ROSE of TRALEE.Rhyming poetry only.--- http://aspiringpoets.yuku.com/forums/2 en-us Copyright 2006, Yuku feeds@yuku.com (FeedMaster) webmaster@yuku.com (WebMaster) Fri, 25 Dec 2009 00:26:59 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://aspiringpoets.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[ Best Floral Hat. ]]> http://aspiringpoets.yuku.com/topic/4389/t/Best-Floral-Hat-.html the cat sat on the welcome mat
her whiskers twitching in the sunlight.
Would you care to take some toast and marmalade?
she asked the passing Dalai Lhama
but he was in a hurry
and only had time to beam at her
and compliment her exquisite china.

When I asked Robin williamson for a light
he thought I asked him for a fight
and promptly struck me on the jaw
and pushed me through a nearby door.
When I... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Willowdown) http://aspiringpoets.yuku.com/topic/4389 Thu, 24 Dec 2009 21:23:36 GMT <![CDATA[ Variegated Mornings. ]]> http://aspiringpoets.yuku.com/topic/4388/t/Variegated-Mornings-.html Elasticated images of wondrous beauty come,
Like expanded complications threaded through the eye of fate
They hurry to the edges, just in case they are too late,
And they look upon each other in such ancient glowing ways
Just as Suns had done so long ago, upon their weary days,
Yet they still bore every moment like a cross to Calvary
For they still remembered Jesus, and the dreams he used to see.
... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (backstreetdreamer) http://aspiringpoets.yuku.com/topic/4388 Thu, 24 Dec 2009 06:45:00 GMT <![CDATA[ Why do we see beauty in Nature? ]]> http://aspiringpoets.yuku.com/topic/4385/t/Why-do-we-see-beauty-in-Nature-.html when it contains so much horror?
The amoeba, the ant, the bird,
the beast, the monkey, the man
- all are steeped in murder.
Even the most placid sea has its
dark and violent passions
whilst sun and rain can kill and maim.
In the heart of the brightest star
senseless fury rages,
blood and terror stain all
of history's pages.
The beauty of the spider's web
is but a cunning snare,
within... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Willowdown) http://aspiringpoets.yuku.com/topic/4385 Wed, 23 Dec 2009 21:05:41 GMT <![CDATA[ The real masterpiece. ]]> http://aspiringpoets.yuku.com/topic/4383/t/The-real-masterpiece-.html A baby's smile, a painted sea, another lovely day,
But every now and then I feel a sense of something more
That makes the gallery feel drab behind its shadow shuttered door,
I can see into a painting as I feel the artist's flow
Through desert sun or moorland breeze, or Himalayan snow
And a smile portrays the innocence that I once used to feel
When breezes blew with breathless joy, and sunrises... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (backstreetdreamer) http://aspiringpoets.yuku.com/topic/4383 Wed, 23 Dec 2009 00:40:45 GMT <![CDATA[ Silver Sapphor. ]]> http://aspiringpoets.yuku.com/topic/4380/t/Silver-Sapphor-.html where twelve elfin maidens sleep
cocooned in fine white crystal strands
woven from sheer moonlit sands,
lightly fashioned with deft passion,
nurtured in an offhand manner
by an old dame versed in glamour
- fish to brush their long gold locks
and eat the algae from their smocks.

Monster Mere, cold and drear,
where I spend my listless days
scheming schemes and weary ways
to snatch a kiss from coral... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Willowdown) http://aspiringpoets.yuku.com/topic/4380 Mon, 21 Dec 2009 22:53:22 GMT <![CDATA[ McWirter Blues. ]]> http://aspiringpoets.yuku.com/topic/4379/t/McWirter-Blues-.html to meet a fish I met in Alberta.
I won't say she has big gills
but when I mentioned her to Duncan McWirter
he almost had a cardiac infarction.

I'm going down to the railway station
rambling on my mind.
I won't say she has lips like a piranha
but she treats me so unkind.
Her scales are armour-plated
her thoughts are unrelated
her fins titanium-lined...

I'm going down... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Willowdown) http://aspiringpoets.yuku.com/topic/4379 Mon, 21 Dec 2009 22:51:05 GMT <![CDATA[ Sonnet for peace ]]> http://aspiringpoets.yuku.com/topic/4378/t/Sonnet-for-peace.html


One day we stand, at the gates of our very death,

Yet in God's sweet voice, we shall hear his tender... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (MrLeslie) http://aspiringpoets.yuku.com/topic/4378 Sun, 20 Dec 2009 05:57:28 GMT <![CDATA[ What's in a Name? ]]> http://aspiringpoets.yuku.com/topic/4376/t/What-s-in-a-Name-.html What's in a Name

When I was a child my parents would say
A good name is important in every way
It doesn't matter if the name is Smith or Jones
It's what people say about you on their phones

We grew up with a telephone party line
One short, one long, and hopefully some time
Ladies would listen carefully for a name
then they'd share what led to their fame

One had to carefully watch what you said
... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Wanda Fable Weaver) http://aspiringpoets.yuku.com/topic/4376 Sat, 19 Dec 2009 21:37:06 GMT <![CDATA[ Liquid silken faces. ]]> http://aspiringpoets.yuku.com/topic/4375/t/Liquid-silken-faces-.html Drifting through the grains of evening where the currents never die
Were those liquid silken faces peeping through mist muslin nets
Drifting in and out of focus, from a night that never sets,
Their expressions held such sadness, such a hint of once again
Just like artists on the pavement drawing pictures in the rain,
Although a portrait can run liquid shadowed Tintoretto tears
Each of those sombre... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (backstreetdreamer) http://aspiringpoets.yuku.com/topic/4375 Sat, 19 Dec 2009 13:55:39 GMT <![CDATA[ Nights in pink satin ]]> http://aspiringpoets.yuku.com/topic/4374/t/Nights-in-pink-satin.html


Knights in pink flannel shall inherit the earth

Those knights in pink flannel; they know what it's worth

So don't ever leave them alone in a town

You know that pink flannel is sure to turn brown!

 feeds@yuku.com (MrLeslie) http://aspiringpoets.yuku.com/topic/4374 Thu, 17 Dec 2009 06:01:46 GMT <![CDATA[ Who? ]]> http://aspiringpoets.yuku.com/topic/4373/t/Who-.html


Who tells the sea to come and go

Informs the flowers how to... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (MrLeslie) http://aspiringpoets.yuku.com/topic/4373 Thu, 17 Dec 2009 05:54:41 GMT <![CDATA[ On Display ]]> http://aspiringpoets.yuku.com/topic/4368/t/On-Display.html

We stand before You each and every day

Completely bare;

No camouflage, disguises or fahttp://aspiringpoets.yuku.com/topic/4368 Wed, 16 Dec 2009 19:27:10 GMT <![CDATA[ Walking with dragons. ]]> http://aspiringpoets.yuku.com/topic/4363/t/Walking-with-dragons-.html Meandering through lace cloud eyes, as secrets do through veils,
As crystal dragons fiery breath blew flame upon the hours
In incandescent whispers that dried up the early showers,
And curiously there seemed to be a seamless sense of birth
Between the fading of black diamonds and the waking of the earth,
When the evening's memory falters, like an ancient dying rhyme
Into moments of erosion on... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (backstreetdreamer) http://aspiringpoets.yuku.com/topic/4363 Wed, 16 Dec 2009 02:26:36 GMT <![CDATA[ GUIDING LIGHT. ]]> http://aspiringpoets.yuku.com/topic/4343/t/GUIDING-LIGHT-.html The brightest star that shines deep of night
Infant of God an emerald bright
In aura of silver; Jesus child
One of loving ways, so meek and mild

{To bestow on Earth his guiding light}

Kaleidoscope of awesome power
Sprinkles on down a stardust shower
That will cover all of Earth below
As the rays of moonlight makes it glow

{To bestow on Earth his guiding light}

Pray peace on... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (MrLeslie) http://aspiringpoets.yuku.com/topic/4343 Mon, 07 Dec 2009 01:54:49 GMT <![CDATA[ A bird on a branch. ]]> http://aspiringpoets.yuku.com/topic/4340/t/A-bird-on-a-branch-.html Join together in scattering gold everywhere,
Summer streams that stitch meadows together with song
Dance in sun shadowed joy as they tumble along,
And a bird on a branch silhouetted at dawn
Is much more than a bird, more a dream being born,
In each of these treasures the pleasure of seeing
Is just part of the natural beauty of being.


Smiling faces that shine from the mirrors of love
Eyes that... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (backstreetdreamer) http://aspiringpoets.yuku.com/topic/4340 Sun, 06 Dec 2009 08:54:46 GMT <![CDATA[ Unread books upon a shelf. ]]> http://aspiringpoets.yuku.com/topic/4336/t/Unread-books-upon-a-shelf-.html That spoke to me of many things,
Of unread books upon a shelf
Of pages torn and tattered verse,
Like chapters of my inner self
So intricate the poet's curse,
And even as the clouds looked down
The face behind their deathless veils
Cast fragments of an unborn frown
Upon the evenings painted sails.


And as the night ship sailed along
Within its sable solitude,
Through ocean songs of deathless... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (backstreetdreamer) http://aspiringpoets.yuku.com/topic/4336 Sun, 06 Dec 2009 01:54:14 GMT <![CDATA[ Let Me Be a Child Again ]]> http://aspiringpoets.yuku.com/topic/4334/t/Let-Me-Be-a-Child-Again.html



Let me be a child again
If only for this night
Let me feel excitement as
I gaze upon the lights
Placing shiny presents
In perfect order every day
Let me be the perfect angel
So that Santa comes my way!

Let me breathe the sweet aroma
Of tarts and apple pie
And see red candles burning
And gifts with big red ties.
Let me listen to the voices
Of carolers on the lawn
... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (FairEllen) http://aspiringpoets.yuku.com/topic/4334 Sat, 05 Dec 2009 15:22:07 GMT <![CDATA[ Trying ]]> http://aspiringpoets.yuku.com/topic/4331/t/Trying.html cunning and get some sugar in my life,
but being more suspicious than auspicious, leads to strife.
I'm tempted to actually attempt a bribe here,
around midnight, trying to make my agenda clear.

But this gal, blushing and thinking about chastity,
has numerous doubts about my trait of sincerity.
She doesn't believe I'd value a rose like her,
and I'm being far, far too... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Jim AKA RapidFire) http://aspiringpoets.yuku.com/topic/4331 Thu, 03 Dec 2009 18:16:10 GMT <![CDATA[ When You Outlive Your Dreams ]]> http://aspiringpoets.yuku.com/topic/4330/t/When-You-Outlive-Your-Dreams.html After performing our show one day at a nursing home one old gentleman approached me and told me how lonely he was. He had been a bushman and hard worker all his life and raised a family and sadly he had outlived them all and everything he worked for was now gone. It kind of touched me and I finally got round to puting some words together.

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... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (bush poet) http://aspiringpoets.yuku.com/topic/4330 Thu, 03 Dec 2009 05:00:43 GMT <![CDATA[ Wee Elf's Flute ]]> http://aspiringpoets.yuku.com/topic/4329/t/Wee-Elf-39-s-Flute.html imageToday, a lovely fairy gave me a wee flute

Because I am an elf dressed in a green suit

And on this dear little flute, a sweet tune I play

In the bright early morning and right through the day

I play tunes to dance to, and some others to sing

You can accompany me on your wee ding-a-ling... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (MrLeslie) http://aspiringpoets.yuku.com/topic/4329 Thu, 03 Dec 2009 01:40:27 GMT