...dolls?



(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCLXIV)


Mum's Saucy Walker doll was lifesize, dense
With features such as truly walking, frail
As plastic and sheer dreams. I thought, sans bail,
She was NOT cute, nor liked her aspect, whence
I left Mum's doll to perish sans defense,
Her joys in that toy only hers, the trail
To playing at house for me: a doll t'avail
As big as Saucy Walker, cuter for intents.
No, Katy could not walk, just wet all her
Fine diapers, whilst I chewed her bottle to
Destruction. I recall the toy store fer
My desp'rate dreams, with Katy's shelf high, too
High for but grown-ups; Saucy Walker, poor
As Mum's dreams languished. LORD, how I need You.

26Sep25b

Cough, cough*



(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCLIX)


Come, porridge, plain and simply, is t'avail
The fodder of my fathers in aught sense,
A taste of home with all its comforts hence,
As if from ages past, in that detail
Sheer solace to my soul where sorrows' trail
Is rocky and I falter, scanting thence
Likeas the blind and wounded for defense,
One bite the answer where I'd ask for bail.
The rich have nary use for it, 'cept fer
Their horses; and despise whom ver'ly do.
They add sich flavours to theirs til as t'were
Tis buried, call it "tasteless," nor but rue
This humble fare in essence. Let me stir
Mine oatmeal and seek Thy face, LORD, anew.

24Sep25a

They are.


(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCXXV)


How Tigger'd chase a fat house fly sans bail
All oer, the rascal taunting her til thence
Did she give up? Wherefore does it from hence
Dare bother me?! Tis downright stupid. Frail
As all the madness, swipe at it t'avail
With just a sopping dishrag, and fr'intents
Presto! Dead in a trice. Oh dear good sense,
What's this we now behold? Why that detail?
And Tigger does not care two bits; in her
Eyes that ole ****** is no more cuz through
Its machinations it's gone silent. Stir
Lost sights of yellow, sticky tongues we knew
As "Fly [erm] Paper," and what's this as twere?
Oh LORD, am I the stupid one? Where to?

08Sep25c

I swear these were supposed to be mere toys, but...the real one is downright coldly DEAD. Oddly the carpet's red matched the mouse's ****** entrails. its white matching the carpet's, until seeing the thing wasn't that simple, kick me.


(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCX)


What's with the world?! Why's traffic heavy? Whence?
Back fin'lly, I've ne cup as twere t'avail
For this espresso, use a mug's detail,
Hit up Panera. Once home, drink fr'intents
Th'espresso and...how I'm not sleepy hence!
Craft porridge, clean and showr, the freighted trail
To breakfast more than I'd envisioned, frail
As what? He's taming Peter, and what thence?
So I have "busy" carpets. They have fer
Their fun grey catnip mice. Guess what?! The two
Both caught and killed a live mouse, left in tour
Right by where I sit for a cuppa, to
Be certain very cold, dead, ******. Were
There else, LORD, how I thank and wait on You.

04Sep25a

Meow?

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMXII)


Come 'gain?! How Robert would surprise me, whence?
We hang out and he tells me in betrayl
Of his most recent girlfriend, whose detail
Yes, of divorce, at last comes out for sense;
And I'm disgusted with her rudeness, thence
To laugh, yet lo, remind him I'd ne'er hail
Him thus: she's like a Hallmark lover, frail
As lying and using him, like she'd defense.
Then off to bed with me cuz third shift's tour
Of duty needs more rest, so that will do.
He teases that he'll marry me, but's poor.
I know now we're just friends.  Naught else is true.
Did she know of me? YES. But, what? For her
He bent oer backwards. Not my style. None woo.

04Dec24b

...I asked when I ordered.


(sonnet #MMMMMMMMCMLXVII)


Geese wander in the wheelchair parking, hale
Late morning golden with a teasing sense
Of yonder, where now Starbucks' menu's dense
With all our fav'rites: peppermint's detail
What I've missed since last Winter, like t'avail
Me signifies the weather I feared? Whence?
If I'm bewildered, Thou, LORD, art defense
Enow. The day off I'd requested...bail?
Is't either work yourself to death as t'were
By hours both day and night, or scramble to
Make ends meet cuz you've time to rest up, poor
As need for some recov'ry?! What'd I do?!
Behold, LORD, my confusion. Oh, bestir
Thy mercies as of old. Save me, won't You?

07Nov24a

Believe me, if I knew the reason, I'd give it;your guess is as good as mine.

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMCMXII)


Go flip me out like yoghurts lately; frail
Though aught excuse, I'm still here, with a sense
I canna shake, cuz I don't wanna thence
Be is't?  I slept more soundly like t'avail
Me of the mere suggestion could own bail,
Yet such, erm, follies are but cruel pretense.
I neither want this scene nor can from hence
Return to aught I knew, so which detail?
Where pink begins to romance night as t'were,
Find Ian Van Dahl's beat in my fingers to
Drive forward "Castles In the Sky" as poor,
Til ere dawn break, find what 'neath softest blue
Heavns? How Thy mercies new each morning stir
Afresh: Thy sparrows sweetly sing of You.

10Oct24a

...just arrive at your own perverse conclusion sith that's what academia and its ilk forever do with artists' work.



(sonnet #MMMMMMMDXXXIII)


If I note that he shoveled in (t'avail)
His pj's, like the man whose showr from thence
Would cleanse all to effect, and thought fr'intents
For lo, the umpteenth year, of how (in pale
Excuse) this exercise can cull to scale
Erm, cardiac arrest, tae think from hence
In looking on that ****** landscape--whence?!
To die in shovling could be sweet...is't frail?
Or rather, I am, mebbe.  Dawn's breath pure
And crisp; to shovel heartning; lonely too,
Why did that eerie thought rise up as twere
Upon the heels of vague concern, to do
Was that a caper in morn's eye?!  And YOUR
Thin protest I'd not die soon...was it true?

26Nov18a

Watching anime again lately, the teeny-boppers eagerly asking each other for "contact info" I now think to want that, but it'd do no good since I never call guys.



(sonnet #MMMMMMCCCCXVI)


Not gloaming, but a fragile note that sense
Culls as the maples' silent leaves shift, pale
Light on the waning, and blue's soft detail
Is clouds 'non painted to effect that hence.
Lo, green by dint of shadows deepens, whence
This calm that tiptoes 'cross the moor t'avail
Knows aye, the hollows are alive to scale,
Nor frogs asleep now nightfall beckons thence.
I wonder if Joe thinks of me as twere,
Or whether dreams are mine alone tae stew
Oer, who 'non miss those eyes sunglasses' poor
Blind's kept me from enjoying two weeks now too
Erm, many.  I'll just wait, and pray.  Assure
Me nothing.  He is moving fast thinks who?!

16Jun17b