http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/forums/11 en-us Copyright 2006, Yuku feeds@yuku.com (FeedMaster) webmaster@yuku.com (WebMaster) Tue, 19 Apr 2005 12:59:16 GMT Yuku Feeds 1.0 http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 60 http://static.yuku.com//feed/bypass/images/button-yuku.png http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/forums/11 Yuku - free hosted forums and profiles 88 31 {pics-1.1 "http://www.icra.org/ratingsv02.html" l gen true for "http://yuku.com" r (nz 1 vz 1 lz 1 oz 1 cz 1 ) "http://www.rsac.org/ratingsv01.html" l gen true for "http://yuku.com" r (n 0 s 0 v 0 l 0 )) Search Domain q http://yuku.com/search/direct/ http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3840/t/Donuts.html
Donuts

I see something far away, its hazy.
The texture is so silky smooth and round
It appears to be extremely glazy.
I am so hungry; I feel like a hound.

The scent of the donut excites me.
The smell of it is so good; its heaven.
I want to get my hands on this pastry.
I could certainly eat more than seven.

The luscious taste of it feels wonderful.
When I bite into it, I want to cry.
It is so... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (waterboy0847) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3840 Tue, 19 Apr 2005 12:59:16 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3846/t/Have-Your-People-Call-My-People.html my teenage hookers have self-righteous dreams;
my scumbags never do acknowledge blame;
and street cops linger over Krispy Kremes.
Most demographics will identify
with plots that end up totally confused,
true justice thwarted by a lawyer's lie
and victims bureaucratically abused.

Let's get real; people know the world's not neat,
that real detectives get real hemorrhoids
and body odor. Evil should defeat
the... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Michael Juster) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3846 Sat, 11 Sep 2004 12:25:36 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3843/t/Purity.html
When puritys debauched, forever stained
by velvet promises turned thickets thorn,
its on my sleeve my broken heart is worn,
my tears then shall by love eternal wane.
Diminished then the days and nights are strained,
their celebration cleansed by naked scorn,
elation now cessation turned forlorn
repose eludes me as a weeping rain.

Whatever I could give I freely chose
to lavish without selfishness or bound
enlightened by your flare I could not... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Crazybored) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3843 Sat, 11 Sep 2004 09:18:15 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3844/t/Risk-and-Ruin-aka-The-Gambler-.html unblinking siren named for taking down
famed fortunes with a frown, calls without shame
to me. Unfailingly, I'm overthrown.
Illustrious, elusive, she entices-
the temptress of the tables and the track.
The markets are intoxicating vices
she proffers like a floozy on her back.

But she is mine for I am hers; a pawn
in servitude to woo, amidst the clamour,
her... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (frances kennedy) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3844 Sat, 11 Sep 2004 03:51:28 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3851/t/Service-Pack-2.html When I come back, it's hanging on my screen
Hogging my tools, fat, useless, and obscene,
A waste of work astounding and appalling.
Oh God! I feel seductive Fury calling
to vent my rage upon a dumb machine
as if itself it merited my spleen,
as if it caused the crap that now is falling
out of the Net - a poor excuse for sky -
upon the heads of all who try to use
Windows XP. We try and try and try,
we put up with all... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Zeke Hoskin) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3851 Thu, 09 Sep 2004 07:50:16 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3848/t/Candy-Clouds.html

A shoal of ghostly fishes slowly floats
along the azure ripples, quickly chased
by snapping crocodiles. A washed-out boat
pursues the quaint parade. With eager haste,
a giant hamster darts across the blue.
Perhaps he is the hungry hunter, bane
of Sapphire Kingdom, or the kangaroo
that leapt upon a candied counterpane.

Who gobbles up the fluffy mallow clouds?
The topaz ruler of the skies will know.
He watches all their antics,... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Rhapsody of Rhyme) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3848 Thu, 09 Sep 2004 01:36:06 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3849/t/A-Brief-History-of-Time.html in sentimental things that make us cry:
A mournful Irish air; or passing years,
a solemn still life of our days gone by.
Each sight -- each sound -- each scent, romanticizes
some long-forgotten moment, redefined:
A rosy-colored dream that crystallizes
into a grainy photo in ones mind.

There lies within our souls a fond belief
that lifes true sweetness lives in bygone days.
The future may be new, but its... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Grady1) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3849 Tue, 07 Sep 2004 14:23:08 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3847/t/Poetic-Pilgrimage.html My verse would gain a well-defined direction,
For the real motives seem diverse in spite
Of my obsessive drive toward pure perfection.
This impulse has become habitual,
Hence rendering me weak against its sway,
For placation proceeds to ritual,
Procedures manufactured to obey.
Thus, like a firmly contrite flagellate
Who self-inflicts a penance for his faults,
I seek salvation that will so abate
The pains that my unsated... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Thomas Morgan) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3847 Mon, 06 Sep 2004 12:13:00 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3854/t/9-11-01.html

Why Hast Thou Forsaken Me?

The three-year anniversary is falling;
our media, reprising endlessly.
My favorite: The mournful caterwauling
of "Where was God that day?" and why did He
abandon us in time of greatest need?
What profit, for three thousand lives to end
for no sufficient reason (save, indeed,
to... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Grady1) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3854 Fri, 03 Sep 2004 09:27:09 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3860/t/Doubly-Blessed-Tweaked-w-thx-.html "When you come to a fork in the road, take it!" -Yogi Berra

DOUBLY BLESSED

The Maker etched his mark on each of us
and set our strides together on the path,
allowing us to skirt the frivolous
and vain. It isn't hard to do the math.

By all accounts, the bottom line is Love
expressed in unconventional arrays
of service and... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Nada Lott) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3860 Fri, 03 Sep 2004 09:24:23 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3855/t/Atrophied-and-Sterile.html Biting my pen, like Sidney long ago;
Finding my only thoughts a sad confusion;
Looking to other poets in the hope,
Maybe, that this or that one would provide
Springboards to an original idea;
Wondering if it's all a waste of time -
After all, poems don't give any real
Help in the daily work of staying alive;
Doubtful if many people even read
Poems, save Wordsworth and his bloody daffs:
Still, though, I longed to, though... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Steve Horsfall) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3855 Thu, 02 Sep 2004 06:26:25 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3859/t/England-in-2003-After-Shelley-.html With a right-wing Home Secretary who
Out-Howards Howard in what he devises
To persecute the weakest, with a view
To please the 'Daily Hate-Mail': that despises
All Labour once believed and tried to do.
'Big Brother' and Big Macs now fill the role
That panem et circences once supplied.
Cholesterol and pap are swallowed whole;
Real popular culture hasn't quite yet died,
But will do soon. Meanwhile, the ozone hole
And other... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Steve Horsfall) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3859 Thu, 02 Sep 2004 06:16:00 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3845/t/The-Summer-s-Winter.html though August is used up, worn out, and gone:
a lame-duck season, crawling weakly on
toward its death in autumn's gloom and chill.
The geese are huddling. Soon and soon they will
take wing for lands the sun still smiles upon
until their blood by spring is northward drawn
(at least, the ones the hunters didn't kill.)
Like summer, I am breathing, walking, warm
and sliding down to silence, coldness, dark:
How brief the... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Zeke Hoskin) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3845 Wed, 01 Sep 2004 07:46:08 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3858/t/Smitten-Hurry-GO-.html Could you point out any punctuation errors for me?
Thanks lots

Smitten: Hurry, GO!

Flirtation in Penn Station is a bitch.
Its go, go, go - ditch subtlety and tact.
My plan must spring to life without a hitch.
The holidays are coming; time to act.
I hurry from the Path Train. He is... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (JB2001) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3858 Sun, 29 Aug 2004 06:41:09 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3850/t/Friendly-Friends.html "And though she's married, I would like to glance
Up her short skirt and touch her as we dance.
I wish that I could overcome her fear!"
His words are sticky teases on her ear
Insisting she respond to his romance.
And when she's gone, the thought of him would prance
About her mind as dreams this coming year.

Before she left, she led him in their play.
She'll wait for hell to let her husband know,
Whose... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (frankhubeny) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3850 Wed, 25 Aug 2004 22:10:59 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3862/t/Painting-in-the-Garden-Revised-.html ..........Painting in the Garden

I used to spend so long on foliage, dot
by dot, I'd Seuratize the leaves.You changed
all that. Thank heaven for a Master knowing what
was what, and how affairs can be arranged
with flair. You painted by a defter plan:
a fan-shaped brush to lay curved colour down.
Your fingers brushed my wrist. Your sleight of hand
laid subtle drifts of green and gold... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (grasshopperuk) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3862 Tue, 24 Aug 2004 20:53:19 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3865/t/My-Wife-s-Friend.html
My wife went back to finish up her thesis
and spent some time too close to her old friend.
It's too late now to pick up all the pieces --
I... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Zeke Hoskin) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3865 Tue, 24 Aug 2004 15:21:51 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3864/t/Taking-Leave-w-line-revisions.html
Taking Leave

The heavy handed heat engaged its grasp
so tightly even breathing was a strain.
A distant grumbling darkness threatened rain
and breakfast was disrupted by an asp.
His suitcase spilled its contents when the clasp
he'd forced to close gave out. The bloody train
lurched; he struck his head and cursed the pain,
as aisles that reeked of urine made him gasp.

He hunkered in his seat and stared outside
at lush green fields that... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (heartsong7) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3864 Tue, 24 Aug 2004 07:21:12 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3861/t/Gifts-Blank-Verse-Sonnet-Challenge-All-Comers-Welcome-.html I'm going to call this marriage of BV and internal rhyme an Echo Variant. Got an idea for another hybrid form? Feel free to add your own to the thread, please, assuming the administration does not object.

GIFTS

God bless your boundless energy; your moves;
the grooves you hollow in my heart; the way
you say the most outrageous thing, and then
you... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Nada Lott) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3861 Tue, 24 Aug 2004 02:21:19 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3853/t/The-White-Throat.html my birthday mourning; operatic trills
festoon the pines with fragile strands, a lace
of clear soprano beads. Each grace note spills
across my fields, your offertory call
a fenceline strum, until the silver dance
is pulsing down its strands. The rise and fall
of sun-traced wire reveals a red mischance,
while you cry out; one twisted barb impales
both wings. This rusted, crucifying spike
transfixes both of us. Your anthem... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (arabianlady) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3853 Mon, 23 Aug 2004 10:00:37 GMT