From: alam@ucsu.Colorado.EDU (the wild one)
Subject: Re: Feelings, love, passion and context analysis
Keywords: poem
Organization: University of Colorado, Boulder
Date: Thu, 17 Dec 1992 08:28:40 GMT

r3po@spectrx.saigon.com (r3po) writes:

>PS: sorry for wasting bandwidth, but i post on impulse (and sometimes
>    on the net too!). can someone come up with a more meaningless
>    poem than this....
i never write meaningless poems.they may not rhyme.they may not make sense
to any1 else but hey thats life.live w/ it:)
all of these were written between july25th&aug5th.       .Afshan.



In Contention

When they talk about bondage
Not 'of human bondage'
But where they have, you know
Reinforced Titanium Handcuffs
And masters in abundance;
Do they mean kisses can be harnesses?
Maybe they dont.  But I do.
Feeling as I do
held still by yours.
Perhaps soon I will
Miss you as I miss them(the kisses,not the people silly:))



You fascinate me

Why do people always choose me
For their psychology experiments?
No that's a victim's attitude.
You should instead feel
(can you tell people what to feel)
That they are so fascinated
they will invent anything to know you.
Even that they love.
This is just a getting to know you thing
Breaking the ice you know
(already thinned by all those skating across
or even right through:))
After a while you don't even notice.



Codependency

As they struggled on up their first mountain
She took his hand   
As they reached the top of that their first mountain
He kept her hand 
Many hours past as they stumbled back down they thought
It had brought them closer together.
Many mountains past as they hiked their separate ways they
Wished it hadn't.


codependency (the new,improved version: -))

And regarding the poem Codependency?:
>Interesting, the first letters of each line *almost* spell your name ;^o (moo).
:-).btw what's moo?
Totally a fluke:-).I never noticed that!But now that u mention it:-)
(i can't do this with my last name but the first name seems to fall right in:)

As they struggled on up their first mountain
First together you know, they had tackled higher alone before
She took his hand
He held on as they cleared the top.
As they stumbled down it  many long hours past
Not noticing the hand still held in hand

They thought it had brought them closer.
Many mountains past, saying lighthearted goodbyes
They were each wondering how they had ever climbed alone
And wishing they had broken their hands ere holding the other's
They were both wondering if they would ever climb again..

>You give no sense of urgency, that a true codependant would feel about their
>separate ways. You bring to me a sense of longing, but certainly not the
>kind of preoccupation that a codependant would feel... Just an observation.
I think I see what you mean. Does the new version do justice?



rambles in the rain, & wind

i like to walk in the rain
when it's not raining,
but pouring u know.
i like to draw
lovers. they r easy
to please. everything is beautiful
to them. perhaps beauty is in the state
of the beholder's mind? 
i wonder what color the sky is on their heads
when it rains. not grey surely?
on windy days i like to fly
kites. they don't seem to mind
microbursts, u know as planes do.



Misunderstood

If you thought I left because I saw you
Then you may think again, and in vain.
I left because I didn't, see you that is.
It will not happen again.



sinking rats (not stinking : ) )

Why do rats desert a sinking ship
if they can't swim. (oh but people can.
swim you know. i wonder if you have tried swimming
across an ocean in the height of the storm).
And why does that indicate cowardice
and not stupidity.
in the navy.



>>>From you, I would need an ode glorifying my toes.  (also, work on your
>> Afshan. r u gonna give me info re. the glorious toes or do i have to work
>> entirely in the dark? 
>> 
>My toes:
>
>-are similar to my fingers, but shorter.
>-have trouble fitting into cowboy boots.
>-don't always smell so good.
>-are much like most people's toes, except they have the privilege of being
>attached to me (which afforded them a foot's eye view of the land of the
>dead, etc.)

an ode to your toad, er toes.

u should write poetry barefoot
more often. i like your toes.
they do not boast particular
beauty. you'd never advertise
for barefootedly kickstarting 
harleys. by your own admission
they refuse to get into cowboy boots
(lucky you live on the E coast)
they smell,at times,much like toes (do)
(i've learnt to live with this:).
they do not complain you know
as your mouth does sometimes
not finding my kisses to your taste.
they do not twitch as your nose
does when you lie. (did you know
that?). when you lie i prefer not
to know. yes your lying makes a coward
of me. they do not analyse my actions
(as i do not analyse theirs) like
your mind is doing right now.
they walked brave into the land of the dead
(if your toes turn around so do you)
and they brought you back. that's why
i like them so(mewhat). toes are
important you know. Even if you don't
polish your toenails. (do you?) besides
nailpolish possibly tastes awful.
you should wear sandals more.
i like to see them (your toes don't you know:)
wiggle when i am around??