http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/forums/9 en-us Copyright 2006, Yuku feeds@yuku.com (FeedMaster) webmaster@yuku.com (WebMaster) Tue, 10 Sep 2002 10:33:27 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/9 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/3000/t/Port-Royal.html Draw back the veil of some four hundred years;
Look in that tavern, mark those buccaneers,
Far more engaged by grog than honest toils,
Who gorge and revel on their ill-won spoils;
Now hear the sudden thunder in their ears
As underfoot all firmness disappears
And at their mouths the rising ocean boils.
Then marvel as this port, the stamping ground
Of pirates on their hellish pleasures bent,
By quake and flood is tumbled... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Ray Checkley) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3000 Mon, 09 Sep 2002 15:06:41 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3002/t/Aqueducts-Slightly-revised-.html "Are you a cul-de-sac or a channel?" - Nancy Woods

AQUEDUCTS

A home is offered on a cul-de-sac
located at the bottom of a hill.
The carpet, furnishings, and bric-a-brac
would be at... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (rhyme2spare) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3002 Mon, 09 Sep 2002 04:24:28 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3001/t/Vox.html a silent desperation, as the sound
the omnipresent throb, the thump and pound
booms out and beats against you, like the sea
against a boy's bare legsso far from me,
yet still I see how you are turned around
as soon as your lips open, lost and found
again inside the music. You are free

But after you escape this sea of light and fog,
well, what then? Are you lost, diminished, turned
to flesh and nylon, altered... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Catrine Argent) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3001 Mon, 09 Sep 2002 01:21:20 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3003/t/partial-sonnet.html
She picks me up and sets me on the brim
of marble counters while I kick with full
force pale-oak kitchen cabinets. Aspirin
slides from cheek to cheek. I cannot swallow,

cannot keep the pill within my mouth.
I spit. And spittle pools at chin to drop
into my lap. She scoops it upthe mound
of temper tantrumtakes the bottle, pops

..... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (toni333) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3003 Sun, 08 Sep 2002 06:22:45 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3004/t/Spenserian-Tutorial-On-Sonnetry-revised.html
So you declare you want to sonnetize,
my friend. The sonnet fever's taken hold
of you. It is too late to realize
in full how its first symptoms will unfold.

You are like Midas, sovereign of old,
whose curse it was to alter everything
into the stuff mere mortals crave as "gold".
There is no limit to what sonnets sing.

You'll wish you were an ordinary king,
not gifted with poetics' magic yoke.
The day shall... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Dutch Crispin) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3004 Fri, 06 Sep 2002 13:08:47 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3007/t/Man.html a lock of hair, a shoe, a photo torn
from GQ magazine. Ill name him. Bobs
a solid, manly name, the kind thats borne
by solid, manly sales execs. Hell wear
the suit Ill sew him out of odds and ends.
Well work on conversation. Everywhere
we go, hell fit in instantly, make friends,
be centre of attention. "Bobbys here!",
theyll shout, beaming. Theyll slap him on the back,
buy him a drink and gather round to... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Clive3) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3007 Thu, 05 Sep 2002 23:38:42 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3008/t/Rites-Of-Passage-Revised-Version-II-.html
~ inspired by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe*

My friends were playing soccer round the lot
belonging to the church, an afternoon
ablaze with light. The sissy type, I got
attracted to the organ's solemn tune.

The neo-gothic church, whose yellow bricks
were tainted with exhaust, did not invite,
for its gloom, passers-by to cross the Styx
but for the weekend's Eucharistic... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Dutch Crispin) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3008 Thu, 05 Sep 2002 05:23:08 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3036/t/Pumpkin-Pie.html
Pumpkin Pie

He'd sworn that she was not his type, too thin
with, at the most, three-quarters of a working mind-
and, Geez, that laugh- a gerbil drowned in gin!
He'd stressed again that he abhorred that kind
of wet-lipped tart with slap fit for a clown,
all tawdry flesh and flash, a laughing stock,
hems hoist like flags and necklines plunging down:
sure signs of too much mileage on the clock.

His wife soon read the tale in Visa's... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (grasshopperuk) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3036 Thu, 05 Sep 2002 05:18:01 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3037/t/Red-Ink.html in stately paragraphs of flowing prose?
With thoughts of ink on papers weave, a thrill
in every crafted scene; who will expose

this plot that postulates in blatant schemes
the whimsy of the hack, the poets, dressed
in style and class? No author's dreams
include the critic - terminally distressed,

with pen, as scythe, impaled upon oak desk
where manuscripts in tattered scraps still lay.
This creature writes to... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (jpzell) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3037 Thu, 05 Sep 2002 04:49:43 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3005/t/Sympathy-for-the-Devil-teeny-revision-ignore-.html I should really be revising my last one, but it's like trying to finish a Rubik's cube with your eyes half closed, so it could take some time. Meanwhile, this one - the turn is a line late.


"And the serpent said unto the woman, Ye shall not surely... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Catrine Argent) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3005 Thu, 05 Sep 2002 00:06:44 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3034/t/The-Lark-revision-.html which breathes a life its own beneath your form
will bloom. Perfections subtle glimpse is worn
and brings no mercy to your beaded mirror.
How deft is your avoidance? Now, much nearer
your heart reproves your flight, your fretful storms.
Embrace and reminisce: its love you scorn
and dread. Each tear you shed proclaims it clearer.

Slow sprung from bed, this common garden flower
that rises up in full audacious... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (jpzell) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3034 Wed, 04 Sep 2002 10:07:34 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3009/t/A-Dutch-Hillbilly-s-Christian-Talk-Show-Blues-Revised-.html
I never want to get upset again
about corruption and hypocrisy
acclaimed by those who like inflicting pain
by means of television ministry.

I have no need of well-paid talk show hosts
smooth-talking with each petty antichrist
who afterward will join in raising toasts
backstage like to another landed heist.

The one and only thing I want for now:
to get away from all these saints who wreck
old time... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Dutch Crispin) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3009 Wed, 04 Sep 2002 06:23:39 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3038/t/Evolution-.html as thought, eschewed by masters far and few.
This form, you see, is varied, bold, and new-
not one that Petrarch, bless his soul had thought,
nor masses seeking bards have ever bought,
to soothe their troubled hearts and love anew
the sacred life so wrought with history's clues-
wherein the jongleur's smirk is sharply caught:

A man of Italia was known as Petrarch,
His name endeared for form in his art,
In short, his dreams... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (jpzell) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3038 Tue, 03 Sep 2002 16:03:01 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3035/t/State-of-the-Art-Revised-Again-.html first generation code: Life One-Point-One
We don't expect he'll walk before he's crawled.
He's laptop-bundled, pure phenomenon.
Initially, two megs of RAM will do.
No operating system needs more stuff
than it can process, plug 'n' play when new.
A modest modem speed should be enough
to keep him wired. Increasingly, demands
exceed innate resources -- that's the norm.
As Junior's drive capacity expands,
more... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (rhyme2spare) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3035 Tue, 03 Sep 2002 08:11:13 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3033/t/An-Unavoidable-Race.html Minds busy looking after number one.
Months of preparation etched on the face
all before the race has even begun.
Go! Surfing that wave of adrenalin.
Pounding the earth. eating up the ground, right,
left, right. Head throbbing with thoughts of to win.
You're free, released, just have to prove your might.

Finished after a final sprint, but why?
For such a sense of achievemnet all day.
Yet no feeling explains why... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Unregistered(d)) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3033 Tue, 03 Sep 2002 00:17:52 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3043/t/Dutch-Kentuckians-Sensing-Appalachia-II-.html
Here's to the girl who plays the violin,
a comfy smile upon her lovely face,
a clever school girl during working days,
now with a fiddle underneath her chin.

Here's to the lad who plays the mandolin,
his pick can hardly keep its master's pace
while picking strumming in a thousand ways
close harmonies and keen on joining in.

Here's to the girl who flatpicks her guitar,
who makes the best of melancholy lines
not written for a... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Dutch Crispin) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3043 Mon, 02 Sep 2002 16:33:06 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3006/t/Remedy-Shakespeare-In-The-Park-.html
Your critique is welcomed...

Nice to meet u all, btw...

Remedy
(Shakespeare In The Park)

When headlines scream ferocity and grief
And images of violence chill my bones,
When dreams which once imparted me relief
Are maimed by barren trees and ghastly moans,
When suddenly I spy a grey abyss
Which previously teemed with vibrant life,
And universal coding... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (JB2001) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3006 Sun, 01 Sep 2002 18:25:14 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3044/t/Canaille.html
~ "The Dutch cultural and journalistic elite
resides along Amsterdam's age-old canals."

Attending gigs next to an Amsterdam
canal she's searching for her lover's hand,
his solid shoulder that will understand,
the good vibrations journalese won't jam.

For politics she doesn't give a damn:
she's not that very special docile brand.
She's craving words once written in the... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Dutch Crispin) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3044 Sun, 01 Sep 2002 14:20:46 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3040/t/The-Sparrow.html The Sparrow

I dreamed of Beowulf and dragon-lore.
bright treasure gleaming underneath the hill,
brave kings who drank from brazen horns and swore
great oaths, berserkers crazed to hack and kill,
a lurk of monsters in their murky den,
gold rings, rich torcs, and magic swords unsheathed;
all thrilled my eager childish heart, but then
I found out what these warriors believed,
that life was like a sparrow in a storm
swift-winging through a... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (grasshopperuk) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3040 Sun, 01 Sep 2002 10:34:23 GMT http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3047/t/Arthur-Rimbaud-Cheeky-Sonnet.html
Cheeky Sonnet

Yes, bottoms differ. Countless times I've watched menfolks
with lowered trousers in what seemed secluded places;
and there where carefree young ones use to skinny-dip
I've studied impact and design of human asses.

Male bottoms are much firmer, if not often wretched,
in shapes less round and covered with defiant hair,
whereas the girls merely display a tuft of fur
that's... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Dutch Crispin) http://thesonnetboard.yuku.com/topic/3047 Fri, 30 Aug 2002 19:34:56 GMT