I guess.



(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCLXXII)


Fresh refried beans from scratch likeas defense,
Where did today go in that project? Frail
As after nightfall for Panera, hail
Aught late, refueling too likeas defense,
To settle in for movies til pretense
Wears thin; food stowed, and now our dinner's tale
To boot, wash dishes, got to bed t'avail,
And what do all else do once I'm gone hence?!
I was asleep, I guess. He watched in tour
While they played with a third mouse til twas through
And truly dead...ere he'd retire. Was't poor
I'd sleep through that? I slept quite soundly too.
Guess Robert texted, but my phone as twere
Is useless after sevn, ist? LORD, where to?

30Sep25b

Moments like these seem like dreams you'd let last forever.


(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCLXVI)


Ah, gorgeous afternoon, the light is hence
As Autumn's wont, with subtle shadows' trail
To yonder just in tow, despite skies' hale
Blue cloudlets gather in, grey is't? so dense.
White fluffs upon a sail are glowing thence
Likeas some grand battalion sans avail,
This golden scene doomed ere night, each detail
Lit sweetly, breathless, nor in aught suspense.
If morning was half Monday (though in poor
'Scuse tis the weekend), all's forgotten through
Sheer absence, and this calm naught seems'd bestir.
Rain lately, how September's lawns, mowed to
Old specs, are green as Fall knows best in tour
To furnish. LORD, we faint, and wait for You.

27Sep25b

...in my twenties and thirties


(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCLVIII)


Oh sweet, drear Autumn hours! Mine cherished, dense
And moody blue racks yielding dim light's trail
To sheer foreboding, how I wish t'avail
Me of my youth! My father's house fr'intents
So free, I pranced through Fall with aught defense
In tow, likeas a princess, that detail
Of long plaid skirts wherein to traipse my bail;
How I do miss those years and sweet pretense!
What have I now? Like some cadaver, poor
As smiles and compliments, I wander through
These wastes of time a pris'ner waiting fer
My ticket to beyond. I've naught left to
Retain me here, and envy whom as twere
Leave ere I kin. Oh LORD, when? I wait You.

23Sep25

...just not AT me.



(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCLIV)


Dad never owned a Starbucks cup, and thence
We'd only visit on occasion, frail
As my outrageous cup collection's trail
To more absurd things, other cust'mers hence
Half like him sans collections, like's good sense?
What were the point of stars? free food t'avail
And drink? I never thought that wise as bail,
Since cups shall last where food does not. Yet whence?
I can't resell last year's cups, nor in tour
Aught older ones. Or can I? Fun to do
Sans plans for mair than now, collecting's poor
If you've no end in sight. If I half rue
The game, what's left? Back then twas fun. Bestir
Sense now, and whither? LORD I wait for You.

21Sep25b

--scratch that, my cat woke up.

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCLXXXI)


Where shadows come and go, ah, which detail?
I'm watching Autumn in its paces hence,
Yet like each year, I cannot paint fr'intents
The view, cuz tis so subtle. Skies t'avail
With gilded cloud battalions, blue seas they'll
Own whileas grey sweeps 'cross in sheer suspense,
How leaves are changing sans as twere from thence
Aught fanfare, cuz it is still early. Bail?
And Tigger's sleeping in my lap, the cure
For all my running 'bout since that won't do
Cuz now I'm grounded. T-mobile's freebie fer
This week a logo'd stadium bag, clear too,
I'll cheer on whom? Is Robert coming? Stir
Me when he does? Oh LORD, I wait for You.

26Aug25c

[pipe cleaners in rainbow colours]

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCLXXVII)


Pipe cleaners had a purpose, straws' detail
Left sans recure without. But cat toys thence?
How Tigger comes to watch me wash fr'intents
The dishes; all was cool til she'd t'avail
Espy the cluster on the ledge, her trail
To happy minutes; leaving off pretense,
She picks her way through plates just rinsed to whence,
That tool for cleaning now a toy, and bail.
Last I saw, twas a spider. Straight'ning her
Wreck, I return it, to watch Peter too
Enjoy what never had so much use fer
'Scuse til redeemed by cats. Ah me, who knew?
Were we likewise worth nothing as it were
Until the potter, LORD, was only You?

26Aug25a

Prolly wouldn't have gone off half as well.

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCLXXIV)


Whilst steam wafts up in dainty tendrils' sense
Of romance, brie with del'cate mould's detail
Upon my tongue, where Peter's on the trail
Of Tigger and she's dancing oer mice, whence?
The squirrel comes by to look, and they from hence
Are keen on him, or whom? Chill winds' exhale
Sifts through like solace, where calm seems t'avail
Despite their wild play cuz I'm home fr'intents.
Debate what I shall serve for breakfast, poor
As such sheer wastes of time, and brunch will do,
I guess. Swiss cheese and scallions mixt in tour
With scrambled eggs, Canad'an bacon too,
And porridge, noshed on whilst they sleep. Bestir
Fresh air with gratitude. LORD, I thank You.

25Aug25a

Howdya like that?


(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCIII)


In Elgin over twenty years to scale,
Yet not in Scotland, Illinois as thence
Where I was born, and now like for intents
I live in Bolingbrook, yet not t'avail
In Munster Ireland, but lo, that detail
Of Lincoln's Land, again. What is it hence?
My father's house is Gordon, thus for sense
By Dand in all, and in my blood, like bail.
Is't by mere chance I drink tea, Barry's fer
All that?! Grew up on porridge like twas due,
And bagpipe strains more rarely, was that poor?
The prairies in my youth where skies so blue
Were all we knew, and longhorn too, bestir
In us to seek Thy face, LORD, and wait You.

12Mar25b

...I've wanted to for 14 years now. My late father had an anecdote from his college days where his friend's mother called after them: "Eat your banana! It's good for your heart!" and you know about how "an apple a day keeps the doctor away!" right?


(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCI)


Caprese with cherry 'matoes' sweet detail
Tops aught I've known before, as if from hence
Tis all I ever should use, eh? The sense
Of basil fresh thus matched like to avail,
What's left to add? Pom avrils for sheer bail
Now that is done, the cake is finished, whence?
There's mac-n-cheese, beef hot dawgs, and from thence
So much more, choc'late ice cream down the trail.
Charcut'rie boards I'll pack for third shift's tour,
(Go call me selfish will ye?!), ne ado
For that detail, bananas, apples fer
Our hearts and keeping doc at bay anew,
We've oranges, and the list goes on. Bestir
Friends online and but tease? LORD, we wait You.

11Mar25d

Reexamining the mere three inches of space between the microwave and the edge of the counter, I began to wonder how on earth the salad tray had balanced seemingly fine in the first place.


(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMLXIX)


There's nothing like the salad which sans bail
Was scraped off of the filthy floor cuz sense
Forebore to toss my lunch and lo, defense
Was elsewhere when I rose to check in frail
Excuse the thermostat, cuz freezing'd fail
To please me, and my lunch went SPLAT.  Ah, whence?
But gather all by hand and don't starve hence.
If Monday thought of trouble, snow in tour
And icy rain meant slippry, driving too
A challenge mair than wont, wherefore bestir
More by the tossing of my lunch?  Where to?
Oh LORD, do be Thou magnified. Tis poor
To thus complain. Bring us with joy to You.

06Jan25a