Sonnet Writing http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/forums/2 en-us Copyright 2006, Yuku feeds@yuku.com (FeedMaster) webmaster@yuku.com (WebMaster) Fri, 11 Dec 2009 17:26:12 GMT Yuku Feeds 1.0 http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 60 Yuku http://static.yuku.com//feed/bypass/images/button-yuku.png http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/forums/2 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 Search Domain q http://yuku.com/search/direct/ <![CDATA[ The Smile ]]> http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/7285/t/The-Smile.html By winters lustrous moon
Spells decanted from the past
Foretold by ancient rune
He gazed at her across great halls
Of ancestral remains
And as a dove pierced arrow falls
His beating heart proclaims
This is the woman of my dreams
The Queen I'm looking for!
The truth cast open fate it seems
That I the fool ignore!
She hides her knowing all the while
In Mona Lisa's smile. ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Ravincause) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/7285 Tue, 08 Dec 2009 14:13:15 GMT <![CDATA[ Lord Ralph ]]> http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/7284/t/Lord-Ralph.html Lord Ralph


Outshone by luck, though cagey, he'd impress
with tales (the grift of high-proof subterfuge)
so tall and wide his pals felt parched to bless
their own zigzag of fortune. No mere stooge
to rock gut and regret, he nursed a plan.
The buzz assisted, ironing the details
of stupefying ledges. "What great man",
he'd say,... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (normball) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/7284 Mon, 07 Dec 2009 09:48:00 GMT <![CDATA[ Challenge: Your Personal Time Machine ]]> http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/7283/t/Challenge-Your-Personal-Time-Machine.html
]]> feeds@yuku.com (Mike Alexander) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/7283 Sun, 06 Dec 2009 10:22:35 GMT <![CDATA[ The Seat of Our Panting ]]> http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/7276/t/The-Seat-of-Our-Panting.html The Seat of Our Panting

The sex, we gobbled flat (or vertical,
depending on the chandelier and space.)
On scales of ten we sought no visual trace
as why subtract with things numerical?
How dull, mere skin: a tit, a mouth, a cock.
Anatomy's so not the thing at-hand.
Between the bodies, sparks that never land
as objects (e.g. scissors, paper, rock)
conduct the stuff of passion's sleight-of-hand.
Of... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (normball) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/7276 Thu, 26 Nov 2009 05:14:19 GMT <![CDATA[ Slither ]]> http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/7274/t/Slither.html Slither

"The common end of all narrative, nay of all, Poems is to convert a series into a Whole; to make those events, which in real or imagined History move on in a straight Line, assume to our Understandings a circular motion --the snake with its Tail in its Mouth." --- Samuel Coleridge, Collected Letters IV (1815)

Accomplicing that plot device, surprise,
the day shone picture-blue. Our Sunday walk
assumed... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (normball) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/7274 Sun, 22 Nov 2009 08:16:09 GMT <![CDATA[ Dress Parade ]]> http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/7272/t/Dress-Parade.html Dress Parade Rev.#2

Military School

April, 1965



They're marching by with strict impunity,

Starched, acne-scarred, and yawning from the night

before when they were fondling mystery.

The captain's sword would split his nose: eyes right!



How he glitters in his golden brass,

jutting out his jaw! His fox-like face

like his wing tips, shining. The man-to-be will pass
... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Lance Levens) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/7272 Thu, 19 Nov 2009 13:56:02 GMT <![CDATA[ Post Card ]]> http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/7271/t/Post-Card.html Post Card

My love, the clanging cable car on Hyde
was good enough to break the leaden spell
that folded me in fog. The falling ride
and hint of burning elevator smell
delighted me. I felt the weight of light,
the air of all your New York cabaret.
Into the lustrous loneliness of night
I rang up from the drone of lonely day.
It dangled by apartments till the chime
announced our progress in the rich and blighted
streets... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Rick Mullin) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/7271 Wed, 18 Nov 2009 06:26:32 GMT <![CDATA[ Nightshift ]]> http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/7270/t/Nightshift.html The cricket's ear seemed cocked for radio,
its signatory sign-off. Then dead air
much like the television's abject snow
at two a.m. His sound beside the stair
crescendoed at the statical applause
to which the guard inferred a harmony
--his auteur in the lobby. So it was
the seamless hand-off seemed so charming he
resisted squashing it, as why cement
resurgent silence? Neither shared a bed.
Towards... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (normball) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/7270 Tue, 17 Nov 2009 04:40:39 GMT <![CDATA[ Sales Instinct ]]> http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/7266/t/Sales-Instinct.html Evolved beyond habituated tomb,
the elevator speaks. (Some stranger found
that breath spray sells within a sealed-off room
of anxious bipeds leaving solid ground
for prospects housed in treeless altitudes.)
Saber-toothed tigers haunt the crucial sale
--old nemeses. Taut cables lift the moods
that hang like vines for some prehensile tail.
That's evolution honing its appeal
by mitigating pheromonal risk... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (normball) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/7266 Sun, 15 Nov 2009 06:55:00 GMT <![CDATA[ Motor-Cycle Accident ]]> http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/7265/t/Motor-Cycle-Accident.html Though the details are invented, the story, which I heard from my wife, happened many years ago in Ireland

A furtive exit from his father's shop,
His passenger the curly-headed Florrie.
Together they rode past the ancient quarry
To spend the evening at a local hop.
A skidding... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Minos) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/7265 Fri, 13 Nov 2009 06:47:15 GMT <![CDATA[ Bathroom Reading Material ]]> http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/7264/t/Bathroom-Reading-Material.html Bathroom Reading Material

I'm late reporting Paris' arrest
http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/7264 Thu, 12 Nov 2009 21:51:31 GMT <![CDATA[ Sonnet [working title] ]]> http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/7263/t/Sonnet-working-title-.html
No real "title" yet. I'm not sure if it needs one, but if so I was thinking something along the lines of... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Thomas Grady) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/7263 Thu, 12 Nov 2009 15:57:36 GMT <![CDATA[ I Met With A Corpse ]]> http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/7261/t/I-Met-With-A-Corpse.html

I met with the corpse of a boy once mine

He'd come to toss my ashes to the stream

I wore on my wrist a lock of hair fine,

Cut from my own head, that gave a bright gleam.

 feeds@yuku.com (Gabi C) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/7261 Tue, 10 Nov 2009 01:21:32 GMT <![CDATA[ Our Planet ]]> http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/7260/t/Our-Planet.html Sunrise and sunset sweeping gently round
To what high, cosmic melody, whose sound
Can mark the measure of her dance in space,
Enwrapped in filaments of cloudy lace,
At either axis permanently crowned
With brilliant white, in spreading oceans gowned,
Gaia, the planetary queen of grace.

No longer seen as there to be subdued
And then exploited. We are at a stage
Of history where true solicitude
Can... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Minos) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/7260 Mon, 09 Nov 2009 11:08:22 GMT <![CDATA[ The Gods of Bounds and Buses, Have They Fled? ]]> http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/7259/t/The-Gods-of-Bounds-and-Buses-Have-They-Fled-.html The Gods of Bounds and Buses, Have They Fled? 1.

The penis is inflatable. Life sucks
at balanced acts. With dull abhorred shears
dumb fate rolled over Jack, all of three years.
His terminus? A Coachman Super Lux.
Sir Mick, aged 64, of eight chateaus
and 14,000 mistresses (last count),
surveyed the tiny form in fresh repose
laid-out, unsexed,... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (normball) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/7259 Sun, 08 Nov 2009 19:37:24 GMT <![CDATA[ Mob Mobius ]]> http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/7257/t/Mob-Mobius.html They cast the families now. Today's made men
are half-made-up to mock a way-back-when
no one can hold a camera to. One leg
outside the frame, another trying to peg
Pacino's backslide in Carlito's Way.... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (normball) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/7257 Sat, 07 Nov 2009 14:53:18 GMT <![CDATA[ Sonnetocracy ]]> http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/7255/t/Sonnetocracy.html One man, one note. Let meter be thy guide.
The times require no less. Treat formal style
as antidote. Rank freedom must subside
or else the rabble's babble will defile
deliberative craft. All spoken streams,
crude-fashioned from the streets, are best put down
to ignorance. Although the beggar dreams... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (normball) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/7255 Fri, 06 Nov 2009 04:42:06 GMT <![CDATA[ American Literature Assignment ]]> http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/7254/t/American-Literature-Assignment.html
The Deer Hunt

Oh great creature in the woods,
I dedicate this ode on your behalf.
I know that you among the hunters... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (mattf) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/7254 Fri, 06 Nov 2009 04:18:33 GMT <![CDATA[ Juliet ]]> http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/7253/t/Juliet.html

Juliet (Revised)

You question love, and so inspire, that I

http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/7253 Tue, 03 Nov 2009 05:59:26 GMT <![CDATA[ Edge of the World ]]> http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/7252/t/Edge-of-the-World.html At times the world revolves on an abyss
so compassing, old sailors dab their brows
and curse the interregnum through the mist.
Safe passage earns a keep where captains house
the spoils. Their galleons brim with Aztec gold
feeds@yuku.com (normball) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/7252 Sun, 01 Nov 2009 19:58:53 GMT