#kickme
Maybe I'll clean up my act, just to be good. It did give Shaun the chance to look deeply and most mournfully (nicely empathetic) into my eyes once upon a time ages ago...
(sonnet #MMMMMCMLXXIX)
I'll wear my heart upon this sleeve in pale
Excuse as oft as suits my fancy, whence
Ye all kin chide to no avail from hence,
Whiles I rebuff aught notions in betrayl
Of better sense, cuz nothing here is bail.
Or if some fragile thought seems vague defense,
Tis vanquished ere I've managed to gain thence
A foothold, and I'll be thus stripped and frail.
Ah, love. Do thou but tempt me with the poor
Suggestion, ye kin laugh 'til ye are blue,
I'm prey, tears dried until tis proven fer
Whatever that twas aye, a jest. I'll rue
Me folly, cherry-cheeked, and pray whiles your
Much wiser sense erm, coughs. And yes, I knew.
20Oct16
Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 9:53 PM UTC
Why do you kick me when I'm down?
I'm just going to find a way to get back at you
I'm going to find a way to bring you down
'Cause if I go down, you better ******* believe I'm not going alone,
without a fight,
without a chance.
I won't give up
You're coming with me.
We go together or we don't go down at all.
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 4:31 PM UTC
What my men lament, I suppose.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCXCIV)
Lo, how mists shroud the world til aught fr'intents
Quite disappears! The clustered houses tale
Lost to that fragile whiteness, firs detail
The edge of haunting yonder likeas thence
I knew high in the Rocky Mountains, whence
My soul takes off on that note, like the veil
Hides steeper ledges and ravines, this pale
Eye of thin warmth with puddles in suspense.
An essay on erm, Samuel Johnson fer
Is't thus another angle on just who?
I thought our lit'rature taught us in tour
His name at least. Perhaps I'm wrong. He knew
So much tis reckoned better he as twere
Was NOT a lawyer, brilliant. Is't fog's cue?
06Feb19b
Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 12:52 AM UTC
...on #NationalCoffeeDay no less.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCLXIX)
Tis Nash'nal Coffee Day, and I've t'avail
Had one sip of home brewed, with two cups hence
Old Starbucks for the thought and aught good sense,
Tea what e'er wakens me, joe that detail
Late culling yawns, til I kin see to scale
Why some imbibe whole pots of coffee, thence
Free yet to sleep, whilst tea, sans piquant scents
Per se, works to keep us awake...sans bail?
Give all a rest and go in search as twere
Of one old poem, to find an invite to
Partic'pate in a "fusion" poem which fer
All that my lines conclude. What did I do?!
Or, how was that?! Be restless sans a cure
For coffee's kicking, and LORD, save me too!
29Sep25a
Oct 4, 2025
Oct 4, 2025 at 10:11 AM UTC