http://writerswork.yuku.com/forums/8 en-us Copyright 2006, Yuku feeds@yuku.com (FeedMaster) webmaster@yuku.com (WebMaster) Thu, 05 Apr 2007 04:51:36 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/8 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/67/t/The-looking-Glass.html Awesome and towering, self
Contained laughingly she patted each one
On the back starry eyed and off track
She once flew above the towers divine
He courted her waiting for some magic
Clothed in mystery she gazed
Into the looking glass searching for the past
Mirrored she sulkily strode across the empty room
Silently and filled with such shadows of gloom
Such a trail she sought to mystify
Once she flew beyond the chamber... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (THERESEWANECK) http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/67 Thu, 05 Apr 2007 04:51:36 GMT http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/68/t/Grief.html The lift begins so humbly high
Into the grave abyss
His fingernail still touches the sky
Long enough to scrape deadness
Dripping from the cloud's own rim
As it drips debris crying, the earth churns
And our stomachs revolve, slightly spinning
Suffering an unwanted, uncalled for turn
Praying proudly for his ever graceful return
Though he is lifted high
And we secretly hide only our sighs ]]> feeds@yuku.com (THERESEWANECK) http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/68 Wed, 18 Oct 2006 01:11:15 GMT http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/69/t/Alone.html
In bitter agony He wept
While close the listless watchers slept.
They promised they would watch and pray,
But darkness stole the day away.
And so, before the Father's throne,
My Savior knelt and prayed alone.

The soldiers came in dread array,
To take the watcher's Lord away.
But they awoke in sore affright,
Then disappeared into the night.
No confident no comrade known,
He faced their mockery alone.

Golgotha's skull leered at the... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (crosswaypub) http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/69 Fri, 03 Feb 2006 16:10:56 GMT http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/70/t/The-Trial-By-Existence.html Shall not dissemble their surprise
On waking to find valor reign,
Even as on earth, in paradise;
And where they sought without the sword
Wide fields of asphodel fore'er,
To find that the utmost reward
Of daring should be still to dare.

The light of heaven falls whole and white
And is not shattered into dyes,
The light forever is morning light;
The hills are verdured pasture-wise;
The angle hosts with freshness... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (dj houston) http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/70 Sun, 17 Jul 2005 04:11:39 GMT http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/71/t/A-Prayer-In-Spring.html And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.

Oh, give us pleasure in the orcahrd white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.

And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (dj houston) http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/71 Sun, 17 Jul 2005 04:06:38 GMT http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/72/t/Going-To-Heaven.html I don't know when,
Pray do not ask me how,
Indeed, I 'm too astonished
To think of answering you!
Going to heaven!
How dim it sounds!
And yet it will be done
As sure as flocks go home at night
Unto the shepherd's arm!

Perhaps you 're going too!
Who knows?
If you should get there first,
Save just a... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (dj houston) http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/72 Mon, 11 Jul 2005 19:35:41 GMT http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/73/t/Bring-Me-The-Sunset-In-A-Cup-by-Emily-Dickinson.html Reckon the morning's flagons up
And say how many dew,
Tell me how far the morning leaps,
Tell me what time the weaver sleeps
Who spun the breadths of blue.

Write me how many notes there be
In the new robin's ecstasy
Among astonished boughs,
How many trips the tortoise makes,
How many cups the bee partakes,
The debauchee of dews.

Also, who laid the rainbow's piers,
Also, who leads the docile sphere
By withes of... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (dj houston) http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/73 Mon, 11 Jul 2005 06:53:32 GMT