Does it?



(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCXXXIX)


What of the newest catnip mouse whose tail
And ears are pink? Oh, I watch Tigger thence
Most caref'lly wash the thing and trot off hence,
As if she's done her job.  Then which detail?
How Peter means to be unseen sans bail,
Whilst Tigger trots about, meows fr'intents,
To play our only cat as if's good sense.
Dear me! Where is that feature, to avail?
What is September that I struggle fer
A bit of firm ground for my feet? Where to?
Cicadas buzz, and school picks up in tour
Its pace; this merry-go-round that we knew
Since those days only lets off whom bestir
Their ticket for beyond. LORD, we wait You.

15Sep25a

Okay?



(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCXXXII)


September's slipping through my fingers hence
As erst wont, heat upon the rise sans bail,
Fall's early crew of altered leaves a trail
To yonder, on the ground. The vain pretense
T'will never end, or else in sheer defense
Shall be here so much longer we'll avail
Ourselves in plenty time at leisure, frail,
Nor but the usual ruse for all intents.
I know because it's haunting me as twere,
Now tugging on my sleeve to swear I knew
Before twas ended. Guess I do, this tour
Of green'ry sifting through the hours nigh through,
Til noticing is hardly 'nough, and poor.
Oh LORD, our time's in Thy hands; we wait You.

11Sep25c

...don'tcha know?


(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCXXIX)


I prayed for hours; then made my plans t'avail
Us of a party, that late crashed ere thence
It got in full swing, where I'm struggling hence
With facing yes, the loss of that detail,
As if this mercy granted's poor? Bewail
Sans aught recure as if twas mere pretense
To ask for hours, or what? The cost of whence
Is mair than I had bargained, in betrayl.
Behold the fields in early Autumn fer
A spell, and learn to be half thankful? Blue
Skies melting in the romance of as twere
Day's end, come, had we been lost watching through
These hours the flicks I'd wanted I'd missed pure
Sweet vistas that I cherish. I thank You.

10Sep25c

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

Yes?



(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCXXIV)


Seems ice cream would be grand, a cake from hence
Thick frosted too, my breakfast lying sans bail
Neglected, eggs and bacon, hoummus stale,
Where how the cats are napping in defense.
Did movies leave me dull? My porridge' sense
Of good food quite dispensed with, how avail
Me now? Lo, cheese and pasta haunted frail
Hopes ere: are noodles fuel for ole pretense?
Velveeta winks at me, the noodles fer
'Loved mac and cheese 'longside. Talk of this cue
With Cynthya til mere talk'd suffice. We were
Not set on any choice. Roast beef might woo
'Cept I am on the fence. While she'd bestir
Lo, tater tots, LORD, what shall we 'non do?

09Sep25b

...kinda scary.



(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCXI)


Espresso's grand for shelving that detail
Known as fatigue, my mind without defense,
And by late morn, here, and in fragments, whence
Forget how to do aught, by half, as I fail.
Crawl home and call today done, left sans bail
Work oernight in tow. Oh sweet pretense!
Catnap how many hours? and oh! They thence
Are clam'ring for canned food til what'd avail?
It is so cold! Oh goodee!! Now in tour
To use the oven 'gain! The fish sticks too
Long tugging at my sleeve at last ours fer
Late lunch, sans tarter sauce, I guess we'll do
Aeoli. Fall asleep ere that, bestir
Me just for work. LORD, thank you. I wait You.

04Sep25b

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

I do.



(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCVII)


Tis raining lightly like romance t'avail
Is in the air as calm owns this suspense,
Or so it seems, aught safe indoors from hence
'Cept who must travel, "sleeping weather" hale
In tender solace, Autumn's sweet detail
With red leaves winking midst the green for sense,
A haunting note of yellow half fr'intents
In tow, and how I revel 'long the trail.
Guess I will never think straight, is't sae poor?
Come, wherefore try to hold my purse anew
Oer lo, a tall drink?! Spill all too, in tour.
And now my car is full of drink. I rue
My folly, sans a reason for't. Bestir
Thyself and save me, LORD, for I need You.

03Sep25b

You know?!

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCII)


So, join A.A. if you are lonely, hence
Thought one of them cuz they're sans much detail
Notorious for being "in denial." Hail
Such friends who feel your pain; find romance thence
And marriage too, cuz that's the way fr'intents.
The best part is the jobs each held t'avail,
Or still hold down, I guess, or how guns trail
Them cuz they feel depressed and sans defense.
We'll watch that movie, nary more, is't poor?
Have pizza from six days ere cuz I do
Not throw food 'way and it was left in tour
For but the trash. That's fitting, no? I'm too
Shot from NO sleep, so all is good. Bestir
Thyself and save us, LORD, we wait for You.

01Sep25d

...what's new?

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCXCIX)


Mists hover in the valleys, white and frail,
Like spirits haunting whither, reaching thence
Across the borders for aught passing, dense
Yet thin and likeas thick arms groping. They'll
Half leer at me who's looking 'long the trail
And keen on just the sight, their presence hence
A dream of romance flirting like pretense,
Where I would lose me in't, if t'would avail.
The freeway sans much traffic, I'm in tour
Back ere tis sevn, September first as due
A hol'day. Nary school bus nor as twere
Aught else except a few like me, the view
Is calm in sheer suspense, where to bestir
Would really seem a crime. LORD, I wait You.

01Sep25a