http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/forums/6 en-us Copyright 2006, Yuku feeds@yuku.com (FeedMaster) webmaster@yuku.com (WebMaster) Fri, 12 Jan 2001 19:48:05 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/6 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/2014/t/Redeemed.html has mocked me at my every invocation.
These lines, like withered garlands, quickly blow
from mem'ry's field, defeating expectation.
It seems unjust that inspiration wanes
when I would couch my love in lyric form,
but I've produced no suitable refrains
to cloak my Love, and keep her spirit warm.
Yet as I read those lines that have been penned
by other men whose gifts exceed my own,
my bleak and wounded spirit starts to... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Museeker) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2014 Fri, 12 Jan 2001 12:42:20 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2012/t/The-Robe.html My first attempt. Please leave me with a little dignity.

Thanks,

Reed



The Robe

Encased within the shell of mankind's globe
restricted by tolls paid with human nerve
perchance a dreamer dreams his time is near
and draws within him strength to vanquish fear.
Surrender unto those what they deserve
at last, begin your quest to find the robe.

Rest within the glow of what is to come
and bask to hearken future afternoons
whose... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Unregistered(d)) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2012 Fri, 12 Jan 2001 01:30:55 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2010/t/more-bait-for-the-sharks.html
Wholly Dazed

A working mother subdivides her soul,
Despite rewards that build her feathered nest.
Demands conflict and guilt denies her rest,
Vacation soon becomes her blinkered goal.
Some days that her employers don't control,
A daze when nothing happens would be best,
A time when workday pressures she'll divest
In favour of a more important role.

But aching to act motherly... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (dizzydeni) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2010 Thu, 11 Jan 2001 16:36:46 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2026/t/my-volta-had-no-butt.html The clarity with which I speak is blurred.
My silent movements leave you all bemused,
My sparkling thoughts are dulled when turned to word.
The masterpiece I painted in my mind,
When viewed, becomes an infant's scribbled sketch,
My enigmatic comments undevined,
My window on the world a cloudy etch.
I reach beyond the safe-keep of my soul,
Revealing dreams, a glimpse across the moat.
The drawbridge will not lower... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (dizzydeni) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2026 Wed, 10 Jan 2001 12:38:30 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2030/t/A-Godsend.html there's one who ought to be there, but she can't be.
She's here performing ministries, and those mount
as presently she's cleaning out the pantry.

Her chariot got sidetracked in our kitchen
and, once she'd seen the pitiful disorder,
a heavenly declutterizing mission
commenced today at noon. Can we afford her?

I'll summon all my fortitude and scareful-
ly venture in the kitchen for a survey,
remaining ever... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (rhyme2spare) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2030 Tue, 09 Jan 2001 20:49:06 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2024/t/Happy-Birthday.html Let's don our hats and dust off our kazoos.
A year ago on this day (give or take)
the Sonnet Board was born. All hail the news.
First came the cordial forum, Sonnet Writing,
pure form and style were solely featured on it
But poets being poets strayed, inciting
our op to add another, Not the Sonnet.
The Sonnet Reading forum chiefly caters
to those whose printed works have touched our lives.
There is a private page for... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Rob McDaniel) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2024 Tue, 09 Jan 2001 16:50:49 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2020/t/Fit-Employment.html Our precious hours, within the lifeless confines
Of a clock's face, or toil but for a raise,
Counting each minute's worth, while gouging age-lines
Pillage our youth; when nature's holy shrine,
This Earth, unheeded, seems a far-off place,
Its daily treasures lost, nor yours nor mine,
But time's, who never curbs his steady pace,
Then must we pause, and feel the raindrops fall,
Marvel at clouds that... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Rich Roach) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2020 Mon, 08 Jan 2001 15:46:21 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2018/t/A-Poet-.html To squeeze the world into sweet, perfect phrases,
Chart Heaven/Hell by measured width and length,
Or seize on beauty's truth in Grecian vases;
For seldom's found in this world's ample store
The stately pleasure dome, of late decreed,
Or hags to hail us Kings upon the moor,
Or knights full plumely proud of maidens freed:
No Shakespeare am I now, or Eliot,
No sugared sonnets hasten from my pen,
And scarcely have I... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Rich Roach) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2018 Sun, 07 Jan 2001 20:13:38 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2028/t/To-be-a-leader.html
To be a Leader


A window with a view of what might be
Embrasure open wide to winds of change
At times my team will see a need through... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (dizzydeni) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2028 Sun, 07 Jan 2001 12:28:16 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2042/t/A-Parable-for-Preachers.html
A PARABLE FOR PREACHERS

The story's told of mission-minded preach-
ers blazing into Africa back when
such terms as "culture shock" and... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (rhyme2spare) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2042 Sun, 07 Jan 2001 07:56:31 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2048/t/A-Critique-for-the-Critics-.html I heard a rumour that folk were writing
poetry without a sense of humour
It seems that you depreciate an easy
form of Rhyme; And frown with deep despondency
confronting measured time. You scratch around
each thoughtful phrase and then you criticise
Turn deafened ears, and never heed the victim's
sad replies. I bet you're Californians;
Or living in New York. You're extremely
hyperbolic in the manner of your talk.
It's... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (TwmWirrion) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2048 Sun, 07 Jan 2001 02:08:49 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2044/t/Beethoven-s-Violin-Concerto.html

A startled lark arises, leaves her bed
of nascent song to soar above the lea;
a pure and healing salve of minstrelsy.
Distracted, decoyed, a careless tread
might end a thousand joys. Youre smitten;
you know at times she flies in mock dismay;
to save her fledgling songs, you're led astray.
And so, in fear to hurt, you stand and listen.

Those caged and blinded larks sang from despair,
sang not from love, but fear; not... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Unregistered(d)) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2044 Sat, 06 Jan 2001 18:01:09 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/1968/t/Superficial-Blue.html You live among the busy of the Earth
Underneath the rainbow, not above
Condemned are you by accident of birth
To dangle from a single thread of love

You're marching to an artificial time
The universal stranger you pursue
You paint of life on canvasses of rhyme
In pretty shades of superficial blue

But shouldn't you be dancing with the winds
And opening your armor at the seams
Repairing your imaginary friends
And honoring your legacies and... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Unregistered(d)) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/1968 Sat, 06 Jan 2001 17:57:21 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2046/t/Act-Five.html And embered youth, rekindled, burns once more
In wisdom's wizened breast ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Rich) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2046 Sat, 06 Jan 2001 17:17:27 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2034/t/Let-It-Snow.html
I use a special shovel made to push
the snow aside as it accumulates.
I get to work before it turns to slush
and flout the macho laws this violates.
My ticker isn't what it used to be:
the arteries are more than half occluded
and if I scoop, I get the third degree
from her to whom my life is servituded.
The guy next door sits tight, then when it stops,
he grabs his cast iron Himalayan scooper
and throws the snow around until he drops.
I wink... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (vfritts) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2034 Sat, 06 Jan 2001 15:02:49 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2022/t/Boy-Soldier.html I posted this a long time ago. Now much revised.

Boy Soldier
He posed for the photographer with pride:
a soldier leaving home whose childish grace
betrayed his fourteen years, although his face
gave little clue to how he felt inside.
I think his mother looked at it and cried--
it caught his spirit. Time could not deface
that image, nor time's challenges displace
his fortitude, till all was swept aside
that vivid day,... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (D G Anthony) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2022 Sat, 06 Jan 2001 14:15:16 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2036/t/Meter-Matters.html
METER MATTERS!

You wonder why the people roll their eyes
Dismissively as modern bard unveils
Haphazard sets of lines, to fantasize
One tittle or a jot won't tip the scales?

While verses suffer critical debate
Until their spontaneity grows dim,
A host... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (rhyme2spare) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2036 Sat, 06 Jan 2001 10:47:36 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/1988/t/Ode-of-a-Humpty-Grumpty.html Amazed by mewling stars, untouched by time,
still puking, young as ever, wise men don't fear
old bones and death, for age can be sublime
when shifted to the lean and slippered year,
a welcome sea of calm. It's loss of sense
to music, passion, song and laughter, kiss
of wife or daughters, sun and rain, commence
to haunt him more. No life prepares a man for this.

Wrapped in vinegar and soft brown paper
half his battling breadth; nevertheless, how
(not... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Unregistered(d)) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/1988 Wed, 03 Jan 2001 17:28:01 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2038/t/Confidant.html
How many folks can truly claim a friend
Who'll give, without embarrassment or pride,
Immeasurable love, and take in stride
Our failures, overlooking ways we've sinned
Against the name of friendship; one who'll spend
Each moment in our shadows satisfied
To simply listen, watch, and gently guide
Us to a truth few humans comprehend?
Anticipating need, the Maker chose
To set aside from claw and hoof and horn
The nobler elements in pure repose
With... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (rhyme2spare) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2038 Tue, 02 Jan 2001 21:54:30 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2005/t/Grandma.html
Oh grandma! I repose beside your grave,
And touch the white cold stone I so despise.
I praise your subtle grace I so much crave,
And wish with every breath that you would rise.
You talked about your gloomy memories.
How wars had shattered all your family.
You left your home to flee the miseries,
Yet they kept haunting you despicably.
The life you chose did not fulfil your dreams.
You savored bitterness in your retreat.
I'd witness... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Legend61) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2005 Tue, 02 Jan 2001 17:27:36 GMT