Accepting Submissions
(for Sprouty) 1/29/03
She checks her cue cards
Should speech fail her in front of
You, Eric-poo. Swoon!
Tonight's the big night.
Black pleather, crimped hair, lip gloss --
She won't be going home.
"I had to rewrite Jacques' "All the world's a stage..." speech using our own version of of something that has "seven stages" or phases or parts for Shakespeare class last week. The whole 28 lines poem had to be in iambic pentameter, and nearly all lines had to have 10 syllables (you could go over a few times). So, guess what I picked! Yes, that's right, our precious seven Dimitri episodes." And she got an A+!
The audience, enraptured, was flung into
The phenomenon, the beauty, the awe
Of those seven Dimitri episodes.
In them, he inspired us, made us think.
First seen in The Awful Truth, introduced
With truth, he challenges her to be brave,
Honest--in writing, if not in person.
In Acting Out, his mocking voice chided
"Everything means something," and she listened.
Prepare for the unexpected, he taught.
Then comes the pivotal point. Upset,
He builds her confidence when she is down,
And they share a moment of gratitude.
Destiny Turns on the Radio is
Followed by a brief appearence in
Chaos Theory, just a look and a touch.
Tough Love is the turning point--a moment
Of vulnerability, of weakness,
And a new chapter begins. Months later,
She tries to get too close, and it backfires.
The connection is validated, but
She must break away. She doesn't, she won't
In The Gay-Straight Alliance. The climax,
Both the highs and the lows, both the risk
And the reward, come at the expense of
Everyone's perceptions, and the blame they cast.
Superb Experience is the Teacher
Ends the journey, the beautiful story.
by Grace_Dimitri_fan
On top of Eric's photo
All covered with kisses,
I lost all my dignity
But I don't even miss it.
For Eric is worth it,
He's simply diving.
No matter his neuroses,
That Lester is FINE!.
to be continued
lyrics by Sandra Boynton,
from the children's cd Philadelphia Chickens
Buy the cd! We did! Listen to the song!
Well, I have a thing to tell you and it won't take long.
The way I feel about you is a kind of a song.
It starts with an ooh, and ends with a kiss
And all along the middle it goes something like this:
It goes ooh! Snuggle Puppy of mine,
Everything about you is especially fine.
I love what you are.
I love what you do.
Fuzzy little Snuggle Puppy,
I love you.
I say
Ooh! Snuggle Puppy of mine,
Everything about you is especially fine.
I love what you are.
I love what you do.
Oooooh! I love you. (kiss sound)
Well, I wanted just to tell you and it didn't take long
The way I feel about you is a kind of a song.
I started with ooh, I gave you a kiss,
I hope you liked the middle, now we'll end like this.
We go:
Ooooh! Snuggle Puppy of mine,
Everything about you is especially fine.
I love what you are.
I love what you do.
Fuzzy little Snuggle Puppy,
I love you.
I say:
Ooooh! Snuggle Puppy of mine,
Everything about you is especially fine.
I love what you are.
I love what you do.
Ooh, I love you!
(ending with long kiss)
Oh dearest Dimitri
your hybrid we've seen
but wherefore art the driver in muted green plaid
who stole my heart and won't give it back
Dimitri how i love him
let me count the ways
wish i could read his adaption of plays!
In my dreams i see him behind the wheel
and my heart is the wheel that he holds
sprouting wings i fly away to him
and the Dimitrilove never dims
May the Captain get dual citizenship and visit ports Canadian one day soon
Swoon...
submitted by Lea (I've capitalized Grace in this sonnet.)
SO oft have I invok’d thee for my Muse
And found such fair assistance in my verse
As every alien pen hath got my use
And under thee their poesy disperse.
Thine eyes, that taught the dumb on high to sing And heavy ignorance aloft to fly,
Have added feathers to the learned’s wing
And given Grace a double majesty.
Yet be most proud of that which I compile,
Whose influence is thine, and born of thee:
In others’ works thou dost but mend the style,
And arts with thy sweet Graces graced be;
But thou art all my art, and dost advance
As high as learning my rude ignorance.
He can't get her out of his mind
He thinks about her all of the time
He tries to cover up his feelings
But his eyes can't hide the way he feels
Can you keep a secret
Can you keep a secret
They know each other like no other
She wants to know him a little better
So she reads some of his poetry
She finds she's not alone as he sweeps her off her feet
Now her feelings are connected to the way he feels
They knew it all along
Can you keep a secret
Can you keep a secret
They know each other like no other
When they look into each others eyes, they see what's really there
All that was left behind in fear is getting another chance
There's purpose
There's meaning
And it's starting to seem that if we all just believe
We can do anything
This feeling they share that is so rare
Like a taste of wine in the pouring rain
Like a song that's broken in
Words of wisdom always there
Comfort, love, and care
Will their faith in love overcome society
We will wait and see
As you write the ending to their story
(by G_D_fan)
Ode to Sprouts and Dr. Yeats
Our hope that it should be their fates
(Blessed be our auburn Buddhist
Who finds in her a lover truest)
May they be beloved mates.
by G_D_fan
Maybe I’ve been dogged.
Babe’s been off like a prom dress.
The Mime speaks, baby.
Eric, we many
Future Mrs. Stoltzes wish
You’d move to Utah.
(To the tune of “On Top of Old Smokey”; in progress)
We love our Dimitri
All dressed down in plaid.
We hope you’ll keep waiting
'Til Grace is a grad.
You wooed us with Chekhov,
Cheese and Rashomon.
Come back O our Captain,
We can’t take that you’re gone…
by G_D_Fan
Happy Birthday Ysabella!
Yzzy, you are tres bella,
Eric should be your fella.
We send you hugs, I tell ya!