sherbrooke -- LIIT adicts - ANS - Ascot Boyz - 
Date: Sun, 8 Nov 1992 23:18:52 GMT

nikolay@husc10.harvard.edu (Philip Nikolayev) pretend que ==>
>ramakris@gn.ecn.purdue.edu (Balaji Ramakrishnan) writes:

>> Thoughts

>> What's in a poem That ain`t in a rhyme What's in a chime That makes
>> it ring all the time It`s thoughts like these That make this world
>> so sublime
>
	...
>>                                       --- Balaji
>
>How unique, and how banal. This is not a contradiction.
>Everything is unique; most things are banal. What I like
...
>
>I'd suggest that you flush your thoughts, and stick to ideas.
>
I'd suggest Philip to not suggest.  Please let this guy write what he thinks.
Poetry like every other form of art does not deserve to be suggested by others.

Tourfman
========
-- 
	Que reste-t-il de lui, dans la tempete breve?
	Qu'est devenu mon coeur, navire deserte?	
	Helas! Il a sombre dans l'abime du reve.
							-Emile Nelligan
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From: mcoffin@IASTATE.EDU (Marie Coffin)
Subject: Re: blue Re: CopyRights
Reply-To: mcoffin@IASTATE.EDU (Marie Coffin)
Organization: Iowa State University
Date: Fri, 6 Nov 1992 23:05:39 GMT

In article <7710625@hpfcso.FC.HP.COM>, daq@hpfcso.FC.HP.COM (Doug Quarnstrom)
writes:
			[...deleted...]
> 
> Apparently Mr. Nikolayev thinks I plagiarized
> a gesture made by Joe Green.  Note that
> he apparently is not accusing me of plagiarizing the IDEA
> but the style and the gesture.
> As I recall, Joe's discussion of copyrights
> embodied the idea of a gift economy.  Joe
> was concerned at the commodification of poetry,
> and he suggested that people take and use his
> poetry as his gesture to fight the commodification
> that is embodied in the idea of the copyright.
> As I recall that was Joe's intent in his gesture,
> which apparently was never posted as a poem.
> I do recall that discussion, and if I recall
> Joe's gesture incorrectly, then I would like
> to see evidence of this as I do not have the
> archives of this discussion.
> 
			[...lots more deleted...]

I think this has gone about far enough.  One cannot plagarize a style 
or a gesture.  This is really too bad, because I have a little list of
people that I'd charge if this were a crime, but there it is.  Plagarism
is a word with a very specific meaning.  Whoever thinks Doug is guilty
of this (and if you ask me, he'd be the *last* person to do such a thing),
put up or shut up.  Show us some evidence.

For heaven's sake, people:  this is even less amusing than particle physics.  
If I hear ONE MORE WORD about this (as my mother used to say) I'm going to
ask Marek to post the "crystal-clear exposition on modern physics" that I 
talked him out of last week.  So watch it.  :)


Marie Coffin
 
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From: gardabr@unix1 (Gard Eggesbo Abrahamsen)
Subject: Re: Poem--Today is bad
Organization: University of Trondheim, Norway
X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.1 PL6]
Date: Tue, 10 Nov 92 12:06:45 GMT

Ralph Cherubini (ralph@wixer.cactus.org) wrote:
: 
:                                 Today is bad
: 
:                 Today is bad
:                 I see little black bugs
:                 crawling all over the page
:                 (notice I do not claim any special reality
:                 on their behalf)
:                 it makes it difficult to see
:                 and they are not the kind of dots you find
:                 in Cream of Wheat boxes three years old
:                 they eat words instead
:                 as if writing were not difficult enough
:                 but I dare not hit them
:                 and smear
:                 the letters...
: 

				Tomorrow isn't mine

			The psychosis twists
			like a worm
			bending in my brains
			carving out holes
			in which it can live
: 
: 
: -- 
: ralph@wixer.cactus.org
: cactus.org!wixer!ralph

 gardabr@unix1.mrih.no
 gabraham@nyx.cs.du.edu
 Gard@IRC

From: daq@hpfcso.FC.HP.COM (Doug Quarnstrom)
Date: Wed, 11 Nov 1992 20:52:30 GMT
Subject: A letter to a young critic
Organization: Hewlett-Packard, Fort Collins, CO, USA
From: messer@utkvx2.utk.edu (The Jagged of your Dreams!)
Subject: This is a revision of "This New Sin", not called that now.
News-Software: VAX/VMS VNEWS 1.41    
Organization: University of Tennessee Computing Center
Date: Thu, 12 Nov 1992 20:20:00 GMT

Sin

This innocent
and shy thing,
this sin,
which might
be thought of
as one-half of
a chestnut burr,
as a thimble,
or both;
this sin which
exists independent
of ethical
label and judgment,
name, barrier,
and name;
this more-pliable
thing in which are
created-saints,
in which is
a stranger's glee;
on stipped/cold
bed sheets in summer,
bald/clumsy fingers
tripping on
wonderful flesh,
brand-new flesh;
taking down moments,
but only as motions,
and as time does not
stand still
fingers make
the charm
of this new sin.



Damian K. Messer
Knoxville 1992

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From: 890661b@ace.acadiau.ca (MATTHEW EARL KEITH BALL)
Subject: The Walk (c&c welcome)
Organization: Acadia University
Date: Sat, 7 Nov 1992 01:54:11 GMT

THE WALK

Come.

Let's take a walk together,
Hand in hand, just you and I.

A trip of horrors
Through a shadow-world beneath a bloodstained sky.
The streets are empty, barren of life
A harsh wind blows as well.
Fiery demons scream your darkest dreams
While strangers fight with frenzy 
Over secrets they can't tell.

An inner glow, but still the shadows know
What evil lurks within.
Choices to make, friendships to break,
Wade through the reek of sin.

The way is hard but don't despair,
When you need comfort, I know how.
I've been this way, I've walked these miles,
A crown of thorns upon my brow.

So lean on me,
And we'll walk these paths that angels feared to trod.
Reach deep inside,
Dismiss your fears, and find the heart of God.




	Please feel free to post any comments, criticisms, suggestions, 
advice, etc. You can also mail any of the above to:
	890661b@ace.acadiau.ca

Matthew Ball
From: benge_kl@lrc.edu
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Giving Up
Date: 9 Nov 92 20:09:06 GMT
Organization: Lenoir-Rhyne College, Hickory, NC


I don't always write the same gibberish.

Giving Up
=========

I don't struggle.

I should.
I'm being sucked to the bottom
Of a glittering yellow whirlpool.
I know that the water
(It smells of wildflowers and sandalwood)
Wants to drown me
(It tastes like honey)
And crush me.
But I don't struggle.

I should.
I can feel the pinpricks
Of a thousand tiny teeth
(They tickle)
Of a hundred tiny mouths
(They're kissing me)
Trying to bite me
(They love me)
And tear me apart.
But I don't struggle.

I should.
I feel my stomach falling
(No, that's my resistance)
And my heart pounding in fear
(No, that's excitement)
But I can't run
(Do I want to?)
No, I can't struggle.

She's beat me just by smiling.

  					KLeB the NoMad
From: ch526@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Les Jensen)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Opinion (Poem)
Date: 8 Nov 1992 04:28:45 GMT
Organization: Case Western Reserve University, Cleveland, Ohio (USA)
NNTP-Posting-Host: hela.ins.cwru.edu


OPINION

Razor blades of helplessness
Dissect a piece of brain

Agony screams the Devil's name
As mercy cries in vain

Inhibitions seduce souless thoughts
Of sexual desire

While innocents is branded lust
By iron from the fire

And godless cries abandoned hope
Crawl in the gutty slime

The vomit eye hangs on the cheek
Of loving for a crime
-------------------------------------
All opinions, comments and advise will be gratefully accepted.
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From: moh2@quads.uchicago.edu (Kateri/Mary Anne)
Subject: Re: Thanksgiving dinner...
Reply-To: moh2@midway.uchicago.edu
Organization: University of Chicago Computing Organizations
Date: Fri, 6 Nov 1992 15:14:35 GMT

In article <1992Nov5.225634.21285@rdg.dec.com> jessop@ljohub.enet.dec.com (Class Dinosauria) writes:
>
>
>	'Saurian flesh 'tween greasy lips,
>	Tasty meat both dark and light,

>	...Belly full of turkey sleep...

Saurian flesh???!!!
You're eating dinosaurs?  Lizards?
I mean, it's a pretty line, but I'm pretty damn sure that turkeys are
*not* saurians.

>				msj

 - Mary Anne
-- 
More than any other time in history, mankind faces a crossroads.  One
path leads to despair and utter hopelessness.  The other to total
extinction. Let us pray we have the wisdom to choose correctly.
						 - Woody Allen
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From: mcoffin@IASTATE.EDU (Marie Coffin)
Subject: Re: Darwinian Evolution of a Poet (was Re: (Is poetry luxury?))
Reply-To: mcoffin@IASTATE.EDU (Marie Coffin)
Organization: Iowa State University
Date: Tue, 10 Nov 1992 03:28:28 GMT

In article <1992Nov09.235756.119853@zeus.calpoly.edu>, wprovinc@zeus.calpoly.edu
(William E. Province) writes:
> 
>        He was going to be a shoemaker,
>        (or was that a watchmaker, 
>        and does it really matter?)
>        but he discovered 
>        that we wear shoes 
>        to avoid 
>        having to look at our feet.
> 

Just for you (Ok, just for you and Ralph), I wrote a poem:

	poem for Bill (and Ralph)
	------------------------------------------------------------
	
	if we wear shoes
	to avoid
	having to look at our feet,

	then i suppose 
	we wear watches
	to avoid
	having to look at the sun?

	i wish i believed
	mankind
	were so
	sensible.


Marie Coffin
November 9, 1992
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From: moh2@quads.uchicago.edu (Kateri/Mary Anne)
Subject: Re: blue Re: CopyRights
Reply-To: moh2@midway.uchicago.edu
Organization: University of Chicago Computing Organizations
Date: Sat, 7 Nov 1992 16:56:35 GMT

Since doug invoked me as a character witness, I will state that,

Yes, we did have this discussion on alt.callahans, about copyright,
and he did indeed ask me why I bothered to copyright my writing,
and I have since stopped bothering, except when I send it to
magazines, and he advocated not copyrighting for the same reasons as
in his poem, which I then cheerfully stole.

Now that that's settled, doug, relax.
We don't believe you're a plagiarist.

 - Mary Anne
-- 
More than any other time in history, mankind faces a crossroads.  One
path leads to despair and utter hopelessness.  The other to total
extinction. Let us pray we have the wisdom to choose correctly.
						 - Woody Allen
From: zola@hardy.u.washington.edu (Queen of Swords)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: For The Douglas, The Prophet speaks...
Date: 5 Nov 92 19:20:39 GMT
Article-I.D.: u.1992Nov5.192039.26241
Reply-To: zola@u.washington.edu
Organization: University of Washington, Seattle



To all who are concerned, yes,
the wind was my cohort 

and this voice comes from my ouija board...

    "So, is Doug taking my stuff?  If so, it's perfectly alright
     with me.  All of it is out there for anyone who wants it.

  [...]

    "So, whatever is happening Doug has my blessing.


				Joe"

amen.
-Candlestick O'Toole

yes, damn it, I heard the voice.
From: ch526@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Les Jensen)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: War (C&C Welcome)
Date: 6 Nov 1992 05:40:35 GMT
Organization: Case Western Reserve University, Cleveland, Ohio (USA)
NNTP-Posting-Host: hela.ins.cwru.edu


WAR

Crusades of Armies
Crying Blood and Laughing threw eyes of Glory,
Know not their Shame,
Stop and admirer all the construction
They have Destroyed.

Banners melt into the sky of Smoke and Odor
Doomed by the gasping lungs of Humanity.

Mercy cries everywhere
But the Deafness can hear only the Orders to Advance,

And The End is here in one beautiful
Dawn Like Flash.


(All opinions, comments, advise etc... is graciously     accepted)
              
               Thank you,
                              
                       Les
From: ralph@wixer.cactus.org (Ralph Cherubini)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Poem--Delusions
Date: 10 Nov 92 23:30:56 GMT
Organization: Real/Time Communications


                                Delusions

                Delusions
                things we believe to be true
                experience as real
                which others can't
                X believes he can read others' thoughts
                even though the thoughts he reads
                are not shared by the others
                his explanation
                begs the definition
                he claims
                somewhat selfishly
                that they haven't been attentive...




-- 
ralph@wixer.cactus.org
cactus.org!wixer!ralph
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From: itzenhui@cs.uwp.edu (Steve Itzenhuiser)
Subject: Terrestrial Plane
Organization: University of Wisconsin - Parkside
X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.1 PL6]
Date: Mon, 9 Nov 1992 04:19:27 GMT

An early poem of mine.  I still like it, but am no longer as frustrated.


                   Terrestrial Plane


To tame the beast
Inside my brain
Excruciating
Pounding pain
I realize
I'm not the same
Condemned to Hell
This terrestrial plane.
From: hornpete@uctvax.uct.ac.za (Peter Horn)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Keith Gottschalk: Poem
Date: 11 Nov 92 18:32:06 +0200
Organization: University of Cape Town

STREET-SMART CANON OF FRAUENBURG CATHEDRAL.
-------------------------------------------

Nicholas Copernicus 1473-1543

his maths kept coming out wrong - it was simplest to argue:
          our earth revolves around the sun
when our eyes tell us - the sun revolves around the earth

- & more than our eyes told us that.

the bishop begged his canon, dr. copernicus: publish.
the cardinal cajoled his canon, dr. copernicus: publish.
but doc knew what was good for his health.
to contemporaries of thomas torquemada
publication might just mean priority
in more than learned journals.

so in the closet (sargasso sea, L5) his ms. stagnated.
the author's quill added a dedication to the pope.
without telling the author
the publisher's font added a preface
that this was only a work of fiction; but still
countdown to this book launch kept being put on: hold.

his equations insisted it was simplest to argue:
    our earth revolves around the sun
but his throat got this dry sensation
that ocam's razor was not the only razor in town.
canons know about predestination v. free will
free will can choose: the closet or the casket.

dying, last sacrament, he confessed
- I held back publication 36 yrs because of
 "the thought of the scorn which I had to fear
 on account of the novelty & incongruity of my theory"
discreet to the last, cathedral servant, it was more than scorn.
481 yrs before rushdie's verses this streetsmart canon knew:

              only publish when you die
            lest you die when you publish.

Keith Gottschalk

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From: alk4@ellis.uchicago.edu (Alex L. Karan)
Subject: Re: Sometimes its good to know words
Reply-To: alk4@midway.uchicago.edu
Organization: University of Chicago Computing Organizations
Date: Fri, 6 Nov 1992 06:32:32 GMT

Sheila, I'm ever so glad to have been there.
You see I wrote the dream, while asleep, and sent it your way.
But how could I have been there if you have never 
seen my face?


And damn I mispelled (sp) a word in this poem.


instead of reigns, the word should be "reins"...

changes quite a lot.
From: donz@ui.org (Don Zirilli)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: My dream
Date: 13 Nov 92 20:13:14 GMT
Organization: UNIX International, Parsippany, NJ


I thought that Kate might want to read my dream, so here it is:


		My Dream
		----------------------------------------

		I dreamed I was skipping and dancing,
		jigging upon a great bridge and full of mirth,
		but the river, too, was full and silvered
		waves did kiss and suckle my toes,
		whispering of love and architecture,
		harmonic motion and collapse.

		I dreamed I was born a poet
		on a great round rock with so much flesh
		full that it heaved slowly and tilted
		away from the hot sun.  I died
		slowly, with lovely flowers and cards
		all around me, drifting in the white room
		like helicopter seeds.  I died
		one poem at a time.


by Posthumous O'Toole, Notorious Kate-Lover

-- 
nobody/not even the rain/              	/	   /      /  /    
 /   /   /     /   /   / /     /       /    /    // /    /  /         /    
/     / / /   /   /     /   / /    / /   / / /  /  /   /      /      /
   / /   /   /	/	 / /      //    /   / /     / /      / / /
From: sstover@sumax.seattleu.edu (   Kate   )
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: rewrite, now Wool/Sheryl
Date: 13 Nov 92 23:57:59 GMT
Organization: Seattle University

This was once a much longer poem entitled 'Letter.'  I decided I didn't
like it.  So now it's a new poem, and it's called... :)


		Wool
		-------------------------
		"The autumn leaves are falling like rain.
		Although my neighbors are all barbarians,
		And you, you are a thousand miles away,
		There are always two cups at my table."
			-T'ang Dynasty poem	

		I had only just forgotten
		the smell of winter, and then
		tonight I took long, deep breaths
		of the crackling of leaves.
		Squinting, I can almost transpose
		you onto the view from my window.
		You remain distant--
		but once again it is November, 
		and the air swims with the memory: a leather jacket,
		your plaid wool scarf.

					SDS, 13 November 1992
--
       Sheryl Stover  %  If you ask me what I have come to do in the world,
  & Hemingway & Clio  %  I who am an artist, I will reply: "I am here to
sstover@seattleu.edu  %  live aloud."                    -Emile Zola
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From: marek@casbah.acns.nwu.edu (Marek Lugowski)
Subject: Re: rapu, rapu, how i love ya / Marek (was Re: Urdu Ignorance (part II))
Organization: Northwestern University, Evanston Illinois.
Date: Wed, 11 Nov 1992 05:54:35 GMT

mcoffin@IASTATE.EDU (Marie Coffin) applies demagoguery (look, no webster):

>Don't think of it as doubt...think of it as my having a better opinion of
>Northwestern's library, after all your bragging.  ;)  I thought Dewey was
>only used any more by part-time libraries in small midwestern towns.  

Yeah, like Madison, Wisconsin, University of Wisconsin.  You are so 
ill-informed it hurts my nipples.

>
>Marie Coffin
>
>P.s. Lissen, idiot...we all know you have no library skills, social skills, 
>spelling skills and furthermore you need a medium-sized computer to tell
>you what day of the week it is.  Don't try to kid me.  

Classic case of the pot calling the kettle black.  You, of all people, who
lives next door to a something called The Ruminant Laboratory (even if it
is the best one this side of Purdue's).  If it weren't for me would you be
checking out books by Anne Sexton, Witold Gombrowicz, Milan Kundera, Bruno
Schultz, to name just an august handful?...  Spelling?  I think you are
confusing me with Sheila. :) I type faster than I should, that's all, and
my Sparc's keyboard is wretched.  As for social skills, I spent 11 years of
my life under socialism.  Your South Dakota upbringing, replete with jell-o
and cooked-dead vegetables does not come even close.  As for the
medium-size computer: Why should I remember what day of the week it is if I
can conveniently recall it with "date" on any Unix platform, of which I
have more than half a dozen in my X-windows?  Let's get real:  Who makes
better sandwiches?  Tell the world.  The truth.  And nothing but the truth.

				-- Marek
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From: ralph@wixer.cactus.org (Ralph Cherubini)
Subject: Poem--Plaint of the over-protective parent
Organization: Real/Time Communications
Date: Mon, 9 Nov 92 21:11:54 GMT


             Plaint of the over-protective parent

                I only wanted to help
                which is why I told you
                how to move your feet
                when to move your bowels
                not to make any mistakes.

                I wanted to be
                certain
                nothing ever happened to you.





-- 
ralph@wixer.cactus.org
cactus.org!wixer!ralph
From: moh2@quads.uchicago.edu (Kateri/Mary Anne)
Subject: A silly, silly poem....
Reply-To: moh2@midway.uchicago.edu
Organization: University of Chicago Computing Organizations
Date: Mon, 9 Nov 1992 22:10:15 GMT

Gentle Lady
(for Ingrid, on her birthday)

In beauty she walks, like the
Night.  Clad in autumn gold or summer
Green, a maiden from the oldest of tales, valiantly
Ripping her enemies to bloody shreds,
Incarcerating them in dank, dungeon cells,
	far beyond the sight of men, so that she
		may torture the hapless ones at her leisure,
Delighting in their screams of torment......(ahem).

Depsite my rambling, it remainds true that
Even such an incoherent poet as I needs
But a whisper of her gentle (?) voice,
	a sight of her soft (?) sea eyes,
		a touch of flaxen hair; inspired words flow with
Ease.  And even though this poem merely
Used her name, and hardly spoke of her at all,
She will, no doubt forgive.

*****

M.A. Mohanraj
November 9, 1992


(author's note - this is about my roommate...who would have made a 
great Celtic warrior-maiden...)
-- 
More than any other time in history, mankind faces a crossroads.  One
path leads to despair and utter hopelessness.  The other to total
extinction. Let us pray we have the wisdom to choose correctly.
						 - Woody Allen
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