Entry : 3004 (20578 words)
Author : Ulrick Antoine Demey <9398>
Category: Sent <3>
Subject : VOLUME 3, 1-POETRY OF . OTHER PEOPLE3;*
Written : 04/22/96.06:47pm

Subject : 1- poetry of other People Volume 3
Written : 02/24/96.03:31pm


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Date: Tue, 14 Nov 1995 15:12:27 -0500 (EST)
From: Peter N. Podloski
To: humor -- Anthony Podloski ,
Subject: Twas the night.....on the Army base


Twas the Night Before Christmas at Ft. Campbell

Twas the night before Christmas,
and all over post
everybody was speeding,
and all loved to boast.

As they sped out the gates,
they shouted with glee,
"The MPs are slow,
they'll never catch me."

With my book full of tickets,
and radar in hand,
I set out to write
every knob in the land.

I scratched my forehead,
and pondered a bit,
Texas and Chaffee
is where I would sit.

I'd no sooner set up,
and tested the gun
when I heard the whining
of the faithful K-1.

Then 20, then 30, then 40,
then more,
I reached for the radio,
"Stop outbound Gate 4."

With my blue lights a flashing,
I raced towards the gate
in hopes that I
would not be too late

As I pulled in behind it,
I stared with dismay.
The guys at the gate
had stopped a red sleigh.

I bit my lip,
as I said with a sneer,
"traffic stop...gate four,
....on nine tiny deer."

He was a jolly fat man,
dressed all in red,
with empty beer cans
piled up in his sled.

His nose was bright red,
his eyes twinkled a bit,
it was not hard to tell
that Santa was lit!

"Santa, you've got no license
for your sleigh or your deer.
Step out of the sled
and move to the rear."

He failed every test,
then did he fuss,
with a mouth like a sailor,
he started to cuss.

He was cursing at me,
and cursing at others,
and then made a comment concerning my mother.

"Santa," I said,
"You don't deserve any slack
put your hands on the trunk
and walk your feet back."

He started to boil
and then acted tough
so we spun him around
and slapped on the cuffs.

As I cuffed him
I heard him say to himself,
"You're just hassling me
because I'm an elf."

Kicking and fighting
we threw him in back,
impounded his sleigh
and took his reindeer to SAC.

When we got to the station,
he was raising all hell
and it shook the whole building
when he was thrown in the cell.

He wanted a lawyer
and he blew a two-four
and then Mrs. Claus
showed up at the door.

He left with his wife,
in a very quiet way,
and we gave him back
his deer and the sleigh.

The news would soon spread,
all over the land,
about the night at Ft. Campbell,
when Santa got slammed.

And I was the bad guy,
some people would say
for stopping the old elf
in his bright crimson sleigh.

And I heard him shout
as they drove out of sight,
"Don't expect any toys
under your tree tonight!"
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/--..___/--.. Peter N.F. Podloski
../.. O o /../ upnp@sunyit.edu upnp@meow.csci.sunyit.edu
( o ) SUNY Institute of Technology at Utica/Rome
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Author : Mary Suzanne
Subject : A Poem
Written : 11/17/95.01:13pm

Choices

If allowed to love only one
Then I choose that there be none
For I would have to blind my eyes
And even memories of you deny

My ears could hear no waterfalls
Or respond to a sweet childs calls
And I would always have to state
My loves before you were mistakes

But none of that was ever true
So I cannot give my love to you.


Mary Sue

Author : Pallas Athena <16594>
Category: Revalations <6>
Subject : Mindless Thoughts
Written : 11/21/95.10:23am

Colors spin, sparkle
Going down, going up
Side to side
Around in circles
Making boxes
Making squares
Ever changing
Never the same
Always the same
Always different

Music spin, sparkling
Going down, going up
Side to side
Around in circles
Making boxes
Making squares
Ever changing
Never the same
Always the same
Always different

Such is life
The game
The play
The hopes
The fears
Changing shapes
Drifting
Spinning

Hope and fear
Love and hate
Making squares
Making boxes
See the difference
See the sameness
Never ending
Never stopping
Hope to die
Yet to live

Sleep the sleep
Of a thousand years
Color mingle
As to touch
Yet separate
From the bunch
Years of sorrow
Words to come
As music
Upon your finger tips.

Pam Skiles Though I walk in this world
16594@ef.gc.maricopa.edu My eyes are opened to learn
Glendale Community College Of love and life for one,
Glendale, Arizona And peace and joy the others.
I pray thee to help me learn of these.

Author : Pallas Athena <16594>
Category: Crazy places your hormones take you <12>
Subject : Alone
Written : 11/21/95.10:06am

*sighs*

So here I sit
Lost in time
And space
Dreaming of the
Day I have love
Here in my arms.

All alone
So very lonely
Loved by some
Yet not wanted
By them.

Slave to none
Longing to serve
Desiring to hold
Caresses and care
For one alone.

All alone
All my life
Should be use to it
But I am
A slave to love
And have none.

So here I sit
Lost in time
And space
Dreaming of the
Day that I have
Love here in my arms
Yet knowing
It will never happen.

Pam Skiles Though I walk in this world
16594@ef.gc.maricopa.edu My eyes are opened to learn
Glendale Community College Of love and life for one,
Glendale, Arizona And peace and joy the others.
I pray thee to help me learn of these.


Author : Pallas Athena <16594>
Category: Mindless drivel to be deleted <2>
Subject : Man of Mystery
Written : 11/21/95.06:47pm

Man of myster let me know you.
Let me get close to you.
Express yourself, let your inter-most
Feeling be exposed/
Feel free to cry, laugh, get angry
In front of me.
If you become afrid, tired, or
Want to give up, it's alright.
I will not turn my back on you.

Man of mystery let me know you.
Let is become of one mind,
Joining to become one being.
Knowing of each others goals,
Likes, dislikes, and fears.
Forgiving each others past mistakes
Then forgetting them, never to
Bring tjem up again.

Man of mystery, let me know you.
In a way no one else knows you,
And I will let you do the same to me.
We'll will learn about each othr, inside out.
Reaching deep within our souls,
Touching each others spirits.
Man of mystery let me know you.


Author : [BoX] third base <40907>
Subject : doesn't make cents
Written : 11/20/95.07:35pm

i saw you doing it Nun

you lye and dye
you ryhme with crime
and you shall pay
oh yes...on day
and then we shall see
why hotdogs don't pee


Author : Pallas Athena
Subject : Magic
Written : 11/21/95.09:23pm

I run in and I run out like the wind.

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You say you want PASSION!!!
You say you want SEX!!!
Just close your eyes
And let me work
My magic

But don't blink,
Or I'll be gone.
And the only magic
That will be left is
The one that works
Inside your mind


Author : Pallas Athena <16594>
Category: Prophetic visions of the cataclysmic end <63>
Subject : This Day And Age
Written : 11/21/95.07:28pm


In this day of baby selling,
Killing fellow mankind.
I wonder how could we
Have turned so stupid.

Pollution, injustice, and war
Rule our planet.
Greed, hate, and envy
Rule our souls.

The time has come to
Get things right.
Things of what we are
Leaving our children.
When did we lose our values?
Our goals?

Our generation was going
To set the world straight.
Clean up the world,
Stamp out hate and
Bring in love,
Save the animals
Were our battle cries.
Where did they go?

We have sold our souls
For all that glitters
All that shines.

We look down our noses
At the younger generation
The same way we were looked at.
I wonder why?

Don't you see our old
Values in them?
I hope and pray that
This generation doesn't
Turn its back on their beliefs.

And maybe, if we are lucky
The world will become
A better place to live.


Author : Taz <81250>
Category: This category doesn't suck <13>
Subject : Denny's Experience Part II
Written : 11/23/95.06:16pm

The moment you have all been waiting for......


The Denny's Experience
Part II

We had gone to the break, and had a blast,
We went to Denny's and sat on our ass.
We took all teir tables, laughing a bit.
The manager came in, and about took a shit.
We had to wait for 45 minutes, the cook was stalled.
Our waiter was dumb, boring, rude and bald.
He took our orders, and got all screwed up.
Derrick brought J.I.B., while James froze a cup.
The manager was pissed, and made Derrick leave.
They didn't catch him quick enough, he probably had to heave.
That place is hell, the service was bad.
If you get angry quick, you'll definitely get mad.
No chess, or checkers. Parcheesi or Risk.
If you play these games, you'll die realy quick.
So be forewarned travellers nigh....
The people at Denny's smoke crack to get high.
-Taz


Author : PATA the ManChild <114577>
Category: singing lampshades <89>
Subject : RESIST
Written : 11/22/95.01:02pm

Start with a song
The cotton is gone
Sililoqoy goes on
Look to the mirror
Only a stranger
Stares at me
Through the iridescant eyes
Of a girl I once knew
I love everything about you
I just don't love you.


ManChild, PATA the...


Author : Mary Suzanne
Subject : Poem
Written : 11/21/95.08:15pm

Thoughts

I do not think I want a lover
Or new sunsets to discover

What I prefer is the steady face
Of Friendship's kiss and warm embrace

For that I would exchange a lover
For he would soon be just another

But Friendships last and bring the light
To Worth's deep promise in the night.


Mary Sue


Author : Aqualung <76766>
Category: A new world order <60>
Subject : thanksgiving is depressing for so many
Written : 11/23/95.08:34pm

On the way back from the Zoo today (yes, it was open ... the animals have
to eat every day, it seems), I bought a Grapevine from a guy on the corner
of Dunlap and the freeway. I only had 50 cents (I would have given him
more if I had some) and gave it to him and wished him "Happy
Thanksgiving." As he turned away, he mumbled under his breath "Yeah,
right." Then the light turned green and I drove off. And I felt sad.
Not guilty, but sad. Sad for all the people that don't have as much as I
do. And I started thinking socialist thoughts. And I mentally divided
the gross economic output of all the combined countries of the world and
divided that mind-boggling number by the even larger mind-boggling number
of people inhabiting this planet. And came to the conclusion that we
either need fewer people or a higher percentage of productive people.
There isn't enough money to go around. Period. So I do what I can. I
can live with that.

On page four of the paper I bought from this guy is a poem that reminded
me of welby in many ways ...


THE MASHED POTATO THEORY

Dip your hand into mashed potatoes
For everyone knows that mashed potatoes
Are like poor folks, or so this analogy goes
Now squeeze the potatoes with the power
Of a repressive government
Make them conform, restrict their freedom
Until their resistance is spent
Extruded from each crevice
Forced out of every crack
From restrictions made by government
The underground is back
There now seems to be more potatoes
On the out than on the in
And if the revolution starts you know
The hand is gonna win
Now for every potato in the pot
Add at least one gun
Mixing guns and mashed potatoes
Is only half the fun
Scoop up a great big hand full
With the barrel sticking out
Then squeeze until your hand hurts
And soon you will have no doubt
That government repression can't succeed
A take over can't be done
Freedom is what we're insuring
If the potatoes all have guns


Sarge Lintecum
Juanuary 14, 1994



Aqualung


Author : Pallas Athena <16594>
Subject : Changes
Written : 11/25/95.04:47pm

If I could do my life over again
What would I change?

Would it be:
The years of abuse from my sister and mother
The years of being the lsughing stock at school
The abuse given to me by my first husband
The many men I had after that marriage died
The rape I recieved by someone I cared for
The depression and PMS I suffers during my second
marriage which caused it to fail
The one night stand which meant nothing to me
The third marriage to a man who didn't love me
or I him

What would I change?

Nothing!!

For each has taught me something:
The years of abuse has helped me feel for the children
who are unloved, those born and unborn
The abuse from my first husband has taught me how to feel
for other women whose husbands beat them
The man men and the one night stand taught me to be
understanding to those who are lonely
The rape taught me to feel the pain and anguish of those
who are being raped or were raped, whether they
are young or old
The depression and PMS taight me to feel sympathetic to
those who suffer from Mental Illness
The failure of my second marriage taught me to feel for
those who fail through no fault of their own
My third marriage taught me what it was like to marry for
love of money not for love as it should be

Besides because of the first and third marriage, the rape, and the one
night stand; I have four beautiful living children. And because of the
second marriage I have two beautiful children waiting for me in Heaven.

No, no matter how hard my life has been I have learned a great deal and
for that I would change nothing.

What would you change in your life if you could?


Subj: wishing_you_were_here

Sleepless hours and creepless nights and far aways
Ooo ooo ooo, wishing you were here
Heaven knows and lord it shows when I'm away
Ooo ooo ooo, wishing you were here

Same old show in a different town on another day
Ooo ooo ooo, wishing you were here
Even though you're far away, you're on my mind
Ooo ooo ooo, wishing you were here

And I'd like to change my life, and you know I would
Just to be with you tonight, baby, if I could
But I've got my job to do, and I do it well,
Change my life) So I guess that's how it is.

Ooo ooo ooo, wishing you were here
Ooo ooo ooo, wishing you were here

On the road it's a heavy load, but I'll be by
Ooo ooo ooo, wishing you were here
Pay the price, make a sacrifice, and still I'll try
Ooo ooo ooo, wishing you were here


Author : NOMAD <43797>
Category: Amanda Queen of Drivel <20>
Subject : FLAKES
Written : 11/29/95.01:32pm

Did someone say poetry??


I am a moron & this is my wife,
she's frosting a cake with a paper knife,
all that we got is American made,
it's a little bit cheezy but nicely displayed.
We don't get excited when it crumbles & breaks,
we just get on the phone & call up some FLAKES.
They rush on over & wreck it somemore,
& we are so dumb they're lining up at our door.

Well my toilet went crazy yesterday afternoon,
the plumer he says never flush a tampoon,
This great information cost half a weeks pay,
& the toilet blew up later on the next day.

There are millions & millions,they're coming to get ya,
they're protected by unions so don't let it upset ya.
We've excaped the conclution that it's probably God's will,
that civilization will fly to a stand still,
& these are the people who will make it all happen,
while your children are sleeping,
your puppy is crappen.
You might call em FLAKES or something else you might coin them,
we know your so dumb that you'll probably join em.

They're coming to get ya,
they're coming to get ya.


Frank Zappa
(off Shiek Yer Booty)

Rock on, everybody, Rock on


Author : Pamela K Skiles <16594@EF.GC.MARICOPA.EDU>
Written : 11/17/95.08:41am

The questions are all asked.
But where are the answers?
You have to look to find them.


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Do you ever let someone close?
Do you let them get near?
Would you let a special spmeone,
Be part of your life?
Are you willing to try?

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When looking through some else's eyes
Look at things the way that they do.
And when it's time to see through your eyes again,
Remember how the other eyes felt.

If you should want to walk in their shoes,
Follow their hearts and their thoughts.
And when it's time to walk in your shoes again,
Remember how the other shoes felt.

This will help you love other as yourself.

Pam Skiles Though I walk in this world
16594@ef.gc.maricopa.edu My eyes are opened to learn
Glendale Community College Of love and life for one,
Glendale, Arizona And peace and joy the others.
I pray thee to help me learn of these.


Author : Pallas Athena <16594>
Category: From an empty mind <15>
Subject : Would If I Could
Written : 12/01/95.11:45am

What I would like to do
To you if I could:

Lasso the moon and give it
To you on a silver platter.
Dive into the ocean
To find the biggest pearl.
Climb the highest mountain,
Swim the widest channel,
Just to be with you.

Sit at your feet,
Be at your beck and call;
There whenever you needed
Someone to talk to.
To praise you,
To be held by me;
I'll be there.

What I would like to do
To you if I could:

The sky is the limit,
And so your imagination.

Just say when and how long.


Author : Pallas Athena <16594>
Category: From an empty mind <15>
Subject : Wishing
Written : 12/01/95.11:45am

Wishing you were near
So I could hold you;
But,
You are so far away.

Wanting to call,
To hear your voice;
But,
Fighting the desire.

Wanting to gaze into your eyes
To engrave every feature in my mind;
But,
They are closed to me.

Wanting to make love to you
Day and night till you melt;
But,
Trying to pull away from temptation.

Wishing to drive you to
The brink of sexual madness;
But,
Bring you back ever so gently.

Wishing we were ofone mind
So I could feel what you feel;
But,
We are two not one.

Wishing you feltthe same way
I feel for you;
But,
I know it is not so.

Wishing you were near
So I could hold you;
But,
You are so far away.

Maybe it is out of fear
That it will not be.
Maybe I'm not what you want
Or even need.
What ever the reason be
I will benear if you need
A friend, lover, whatever;
All you have to do is call.


From: IN%"MarySue@world.std.com" "Mary Suzanne" 30-NOV-1995 19:49:04.59

Remembrances

Awe struck night gives us the reason
For the Thought of Day's sweet treason

Anchored to a faithless sun,
Days don't last when night's begun

So seize the dawn, but keep the night
Wrapped in the glow of moonlit sight

When spirits dream and then embrace
Remembered Love from windless space

Protected by His Holy Thoughts
Angels bend us as we ought

Remember Love, from where we came
Logos within us, marks HIS name

C Ya,
Mary Sue, who will post this on free talk also,


Author : Pallas Athena <16594>
Category: Crazy places your hormones take you <12>
Subject : Speak of
Written : 12/03/95.12:45pm

Let me speak of loneliness
Let me tell you of pain
The burning desire
The darkness of the night
I know it well
For I am
Loneliness of the Deep

Deep within my prison
I long to see light
I long to feel sun
I long to hear music
Deep within my soul
I long to be touched
I long to near others
I long to be loved
But
Deep within my emptiness
I am complete alone
I am complete lost
I am complete in shadows
Deep within my cage
I am secure
I am safe
I am who I am

Let me speak of loneliness
Let me tell you of pain
The burning desire
The darkness of the night
I know it well
For I am
Loneliness of the Deep

Deep within my prison
I feel the whip
I love the chain
I desire the pain
Deep within my soul
I long for the hurt
I long for the shame
I long for the burns
Deep with my emptiness
I am fufilled with desire
I am fulfilled with alone
I am fufilled with bondage
Deep within my cage
I am who I am
I am safe
I am secure

Loneliness of the Deep
I am
I know it well
The darkness of the night
The burning desire
Let me tell you of pain
Let me speak of loneliness


Author : Thalia <17440>
Category: Who says poetry has to rhyme? <13>
Subject : Women
Written : 12/03/95.10:22pm

Women


Soft as a pillow. They are now and will forever be. Go through the times...
The 80's, the 90's. But still will stay; gentle as a dove.

Don't touch too harshly,
don't look too piercing,
don't think too rough.
Just gently caress.
Move your big, wide hands over a woman's small wrists.
Just glide your rough fingers over a smooth set of breasts!

Tell me now; how does that feel?
Does it feel so smooth like a newborn baby?

Do you feel the need to protect this beautiful being from any harm?
Her smile, her frown, her little tiny waste that could only fit in the
palm of your one hand. Her long hair that brushes up against your
scruff-filled face. Her touch that could last only you a lifetime,
because she cares so much it kills her.

Her tiny feet that fit into your shoes plus two sizes. Or is it her calves
that shape the thoughts of your mind?

She will do most anything...
Anything to be the best woman. The woman who respects you as much as
respect can be returned to herself. She'll be like a red rose, and lavish
herself in love and care. Not to mention her motherhood abilities.

Women are here. And women result in love. As womens' being is about
finding and giving love that is far more unexplainable to any being
besides herself.

To anyone else she cannot explain. This need to give, this need to love,
this desire to be a woman.


Author : Adrian
Subject : A Cave Man's Dream
Written : 12/02/95.06:43pm

There once was a man who lived in a cave.
His face was dirty; he needed a shave.
He had a dog whose names was Spot.
He had no bed, so he slept on a rock.
He was so poor, he had no food.
He had no clothes so he went around nude.

One day he went to dig for some gold.
Some people said he was foolish, some said bold.
Next thing you know, he strikes some oil.
He got so excited his blood began to boil.

Now he's living in a penthouse in Hollywood Hills.
He had so much money it would give you chills.
His dog, Spot, had his own room.
Every night he howled at the moon.
In less than a month all his money was spent.
So, back to the cave with his dog, Spot, he went.


Vampyre


Subject : torn
Written : 12/04/95.02:21pm
Author : Angela M Saylob <129577>


LOVE

I cry in the morning, afternoon, and evening.
For you darling; I am in mourning.
You went away; without a trace.
Now my heart; is an empty space.
No more tears; No more fears.
For you darling; I'll be here.
Take me away; Far away.
In this place; I'll runaway.
I am the dove; Dove, with your love.
I'm in love; Deep in love.
I wish you the same........
Cause I can't take the pain.....
In the morning; my pain turns to rain.


Raindrops falling; Clouds glowing.......
My love for you is Deeply growing.......


I LOVE YOU!!


Author : DIMPLES <129577>
Category: Day dream <36>
Subject : MY EYES
Written : 12/04/95.03:42pm




Look into my eyes
Tell me what you see.

They are clear as the sky;
but ae troubled underneath.

There is a resevoir.
It feels up periodically.
In an instant it can be drained.

A blink is as good as a dam.
The clever and the intelligent can only see........

That beyond these eyes are only, Lonely tears.........

this is another one if you want it.
Im typing a bunch Ill send them to you delete them if you want..
DIMPLES

Author : DIMPLES <129577>
Category: Mushy Love Stuff <4>
Subject : realize.
Written : 12/04/95.03:49pm

When we were together alone that night.
When you held me, so close, so tight..
In the moons soft light......
The way the rain had sounded, So cold and dangerous..
The way our hearts beat, so warm and safe.
In your arms tonight, I feel safe..
Did we mean to let it happen?
Did we mean to let our passion go?
As I lay here, watching you breath.
I realize now, how much I need and want you..
I realize now, how much I really love you....


Author : DIMPLES <129577>
Category: Mushy Love Stuff <4>
Subject : DREAMS
Written : 12/04/95.03:54pm




DREAMS


I wonder, if dreams, Ever, do come true?
I've had a few, I don't want to lose.
There's one special dream!!!
Of the day I met you...

You glanced my way, Your eyes seem to say,
"Come take my hand, and walk with me."

Through this beautiful world, of make believe..
This dream was so real, I looked back, I could see..
This beautiful rainbow.....
Then you....
Then me.....


A love bonded se deeply.
All humans could see.
A god given gift of love...For you and for me........


Author : DIMPLES <129577>
Category: Mushy Love Stuff <4>
Subject : Those eyes
Written : 12/04/95.03:58pm



When I look into your eyes I see....
Well lots of things..
Looking into your eyes is like a diamond, it blinds me in my mind...
...I hear nothing but the sound of your voice.
I see nothing but you...
...and those eyes, those bluish-grey eyes...
...They make me cry.
Maybe its love!
Well i can't explain anything else, but now, you know what I see...
When I look in your eyes.


Author : The Donosaur
Subject : Re: A Cave Man's Dream
Written : 12/03/95.09:13pm

Hmm... *sip*

>> > I'm warning you....if this sort of thing doesn't cease, I'll start sending
>> > in some of *my* poetry!!!

>
>Oh Bravo!! I thought this was Dono's. Got all the way to the end before
>seeing that this was yours Dave. I think that Dono faces a real
>challenge now. Okay, Dono ... let's hear it!

Well, okay; twist my arm.


"Ode to a Distant Penpal"

E-mail.
Intersection.
You and I.

We meet, and so we touch each other.
But not I you; not you me.
Only our gawky, awkward words,
Jarring, sparring one against another.

E-mail.
Intersection.
Road closed to true traffic.



"Five Years Late"

Standing at the door,
Faded roses in his hand,
His hair and shoes a dusty gray,
He hears a tune, but can't come close
To remembering the words.
(Something about love, he suspects,
One of the old standards.)

He knocks, and knocks again,
Awaiting an answer,
A word, a touch, a soft caress,
Anything.
But he's five years late,
The house is empty,
And she never lived there anyway.


Dono
(the sensitive, poet-type side...)


Author : Edward Nigma
Subject : bad boy
Written : 12/04/95.08:29am

another one of my high-school compositions....enjoy!

BAD BOY

There was a boy
He had a toy
He played with it
But it didnt fit
So he tried to smash
And throw it in the trash
But it came back
And it started to hack
Just like a smoker
So he said he'd choke her
He killed the toy
That bad little boy

The toy got buried
And the boy got married
He killed his wife
By taking her life
He told her "Sorry honey,
"But I need the money."
In killing her he did not fail
But that's not why he's in jail
He was sent to prison
'Cause he was caught whizzin'
On a police car
He ran but didnt get far
They caught him and sent him here
But dont worry, he'll be out in another year
Then he will kill again.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!



thank you. :)

/?????/


Author : "The sign said, 'Janitors Lounge', so they did"

Subject : final song. heh.
Written : 12/06/95.10:07pm

YESTERDAY


Yesterday,
all my finals seemed so far away.
Then I realized they start today.
Oh, how I long for yesterday.

Suddenly,
I no longer have the grade of "B".
Now it's looking closer to a "C".
Oh, finals came so suddenly.

I can
cram, although I can blow
it off today.
Come to-
morrow morn, I'll get on
my knees and pray...

Yesterday,
This was such an easy tune to play.
Now my chops are all but gone away,
My jury's a half-hour away.

What I
have to show
I don't know,
the prof won't say.
I'll spell
something wrong, or I'll bomb..
... there goes my "A"...

Yesterday.
Thought of graduating come this May.
Now it looks as though I'm here to stay,
oh, how I long for Yesterday.
----
no, I only wish I'd written it;)


Author : Pallas Athena <16594>
Category: BEAR HUG!! <12>
Subject : After
Written : 12/07/95.06:47am




Night comes:

Lighting flashing,
Opening Heaven's gates.
Dark clouds rolling in,
Like the night.
Rain pouring,
Sometimes sleet.
These I see within the sky.

Thunder roaring,
Sounding like the lion.
Children crying,
Because ot fright.
Imagination runs wild,
Monsters lurking in every corner.
These I hear within the night.



Morning comes:

Cotton Candy, elephants,
Airplanes soaring high.
Dragons, ships.
Puppy chasing kites.
Fluffy bunnies, butterflies,
Teddy bears being hugged.
These I see within the sky.

Thunder quiet,
No more lions.
Children playing,
Singing songs off key.
Monsters have
Been destoryed.
These I hear the morning after.


Author : Pallas Athena <16594>
Category: general insanity <1>
Subject : Never Say
Written : 12/07/95.08:40am

Never say "Good-bye."
Say See you later,
Adieu, aloha,
Hasta Manana,
Anything but "Good-bye."

Say Hello
Never "Good-bye."
For that is to formal,
To final.
The end of a relationship,
Not the beginning.

So say anything but "Good-bye."
Even "Sweet dreams, My love
For I will see you in mine,
Adieu.


Author : Pallas Athena <16594>
Category: From an empty mind <15>
Subject : And God Said
Written : 12/09/95.03:26am

And God Said:

Let us give her passion
And the desire to make love all the time
The need to care for
The longing to caress
The yearning to become one with another.


But let us

Never give her the one for her passion
The one to fulfill her desire
Oh she will have the kids to care for
But never shall she have
That special someone to caress
Just a long line of one night stands
Users and abusers.


And God laughed
As He always does at me


Author : Aqualung <76766>
Category: Head injury survivors of phoenix <61>
Subject : Taz and are ok ... but they hurt a lot
Written : 12/09/95.01:13am

I found this in a little used corner of my hard drive ... I thought it had
been lost for good ... actually that would have been for the best, I think.

But anyway, here's a poem from a year ago that no one liked then ... maybe
someone will like it now ... and maybe not.

It's my favorite because it's the only poetry I've ever written while
really drunk ...

And it's about ...


Goils!


What's worse than shingles,
More painful than boils?
You guys know what I'm saying;
I'm talking about goils!

You can't live without them
No matter your toils;
And you can't live with them;
There's nothing like goils!

What's worse than shingles,
More painful than boils?
You guys know what I'm saying;
I'm talking about goils!

They say that sex
Is like sowing in soils,
But the ground I like best
Is the sweet loamin' goils!

What's worse than shingles,
More painful than boils
You guys know what I'm saying;
I'm talking about goils!

Those long lovely tresses
All settled in coils
Make me slaver and drool
Over sweet little goils!

What's worse than shingles,
More painful than boils?
You guys know what I'm saying;
I'm talking about goils!

Like the ocean at sea,
The tidal swell roils.
And the sweet fishy smell
Reminds me of goils!

What's worse than shingles,
More painful than boils?
You guys know what I'm saying;
I'm talking about goils!

Wherever I go,
I have plenty of foils,
And I always need them
Wherever there's goils!

Aqualung


Author : NOMAD_THE_WANDERER <43797>
Category: Drunken Stupor <29>
Subject : The Monkey Song
Written : 12/11/95.10:44am

I doubt very seriously anyone's heard this one, it's a song my dad learned
in the navy durring WWII while on guard duty. The only time he does it is
a good indication of intoxication. It's said real fast, like an
auctioneer. Hope it intertains...

*************************************************************************
*******************The Monkey, Lion, & the Elephant**********************
********************************


The monkey told the lion
One bright sunny day
There's a big bad elephant
Down your way.

Now you and him
Can never be friends
Because when you two meet
There's going to be some bends.

And another thing my friend
I hate to say
He talks about your poor old mother
In one hell of a way.

Now I know you're rough and tough
And king of them all.
But the bigger they come
The harder they fall.

So take my advise and
Stay out of that elephants sight
Or when you two meet
There'll be one hell of a fight.

Now the monkey went through the jungle
Just as stiff as a breeze
Knocking down coconuts, treetops
And giraffe to the knees.

He spied Mr. elephant up under a tree.
He said come out of there
You big son of a bitch
Its going to be you and me.

The elephant looked up
Out of the corner of his eye
And said go on chicken shit
Pick on somebody you own size.

Well the lion stepped back
And let out a roar
His tail lashed back
Like a four by four

He lead with a right
That was lightening fast
But that elephant just side stepped
And knocked him flat on his hairy ass

It broke his jaw bone
And messed up his face
Knocked all his teeth out
And his ass out of place.

Now this fight went on
for a night and a day
And it's still a mystery to me
How that lion got away.

But when he did
More dead than alive
That's when the monkey
Started his jive.

He'd been setting up
In a tree all day
Laughing
In the most signifying way.

He said well Mr. lion
I see you caught particular hell
You had your ass beat
To a fare-you-well

When you went off
This jungle fairly rung.
Here you come back
Just damned near hung.

You remember when me and my girl
Used to try and get a little bit
And you'd come running through the jungle
With all that old roaring shit

Your face is all black
And your ass is all blue
I can see right know
It don't mean shit to you

You got more scratches on your ass
Than a whore with the itch
And you call yourself the king of the beasts
Now ain't you a bitch.

I can see right now
like I could never see before
You mess with me,
I'll get you screwed up some more

So go on
Get out from under this tree
Before I hang out over your hairy face
And pee.

Well the monkey got frantic
He started jumping up and down
His feet missed the limb
His ass hit the ground.

Like a bolt of lighting
And a streak of white heat
That lion was on the monkey's ass
With all four feet.

Well the monkey looked up
With tears in his eyes
He said Mr. Lion
I apologize.

The Lion said yea, that"s some shit
You telling all them lies about my mother
You had us out there
Beating hell out of one another.

There ain't no use in your crying
I'm putting and end to your signifying
So he led with a right to the monkeys ear
And ended that monkeys signifying career.



(author unknown)


Author : amanda <114146>
Category: halibut <64>
Subject : here fishy,fishy,fishy....here fishy!!
Written : 12/12/95.12:19pm

This from the religion forum, I thought it very "insane", not knowing
whether or not andyfish was the place to copy it because now it is an
"electronic coffee house" and not "talk for the mentally insane" i
decided *to* post it here. Because I *DO* think it is really insane, and
it is a good discussion for an electronic coffee house also. Sorry if
anyone takes offense...just remember, I didn't write it...it's not my
ideas, I just copied it from another forum.....Amanda...

here goes....beware...



> Author : ef@westef.west.asu.edu
> Subject : love.that.dares.to.speak.its.name
> Written : 12/12/95.02:53am
>
>
> In June 1976 GAY NEWS in London published a poem by James Kirkup. The
> poem was about the love of a homosexual soldier for the dead Christ. This
> poem was prosecuted under English Blasphemy law, and found
> guilty. All appeals to the European Court of Human Rights
> failed. The poem is still illegal and unavailable in England.
>
> THE LOVE THAT DARES TO SPEAK ITS NAME
>
> As they took him from the cross
> I, the centurion, took him in my arms-
> the tough lean body
> of a man no longer young,
> beardless, breathless,
> but well hung.
>
> He was still warm.
> While they prepared the tomb
> I kept guard over him.
> His mother and the Magdalen
> had gone to fetch clean linen
> to shroud his nakedness.
>
> I was alone with him.
> For the last time
> I kissed his mouth. My tongue
> found his, bitter with death.
> I licked his wound-
> the blood was harsh
>
> For the last time
> I laid my lips around the tip
> of that great cock, the instrument
> of our salvation, our eternal joy.
> The shaft, still throbbed, anointed
> with death's final ejaculation.
>
> I knew he'd had it off with other men-
> with Herod's guards, with Pontius Pilate,
> With John the Baptist, with Paul of Tarsus
> with foxy Judas, a great kisser, with
> the rest of the Twelve, together and apart.
> He loved all men, body, soul and spirit. - even me.
>
> So now I took off my uniform, and, naked,
> lay together with him in his desolation,
> caressing every shadow of his cooling flesh,
> hugging him and trying to warm him back to life.
> Slowly the fire in his thighs went out,
> while I grew hotter with unearthly love.
>
> It was the only way I knew to speak our love's proud name,
> to tell him of my long devotion, my desire, my dread-
> something we had never talked about. My spear, wet with blood,
> his dear, broken body all open wounds,
> and in each wound his side, his back,
> his mouth - I came and came and came
>
> as if each coming was my last.
> And then the miracle possessed us.
> I felt him enter into me, and fiercely spend
> his spirit's finbal seed within my hole, my soul,
> pulse upon pulse, unto the ends of the earth-
> he crucified me with him into kingdom come.
>
> -This is the passionate and blissful crucifixion
> same-sex lovers suffer, patiently and gladly.
> They inflict these loving injuries of joy and grace
> one upon the other, till they dies of lust and pain
> within the horny paradise of one another's limbs,
> with one voice cry to heaven in a last divine release.
>
> Then lie long together, peacefully entwined, with hope
> of resurrection, as we did, on that green hill far away.
> But before we rose again, they came and took him from me.
> They knew no what we had done, but felt
> no shame or anger. Rather they were gald for us,
> and blessed us, as would he, who loved all men.
>
> And after three long, lonely days, like years,
> in which I roamed the gardens of my grief
> seeking for him, my one friend who had gone from me,
> he rose from sleep, at dawn, and showed himself to me before
> all others. And took me to him with
>
> the love that now forever dares to speak its name.
>
> JAMES KIRKUP


Author : PERIDOT <106928>
Category: The voice of destruction <2>
Subject : resentment
Written : 12/13/95.10:02pm

Resentment is a fire closed in a glass jar
wanting to burn yet unable
it's a feeling in the pit of each stomach
rising with every breath
growing more intense with every inch of inclination
it is a lion stalking a prey which is
it's own predator


Author : PERIDOT <106928>
Category: The voice of destruction <2>
Subject : what
Written : 12/13/95.10:12pm



In this black void called my life
there are few sparks of light
some weak, some strong
some influencing my life greatly
some i must experience only to learn a lesson from
but others will always stay in my heart
and those who gather in my heart
will continue to add to the light
until my life is no longer a black void


Author : Mickey Mouse <129405>
Category: Temporary Sanity <16>
Subject : ok...its off the top of my head
Written : 12/14/95.07:03pm

sometimes as things change around us,
we don't realize that we change with them.

As I watch every thing grow,
I grow as well.

As the things we care about die,
we die with them
not completely, but piece by piece we die.

The world is constantly changing,
because the people in it are constantly changing.

Peace is in the air,
once again.

Love is inevitable,
it can't be avoided.

Misinterpreted,
of course.

But in the end,
you will find it.

But understand it,
maybe.

Enjoy it,
possibly.

Love it,
who knows.

Fear it,
of course.

Like it,
if you wanna.

Change with it,
of course.

Die with it,
only if it isn't true.

IS IT TRUE ONLY YOU KNOW FOR SURE!!!


By: April Valliere
Date: December 14, 1995


Author : "Kerry L. Ranney"
Subject : I am a Person
Written : 12/11/95.06:55pm

I am not what they want,
I am not what they thought,,
I am not like them,
I am not what they see,
Then what am I?

I don't look like them,
I don't do what they do,
I don't act like they want,
I don't feel what they want,
Then what do I do?

I can see,
I can hear,
I can feel,
I can hope and dream,
But I can't be like them.

I am a person,
I have a mind,
I have a body,
I have a heart and blood,
But do I have a soul?

Each night and day,
I dream of another world,
A world,
where I am free,
A place I can be me,
But what am I?

Am I a person?
Am I a dream?
Am I a nightmare?
Am I a hope by few,
and a disaster by others?
Am I an animal?
What am I?

Can you answer,
Can you save me?
Can you pretend to like me,
to love me?
Can you help me see,
Help me to see what I am?
Can you free me?
From this world of pain?

Can you?
Or will I stay,
If only for a day,
A dream,
Within a nightmare.


Cleopatra


Author : "The obnoxious part of the Annoying, Bitchy, Nasty, Nosey, and
Obnoxious Club"
Subject : at the request of Brent...
Written : 12/12/95.01:00pm

I had a couple of poems recently published in our literary magazine, the
Pacific Review. Brent saw them and told me he thought I should post
them...so for those of you who are interested, read on. For those of
you who aren't, you already know where the delete key is.


Common Threads
*inspired by writings of Native American Indians*


A thousand cultures move,
spinning and reeling
like a whirlwind.

High above the ground,
the picture is surreal.
Blurs of what were once distinct
images are now trodden memories, lost
in years of confusion, misunderstanding, and fear.

Push within the swirling air
to the eye of the tempest
and hope to find

something

that ties them together.
For we all have common threads
under the great expanse of stars
when we dance.


--February 1995



Last Look


A glance over my shoulder
left the odor of athletics,
stale and chalky,
reverberating in my nose,
in time with the recoil of the springboard.
The trampoline gave flight
to a body without identification.
Another person saved by the black belt
suspended from the ceiling.
Coach's voice snapped out names
with a sound like "whip-crack!"
that seared the insides
with fear and respect.
The beams smacked the feet
of girls landing their fears
of height and narrow spaces
as they maneuvered
around balancing.
The bars groaned in the corner,
creaking with the bending
caused by the forces of giant
swings, handstands, and release moves.
All the equipment, resilient
to any human, the source
of all fear, accomplishment, injury,
and safety, executed
its awesome feats of motionless performance.
I turned my head away
and walked out the door,
tears still blurring my vision
and the National Academy
of Artistic Gymnastics sweatshirt
handing needlessly from my body,
not unlike the girl on the spotting belt,
still hanging on
to some hope of completion
as she dangled her obvious defeat from the ceiling.


--November 1994


Thanks for reading!!

--Heather

..o/ / _/ .. / .._ .. ..o/ Heather Serena Speight
| __o .. | / o__ | speighth@pacificu.edu
/ .. /.. .. /o.. /o.. /o.. / /.. / ..


Author : NERFman <92711>
Category: Discussion <2>
Subject : Yet another work of art...
Written : 12/16/95.09:34pm

Unscramble these letters: NSTAA. Never mind...

The Guy in the Red Suit

"Merry Christmas" says he
"Come to hell with me"

"What would you like, I'll give you it all"
"I only ask in return for your soul"

"Have a holiday full of fun"
"Have an apple, it's coated with poison"

"Come and sit in my lap at the mall
I get there about every late fall"

"Buy, buy, fill your heart with desire
As you ease the emptiness, you become one with the fire"

"I lure your heart away from the truth
and tempt you to come to my carnival booth"

He tries to compete with the Son of God
But is is that smile just a facade?

He asks us of our humanly lusts
then promises to bring them to us

Satan and Santa; they're both really lame
But the real question is: are they the same?


Author : Dan Stamps <174>
Subject : RE: I once was a Man, But a Seed I have become ...
Written : 12/19/95.01:55am

My mind has found bliss
forever floating
into nothingness
as my heart
becomes closer
to that place
of enlightment
called the
V-O-I-D


Category: general insanity <1>
Subject : so_what
Written : 12/19/95.04:24pm



** So What **
-- Metallica --


So fucking what!

Well I've been to Hastings,
and I've been to Brighton.
I've been to Eastport too.
So what.
So what.
And I've been here,
I've been there.
I've been everying fucking where.
So what.
So what.
So what, so what, you boring little cunt.

Who cares.
Who cares what you do.
Yeah who cares,
Who cares about you, you, you, you, you.

Well I've fucked a queen.
I've fucked fucked.
I've even sucked an old man's cock.
So what.
So what.
And I've fucked a sheep.
I've fucked a goat.
I rammed my cock right down his throat.
So what.
So what.
So what, so what, you boring little fuck.

Who cares.
Who cares what you do.
And who cares,
Who cares about you, you, you, you, you.

And I've drunk that,
I've drunk this.
I've spewed up on a pint of piss.
So what.
So what.
I've had scank,
I've have speed.
I've jacked up until I bleed.
So what.
So what.
So what, so what, you boring little cunt.

Who cares.
Who cares what you do.
Yeah who cares,
Who cares about you, you, you, you, you.

I've had crabs,
I've had lice,
I've had been declaped(?) and that ain't nice.
So what.
So what.
I've fucked this,
I've fucked that.
I've even fucked a school girl's twat.
So what.
So what.
So what, so what you boring little fuck.

Who cares.
Who cares what you do.
And who cares,
Who cares about you, you, you, you, you, you.

So fucking what!
Yeah!