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To be blunt,... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (rhyme2spare) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2539 Tue, 25 Jun 2002 11:50:55 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2533/t/Driving-Lessons-CONTENT-WARNING-.html
She moves her little lovely catlike tongue
between her moistened secretary lips,
her hands upon the leather-coated wheel,
her eyes upon the sunny street, and starts
to park while slowly slowly rolling back
between two other cars that left some space
for this beginner's parking exercise.
Yes! -- Finally she is tremendously
relieved she didn't hit the curb at all
and drives her hand through blond and longish hair,
an Amazon descended from her... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Dutch Crispin) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2533 Mon, 24 Jun 2002 02:16:23 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2535/t/Spent-Stolen-or-Strayed-revised-again-.html
REVISION #2

How desperately I miss it. Though the joy
it gave was often countered by the pain,
what I would give to hold that strange alloy
of finest gold and blemished brass again.
Though slightly tarnished with the vexing stain
that reckless inexperience impressed
upon it, how I hunger to reclaim
the prize that I so long ago possessed.

So often it's belatedly we vest
our assets with a worth beyond their cost;
we... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Spindleshanks) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2535 Sun, 23 Jun 2002 22:14:17 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2543/t/Simple-Things-formerly-Star-Quality-.html or second glance. In easy reach (hip-high
to me) it held its place until it caught
a ranging two-year-old's exploring eye.

His caper brought the household to the brink
of brownout. Unequipped to do my job
conveniently, I wracked my brain to think
where tiny hands might hide an oven knob.

If mental inventory of a room
begins with little things that would be missed,
the most unlikely candidates assume
a... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (rhyme2spare) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2543 Sun, 23 Jun 2002 04:34:46 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2541/t/Patupaiarehe-Summer-REVISED.html A Puriri is a large tree.

Version #2


Alone. It's hot. Familiar odours steam
in tones of brown... the trees are breathing earth;
dark humus wets their feet and mine. I lean
against an ancient Puriri, its girth
a measurement of time. It gathers me,
absorbs my consciousness, and gives me birth
into another world... of energy
that flows between the trees, that fiercely sweeps
in elemental chaos from... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Kathleen Earsman) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2541 Sat, 22 Jun 2002 06:01:24 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2534/t/The-Nursing-Home-Revision-.html
Out on the terrace we could hear the songs.
First raindrops showered tardy relatives
arriving through the gate. "This girl belongs
to our champion who barely lives."

She was as youthful as the folks were old,
in baggy khaki shorts, her sockless feet
in boyish shoes. She paused and stooped to hold
a granny's withered hand, a saintly feat.

The rain subsided and the barbecue
could go ahead. She queued up... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Dutch Crispin) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2534 Thu, 20 Jun 2002 13:13:16 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2530/t/-quot-american-sonnet-quot-.html thanks for the comments on the last one i posted awhile ago. i've been reading everyone's work and i'm sorry that i have been shy about commenting. i'm becoming more comfortable about what to say and how to comment, so i'll be more active now on the list i hope.
here is a second piece for your consideration...i have been drafting it for awhile, and it really took form after 9/11.
thanks,
adam


American Sonnet

The sound that freedom makes is but... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Unregistered(d)) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2530 Wed, 19 Jun 2002 20:30:32 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2545/t/The-Gloaming-Revision-1-.html
Contours of shadows frame a brief terrain
of luminous collage, as Sol performs
the final chorus-light of days refrain.
A farewell burst of brilliant rays transforms
a muted scene into a vibrant chord
of dazzling color. A bow, then a descent
at the horizon prompts the heavens toward
the purple curtains of the nights advent.

The final act of vesper turns the last
majestic breaths into a twinkling ken.
I pray my final setting is so... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (MtnLioness) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2545 Wed, 19 Jun 2002 13:09:17 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2531/t/Knock-Need-Revised-.html "Go often to the house of your friend, for weeds choke up the unused path." - Anonymous

KNOCK NEED

I'm waiting, quivering with dread, between
your door and the familiar country road
that points the way back home. I felt I owed
a duty call at last. Beyond the screen,
I see you darkly now ... an awkward scene
gains imminence. Where... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (rhyme2spare) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2531 Sun, 16 Jun 2002 05:15:14 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2536/t/Mary-Page.html Dame Mary Page, relict of Sir Gregory Page, Bart.
Died 1728, age 67.

with this inscription -
In 67 months she was tap'd 66 times
had drawn away 240 gallons of water
never once repining at her case
or fearing the operation

Milton is also buried nearby.
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And hast thou won thy rest, O Mary Page,
and shall thy crystal fountains spring no... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Dave McClure) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2536 Sun, 16 Jun 2002 03:37:08 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2532/t/Stuffing-it-In.html
Today I think that I shall do a sonnet:
Ill see to it before the mornings out.
Just one word rhymes with sonnet, but no doubt
a slant can be insinuated--Done it!
So far so good. Enjambment helps: lets run it
between the lines. Im half-inclined to flout
the rule that says a volta comes, about
line nine. Screw Petrarchs horse and those upon it.
But like the horse Im knackered, so lets try
to reach a lazy climax; soon be there:
just ease it in,... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (D G Anthony) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2532 Fri, 14 Jun 2002 10:09:43 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2889/t/A-Wild-And-Crazy-Gal.html

A wild and crazy gal with wide, brown eyes--
she wears love's promises upon her sleeves,
acknowledges that life's too short, denies
that broken hearts stay broken long, deceives
her own accepting heart no more to care.
Commitment's not rewarded in this life.
Still trusting, but much wiser, will compare
her single state to that as former wife.
And dancing now at parties she enjoys,
while drinks and freedom rouse her inner... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (DanDLion) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2889 Sat, 23 Feb 2002 05:52:28 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2895/t/This-poem-quot-As-quot-.html
As

As death eludes the posse of our thought
Which stalls in awe to shiver at the brink,
The gaunt mythology which we've been taught
Both cripples and corrupts the way we think.
Instead of celebrating self alive
With legs to roam the earth, and eyes to see,
We're... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (3dlight) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2895 Mon, 18 Nov 1935 10:14:44 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2890/t/I-Search-For-You.html

I search for you upon life's unknown way--
where straight and narrow paths will wind and bend,
where turns of loneliness lead minds astray,
misguiding hearts that bravely, blindly wend.
Through thick and thin terrain does psyche spread--
the landscape of conviction sear or dense;
I search for you in deserts dry with dread
and shadowed forest much too drear to sense.
I hope to find the truth--if love is real--
from nadir's well to zenith's... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (DanDLion) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/2890 Fri, 22 Feb 2002 07:39:05 GMT