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From: als@bohra.cpg.oz.au (Anthony Shipman)
Subject: Re: More Damned Roses Stuff
Keywords: Roses, red, violets, mauve
Organization: Computer Power Software Group Pty Ltd
Date: Thu, 7 Jan 1993 10:12:45 GMT


Roses are red, violets are blue,
Or so goes the age-old rhyme,
But I know Rose's are blue and Violet's are red,
'Cause I've seen them hanging on the line.

			B. Hill, RIP


--
Anthony Shipman                 "You've got to be taught before it's too late,
CP Software Export Pty Ltd,      Before you are six or seven or eight,
19 Cato St., East Hawthorn,      To hate all the people your relatives hate,
Melbourne, Australia, 3121       You've got to be carefully taught."  R&H
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: yellow jacket 7
From: jabolliger@miavx3.mid.muohio.edu
Date: 11 Jan 93 13:40:35 EST

This one, the latest and lastest of the yellow jackets, has been posted before
	but I'll post it anyway.

			The Tatoo


	I have waited long to do this thing
	have her etched upon my skin
	it is fitting she should sting.

	This insect goes where I have been
	my yellow jacket from within.
	She is familiar with the pain.

	The man with needle I hear him sing
	he prints her form upon my skin
	it is fitting that she stings.

	I doubt I'll do this again
	sitting carefull, to hold still
	I am familiar with the pain.

	He says this hurts too much just say something
	I'll stop if you need a break;  I nod
	it is fitting that this stings.

	He's finished now; puts down his pen
	on reddened skin inspects his work.
	It is fitting that this stings.
	I am familiar with the pain.


Jean Ann Bolliger
August 31, 1992
From: bu016@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Zita Marie Evensen)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: tea
Date: 6 Jan 1993 14:28:27 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


        
     jasmine-scented garden
     butterflies' social hour ...
     listen to them chatter.

            ***

zita maria evensen
c1992, may 15


-- 
........................................................................
.. space is not a measure of distance ...
                                           --- st exupery
.........................................................................
From: lichter@oahu.cs.ucla.edu (Michael I. Lichter)
Subject: Re: is nice 
Organization: UCLA, Computer Science Department
Date: Tue, 12 Jan 93 04:49:21 GMT

mteodoro@sumax.seattleu.edu (Mercutio of Verona) writes:

	[slice from his "satirical C&C"]

		meaningful is nice
		political statements is nice
		meaningful is nice
		increasingly overt angry-young-man political statements is
		
		easy is nice
		trite is nice
		easy is nice
		trite is

hey, you violated the form!  ("Increasingly ...").  the "is nice" was 
meant to be ...  i mean i was playing with an overused phrase, but is
that what you're calling "trite"?  anyway, if i wanted to mock me i
think i would have varied it a little more:

	repetition is boring
	to be is boring
	repetition is boring
	to be is

	boring
	boring
	boring
	is damn boring

but keep on posting, son ;)

michael
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From: alk4@ellis.uchicago.edu (Alex L. Karan)
Subject: Ce n'est pas
Reply-To: alk4@midway.uchicago.edu
Organization: University of Chicago Computing Organizations
Date: Mon, 11 Jan 1993 04:11:22 GMT


Ce n'est pas
-------------



In a museum 
the masses gazed 
at a photograph 
of a red fire hydrant.

On the street
in front of the museum,
the red fire hydrant
mostly ignored.

When the museum 
caught on fire,
the photograph
was extinguished.

In its place,
a photograph 
of the museum 

on fire.

 

Alex L. Karan

(of course, if it makes you live anything, let me know)
From: hjanules@hamp.hampshire.edu
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: poem-academics-critiques please
Date: 9 Jan 93 14:25:28 EDT
Organization: Hampshire College
NNTP-Posting-Host: hamp.hampshire.edu

To answer your question, 
	In my humble opinion, I am not fond of the poem you posted because it
sounds predominantly like prose.  As my mentor Andrew Salkey would say, poems
must be rich with imagistic language.  Your poem is a rather dark one, that
indicates your disgust with life, but does not explain why life is "despair
101".  What does one learn in such a class?  The last half of the poem becomes
rather abstract.  A poem should not be so simple as to spoonfeed the reader
your message, yet it should not alienate the reader as well.

These are just my opinions.  I'm new to the net, so you will soon have
opportunity to rip into my stuff.
From: bu016@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Zita Marie Evensen)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: bogus  / z.
Date: 12 Jan 1993 13:03:25 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



           bogus

i know ... you know
you don't have to tell me:
"don't you know anything?"

nth century lit?
you know all about what?
age of what?
invectiveness?
does that mean meanness?
geez,  *you* know everything.
(or it is sheesh?)

wow! keats!
and milton, too?
was it he who said
'i'd rather rule in hell
than serve in heaven' ?
dryden, too?
who else ... planck,
heisenberg ... huygens?
how'd he get in  there?

oh, you are certainly with it.
you are taking me for  a ride
in your 500sl.
need my shades and touring cap?
oohhh! you are so hollywood.
(sigh)

tell me ...
what 
do you know
about
truth?

       ***

c1992, dec 21
..........

thanks to michael lichter for telling me about southern california. 
reminded me about this poem i wrote last year. it was written for fun.
crits and comments appreciated.
z.

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From: marek@casbah.acns.nwu.edu (Marek Lugowski)
Subject: go to bed, you surly critter: a lullaby / Marek (1992)
Organization: Northwestern University, Evanston Illinois.
Date: Sat, 9 Jan 1993 11:06:12 GMT

 
                go to bed, you surly critter: a lullaby
                -------------------------------------------------------------
 
                go to bed, you surly critter
                and sleep tight.
 
                i have a splitting headache
                and can't put up a fight
                you deserve.
 
                go to bed, you sorry excuse for a friend.
                we will make amends tomorrow
                with our plastic humor.
 
                this does nothing for my sorrow
                that only sleep can soothe.
 
 
                        Marek Lugowski
                        25 October 1992
                        Chicago, Illinois
From: jstc_ss@troi.cc.rochester.edu (j. collins)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: poem:  fear (C&C welcome)
Date: 11 Jan 93 14:51:49 GMT
Organization: University of Rochester - Rochester, New York

here is something I wrote.  To quiet the many critics out there, I want to
let you know that yes my poetry is devoid of images, but lately I have been
writing poetry based on my emotions.  I agree that imagry would help.  Well
read and enjoy and let me know what you all think.


    fear

you made me feel
you gave me love
you offered me hope

you gave me all
all but what I asked
I wanted a chance

there were moments
moments of temptation
when I had that chance

but they were all fleeting
just like your feelings
I still crave a chance

but not from you
the lies, the deceptions
were too much for me

I still care, I still feel
but I do not trust
I can not trust

for I fear your hatred
I fear your anger
most of all I fear you

1/10/92

peace,
-justin
 <jstc_ss@troi.cc.rochester.edu>
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: ekankaan@kaira.hut.fi (Eero Kankaanp{{)
Subject: darling buds
Organization: Rosa Rugosa 
           nursery, for You
 
   take a nap on my lap dear
   rest as you walk on butterfly meadow
   sip that grass hopper chorus
   adventure anywhere
   but do come back.
Date: Tue, 5 Jan 1993 21:51:38 GMT

   i wouldn't mind
      
   maybe gallop,
   my four lucky ones beating the ground,
   absentmindedly grandiose.
   eating blades with little grace
   and those cute darling buds of may.
   wouldn't i call it a day.
   grazy me.

    dentally

 roses are and violets were
 but silence is golden
 and so is my pen.
 now there.
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From: arwen@athena.mit.edu (Lorelei)
Subject: "there is a place"
Organization: Massachusetts Institute of Technology
Date: Sat, 9 Jan 1993 16:26:43 GMT



There is a place deep in the wood
Where she still walks in black-green shade,
But most who seek the forest's heart
Find only a sunlight-dappled glade.

Few speak of the room in an ivory palace
With banners of silk and a golden floor
Where angels stand with flaming swords
And gently, firmly, bar the last door.

This far--and no more.
From: satan@bigwpi.WPI.EDU (mMaEtYtER)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: This is not a hint (C&C welcome)
Date: 6 Jan 1993 18:07:30 GMT
Organization: Worcester Polytechnic Institute
NNTP-Posting-Host: bigwpi.wpi.edu

In article <1993Jan6.085629.28903@ugle.unit.no> gardabr@unix1 (Gard Eggesbo Abrahamsen) writes:
>
>                       This is not a hint
>==========================================
>                       Don't talk
>                       don't listen
>                       don't wait
>                       don't hope
>                       don't think
>                       just do it!
>                      =======================================================
>                                     GEA January 6. 1993
>


kinda sounds like a nike commercial/ad

-- 
*******************************************************************************
* satan@wpi *Preacher or poet who was it wrote Give any one species too much 
*           *rope And they'll fuck it up.    - Roger Waters   
*******************************************************************************
From: zola@hardy.u.washington.edu ()
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: Li-young Lee: This Hour and What is Dead
Date: 10 Jan 1993 10:39:38 GMT
Organization: University of Washington, Seattle
NNTP-Posting-Host: hardy.u.washington.edu





thank you very much for typing this.
Lee is one of my very very favorite poets.

-Rebecca

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From: ralph@wixer.cactus.org (Ralph Cherubini)
Subject: Poem--But I must
Organization: Real/Time Communications
Date: Sun, 10 Jan 93 22:58:46 GMT


                        But I must

I didn't want to tell you this
it is very hard for me
harder still is coming for you
but I must
you are wearing the wrong life
it doesn't suit you
all gray and earnest
has too little fun in it
for you
not me
I think you forgot your choices
when you first donned it
it now clings to you like some dark sallow skin
there are other fashions in the closet of your being
I'll stay if you like
as you work open the door...



-- 
ralph@wixer.cactus.org
cactus.org!wixer!ralph
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From: bu016@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Zita Marie Evensen)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: cookie    / z.
Date: 5 Jan 1993 15:25:21 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



         cookie


michael jackson is
a white chocolate covered oreo ...
sweet music
with soul.

     ***

zita maria evensen
c1992, jan 5


-- 
........................................................................
.. space is not a measure of distance ...
                                           --- st exupery
.........................................................................
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From: gardabr@unix1 (Gard Eggesbo Abrahamsen)
Subject: Re: This is not a hint (C&C welcome)
Organization: KJAKAH productions
X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.1 PL6]
Date: Thu, 7 Jan 93 09:41:43 GMT

Zita Marie Evensen (bu016@cleveland.Freenet.Edu) wrote: 
> In a previous article, gardabr@unix1 (Gard Eggesbo Abrahamsen) says:
> 
> >
> >                       This is not a hint
> >==========================================
> >                       Don't talk
> >                       don't listen
> >                       don't wait
> >                       don't hope
> >                       don't think
> >                       just do it!
> >                      ======================================================
> >                                     GEA January 6. 1993
> >
> >
> Vil du skrive pa Norsk,  vaere sa snill ?
> 
> z.
> 
> 
                          Dette er ikkje eit raad
==================================================
                          Ikkje snakk
                          ikkje lytt
                          ikkje vent
                          ikkje vona
                          ikkje grubla
                          berre gjer det!
                         ======================================================
                                        GEA 7. Januar 1993

U're right! This is nynorsk (new Norwegian, which is mostly used in the western
parts of the country), and not bokmaal (the older version of Norwegian, which
really is a mixture of REAL Norwegian and Danish). Bon apetit (my email box
is hungry (hint! hint!))

       ______
      /      \  <== This is a self portrait.
     |  O  O  |
====OOO======OOO=============================================================
= Gard Eggesboe Abrahamsen                         PO Box 5061, Larsgaarden =
= Gard.Abrahamsen@mrih.no                             6021 Aalesund, Norway =
= "Don't ask me what I'm feeling. Finger me. It's greatly appreciated."     =
=                                           (Gard Eggesboe Abrahamsen 1993) =
=============================================================================
     /  \  /  \                      finger address ==> ga@samson.mrih.no
     \__/  \__/ <== Shoe size 42...
^'`^'`^'`^'`^'`^'`^'`^'`^'`^'`^'`^'`^'`^'`^'`^'`^'`^'`^'`^'`^'`^'`^'`^'`^'`^'
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From: sheilah@wam.umd.edu (Danny-Boy)
Subject: affordable books
Organization: University of Maryland, College Park
Date: Fri, 8 Jan 1993 16:48:23 GMT

Yesterday I visited Europa Books, a bookstore in Austin.
In the poetry section, I found some books by Kenneth Patchen.
very affordable.

for example, I bought "In Quest of Candlelighters" for only $1.95
This is great if you are on a student budget.
The publishing company is New Directions.

"New Directions Books are published for James Laughlin
by New Directions Publishing Corporation
333 Sixth Avenue, New York 10014"

Enjoy.

Perhaps I could ask for a catalogue, and find other affordable books.

Also, Dover has printed "Songs of Innocence" and "Songs of Experience"
Wm. Blake, for $3.95 with facsimiles of Blake's color plates.
All of the plates are pictured in the first section, the text in the last.
-- 
I am always wrong. Don't believe me ever.
stark raving sane  sheilah@wam.umd.edu
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From: ralph@wixer.cactus.org (Ralph Cherubini)
Subject: Poem--My oh my
Organization: Real/Time Communications
Date: Mon, 11 Jan 93 16:41:46 GMT


                                My oh my

                My oh my
                love
                in mourning
                for her life
                unto death
                parted from her dear self
                by the years
                in which they grew distant
                lessons mean and small
                covering her with doubts
                worn now
                like a shroud
                as if it were the
                latest
                fashion...


-- 
ralph@wixer.cactus.org
cactus.org!wixer!ralph
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From: ralph@wixer.cactus.org (Ralph Cherubini)
Subject: Poem--I hope
Organization: Real/Time Communications
Date: Sun, 10 Jan 93 02:35:33 GMT


                        I hope

She told me I talked in my sleep
unlike when I am awake
what did I say?
she said
I said
I am with Ruth
I hope Ruth is good to be with
because I haven't met her
yet.






-- 
ralph@wixer.cactus.org
cactus.org!wixer!ralph
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From: marek@casbah.acns.nwu.edu (Marek Lugowski)
Subject: Re: American Romantic
Organization: Northwestern University, Evanston Illinois.
Date: Mon, 11 Jan 1993 18:00:36 GMT

In article <412@uiunix.ui.org> donz@uiunix.ui.org (Don Zirilli) writes:

>Point of Order!
>
>This poem is not "ungrammatical".  What you mention here is the difference 
>between a complete sentence and a noun phrase.  If this were prose, a 
>sentence would be expected.  But it is not prose.  Alex's poems are poems.
>That's one reason I like them.

Implication being that sone other persons' poems aren't poems.  You're
turning into an uncharitable wench, darlink.
  
>...You flinch at shadows--and you build houses on 
>sand because you think it is cement and it will dry eventually.
...
>Posthumous O'Toole, Defender of the Realm

Don, take your Punch-and-Judy show to a nearest Society for the Creative
Anachronism shindig and shtoop somone with a wooden sword.  Then call it a
Renaisance Fair.  You are certainly now writing to annoy, just as you have
always flamed but maintained that you do not.  ...still going...  the
energizer post-hummus (spread the good feelin') bunny...

				-- Marek
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From: moh2@quads.uchicago.edu (Kateri/Mary Anne)
Subject: Re: that damned o'toole selective seeing
Keywords: stop in the name of love
Reply-To: moh2@midway.uchicago.edu
Organization: University of Chicago
Date: Mon, 4 Jan 1993 20:53:27 GMT

In article <400@uiunix.ui.org> donz@uiunix.ui.org (Don Zirilli) writes:
>In article <1i8sbaINNk3e@shelley.u.washington.edu> zola@u.washington.edu writes:
>It is not enough that
>>he wants to be a poet with a capital white-blousy-byron-shirt, the spheres
>>must also sing of his glory.   
>
>I really would like a shirt like that, and a rakish hat to go with it...

He doesn't have the shirt!
How can you claim to be a real poet without a Cyrano de Bergerac
shirt???
(esp. those of us not blessed with big noses...)

Postie, you obviously haven't been going to enough Renaissance
Faires...*I* have a white-blousy-byron-shirt....and I substituted a
black biker's cap for the rakish ones....but you can get them there,
complete with white plume feather.

 - Mary Anne
-- 
i thank you God for most this amazing
day:  for the leaping greenly spirits of the trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes		 - e.e.cummings
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: alk4@ellis.uchicago.edu (Alex L. Karan)
Subject: Into Snow
Reply-To: alk4@midway.uchicago.edu
Organization: University of Chicago Computing Organizations
Date: Sat, 9 Jan 1993 07:23:03 GMT

Into Snow
----------


In the snow
that will fall

the tearing words
that didn't cover

will glitter.




Alex L. Karan
From: bu016@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Zita Marie Evensen)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: This is not a hint (C&C welcome)
Date: 7 Jan 1993 05:22:36 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


In a previous article, gardabr@unix1 (Gard Eggesbo Abrahamsen) says:

>
>                       This is not a hint
>==========================================
>                       Don't talk
>                       don't listen
>                       don't wait
>                       don't hope
>                       don't think
>                       just do it!
>                      =======================================================
>                                     GEA January 6. 1993
>
>
Vil du skrive pa Norsk,  vaere sa snill ?

z.


-- 
........................................................................
.. space is not a measure of distance ...
                                           --- st exupery
.........................................................................
Organization: Psychology, Carnegie Mellon, Pittsburgh, PA
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Date: Fri,  8 Jan 1993 17:44:34 -0500 
From: "Kathleen A. Rafferty" <kr22+@andrew.cmu.edu>
Subject: 3 am in the city of brotherly love

3 am in the city of brotherly love

alone
with chocolate-covered
rapture
waiting up
until the dawn-horse rides,
my knight 
on his back.

i wait alone;
my friends are sleeping.

my racist friends.

friends who drink in motoroil,
while i drink of the champagne sky.

friends who lust for big houses
licked by laura ashley,
while i crave cozy cottages
kissed by dr. seuss.

they long for the gadgety-things,
beeping and brrumming in the dens 
of sharper images
to play with
other grownups,
because these toys 
will 
make them
happy.

i long for my simple pogostick,
vaulting me into the highclouds 
of skyland
to sleep with 
you, 
because cloudkissing
will 
make us
happy.

when we 
grow up,
we will be
children 
again
and the toys of the world
will crawl
at our feet,
tickling our toes
as we play.

_______________________

this was written after visiting old college friends, the chasm more
apparent than ever... and after having seen the movie "toys" upon their
insistence - the film's one redeeming quality (ok, besides a
watered-down version of robin williams' genius) was the ultimate message
that "joy and innocence" should prevail.. a tough task indeed in this
great ole' society of ours.

anyway, any suggestions would be most welcomed and appreciated.

kathy rafferty
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From: moh2@quads.uchicago.edu (Kateri/Mary Anne)
Subject: Re: One more gem from Tagore
Reply-To: moh2@midway.uchicago.edu
Organization: University of Chicago
Distribution: usa
Date: Thu, 7 Jan 1993 22:32:02 GMT

[Tagore poem about Krishnakali....relevant lines include speaker
claiming that he does not care how dark she is, for he has seen the
dark girl's eyes]

What I found fascinating about  this poem, is the incredibly Indian
viewpoint, one which I wonder whether Westerners, lacking that
viewpoint, would perceive.

Specifically, the pejorative sense in which 'dark', referring to
complexion is used throughout South Asia; where the most desirable and
beautiful girls and generally those who are 'fair'.

I was shocked when my cousin was born.  The first thing they asked was
if it was a boy or a girl.  On learning that it was a girl,
condolences were offered (this is in America!), and then they asked if
she was fair or dark.  Luckily, she was fair, and only then was the
mother congratulated.

Do Westerners, reading Tagore's poem, gain any sense of how far the
speaker is stepping outside his culture to say that he doesn't care
how dark she is?  It transforms the cliche about dark eyes, because it
discards the 'normal' concepts of beauty.

Fascinating.

 - Mary Anne
-- 
i thank you God for most this amazing
day:  for the leaping greenly spirits of the trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes		 - e.e.cummings
From: marek@casbah.acns.nwu.edu (Marek Lugowski)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: Instead
Date: 5 Jan 93 17:06:52 GMT
Organization: Northwestern University, Evanston Illinois.

In article <402@uiunix.ui.org> donz@uiunix.ui.org (Don Zirilli) writes:
>
>		Instead of Growing Old With You
>		----------------------------------------------
>
>
>		I wish my lips to touch your eye
>		Where flowers I placed in your hair
>		Who bargain for shadows that lie
>		On your face would not their darkness dare.

Remarkably bad piece of writing.  Are you mocking someone or is this
sincere?  Pending answer I leave listing the (obvious) flaws to fellow
rappers.  More generally -- why write just to annoy?  Surely one can write
to annoy in style? :)

				-- Marek
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