Correction:  When I finally asked her enroute to class, my friend said the information does not indicate a bar, but rather a bookshop.  



(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCLXXIX)


He did not talk with me, but her.  T'avail
As we were coming slowly up from thence
The stairs to leave, she stopt for breath, and whence?
But he'd turn back to give his card to scale
To her with "Oh, you too--" as he'd regale
Me now with chances of beyond: events
We might attend and play in for intents,
Likeas this festval reading--oh sweet bail!
O yes, I was excited, envy her
And still mourn is't my folly oer th'ado?
I'll never learn, I fear.  Laugh at me fer
Fond dreams ne'er lost to biting sense will you?
We'll read in bars now is't?  Don't say that's poor.
Cuz after all, he looked at her.  What's new?

30Jan19d

Hmm?


(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCLXXVIII)


Not Main's antholgy, nor as wont fr'intents
MY sanctum, that dear "corner" I'd avail
Me of for reading ancient poets' tale
Of what was then and beckons too for sense
To aught who'd listen, no.  Yet ah, from hence
Lo, Francis Palgrave"s auld collection--hale
With their sweet flavour--whom Main refrenced--bail
For blackest coffee til mine eyes saw...whence?
Haha.  Well, children, like the Scriptures fer
All that declare:  yes, nothing, nothing's new.
O! which sweet courtier inked the tale men cure
This "modern" day with, moaning folly to
The tune of "girls are fickle!" which in poor
Scuse Jane, um, Austen cried false?  Say we knew.

30Jan19c

Dropping the line which struck me forcibly to my dad, he was intrigued and set on fire for the rest of the week:  "It's as if I've lived and died, and find I am alive."



(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCXXVI)


I lived, and what? that fair world perished, whence?
Now in the golden eye of dawn t'avail,
As diamonds glitter on thet canvas, hale
Blue skies expansive, whileas snow from hence
In dazzling whiteness spreads 'round with a sense
Of ****** freshness, bitter cold's exhale
What drives us (IF we can) indoors to hail
Aught visions of beyond in warmth, ya, thence?
Dad urges I perhaps make what in tour
Lo, in a former life was sweetly to
Effect passe, yet he suggests I do
It like's some new frontier, though what he'd stir
Me to I did once all the time.  In poor
Scuse I've lived, died, and now lo, nothing's new.

30Jan19a

Forsooth.



(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCLXXV)


Lo, Gershwin--did I think to thus avail
Me with pure ambience for coffee's dense
Black notes? Tis quashed upon attempt, as thence
Thin hopes of drinking in good compny.  Pale
Blue skies own icy clouds, and on that scale
How golden light is rather ghastly hence,
Whileas I stoke the thought that for intents
I'm being a proper Swede sans cream's detail.
No danish could quite answer for as twere
Exactly what my instinct sought to do
This black elixir good.  No sugar, to
Be certain, either. Milk was allus poor
In that regard.  And now dead poets' tour
Of compny is as well?  Whose music too?

29Jan19

I do, seriously.  Problem is, I want to have babies...



(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCLXXIV)


He said, "You don't need anything fr'intents
In there." as I picked up and flipped t'avail
Through Boden's latest catalogue.  In pale
Excuse I talked of this skirt, or from thence
Stared keenly at the models like their sense
Of perfect:  "you can't live without this" scale
Of being was tops.  Yes, studied aught detail
Like I was nonchalant oer sheer pretense.
If that earned me his lecture on how poor
My chances are of seeing him longer to
Effect are, guess I should have known as twere.
There was not anything I wanted.  You
Can argue that I'm wrong and that's fine too.
My wallet can't afford aught now in tour.

28Jan19b

...white AS snow. (Is 1:18)



(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCLXXIII)


Snow.  That is all.  White.  Shovel it t'avail
Each day, nor look for colour.  Talk from hence
Of dreams for valentines day while good sense
Knows all's a lie.  Yes, think no further.  They'll
Announce this festival and that detail
You just can't miss, 'til spelling out: pretense
Is worthless.  Marriage is a joke fr'intents--
The "stars" are fallen, darkness swallwing bail.
He said we'd text this evning but that's poor.
I think I'll take a nap.  Write out the view,
But do not look it in the face as twere.
Tis best if you feign that you never knew.
Come back tomorrow.  All we have in tour
Is white, white, white.  Just say you like it, too.

28Jan19a

Ha.  I've too much stacked up on all accounts for your feeble dispute, if any, to be heard.



(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCLXXII)


He led me on a wild goose chase, to thence
Look was't half sheepish, 'fessing in betrayl
Twas all a ruse.  No kisses either, pale
Night bitter, though alive and listning hence
Mair keenly than I cared t'acknowledge, sense
Upon its honour as a watchman they'll
Arraign for sleeping on his post, t'avail
I had a ball despite was't ill intents?
What DOES "I love you" signify as twere?
Folk never knew what was afoot 'til to
Effect twas:  over.  He's most chummy fer
Good show now my heart's lost.  The weeks we two
Spent in a whirlwind romance are gone, poor
As his late overtures who can not woo.

27Jan19b