SCRIBBLE POETS
S -Z
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CONTENTS
TITLES
FIRST LINES

Sorana SALOMEIA
WORDLOVER

Angel of the Moon

Blind Labyrinth

Remind Me…
Simsalabim
Splendor

Abracadabra from nowhere, with lightning

Could it be true?
Did you say something?

Remind me to regret you
The golden butterfly of the loving 

Marc SHERLAND
WORDLOVER

Cower Lower

Life Jewellery

Kippers for Bill

Misfired

Night Travails

Not Proud of Death
Old Love
Rabbie Burns

Serpentine Fruit
Synchronous Anchorage
The Sforza Horse
The Sweet Fix

Ah Eve, what guilty sins, did you release,
Ah kippers, food for bonny wee nippers,

Cupid your arrow stings and spears my heart;

Death, be not proud, for you have done your worst,

Diamonds are black soot crushed under
How can you ask me if I love you true ?

I saw you from a distance,
I'll turn these eyes away to look at stars,
Its not that I dinna like yer auld Burns,
Taller than brash, boldest brave this great horse

When golden sun has scared away the cloud,
When you searched for your silly hat and scarf,

Porcelina SPRING
FIDONET SCRIBBLER/SCRIBBLE I, II, III
Fixing my complexion
GIMMEE ALL YOUR MONEY
I'll buy all the stock
Skin
Patrick P. Stafford
E-MAIL/POETRY/CRITICISM/FICTION/DRAMA/BIOGRAPHY/SCREENPLAYS/ESSAYS/ARTICLES/VARIOUS AWARDS/
Manly Tears
The Hero in Us
The Strength of Love
The Words
Long had love been a burden, and long had I 
Some truth we had known long ago but which we The manly ones are always so proper and prim
We stand within ourselves, outside the darkness, 

Stardancer
FIDONET SCRIBBLER/WORDLOVER/E-MAIL/THE NEXUS COLLECTION/THE NEXUS GALLERY/COLUMNIST
Green Man
Initiation
LightSpring
Old Days, New Days 
Old Fighter
Ring the bell, Ring

That Which Was
The Harvest
Yew Tree
Bright white
I am something old,
I met a Centaur in the wood one drowsy, 
In silent dark before the coming of the sun
It is ironic... 
Like antlers, like veins of the brain the 
Oh, I saw her at the time of the sowing of the grain
We never left.
Yes I am the golden one

Marie ST. ONGE-DAVIDSON
WORDLOVER/THE NEXUS COLLECTION/North American Moderator of Wordlovers
As The Geese Fly 
Backwards
Caviar and Champagne
Coma
Dawning
Gibbous Moon
Her Father's Eyes
Here & Now
Journey
Just a little later (For Scott)
Late Garden
Looking Onwards
Mirrors
Old Friends, New Friends, Best Friends
Old Man
Party for One
Silent Wish
Solo
The Convent
The Song of Truth
Through A Frosted Pane
Time To Go 

Two Haiku
Untitled
We're Here 
Wife
Wordloving
You Asked Me Why

And I could never say
A sharp twig within the nest
Awaking slowly before dawn
Beginning at no given times
Bloody cold up here
Cold white winter snows
Drifting in and out of unconscious sleep
Flew home on a gibbous moon
I feel an incredible need to get far
I passed you in the crowd the other day
I saw an old man today and he 
My windows open, my door is wide
Murky waters tinged with guilt
Navy blazers with badges of Mary's 
Pass through the crowd of vapid eyes
Rising blood red suns setting in deep
Standing here in front of you
The caviar lays in its little jar
The hands have stretched and touched 
The Wish was mine, only love
Today I ran a thousand miles
Today I watched the last geese fly
Turn your palm toward me
Wading barefoot into weeds years 
Waiting so long with patience to see
We gathered together
We're hiding here
When late at night, and the world has
You are there and I am here
Jeremy  STRINGER
E-MAIL/SCRIBBLER/WORDLOVER/WEBMASTER/DENIZEN OF THE ISLE
A Puddle With No Reflection
Machined Feelings
Sedate Me
Yet Untitled
I'm depressed
I am death, and you are dead
Rain
Sedate me,
SU'RATT
E-MAIL
Hollow Ones
No where to turn, no way to run
No where to turn, no way to run
You fear nothing, yet you fear us,
Douglas H. THEW
E-MAIL/EDITOR
Beltane Fires
O' Gwenhwyvar
The Kings of Summer
I dream of mates and double-dates
I spoke to ancestors 'cross the far sea
Through the fire of Beltane pyres

Alice  THORPE

FIDONET SCRIBBLER/RETROSPECTIVE/MODERATOR/WORDLOVER/EGROUP MANAGER/EDITOR/INHABITANT OF #MAGICISLE/THE NEXUS COLLECTION/OBSCURITY

Beyond(for Pavel)
Crests of Fortune
Declination
Diminished Octave 
Envy
Great Place to Be
Ground Zero
Headlines
I am
Lay Down my life in the Sun
Lines have fallen for me
Mind's Eye
Morning
Muzzle
Nana (Love without consuming doth eternal burn.)
Ode to an Ayatollah
Oh! but my youth's still here
One of Them
Ouroubouros
Progress
Promise
Response to 'Paternity'
Rangers
Sedition
Shadows
Singing self
Still on the sleeve
The Wild Hunt
Writing a letter
A great place, when
Age does not cripple, but the loss of mind,
Ah well, my heart's a little shabby now
All love is
Careful not to look too hard, or lift my 
Don't speak, don't ever 
Frail as a bone and fifty-one years old 
hair today, gone tomorrow
how long do you live, my love ? a few small
i am the spray of thought
I stand here, in the wings, 
Meditation pool, eye of heaven's
My sister, raped and beaten
No-one, after all this time, surely could
Oh these lines ! Drawn on paper in
Sat on the veranda with his hands
Self Song
Shadows,
some things stay
Sometimes we don't know love or its depth till
Sudden silence in the heart as if frost 
The God was broke on the path
The tides of life are rough and toilsome,
There used to be cranes, I remember
This muse meant
This new day seems to curve her 
Well, the way I see it,  parents aren't
Whence come those dreams
You grip me, Morning, with a fist of 

T.I.C.
FIDONET SCRIBBLER/THE NEXUS COLLECTION/SCRIBBLE III/TWO SOFT COVER 'COLLECTED WORKS'
Why? Where were you when we needed you? 

Dave TOOHEY
FIDONET SCRIBBLER/HISTORIAN/AUTHOR
Life is a page Life is a page

Jayne Waggoner
WORDLOVER/WEBMISTRESS/VARIOUS PUBLICATIONS
Hourglass of Time
Self
Tis Love
To Know Tomorrow
Alone in the midst of the forest of 
Her face brightens
Many times
Sand
Jonathan Wilgermein
E-MAIL
 
Elegy For Hermit Spinster
Rickety
The Tree 
Boy fled from holy ground
Planted a seed for my birth
We never took much notice of that big old tree 

Will
SOMETIME WORDLOVER/E-MAIL/WEBMASTER

001
Alone (1999)
Childhood Dreaming
fit
i want to die
Kiddy Feeling
Little Mind
Ode to Mother
night
Shroud
talk about life for a while
The Trial
untitled and un-issued
war
what do you think
world
as these tears come down
everything in me
have you ever smiled
i close my eyes
I live here in my little world
It's always been my friend
night is our passion
peace is devoured by war
running and running
shroud of darkness
take my hand
the rain comes down
we're all looking for our miracle man
winning is surviving
you say it's nothing
Ernest WILLIAMSON III
E-MAIL/PAINTER/COMPOSER/PROOFREADER
For the Sake of Saturday 
Mate in 77
I sought the coils in dainty yellow pillows 
love made the sun set
Lynette Wrigley-Brown
FIDONET SCRIBBLER
Chioggia Calm I thank you, saxophone player.


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