EVERYDAY THOUGHTS #14 ------------------ April 17, 1998 ____ ___ __----__ _/\ _/^ __ ^\_ /~^_/ | )/^ ^-^ _/ _/^ _/^ ^\_ ^\ | ./ /~ /( _/\. _/^_/^--_ ^\_^\-__-~ _/( \ _/ ./ ./^_/| \_ ~\ \_^\_ /^ _( ~-_ _/ \./\ _/^_/ \_ ~\ \ ^\__^\../^_/^ )\ ~~~~ _\/ <__/ ~\__\| ^\.__./^ ~---____--~ ~\ ************************************************** In this issue: Re: [eda_thoughts] #13 ............. JonBoy911@aol.com forced writing ................ uranium_eagle@juno.com Happy stuff! ......................... larajean@gmx.de ************************************************** From: JonBoy911 Subject: Re: [eda_thoughts] #13 Date: Thu, 16 Apr 1998 Well, well, well. I would like to remind the female population, that for every guy problem they have, I have a girl problem to coincide. :) My biggest problem is what I like to call the "Nice Guys Finish Second Theory". Nice Guy(me) likes Girl. Girl falls for Bad Boy. Nice Guy likes girl. Bad Boy hurts Girl. Nice Guy comforts Girl. Girl finally notices Nice Guy. Nice Guy happy. :) Girl "doesn't want to be hurt again" and thinks all guys are Bad Boys. Nice Guy back where he started, but with a bruise on his heart. :( How's that one gals? :) Here is a poem I wrote a while back, I am quite proud of it, and it has been published. :) Now a days I usually write beat-style poems, and they are pretty long, and I don't feel like typing them right now. SILENCE When the wind doesn't sway the palm trees, When honey no longer attracts bees, We all know one day we must day, But what do they have to remember you by? When Silence breaks the golden bowl, We will finally say, "God bless your soul," TA DA!!! Now Playing- that dog.-"Totally Crushed Out" the essential rock CD for hopeless romantics. Now Reading- "Not Her Real Name" by Emily Perkins...if you can get your hands on this..READ IT!!!! JonBoy911 ************************************************** From: uranium_eagle@juno.com (Issac J Brogdon) Subject: forced writing Date: Fri, 17 Apr 1998 Well, hello everyone. Just sitting here this friday afternoon debating whether or not to take my customary 4 mile run past twin branch park-where angela practices softball. i would like to proudly proclaim that I FINALLY READ all of your poetry, and, from one up and coming would-be author, to others, you're all very, very good. wow, like all those comma splices? i haven't written in several days (which is considerably long) so last night I forced myself to write something... and, as I wrote, and read all that you people have posted, i noticed a disturbing consistency. WE ALL WRITE ABOUT BREAKING UP, ABOUT BEING DISSATISFIED, AND WORST OF ALL BEING UN-HAPPY. Now, I know as well as the next guy that writing a happy poem can be very difficult, but let's all try...make a lil' thread out of it and everything... I think we'll need a starting point...how about a title...yah, a title. The collect call of the wild by whoeveryouare maybe you'd all like some words to stick into yer poem... curable goo sunshine happy how about some phrases... earning our daily bread mill stream break continuity a quick pound aerial reflex Well, everything's just a thought, right? i mean, you're not required to do anything of this sort, but, i thought that the wider your experience with poetry is, the better you'll become, right? _____ There is something wonderful about seeing a wrong-headed majority assailed by what I have to say. --me _____ james ************************************************** From: Lara Subject: Happy stuff! Date: Fri, 17 Apr 1998 Well, James beat me to posting about the happy poems -- I was planning on sending in my own contribution of happiness! :) So I still will! This poem was written for my now ex-boyfriend for Valentine's Day. He never mentioned it and I think, maybe his reading it led to our break-up. But anyhow, I really like the poem and it is definitely one of my better happy ones! :) Right Beside Me there are people who walk in and out of your life and some souls who stay and try to lessen your strife there are others who you only know their face and in your heart they don’t really have their own place and then there are people like you people you hope will stay true whenever I’m weary you’re there right beside me helping to see me through there are people who get in your way and to them, you’ve nothing to say then there are those you can’t stand who’d rather scowl than give you a hand and then there are people like you people you hope will stay true whenever I’m weary you’re there right beside me helping to see me through. Have a good weekend guys!! Lara larajean@gmx.de http://members.tripod.com/~laruth ******************************************************* Everyday Thoughts -- http://surf.to/eda_thoughts to post -- send email to eda_thoughts@yahoo.com to unsubscribe, write eda_thoughts@yahoo.com with "remove" as the subject *******************************************************