http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/forums/14 en-us Copyright 2006, Yuku feeds@yuku.com (FeedMaster) webmaster@yuku.com (WebMaster) Tue, 15 Jan 2008 18:29:13 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/14 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/5080/t/Removed.html feeds@yuku.com (Stephen C Scaer) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/5080 Tue, 08 May 2007 17:58:45 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/5079/t/Removed.html feeds@yuku.com (Stephen C Scaer) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/5079 Sun, 15 Apr 2007 18:42:20 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/732/t/Absent-Son-Revision.html
Revision

Gray highways into Auckland were awash
by 8.00 am. I joined the early train
of muted souls who made the drive for cash.
The past veered southward on a northbound lane.

I hear the naked keen of sorrow blow
through old pine stands that guard the corner... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Daniel Barlow) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/732 Mon, 26 Feb 2007 15:58:32 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/738/t/The-AIDS-Widower-Loves-Again-For-R-J-M-.html to blight his heart with dull neuropathy
that, for a decade, made him weep and wilt.
The grief, the rage -- that spectral shadow, guilt --
went on for what seemed like eternity
until, one day, he met a strange young man
whose smile dissolved the numbness and the pain.
At first he struggled, wanting to atone --
survival, pleasure, felt like treachery.
He felt it more appropriate that he
should be unloved, ascetic and... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Sandrivestian) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/738 Sun, 25 Feb 2007 01:28:33 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/735/t/Inertia.html yet not awake. With some velocity,
a frame or two ahead, I try to take
a step, to run beneath the shadow trees
along the lake. I hear my fathers voice
admonish me again to act, to save
myself or sacrifice myself, the choice
is mine. I try. My muscles wont behave.
Im gray and calcified. My energy
is captured in a stone that holds and saves
the secrets of the beach, that hears the free
and open midnight in the echoed... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Rick Mullin) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/735 Sat, 24 Feb 2007 23:26:30 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/734/t/a-sonnet.html she watches me as, on the walls of tombs,
the painted ladies wait the swollen womb
if falsely pregnant or fulfilled by fate.
And if I were a king in kingly state,
arisen from the deadness of this room,
unchained repentant moth from his cocoon,
the painted eye'd consume her paler mate.

Though from that seeing sun escapes no beam
her swelling seed is sown to every sight
and grateful flowers grow on any grave
and flourish... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (motomambo) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/734 Sat, 24 Feb 2007 22:24:41 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/741/t/In-Memoriam-J-G-C-1955-2006.html emerging from their lairs to undermine
her fragile friendship with reality.
a Faustian marriage clothed her stylishly
in size 2 suits -- Armani, Calvin Klein --
while stripping her of ego and of health.
That golden child, that sprite whom I adored
was racked by migraine. Rancorous divorce.
Cocaine. Emaciation. Many pills
exacerbated mind's and body's ills,
and slurring words of sorrow and remorse
went on until they... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Sandrivestian) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/741 Thu, 22 Feb 2007 22:52:18 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/736/t/Anthologies-Revised-.html
Anthologies

The dead care nothing about poetry,
nor do their wintered thoughts take any wing.
They have no song no joyful tune to sing
for they are sleeping. Should we let them be?

Our breathing makes the written word alive.
There is no life in cold anthologies.
A piece of driftwood needs a gentle breeze,
a stump without the roots can never thrive,
although it may look lovely... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (February) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/736 Thu, 22 Feb 2007 11:45:24 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/733/t/The-Real-Piano-Man-REVISION-I.html
Dear Billy Joel: play well tonight, my friend.
I have a gig most weekends on the keys
at Shaken Bliss, a dive down near the end
of nowhere. As you bank your royalties
and go home to your Steinway, spare a thought
for nameless hacks who crave each cautious tip
that clinks inside the jar; those overwrought
and florid songs that never fail to grip
romantic hearts. You really ought to bring
a crowd from Yankee... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (yolhanson) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/733 Thu, 22 Feb 2007 04:15:57 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/737/t/I-LONG-FOR-NOTHINGNESS.html
I LONG FOR NOTHINGNESS

I long for nothingness, long not to know,
beached like a rotten boat no one will claim,
while sun and salt leach out my vacant frame.
Oh,... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (sonnet622) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/737 Wed, 21 Feb 2007 21:59:47 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/744/t/The-Envelope.html "In Hong Kong, mourners leaving a traditional Chinese funeral are each given an envelope containing three items: a white wash cloth to wash away tears, candy to remind the bereaved of the sweetness of life, and a coin, as a symbolic token of the ancient custom of reimbursing mourners for travel so they wouldn't suffer any further loss."


My cloth has now been washed so many... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Sandrivestian) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/744 Wed, 21 Feb 2007 02:40:56 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/727/t/Google-Earth.html

Google Earth

The ultimate contraption, Google Earth,
can show you naked sunbathers. Of course
they look like ants. Theyre totally divorced
from beauty and from love, for what thats worth.

And suddenly Americas compelled.
The news sent everyone to their machines
to google Saint-Tropez. The magazines,
and hotel video can go to hell,
cause now we get it... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Rick Mullin) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/727 Tue, 20 Feb 2007 18:15:42 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/743/t/Three-Legged-Race.html who claimed the title of the fastest man
on earth. Electrified, I watched him kiss
the ground and never thought about the span
of time that separated first from last.

I think of super-athletes and retrace
their steps, of Jesse Owens who was cast
as villain against Hitler's master race.

I think about the stony crowd he met,
of Ben Johnson's world record and the stark
reality that showed it for a trick,
of boundaries we... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Daniel Barlow) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/743 Mon, 19 Feb 2007 21:15:43 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/742/t/Poem-for-my-Daughter-REVISED-.html
The poem was inspired by the "Disney Dreams" and "Happily Ever After" sonnets recently posted. Once again, I'm using a meter other than IP. Hopefully you can forgive me.

* REVISED *

You think your foot is just the size for Cinderellas slipper;
Youd like to go with Jasmine on a magic carpet ride.
And when you take a bath, you make... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (CPADave71) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/742 Mon, 19 Feb 2007 18:09:45 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/745/t/Happily-Ever-After-revised-.html ascends Miss Minchin's creaky attic stair,
she finds hot food, a fire in the grate,
and crimson silks bedeck her squalid lair.
Delighted, yet, somehow, not quite astonished,
the grateful green-eyed girl finds nothing strange.
Miss Minchin, fearing karma has admonished
her, lets her ruthless ways abruptly change.
The whole world loves a transformation scene;
exulting in the fairy tale and myth
where slavey... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Sandrivestian) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/745 Mon, 19 Feb 2007 02:12:31 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/747/t/Squeeze-Me.html attempt at archaic language




Were I that fragrant melon Thou didst seek!
Firm-fleshd, a pleasing hue, a ripened orb
that gushes nectar, sweet, at flavours peak
and summons Thee to sample due reward.
So like yon lemon am I, pale and tart;
too sharp of tongue and sometimes slow to speak,
yet deep within there waits a tender heart.

Though laced with salt from spent and sour... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (ponykeeper) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/747 Sun, 18 Feb 2007 19:13:19 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/749/t/Kir-Royale.html October on l'ile de la cit,
the attributes of femininity,
your hat, yes its your hat that I recall,
my elegant grandmother in your eyes,
her German gravity Italianate,
her boundless womans love reincarnate,
a kir royale. Ill not apologize
for mornings in her bed, how Id confuse
hers for my mothers dawn caress, suffused
in gravity, in flesh Italianate.
A kir... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Rick Mullin) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/749 Sat, 17 Feb 2007 20:52:35 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/754/t/2047-revision-2-w-t-to-all.html
Intent, he wittled years away to craft
his art, but what he held within his hands
was flint, some rudimentary artefact.
I'd call to him "Look! See the plumes of smoke
that crowd your world." I wish he'd only stood
and hurled his savage voice, his flesh and bone
against his enemy, but he would raise
his head too late, the climate changed too fast.

Subsisting, he was pushed to higher ground
and stared into oblivion to find
the... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Daniel Barlow) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/754 Sat, 17 Feb 2007 05:17:10 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/750/t/Disney-Dreams.html are rendered in a colorful parade
of trilling birds who harmonize with mice.
The images shock, as well as entice --
a million kindergarten minds dismayed
to see an orphaned fawn and slaughtered doe.
A cricket edifies Pinocchio
by singing an inspiring serenade,
melodically imparting sound advice.
A hideous chimera, in a trice,
becomes a prince, attractive and well-made,
from Beauty's kiss, a long, long time... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Sandrivestian) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/750 Sat, 17 Feb 2007 02:10:40 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/753/t/Pachinko-Poetry-Parlor-rev-.html

Pachinko Parlor

Walking down the rows you chose a game.
Though most machines are similar, their layouts
intrigue you, and you've got a hunch the payouts
between the brands and models aren't the same.
The scrutiny begins atop; your eyes
zigzag to track the balls that drop and ricochet
from point to point but somehow always stray
just... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (StephenEvans) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/753 Fri, 16 Feb 2007 11:05:11 GMT