| Mike's Poem (Legend of Doom)
|Across electronic pathways,
And making statements on my board;
Comes a sarcastic user,
Claiming to be one of the abysmal hoard.
At first I was wary,
He had a talent for flaming out;
He got down and dirty,
Always letting you know what the facts were about.
Then night after night,
I began to see him in a different light;
Though his methods crude,
I noticed more often than not, he was right.
And when he was wrong,
Though I knew he could never apologize;
He'd cleverly sidestep,
Or disguise his error with a good compromise.
Imagine my surprise,
When I opened up with him a dialog;
And I slowly realized,
He was more like a prince and not just a frog.
It soon became apparent,
This young man was not your average kid;
I engaged him in wits,
But he held up his end like no one ever did.
Finally I met him,
At an all-night party I got to attend;
I have no more doubt,
From this day forward, that I will call him friend.
So now it comes to this,
A number of verses printed on a screen;
A simple dedication,
Then deleted, never again to be seen.
But know this my new found friends,
Should the world around you be shadowed with gloom;
Remember this example,
There's hope for you, if there's hope for Dr Doom.
© September 1993
| Mike's Poem (Legend of Doom2)
Things were really jumping,
The message bases were really full;
The good Dr Doom was happy,
Spreading his special brand of bull.
He'd flamed out on Debbie,
Because she didn't care for our trivial stuff;
And even though he apologized,
She never returned after leaving in a huff.
But did this bother him?
Well, most certainly not in any way;
Just one less person,
On his list that's titled, `All those who must pay!'
Then the worst possible thing happened,
In all of the VNETS a startling little quirk;
Almost no messages were posted,
And our poor Dr Doom went totally berserk.
He ranted and raved,
He accused the sysops of a conspiracy;
And of all the people he should find,
The one who got caught in chat, just happened to be me.
I told him to be patient,
That Jill, Cheryl and all had not gone away;
That things would soon be better,
Reminding him that Rome wasn't built in a day.
So with some gentle persuasion,
I convinced him there really was no mud;
Though he left somewhat satisfied,
It had cost me nearly a half pint of blood.
But now all is back to normal,
And to help prevent another slump, I wrote this poem;
And should this ever happen again,
And Dr Doom calls here, I'll pretend I'm not at home.
© October 1993
| Mike's Poem (Legend of Doom3)
A lot of things have happened,
Since we last visited Doom;
In the big house we call life,
He's entered another room.
Still full of self-importance,
New users bashing for smiles;
Reminding all around him,
His ego's measured in miles.
But a new side can be seen,
One before kept out of sight;
Yet came up to the surface,
On that cool November night.
A pretty girl named Tammy,
Who helped him to understand;
Some of the magic of love,
And just by holding his hand.
Though with all of life's lessons,
All things have at least two sides;
So much distance between them,
In Florida she resides.
And the day she went back home,
It was then that he had learned;
When love ignites your heart,
Chances are you will get burned.
They've managed to keep in touch,
By mailed letters and by phone;
But the distance was too great,
He felt very much alone.
He was choking in love's grip,
But his friends helped keep him sane;
Each taking the time to hear,
And help to ease the dull pain.
Yet time does heal all our hurt,
Even the good Dr's heart;
And he has now come to terms,
With the miles they are apart.
As far as this story goes,
Things are again back on track;
And the best part of it all,
Is soon she'll be coming back.
© May 1994