http://writerswork.yuku.com/forums/5 en-us Copyright 2006, Yuku feeds@yuku.com (FeedMaster) webmaster@yuku.com (WebMaster) Sun, 13 Apr 2008 18:47:27 GMT Yuku Feeds 1.0 http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 60 http://static.yuku.com//feed/bypass/images/button-yuku.png http://writerswork.yuku.com/forums/5 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://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/8/t/Thin-House.html famished and flayed;
gnawed at by stark
egoic, "ME!" absurdities
tightening
round my fat.

Thin houses;
"ME" mites hollow our clay to hull
in the face and blaze of that third eye.
How much more then, "Enough!"
til it be said well
done?

2/17/09

]]> feeds@yuku.com (dj houston) http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/8 Sun, 13 Apr 2008 18:47:27 GMT http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/11/t/My-Poemies.html

feeds@yuku.com (Heather Dugdale) http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/11 Thu, 13 Dec 2007 12:42:37 GMT http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/12/t/Prayer-Of-A-Writer.html
Dear God!
I want the world
to be a better place.
I have so many nice things to
tell the world!
So-
Let my thoughts
turn into words,
let my words
turn into letters,
let my letters turn
into books
and let my
books be known all
over the world and
may peace come soon
in our times. Amen.

Aaron
helpwithyouressay.com/ feeds@yuku.com (helpessay) http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/12 Sun, 02 Dec 2007 04:00:27 GMT http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/13/t/Losing-You.html Let the pain press on
And build it's own armies
Arm your heart against the evasive enemy
Arm it with a strong shield
March to the beat of your mental drummer
Then sound the cry
Lay it low
With the other unknowns ]]> feeds@yuku.com (THERESEWANECK) http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/13 Sat, 17 Mar 2007 04:57:14 GMT http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/16/t/The-Pen-Runs-Dry.html Trapped in a solitary prison
Like a criminal in a hollow cell
Wrung out and strung out
Reeking of rat odors
Shaking the bars barely
Breathing
Clinging to a lonely sentence
Trembling from worn out words
A termite chews on my nerves
Flinging mad and singing sad
Suffering from a wilted pen
Chewing until the end
Freedom ]]> feeds@yuku.com (THERESEWANECK) http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/16 Thu, 08 Mar 2007 06:17:07 GMT http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/17/t/Unwrapping-Him-With-Surprise.html The ribbons seem much too gold
For her to ever dare to hold tightly
Tagged awards fly as the bright paper
Unfolds a judgement is celebrated again
Knowing that every passing holiday
She envelopes him like an unexpected gift... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (THERESEWANECK) http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/17 Sun, 04 Mar 2007 07:32:13 GMT http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/20/t/Oceans-Of-Tomorrow-s-Promises.html Tossing rolling tipped spins
With an inundate of promises
That I may fly high with them
Gliding with the gracious gulls
Gallantly opening a locked door
Splicing waves weaving yesterday
Turning all that lies on the shore
And treasures on the ocean floor
Patterns of tomorrow and today
Always discovering what lies in store
For humanity's sake and the birds of prey

]]> feeds@yuku.com (THERESEWANECK) http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/20 Mon, 30 Oct 2006 10:15:02 GMT http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/22/t/Courage.html Within my very being I know exactly what you
While you pursued me I feel in love with you, is this a card you played to ensure I would never stray?
I am not sure I have the courage to send you away.

Each night you visit me, but do I have the strength to say no?
When I attempt to do this I can't look into your eyes
If I do I will fall under your spell, then for sure I couldn't make you go
When it comes to... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (lanaia74) http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/22 Wed, 25 Oct 2006 00:33:38 GMT http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/18/t/Come-With-Me.html To a land beyond sickness and pain
I will be your best friend, please let me stay
I will make you free as a horse's mane.

Come away with me
To the land beyond all logic
I promise you will be happy, just wait and see
Away from all the world's evil so thick.

Come with me ecstatic you will be
No more will you play life's devastating game
I will deliver you from life's bloody sea
You have everything to... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (lanaia74) http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/18 Tue, 24 Oct 2006 01:22:52 GMT http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/15/t/Arise-My-Love.html I chant from the book of the dead from the valley of the kings
Five thousand years in the other world we have paid a fee
Together again in this life our hearts will sing.

Arise my love I chant over your wrapped body
Please the black chariot of death bring my love back to me
The soul you posses is so horrid and ungodly
But I would perform any sacrilege for our love again to be.

With you I shall unleash a demon from hell
But I... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (lanaia74) http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/15 Mon, 23 Oct 2006 01:05:20 GMT http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/26/t/The-Rider.html There seems to be some sort of evil stirring in the air
A chill is in the air so cold and gray
I'm saying to myself "Go out if you dare."

I'm very frightened but don't know why
I look out the door, a man all dressed in black
His clothing as black as the night, I give out a terrible sigh
I'm trying to keep my emotions in tact.

But the feeling of death is in the moonles night
Making me tingle and shiver
Oh... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (lanaia74) http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/26 Sun, 22 Oct 2006 02:49:00 GMT http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/27/t/Night-People.html The night people are now awake
To search out their naive prey as if they are saying to you "Pay the fee"
They feel any life they have the right to take.

They leave their unnatural graves
Excited about what they are about to do
To feed their appetites with blood they crave
Feeling justified in the evil they pursue
if they peruse.

A moon less night good for them
For now they are very hard to... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (lanaia74) http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/27 Sat, 21 Oct 2006 03:03:19 GMT http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/29/t/The-Stirred-Passion.html Two bodies intertwined as they express their love
Me, a creature of the night, I thought my feelings were blocked by a wall of steal
But I am going to let go, so I can feel as free as a dove.

The love, the ecstasy, and the fire I feel with you in my arms
I thought my feelings were long dead, just like me
But here I am getting ready to partake of your charms
I am on a physical high, and I don't want to come back to reality,... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (lanaia74) http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/29 Mon, 16 Oct 2006 03:38:45 GMT http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/30/t/The-Eve-of-Restless-Souls-for-Halloween.html The time of year, when leaves turn color, and spirits of the long dead, roam the Earth on one certain night
We must face this eerie night of souls without fear
On this one night, we pray for a moon so very bright.

Each year, just like the last
Facing this eerie night of restless souls
The night to pay homage to those long gone from past
I am of the Celt, to stay away from the evil fairies, on this night is one of my major... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (lanaia74) http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/30 Sun, 15 Oct 2006 02:43:12 GMT http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/14/t/Freely.html I didn't understand the word passion until I met you
There haven't been that many men in my life, only a few
Out of all the men in my life you are the only one to me that has remained true.

I am very aware what I must do to forever be with you
I made my choice unconditionally and without fear
I know I must die to cross over to another plane to be with you
I feebly make my choice no cares, no remorse, no... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (lanaia74) http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/14 Thu, 31 Aug 2006 03:49:52 GMT http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/31/t/Footsteps-I-Hear.html I try to hasten my walk across the bridge as it seems a fog bank has moved in
I walk faster as behind me I think I hear a sound
It sounds like distorted footsteps as they are distorted by the blowing wind.

The fog makes the street light illuminate an eerie haze
Making the feeling of fear and being afraid intensify
Now I'm at the park, that is good. because the paths here seem like an unending maze
Perhaps this will give... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (lanaia74) http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/31 Wed, 23 Aug 2006 02:42:18 GMT http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/34/t/Up-Above.html It sounds like screams of terror coming from the apartment above
I also hears thuds, what this is I'm not really clear
I bet the person that lives there wished they could fly away like a dove.

The sounds from above wake me from a deep sleep
So I am kind of groggy as I stumble around trying to find the light
With all this noise a corpse couldn't sleep
I walk into the bathroom and see the pipes are... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (lanaia74) http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/34 Tue, 22 Aug 2006 03:49:44 GMT http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/32/t/The-Depression-Springs.html Laughing like a child clothed underneathe a
Woolen blanket blue is a fading skyline
The clock is set for the next feeding
Milk is 1/2 percent and the economy even poorer
A rich man leans against his camara pulling to balance
The scales by shining smiles so pure declining actors
Dressed in bagged costumes the depression sheds
tasteless tears as the bank teller windows evaporate
Before pleading pedestrian's eyes once... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (THERESEWANECK) http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/32 Sat, 19 Aug 2006 15:04:57 GMT http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/35/t/Pauline.html Pretty Pauline
sits across the table,
painting her nails
pale pink.

When she is angry
she speaks in spanglish,
and paints like Pollock
on Benzedrine.

In love she paints
like Leonardo,
polished, patient,
and precise.

But today
she sits quietly,
painting her nails,
sad and broken hearted,

so I watch her shadow
climb the wall
as the sun sinks soft
inside us.

feeds@yuku.com (jim peck) http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/35 Fri, 10 Feb 2006 19:45:03 GMT http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/9/t/Secret-Mantra.html The Scarecrow sits
at the end of the bar
with five empty bottles,
like five empty lives,
drained and finished
without a future.

I take my place
before the altar
and recite
my secrete mantra,

a ceremonious
sigh of @#%$
as I shoot my first
shot of whiskey.

The bells of boredom toll.

The night lingers on
like a slow divorce.

2-3-4 shots of whiskey
and still the beauty
fails to wrap
its silken legs around... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (jim peck) http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/9 Fri, 10 Feb 2006 19:43:34 GMT