M'hm.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMM...)
You'd hafta figure he prefers dogs, whence
My cats do not find favour to avail
Themselves nor me, with him. Shall I bewail?
He maunt be satisfied until fr'intents
I'm howling. Work together like's defense
Within the kitchen, and it's that detail
Of that dynamic which seems to prevail,
Though I still wonder wherefore, like for sense.
Go tell me of yer happy marriage fer
A blissful moment, how yer husband too
Is such a kindly fellow, where as twere
How many others howl oer being all through
This time: abused. When does it end? Is't poor?
Oh LORD, please ransom us. We wait for You.
26May26b
2d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 12:54 AM UTC
as such are ever wont to be.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMM...)
Vivaldi took the cake as I'm from hence
Stuck with familiar strains 'non waltzing bail
Yet in my noggin like there's naught t'avail
Beyond. That is, until we get fr'intents
Into discussion, and where I from thence
Cast off the mincing follies which'd detail
My corner for a spell. Clean up the trail
To yonder like it can be done for sense.
Then lose myself on social media fer
The hours left, cuz I shall not yawn much through
Them if that lurid glow will be as twere
My light. What sorry tales beg I renew
Lost memries? Motorcycles are not poor,
But drivers now'days are. LORD, we need You.
24May26b
2d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 12:52 AM UTC
...tis just a name that used to have such meaning.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMM...)
I've got the place where aught else never fail
At making too much noise. Come, I'd that thence
Lo, yesterday, whileas today I'd fence
The first three hours with that most fine detail
For others, cuz I have a show which I'd avail
Me of, if only. Nails all painted hence
Like such is "cool," I've et a salad, whence
I made the second; ate my cheer'os tale.
Despair is such a long word and quite poor,
Hope laden with all that we'd wanted to
Embrace; belief what liars have in tour
Put on a pedestal as if to be will do.
I'm wrestling not with flesh and blood. Bestir
Thee, LORD, and save me. I but wait for You.
24May26a
2d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 12:51 AM UTC
That's being nice, too.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMM....)
I searched the racks for any piece which thence
Would grab my cuff, two days in fact, the trail
Threadbare, and those temptations dull sans bail,
At least for now. Dreams tricked the hours out, hence
All trundled off to rest where no suspense
Can flourish, and I dunno what t'avail
Me of, seeing folly is at last what'd fail
For time being, left to own a bit of sense.
Is't cuz we're half conversant 'gain as twere?
I think not. There's naught left to stir me to
Grand visions of beyond. I'm glad in tour.
That crazy sense is buried. What's to do
But live? If only we'd walk in Thee. Stir
In us to seek Thy face, LORD, to see You.
23May26b
2d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 12:50 AM UTC
It is, I assure ye.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMM...)
Italian beef, and cheese fries too, fr'intents,
Shall we? the first, that's it. Perhaps. Detail
The grandeur of the latter, but I'll bail
On that since restaurants aren't my style. My sense
Of one, Portillo's, urges I yield hence,
But prices leave me reeling til the trail
To groc'ry shopping owns the answer. Hail
That project in our kitchen, shall we thence?
It's too hot for aught oven so that's poor.
Besides, we're making applesauce now too.
Dreams fill my head as if the fancies' tour
Won't drown me in chagrin, like always. Blue
Skies just a mem'ry on the clock, bestir
Our tongues to praise Thy name, LORD, all of You.
22May26b
2d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 12:49 AM UTC
Kick me...
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMM...)
Last weekend was a dream sealed by the trail
To Wednesday, whose sheer chill would yield defense
For baking that huge tray of cheesy sense
Called mac-and-cheese. S'posed to revive t'avail
Its essence in two days, erased, detail
A diff'rent scene I used to know fr'intents,
(And ver'ly wished for then) the space 'tween hence
What taunts me now I am, nor own aught bail.
I stared out of huge windows at May's tour
Of lush and dripping green'ry, like the view
Was not a treat t'indulge in, and in poor
Reply half pine for those grand scenes anew,
Like being content is not cool, is't? Bestir
In me to praise Thy name, and to seek You.
22May26a
2d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 12:48 AM UTC
That's the reason I prefer fiction, thank you.
(sonnet #ladeedah)
I've had this problem all my life, yet whence?
Why can't I see what's right in front, sans bail,
Of me?! Why do I see, yet don't? Avail
Me how? We've an Olympic athlete hence
In front of us?! She's from Bulgaria, thence
Too, in my childhood's fav'rite sport. Detail
No Mary Lou, erm, Retton here. We'll hail
Sheer love for, yes, America for sense.
The longest day is flown thereby in tour,
And all the "fun" of three days ended too.
I've been at work since nearly midnight. Were
There else, I'll sleep it off as if that's due.
With Subway 'gain a treat for lunch, is't poor
I'd like to try to craft it? LORD, of You?
21May26
2d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 12:46 AM UTC
...cuz my mind can't make sense of it.
(sonnet #wellwellnow)
What's **** Day that I can't wake?! How avail
Me getting out the door if tea's pretense?
How Tigger plays like old times in defense,
And tries to share my brie like that detail
Is tops for half a second. Tea. Derail
The lack of sense to find the clock swears hence
I'm outta time for much else. Oh come. Whence?
I'll scramble off to work without much bail.
Aha, the one who tops me in as twere
A trice...why's rather boring this day too?
Don't let the vague success fool me, that's poor.
And once off, right back to the store where new
Is what I looked through yesterday. Bestir
In me to wait Thee, LORD, all, all of You.
20May26
2d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 12:45 AM UTC
for adventure. And what adventures most definitely follow.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMM...?)
I'd wanted THIS, I'd said ere now, whilst hence
I'm chafing at the facts, as if t'avail
Myself is only granted where's sans bail
In my own mind. Have I now aught defense?
If I'm not good enough, what's new? Pretense
Has taen a hike and I am stupid. They'll
All prolly hate me now and I shall fail,
Unless, oh LORD, Thou save me. Dare ask whence.
Come, slowly I recall now half as t'were
The things I used to know, whilst finding through
These hours that I enjoy it, til twas poor
Complaining. Subway lunch mine grandly too
By chance, eclipse all shopping after fer
A finish I ne'er dreamed. LORD, I thank You.
19May26
7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 12:49 PM UTC
I'll bet, I'll bet.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMM...?)
Let dawn sift feebly twixt the nightmares, frail
Yet certain light, where checking texts yields hence
A fierce drive to awaken, sans defense
Since WHY am I so sluggish? What'd avail?
How my perception of fresh tea's loved bail
Is skewed, nor can I think, but tis fr'intents
From deep within thick fog like, where's defense?
If I must scramble back to work, why fail?
By Thy grace 'lone, oh LORD, the porridge fer
Our breakfast is made in a blink, whilst through
The wasting minutes all is tidied; were
There else, there is no time left now tae do
Aught, e'en to showr, where thunderstorms bestir?!
Yet, LORD, Thy mercies, new each morning, cue.
18May26
7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 12:48 PM UTC