From: BK again<BR>
Date: 12 February 2001<P>

Takes one to know one...HA HA HA Can't help it if I love dark chocolate with creme centers...Yum and this year they might even have jewels in them...HA Someone just brought me some "From Russia With Buzz," you gotta try it. Ben and Jerrys best coffee ice cream..god its wonderful. Now I'm doing commercials, while pigging out. Tomorrow it's back to being sensible. (yeah right) 100 sit ups and two miles on the trail. ugh!
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Date: 12 February 2001<P>

Come on Deeva tell us too.
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From: deevaa ([email-masked])<BR>
Date: 12 February 2001<P>

*smirks at the annoymous one* nope nothing. <BR>
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ummm and in the poem.... layed = laid, just some folks can't spell!
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From: the shark ([email-masked])<BR>
Date: 12 February 2001<P>

~swishing tail furiously~ <BR>
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See, this is the deal: the shark is tired--tired of swimming around the same old ocean, tired of reading all these trite poems (a lot of you get an A for effort, but, come on fellas!). Please, for the LOVE OF SHAMU, someone catch me and send me to Sea World or something. Enough is enough. The shark wants some real live audiences cheering him on, some perky co-eds, some hot dolphins, some biggie-size Wendy's frosties, some good bloody bait, some tuna. In short, a good time. Sharks need action, too. <BR>
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From: Ga;adrial<BR>
Date: 12 February 2001<P>

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Well...Shark?<BR>
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        Some might applaud your honesty...but frankly, it's just a little stream of consciousness in my book.<BR>
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        And as to our efforts...hey pal...Blender of Love and all that? Gotta expect it to be a bit frilly at times.<BR>
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        Maybe you can do a Blender of Relationship Angst? In any event, you sound like a fun date.<BR>
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                                         Gala 
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From: B.K.<BR>
Date: 12 February 2001<P>

Misti: Your Auntie Gala will teach you how to cook and your Auntie BK will teach you how to eat out and have dessert later...LOL LOL Right Gala? (kidding of course) But Darlin girl I love your work just the way it is.<BR>
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From: BK again<BR>
Date: 12 February 2001<P>

Mr Shark: Humm you know there are other Poetry sites that swim faster than us. Thats why we like it here. It's a nice diverse aquarium with lots of fish styles and we could use a nice tame shark that only nibbles but chunks well..I think Purina is looking for sharks, for chunky cat food.<BR>
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bk
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From: B.K<BR>
Date: 12 February 2001<P>

Now that was not like me..Ha back up here and lets start over. Mr Shark, if you have a new chunky style to show us, please do so, don't tell us  we should be like that, allow us our own voices, but by all means show us the style or where we can see it. There thats better.
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From: Riggs<BR>
Date: 12 February 2001<P>

Careful Gala<BR>
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There is a lot to be said for relationship angst and its ability to inspire poetry.<BR>
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(this is not to suggest that i am in support of the sort people who seem feel that being deliberately controversial really quite a jolly and amusing passtime.)
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From: scqueen<BR>
Date: 12 February 2001<P>

Ok shark, come clean. Are you anyone we know? Jack? Gup? Riggs??? 
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From: Galadrial<BR>
Date: 12 February 2001<P>

Riggs!<BR>
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Get back here! No hug for Auntie Gala? And it's valentine's week and everything (sniffle).I know I'm old...but not even a hello?<BR>
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And yes Riggs---I am well aware of the creative potential of angst...but is cannibalism a required factor in poetry?<BR>
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                                           Gala
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From: B.K.<BR>
Date: 12 February 2001<P>

The shark has churned up the waters and chunked off. I think shark, that love is a lot harder than Vegas and Spring Break attitude. That whole chunk that runs thru, only feeds an instant gratification. Maybe real love is what you crave instead of chunky. Real love is in bites that keep you wanting more and changes to sadness when it gets rough. The expressions of relationships in all their forms is very hard work. You need to show us whats under your shark skin suit. Then maybe we can take you seriously.<BR>
 
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From: Elaina<BR>
Date: 12 February 2001<P>

Ali~ Wow! I'm glad you're writing more now. Seems your muse has come back stronger than ever, wonderful work...I really liked 'through my eyes' really wonderful. I felt that one.<BR>
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xoxo<BR>
elaina
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From: Me aka Niki<BR>
Date: 12 February 2001<P>

2 Elaina~"nightmare of her"<BR>
Everything you said was so true...<BR>
Good job<BR>
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2 Deevaa~ "Why ruin there fun"<BR>
It had a nice twist to it!<BR>
liked it
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From: Nightrider<BR>
Date: 12 February 2001<P>

Wing, I love your last peom, actually I love all the poems <BR>
      that you have written lately.  "Whisper my Name" was<BR>
      really incredible, please write more.  I can't read<BR>
      enough of it!!! :o) <BR>
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From: jack<BR>
Date: 12 February 2001<P>

ouchy lol thanks but i only nibble a little, lol i like the idea of being a well umm manta ray lol yes  i like that idea heh jack the manta lol beats being a true squid but thanks any way scQueen 
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From: scqueen<BR>
Date: 12 February 2001<P>

ok, Jack's off the hook (no pun intended)- Gup? Riggs? Any confessions? Or could this shark be female? hmmmm...
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From: the shark<BR>
Date: 12 February 2001<P>

Cats? I eat cats. I creep up real slow and swallow them whole. (Meow.) (Here kitty kitty.) And forget trying to figure out who I am. I'm the shark, fools.
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From: Sharon Leon, [email-masked]<BR>
Date: 12 February 2001<P>

Hi all.  I have a question.  About three years ago I posted a poem to the blender.  I have gone over everything trying to find it again but have been unsuccessful.  It must be out there because I received an email from someone who had read it just a few months ago.  That email prompted me to start composing again.  In the last week or so I've posted two.  I'd forgotten what it can do to your life to be creative and get out your feelings.<BR>
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Is there a search feature that I am unaware of? I noticed that there is one month back in the first year that the link is broken.  My luck that is where my poem is.<BR>
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If someone would like to also fill me in on how this whole thing works I'd appreciate that also.  How are the selections made for the "front pagers" I've been reading about?  <BR>
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Thanks in advance,<BR>
Sharon
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From: Robbie Cope [email-masked]<BR>
Date: 12 February 2001<P>

I would like to post one of my poems if you would take it. My friends say i'm a quiet good writer and I would like to know if others thing this too, I'm only 15 but people say it's as if i've been writing all my life and longer, well he is one of my poems titled Oh Stars. Sorry for spacing and all but my poem is better like this for me.<BR>
                 I looked to you oh distant stars,<BR>
                 Console and comfort me please,<BR>
                 Orion, oh mighty hunter, <BR>
                 What wisdom have you for this lonely man?<BR>
                 Shall I hang my hope upon your belt?<BR>
                 Orion’s ponderous gaze shifts to me,<BR>
                 Deep and slow his words come,<BR>
                  “ Forget about your lost love mortal…    come and join me in my hunt, we will                       <BR>
purge your anger and sorrow with the blood of the hunt, and the thrill of the kill. So say I.”<BR>
                 So saying, Orion draws his bow, and looses a shooting star across the evening sky,        <BR>
                  Then lets loose a blast from his hunter’s horn and returns to his hunt. <BR>
                  Oh stars, are there others amongst you who might answer my cry?<BR>
                   Mighty Draco, what would you advise?<BR>
                  The dragon’s withering gaze turned to me, <BR>
                  And it roared in an awful voice,<BR>
                  “ I care not what you do mortal! You love at your own peril, and I care naught about your pain, be wise and be alone, so says Draco!” <BR>
                  The dragon roars and twist back to its rightful position. <BR>
                  Is this the vaunted wisdom of the stars? None of this will help!<BR>
                  And then, Cassiopeia leans down from her seat in the stars, So she can gently whisper in my ear,<BR>
                  “ Young, dear mortal, your short life gives your emotions a fire that we<BR>
                  cannot match…. Do not let this put your fire out… Use your pain and make something beautiful if you can.” <BR>
 So saying, she gestures at the sky… and the Aurora Borealis glows at me as I stare in silent wonder, and now gratitude. The lights dance and flicker across the sky, the colors weaving. Thank you Cassiopeia! <BR>
                   She nods and smiles, slip back into her place. <BR>
                   So I journeyed home to try her advice,<BR>
                   And here I sit with a pen. <BR>
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                      ~Robbie Cope<BR>
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Please let me know what you all think of this. Although this is not the best of poems it's about, if you haven't guessed, my losing of a my love of 3 years. Thank you for reading my poem.<BR>

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From: the guppy<BR>
Date: 12 February 2001<P>

i'm no shark...and frankly i'm a little pissed off that this shark person wasn't around a few years ago when i was begging people to take my psycho cat away from me...he would have made a tender little morsel of sharkchow methinks<BR>
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gup
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From: scqueen<BR>
Date: 12 February 2001<P>

See gup, beacuse of the cat comments, I thought it was you.<BR>
I give up...
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From: scqueen<BR>
Date: 12 February 2001<P>

It's affecting my spelling and everything!
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From: Ali<BR>
Date: 12 February 2001<P>

Elaina~ Thanks!!!! Glad you liked them...I really liked your new one...keep writing!!!  Love and stars, Ali
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From: the shark<BR>
Date: 12 February 2001<P>

guppy-<BR>
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No, you're not me. At least the last time I checked. I don't know who I am a lot of the time. Things get turned around, mixed up, muddied to the point where I can't see anymore. I go on scent and instinct, minute vibrations in the water. You're on the beach alone, roar of the surf all around like a seashell held to your ear, thinking of nothing in particular - and I'm there. I'm your world. All of a sudden. All me. Women sense the hunger so they stay away. That's a mistake. I can love them like you've never been loved before and never will be again. I can make them feel like they're up there floating in the Milky Way and then in some forgotten cavern way at the bottom of the ocean. Women don't understand me. But that's alright. I don't want understanding. Some ask if what they're feeling is love or merely lust. I say, Why choose? So remember, I'm closer than you think - but don't come looking for me. I'll find you - if you're lucky. But I digress. I like your stuff, gup-man. Keep churning the waters. Oh, and Ali, are you seeing anyone at the moment? Just wondering.
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Date: 12 February 2001<P>

Du'Doll<BR>
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Sometimes change is good.  But make sure it's for the right reasons.  Make sure it's for you, and no one else.
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From: the shark<BR>
Date: 12 February 2001<P>

Yeah, I have something to say about change. Women are always changing their minds. Why can't they decide what they're thinking? Why do they always feel the need to throw heavy things at me? <BR>
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I don't know anything, when it comes right down to it. I'm as in the dark as everyone else. You women know where to find me. As the poet William Blake so memorably noted, "The road of excess leads to the palace of the shark." 'Nuff said.<BR>
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From: Kirk, Blender-Keeper<BR>
Date: 12 February 2001<P>

Shark, play nice.<BR>
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I'm sure there might be a nice lady shark out there for you, but hunting in these waters isn't appreciated. If you come across as a menace measures may be taken.
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