#gofigure
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
3d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 12:54 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
3d 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
3d 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
3d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 12:49 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
3d 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
3d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 12:45 AM UTC
When did that phrase become passe?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMM...?!)
They're begging some collision down the trail,
Whilst very nearly shaving off from hence
My bumper, coming on high speed sans sense
And from the rear; trust in sheer stasis frail,
Since tis too transient and capricious, they'll
Be tagged or passed oer later, breaking thence
How many laws? Sans signal, speeding, whence?
Yes, I am driving what they want, t'avail.
"Your car is from the Fast and Furious"--were
They wanting me to race, I cannot do
It when they're playing the fools; tis dang'rous, poor
Upon the freeway, breaking laws. Pass through
Within their dust, and let me then bestir
As in the flicks, is that? LORD, save me too.
17May26a
7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 12:36 PM UTC
...eat it on the run???
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMM.....!)
Songs fill the golden light with which detail
That I'm half overwhelmed? Head off fr'intents
To work with breakfast eaten like's good sense,
Forgetting lo, my quarters I maunt fail
In bringing since I gave my word t'avail
Her of my old collection she'd from hence
Acquire for lo, her grandkids. Drive back thence
And tear the closet 'part as if tis bail.
This is quite novel, eating breakfast fer
The day upon yer rising: I'm on cue
Nor yet awake enough to stomach tour
Of porridge, egg and bacon. Tea will do,
A wedge of brie in tow. To starve is poor,
So eat up, kid. Oh LORD, we wait for You.
08May26a
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 11:37 AM UTC
I'm fairly certain it is.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMM.....!)
How golden hours wash morning like t'avail
In cheer, though warmth is thin, trees clothed fr'intents
By now in leaves, lawns mowed til waltzing scents
Revive the aura of this season, trail
Late strewn with shavings likeas wont, detail
These blue heavns songs trill through as cardnals fence
My way with colour, blackbirds' notes what thence
****** oh! take me off on songs like's bail.
Leave third shift 'hind to race back where in tour
The traffic's stupid and I've no time to
Indulge. Clean up the bathroom, craft as twere
Scant breakfast for us each, and run off too
With last night's bits and pieces (like's not poor),
The shop appointment hounding. LORD, of You?
07Apr26a
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 11:33 AM UTC
...that'd be useful.
(sonnet #thousands)
Put on the kettle and wash dishes, frail
Despite how many nights of slumber? Hence
I'll work oernight, this first shift chance gone thence
Until erm, Friday. Tigger, like t'avail
Slept in my spot all night? He'll hang to scale
With me, whiles I sip Barry's, like defense
Is where? Whenas my French press falls none fence
My way, all far from me. Thou grants me bail.
I'm dragging Monday's breakfast 'round in poor
'Scuse for the third day, cuz to eat won't do
Until yer break, two meals too much in tour
For thirty minutes. Stomach growling through
The hours my fare, he gets more bacon fer
His breakfast cuz mine old will do. Of You?
06May26a
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 11:24 AM UTC
I'm on the fence still.
(sonnet #uhuh)
Change up for Woodman's and the men from hence
Swear that I'm dressed up for a date, t'avail,
Where putting 'way my groc'ries in, to scale,
My car, nets me an hour's chat for intents
Out in the chill, my dropping sans defense
My name in passing what he'll use sans bail
For saying we should part ways, like that detail
Was what he wanted?! Oh dear me, pretense!
Get back lo, after dark thanks to in poor
'Scuse that long chat, and all I'd hoped to do
Can NOT be done, with bed so late in tour
I'll get but two hours' sleep ere rising to
Prepare for work afresh. If all's as twere
A dream, the nightmare urges I seek You.
01May26b
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 1:58 PM UTC
Kick me, all that kept circling through my stupid head was Mr. Bloom.
(sonnet #whocareswhatbynow)
Orlando stopped, diverted, all from thence
To shake my hand, to introduce t'avail
Himself; and I was caught off guard, in frail
Reply but able to return his greeting, sense
Forgetting twas, erm, an exchange, til hence
How fix that dreadful error? Was that detail
No matter, or? Try to apol'gize, hail
Him with excuses, and I've no defense.
His bland look says it all; his coldness pure
And clearly swears I blew it, like I knew
I did. Ahem. Guess I'll be glad as twere
That we but rarely have the chance tae do
Sich things. I'm far too dull, I guess. Bestir
Thyself, redeem me, LORD. I wait for You.
23Feb26b
Feb 28
Feb 28, 2026 at 10:49 PM UTC
You know who you are.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCMXIV)
I spose I never gave you prose, like thence
Tis all a riddle I'm aware of, hail
As erm, passé, and offer you, t'unveil
What is before our faces, yet from hence
Unseen the whilst we look, since we'd fr'intents
Be blind and deaf, though swearing we own bail
And are not so. I maunt say I t'avail
Don't know, yet I too need time in defense.
Alas, the blind and deaf invent in tour,
Or so they say; inspired by "voices" through
Whatever darker means, and wander fer
All that in darkness. "Preach the Word..." me too?!
"Faith comes by hearing, hearing by the Word
Of God...." oh LORD, fill my mouth now, won't You?
27Dec25b
Jan 3
Jan 3, 2026 at 10:58 AM UTC
...til today?! Variations on the theme who can resist?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCMXI)
Lo, shortbread is the flavour whose detail
Was rendered as green wreaths and buttons, whence
Oh me! The taste transports me back from hence
To Christmas time and our "big" kitchen's trail,
Half lived in, to grand schemes, where Mum t'avail
Would press the cookies out, and we'd fr'intents
Help finish: red spice drops on wreaths for sense;
With candied fruit on buttons' flowrs for bail.
I have her mother's press by now in tour,
The fashion long since out of style, and through
Both decades and years' changes rendered poor;
Authentic Scottish shortbread needing to
Be simply baked in cake tins, then cut, stir
Since buried mem'ries by the taste we knew.
26Dec25a
Jan 2
Jan 2, 2026 at 8:33 AM UTC
...but Mom was.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCMIX)
Return home ere dawn, whilst night seems t'avail;
Yet heartburn chases me til napping thence
Would promise faint relief; and if's defense,
Late morning is blasé, the rain which they'll
Assure us shall come tripping through the pale
Light's indecision, proves just what from hence?
Nigh in the wings, the hol'day's keen suspense
What eats at souls, where festive would prevail.
Gifts allus were more of a grief, and poor,
'Sides, I'm too short of cash to set a crew
Beneath our tree. It's lit, has been in tour
Since um, Thanksgiving Day? Guess that shall do.
We've too much work to do today as twere,
And my head's in the clouds. LORD, I need You.
25Dec25a
Jan 1
Jan 1, 2026 at 11:37 AM UTC
Do not enquire.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCMV)
Deep, rosy blushes haunt bare trees' detail,
Whose blackened silhouettes wait, silent, dense
With import 'fore the ****** notes' suspense,
As if the pure romance hangs poised t'avail;
And dawn sifts through thereafter on the trail
To early madness, where I lose all thence
Before the shock of ruin, as if defense
Left with the night, nor owns aught sense of bail.
Yet, LORD, Thy mercies, new each morning, stir
Afresh on ev'ry side, and sweetly do
Surround me, til, where would I be as twere
Sans Thee? According to the Scriptures too,
I'm nothing sans Thee, LORD. Let me in tour
Wait just on Thee, rest there, and follow You.
23Dec25a
Dec 30, 2025
Dec 30, 2025 at 9:54 AM UTC
So don't say I did.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCMIV)
He said he rarely visits here, a sense
Of years 'go in my father's house to scale
Mine, where my brother said that too, in frail
'Scuse of my bedroom in the back, like hence
What, eh? Now tis an office I'm fr'intents
Late stationed in to serve, where that detail
So weirdly mimics home years ere. Derail
The thought of change, is't? Moving on's pretense?
I'm me, and situations but as twere
Repeat themselves; the hope of better through
The years a foolish thought. What do I do?
Or how look on the future when hope's poor,
Else not what I had thought? Bestir
Hope in the LORD, my soul. LORD, I need You.
22Dec25b
Dec 27, 2025
Dec 27, 2025 at 11:17 AM UTC
You?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCMIII)
Dawn's sluggish, darkness ling'ring til, t'avail
Me of my bed once back is tempting, thence
Foresworn cuz there's too much to do fr'intents,
And little time. Wash last night's dishes, hail
A chance to put the kettle on, and frail
As Barry's after third shift, search defense
In that dear cuppa, shortbread tops as hence
What joy tis to indulge in that detail!
Come, come, last year now was a Sunday's tour,
My aunt and uncle vis'ting like th'ado
Was perfect. So much since then puts as twere
The joys of that far out of sight. We knew
Sweet minutes, then. All passed, what's left? Bestir
No vision for the morrow. LORD, where to?
22Dec25a
Dec 27, 2025
Dec 27, 2025 at 11:15 AM UTC
M'hm.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCMII)
Ah shortest day, the heavns are blue fr'intents.
Dead lawns spread out below tan, rolling vale
To hill, now basking in the tender scale
Of golden light whose eye is Spring's, a sense
In tour of March or April haunting whence
As Xmas strains waltz through the hours t'avail;
And shortbread's finally baking, that detail
What I have mulled since Autumn, like defense.
The dream this festive season spawns as twere
Is what we chase from year to year, the view
Tricked out to urge it on, our griefs in tour
But what it augured, til all that we knew
Is buried, to ensure it'd flourish. Stir
Hope of a better day? Oh LORD, tis You.
21Dec25b
Dec 26, 2025
Dec 26, 2025 at 11:58 AM UTC
Ahem.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCMI)
Clark Griswold's lines, and his philosphy hail
The world I knew, and how my daddy thence
Approached life, like verbatim in aught sense,
Until to watch is not home movies' trail,
Yet half seems tis the way back home t'avail,
And leaves me nigh confused, the joys' pretense
Alive, yet from a world since perished, whence
I'm left behind to wander, searching bail.
Thus Chevy Chase and crew'd regale us fer
The umpteenth Xmas, ev'ry skirmish through
Fraught minutes like we used to know in tour,
This zombie 'poc'lypse we have now a crew
Of empty souls and mindless, who'd bestir
Vain motions, all in lieu, oh LORD, of You.
21Dec25a
Dec 26, 2025
Dec 26, 2025 at 11:58 AM UTC
Frankly it has haunted me for 20 years.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCCXCVIII)
I have not been asleep these years, but whence
Is't all's gone down the tubes? Oh, that detail
Of grandeur "city in a city!" Hail
The ghost town left behind, without defense
Cuz wherefore? Water towr and mould'ring thence
Likeas a southern mansion, oh! Regale
Me with the vestige of that dream which'd fail
How few years back?! Ah, for the fine pretense.
He says they've painted all in white as twere
In but the last month. I shall shiver too,
The eerie scenes now yawning like in tour
They'd swallow aught up in a trice, the view
Forsaken, des'late, asking WHY? Bestir
Thy mercies, LORD, return: we wait on You.
19Dec25b
Dec 25, 2025
Dec 25, 2025 at 1:03 PM UTC
A sparrow inside the--[try instead only catching the motion out of the corner of your eye]
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCCXCIV)
"Love Act'lly" is a fave which seems fr'intents
Quite apropos for now, sae British they'll
Half make me talk like them, though two hours' tale
Ate up last night in just a trice, as thence
The pizza/salad lunch was dinner, whence
Pack up the fresh beans late refried as bail
For lo, some other night, the pretty trail
To happy days tricked out therein my sense.
Half lost in it still, erm, today, dreams cure
The bleaker aspect of this morning to
Nigh reconcile what is, as if's not poor.
A sparrow flies in silence close--of You,
LORD? Oh, that Thou wouldst now return! Bestir
Thy mercies and save us: we wait anew.
17Dec25b
Dec 23, 2025
Dec 23, 2025 at 7:54 PM UTC
Not something my kittens give a hoot for, certainly.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCCXCII)
Turns out I've not less than TWO sweaters' sense
Called "ugly Christmas sweaters" to avail
Me of, the one quite cute, and full (in frail
Excuse) of tinsel sparkles Tigger hence
Believes should be chewed off, til's ragged, whence
Perhaps it's kinda ugly? That detail
Quite festive, guess that's all we shall regale
Ourselves by as such strains waltz in defense.
Craft refried beans cuz I've the chance as twere
To see them through from start to finish, and cool too
Ere putting in the fridge. But offers stir
Us to a Little Ceasar's pizza through
T-Mobile's Tuesday perks, til is it poor
We'd nary taste of refried beans so new?
16Dec25b
Dec 22, 2025
Dec 22, 2025 at 10:58 AM UTC
...to the ending "k," and add an "s."
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCCXC)
Ah, winter morning, peach low 'neath the dense
Half purplish grey naught cov'ring for, to scale,
This absent day, is't e'en or dawn's detail???
Snow frozen in the rear, we've half fr'intents
Forgott'n the season's greetings whose pretense
Of joll'ty tricked the hours out ere; avail
Us how, in surly hours denial of bail?
I'll wait til I get home for such defense.
Our tree's been lit since ole Thanksgiving's tour,
The station's trapping's sparse as ver'ly due,
No music to tap out the minutes fer
Our antsy feet, we're lost in seas'nal blue.
Or grey, this time. Twixt salt and snow as twere,
How see afar off? LORD, direct our hearts to You.
15Dec25b
Dec 21, 2025
Dec 21, 2025 at 9:54 AM UTC
...to keep me from wasting money on more?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCCLXXXVIII)
Sleep like a guilty pup, as if defense
Can not exist, cuz last night I threw bail
Out on its ear, and told it to avail
Some other soul, cuz I would party thence.
Let dawn unveil a frozen scene whose sense
Of aught is purely solid, that detail
I'd thought to serve for breakfast in betrayl
Not worth the effort, and but mere pretense.
The cardboard toy they tore to bits in tour,
And seemed to love, is boring now. They view
It with no appetite for play as twere.
The things not sold as toys are what now woo
And pique their int'rest. Guess to buy more's poor;
I'll save my pence. Oh LORD, save us, won't You?
14Dec25b
Dec 21, 2025
Dec 21, 2025 at 9:53 AM UTC