ÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜ Ý±12 Oct 90±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±_ROR_-_ALUCARD_±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±Ý? Þ° Ý Ý A Þ° Ý The 4th Edition of POEMDOX! Ý ?Þ° Ý A ßßßßß° Ý Poems collected from the Mithril Hall & various 415 bbs's.. Tfile Þ° Ý Distribution Þ° ÜÜÜÜÜ Written by: Several people as you'll see. Centere Þ° Ý? Þ ^^ Aka, I'm too loaded to type all their - RoR - Þ° Ý A Þ_____________________________________________names.....______________Þ° Ý ?Þ Shawn-Da-Lay Boy Productions, Inc.úúúúúúúúúúúúúúúúúúúúúúúúúúúúúúúúúúÞ° ÝÜÜÜÞÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÞ° °°°The Hollows Alliance- 415/236/2371°°The Electric Pub - 415/236/4380°°°° °Primary Drop Sites°°°°°°Rat Head - 415/524/3649°°°°°Primary Drop Sites°°° From :Pressed Rat #16 To :All Subject :Back to poetry DateTime :12:13 am Sun May 13, 1990 { to be sung lightly } Ohhhhhhhhhhhh............. Thanks to ALice, our Big Fnordian Babe! yes, thanks to Alice our Big Fnordian Babe. If not for alice, our world wouldn't be the sabe. Oh where are you, my little reindeer hoof. I said where are you now, my little reinder hoof. I'll grind you up and put you on my roof. What time is it, boys, 'zit time to go home yet? Wha timezit boys, time to git home yet? I'd better bet my best on someone's fret. naw, I cannae sing the blues when I am dry yes lord, I cannae sing dem blooz awhen I dry. If I don't get some soon I'll never try. Ahem! =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= From :Swing #445 To :All Subject :shit DateTime:9:48 am Fri Jun 08, 1990 (C:\BBS\MSGS\C-29209.1) Watched by the Blind Where ever I go, Whatever I do, I am never alone. I do not know who they are, Those who watch me. They could be anyone, or anything. What could they be? I turn quickly, But I catch no glimpse. Whoever are staring, Hasn't given me a chance. To see them, to know them, as he does me. It's said I'm paranoid, or something with my head. It must me pressure. All's been said. People just don't understand, But I know they see. They notice everything, That I say and I do. I can hide no secrets from them. They need no clue. They too have lived my life, Through different eyes. Eyes I cannot see, but they see me. I know they are judging My every move. Whatever I do, What things I choose. I cannot satisfy them. They always disapprove. For all of my life, They will frown upon me. How do I know of these beings? Those I cannot even see? But I tell you I know them. They're apparent to me. How do you define sight? Is it just with your eyes? Can you really see a man As he really be, If you simply use eyes to see? That is the difference between them and me. They use their eyes, I really see. People preach "Don't look skin deep." From eyes that "see" light Is where darkness may sleep. As people begin to depend on this illusion, Darkness may awake. An original S\/\/I|\|G poem. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= From :Dark #363 To :All Subject :More Comunards DateTime:9:12 pm Tue Jun 12, 1990 (C:\BBS\MSGS\C-29079.1) FORBIDDEN LOVE Our love is like forbidden fruit But we take each bite with pride not shame In this garden where the bitter poison rots. But all the same...we shall Stand so strong so proud Give in to predjudice Behind closed doors we have to kiss But I long to hold your hand in the rain. Watching accepted lovers expressing tenderness and joy Makes an anger stir in me for something I can't truly have Like a young boy who's denied his favourite toy I just want to scream, just want to scream And demonstrate my resistance Our love is like forbidden fruit But we take each bite with pride not shame In this garden where the bitter poison rots. But all the same every day brings another tear Behind each stare lies a hidden tear Someday soon we will have our day Until then our love forbidden stays Our love is like forbidden fruit (Somerville/Coles) T.Dark =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= From :Doctor Murdock #2 To :All Subject :.. DateTime:5:24 pm Wed Jun 13, 1990 (C:\BBS\MSGS\C-29061.1) THE WICKED SEED ----------------- Children play and mothers pray Evil sleeps in the young The hidden past may die at last While the devil holds his tongue The curses remain and the souls are stained Tortured eyes of old men show true The furrowed tear may disappear But memories always brew The Son of man will learn to hate Thus the seed of sin will germinate There's no room for love in a heart of rage And the book of sorrow has yet another page Ride into battle and slaughter the cattle The numbers, not names of men A bloodied hand and the soiled sand And the reaper strikes again The glow of demise shines in your eyes You've sipped the wine called death Now spill your shrill and then lie still And forever hold your breath.............................................. - Doctor Murdock (06-13-90) =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Foom! Foom! Foom your whole goddamn Room! From :Pressed Rat #16 To :All Subject :WHooopS! DateTime:12:47 pm Tue May 15, 1990 Forgive (worship)_ my Idiocy, folks. I meant to say not Salvator Dali who painted with fans etc, but Jackson Pollack. So boot me or kiss me, son of Bleat! I am the victim of Vlad the Impaler, a punctured man, I. Through the holes in me may you count the pieces of sky. The golden waffer-thin painting in my head has been laid to rest under the rug, and the roof was made from a bed wherein slept an enormous gelatin bug. But Alas! Whence from this morbid place Once came a legion of that metallic race, Now there merely oozes a small remain of those who said they wanted it plain. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= From :Sid Gnarly #6 To :All Subject :The land o' else DateTime:1:27 am Sun Jun 24, 1990 (C:\BBS\MSGS\C-28767.1) There once was a little girl named Alice she was very beautiful with long wavy blond hair and sparkling blue eyes that were oh so nice she was the most beautiful, fairest of the fair she had nothing to do one day so it was time for her to pay...... A VISIT TO THE LAND OF ELSE! HAHAHAHAHAHA.. screams doctor murdock in the back room Shroom-city huh? Where could that be? You don't know? no, I don't Then you must be the most NORMAL human being on earth!!!! Welcome to the land of else the stealer of a thousand demented souls... how may I help you today I would like you to count my toes but sir, how about just fingers.. okay? this is a bunch of bull.. haha =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= From :Jamal Feldstein #553 To :All Subject :pomez (muhahh) DateTime:3:18 am Wed Jun 20, 1990 (C:\BBS\MSGS\C-28868.1) I sawed my left leg off last week I don't recall the pain My grimy shoes don't hold no more I hear the falling rain. My life it drips out on the floor It seems my mind just came The bluebirds are an open door And now my left arm's lame. The mushroom calls, I answer it The acid will do fine... I hear a coffin made-to-fit And I suspect it's mine. So don't look glum, just savour it When you see how I croak. You'll see that some life's fulla shit And some life's just a joke. ----> Highpriest of Ferret, JAMAL. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= From :Jamal Feldstein #553 To :All Subject :Babnblings of insane DateTime:3:29 am Wed Jun 20, 1990 (C:\BBS\MSGS\C-28867.1) I hate the world, I hate my face I hate the whole damn human race. I hate the towns, I hate the cars I hate chicks who hand out in bars. I hate the clean, I hate the filth I don't know how to rhyme that. I hate the poor, I hate the rich I'm sure YOU understand that. Or are you fatnin from the @poor or stealin from the rich? Is your life an open door Or are you just a bitch? Do you walk down a city street And say you poor dear asshole When you can't give a flying fuck That nothing rhymes with 'asshole'. Your poetry dams up the place We can't see the green grass So why don't you come over here and cut you wrist with glass? You never listen, damn you, cunt, I hate your bloody head Why don't you blow up the whole world And free your mind instead? What's thAt you say? I'm getting lame My po-em don't hold water Well, why dint you jes say so, bwoy, And stop the senseless slaughter Of langyoowage and grmmar too by my unwitting fingers And help me plug up this old loo the heady stink still lingers. Don't stop me now, I'm on a roll I'm on the run, out of control This poem is getting out of hand And I can't stop my zoomin hand So shoot me please before I make A bugger-up of tjhis here break. aaaaarrrgghhhh!! =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= From :Dark #363 To :All Subject :Bed Time Tales DateTime:4:40 pm Sun Aug 19, 1990 The three little pigs Were blown out of their digs And their houses and huts were despoiled. The Wolf huffed and puffed Till the pigs cried enough How can this wicked monster be foiled? Two piggies were eaten Before he was beaten Down the chimney the wolf was hard boiled It's no wonder why I turned out like I did Remembering my bed time tales as a kid A boy strong and proud Climed way up to the clouds On the product of magic bean spillage. Brave and Defiant He swindled the giant Who's wealth came from plunder and pillage Then he picked up an axe Gave the bean-stalk some whacks And the giant almost crushed the village. It's no wonder why I turned out like I did Remembering my bed time tales as a kid. In the dark of the night, I wake with a fright The blanket over my head. You say I'm insane But it's stuck in my brain Those gremlins under my bed. Some call it obscene But the violence on screen Fits the internal turmoil and drama. Those buckets of gore Were spilled ages before George Romero, Hitchock, Marty Palma And our fears and our stress Through-out time's been expressed By the fairy tale's symbolic trama. It's no wonder why we turned out like we did, Remembering our bed time tales as a kid. T.Dark =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-==-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- From :Dark Nite #12 To :All Subject :poetry. DateTime:5:32 pm Sat Sep 01, 1990 VICTORS What will become of us? There is no answer; Only the sound of the wind Moving through the trees. And choking dust beneath our feet. The furnace burns throughout the day; We suffer in agony as women in Labor. But we die with the birth, for our child is war. Now we fathers move forward to meet our fate In open fields and jungle paths strewn with death; And call on the name of our God, Who will not hear our pleas. We pile high the dead Into a pale bleached mountain, and swing our bloody bayonets skyward to honor the victor, Who looks through red-rimmed eyes. And, in time of pain, we die, And, somewhere other than home, Our names and faces are one. Under steel fear equalizes. One is One. What will become of us? In the end, Valhalla is our hell, and heaven is obscured In our agony of pain Homeward bound in aluminum tubes We know that in victory There lies a promise of defeat. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- From :Poet Master #747 To :All Subject :Sensations DateTime:6:50 am Sun Sep 02, 1990 Sensations cascade over my turmoiled mind. I wander around the ruins of within, Surrounded by dark, forboding walls. Pillars of pain, cracked with relief. Drains of despair with leaks of hope. Adobe of agony made with sands of sorrow. I look at my sand castle in the air, But there is no water to hold it together. But those walls came crashing down And two have become one. Poet Master -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- From :Doctor Murdock #1 To :All Subject :Blueberry Pancakes DateTime:2:45 am Tue Sep 18, 1990 ..hold magic. People are group animals who spend most of their lives eating blueberry pancakes. <-- Direct quote from my psyche! Reich! Reich! Real rats are never clean; And real dawgs are always mean; Mushrooms are always blue; Otherwise they do nothing to you; Little blue men on the moon; Visit on tuesday to paint my room; Aqua. Clouds swirl and swirl and swirl; Hookahs twirl and twirl and twirl; Potions always keep, keep, keep; Dormice always sleep, sleep, sleep; Each beach has a story; For every grain of sand; Each Worm hole has a exit; To The Land; of Else To see Alice there's no need to run; Just dial 685903 and then a 1; You'll hear a beep and then a squeak......of a door; RoR; -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- From :Chick #184 To :All Subject :Munchies DateTime:12:11 am Fri Sep 21, 1990 So, I'm walking down the street with a skip and a hop. And I walked right in to a donut shop. And I picked out a donut right out of the grease, And I handed the man a five cent piece. Well, he looked at me and he looked at the nickel and he said "This nickel's no good to me" "There's a hole in the nickel, and it's all the way through." Said I, "There's a hole in the donut too." -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-==--==-=-=-=-=--=-=---=-=- Name: Pressed Rat #57 @5 Date: Thu Aug 30 17:57:20 1990 Speaking of foyne foyne spirits, I was just discussing the Fossil Pigs with a friend of mine, a former high priest (he converted to Alarmism some time ago) and he informed me of the following incantation to protect your ancient wines from deteriorating: Oh yes my friend, I think it's time To stop the aging of your wine. A wine can only get so old, you see Before it gets too vineg'ry. And what could help us in this our To keep our wine from going sour? The Fossil Pigs, I must suggest, Let's summon them, and do our best. At first you'll need a wooden spoon, Two insect eyes, a golden rune, Three garnishes of floating herb And goop collected from a curb. Take the spoon in thine right hand, And wave it all around the land. Prepare the eyes of insect two By adding in the herb and goo. Stir quickly now, while chanting thus: "I love to fuck asparagus!" And while you say this, stir the stuff Until you think it's had enough Now spread it out upon the rune And blithely sing a merry tune... "Oh Fossil Pigs, Great Fossil Pigs, My friends so high and mighty, Pray won't you help me save my wine and keep it righty-dighty?" Stand back you now, and in the flash Resulting as they smell your stash You'll see a sign of their reply And hear a sort of piggy sigh, Whereon, you'll know that all is weller In the wine within your cellar... No more now shall you regret That spirits turn to vinaigrette. LaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLa..... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From :Dittany Of Crete #828 Subject :Life Itself DateTime:9:11 pm Tue Oct 09, 1990 I am sad, I know not why Was Not Was does make me cry "A joke" he says, but not for me; Were Never Was t'would better be. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- From :Powerful Paul #100 Subject :What is NetHack... DateTime:1:19 am Thu May 17, 1990 RE: Here's another... Nethack is the totality of existence and experience squeezed into the macroscopic paradigm of an ANSI game. It is the answer to every question, and also the questions themselves. It is the expansion of the dnim, the taming of the unicorn, the subjugation of the wizard, the power of the demon lord, it's........... 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