#petrarchansonnet
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
2d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 12:54 AM UTC
as such are ever wont to be.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMM...)
Vivaldi took the cake as I'm from hence
Stuck with familiar strains 'non waltzing bail
Yet in my noggin like there's naught t'avail
Beyond. That is, until we get fr'intents
Into discussion, and where I from thence
Cast off the mincing follies which'd detail
My corner for a spell. Clean up the trail
To yonder like it can be done for sense.
Then lose myself on social media fer
The hours left, cuz I shall not yawn much through
Them if that lurid glow will be as twere
My light. What sorry tales beg I renew
Lost memries? Motorcycles are not poor,
But drivers now'days are. LORD, we need You.
24May26b
2d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 12:52 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
2d 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
2d 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
2d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 12:49 AM UTC
Kick me...
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMM...)
Last weekend was a dream sealed by the trail
To Wednesday, whose sheer chill would yield defense
For baking that huge tray of cheesy sense
Called mac-and-cheese. S'posed to revive t'avail
Its essence in two days, erased, detail
A diff'rent scene I used to know fr'intents,
(And ver'ly wished for then) the space 'tween hence
What taunts me now I am, nor own aught bail.
I stared out of huge windows at May's tour
Of lush and dripping green'ry, like the view
Was not a treat t'indulge in, and in poor
Reply half pine for those grand scenes anew,
Like being content is not cool, is't? Bestir
In me to praise Thy name, and to seek You.
22May26a
2d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 12:48 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
2d 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
2d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 12:45 AM UTC
for adventure. And what adventures most definitely follow.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMM...?)
I'd wanted THIS, I'd said ere now, whilst hence
I'm chafing at the facts, as if t'avail
Myself is only granted where's sans bail
In my own mind. Have I now aught defense?
If I'm not good enough, what's new? Pretense
Has taen a hike and I am stupid. They'll
All prolly hate me now and I shall fail,
Unless, oh LORD, Thou save me. Dare ask whence.
Come, slowly I recall now half as t'were
The things I used to know, whilst finding through
These hours that I enjoy it, til twas poor
Complaining. Subway lunch mine grandly too
By chance, eclipse all shopping after fer
A finish I ne'er dreamed. LORD, I thank You.
19May26
7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 12:49 PM UTC
I'll bet, I'll bet.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMM...?)
Let dawn sift feebly twixt the nightmares, frail
Yet certain light, where checking texts yields hence
A fierce drive to awaken, sans defense
Since WHY am I so sluggish? What'd avail?
How my perception of fresh tea's loved bail
Is skewed, nor can I think, but tis fr'intents
From deep within thick fog like, where's defense?
If I must scramble back to work, why fail?
By Thy grace 'lone, oh LORD, the porridge fer
Our breakfast is made in a blink, whilst through
The wasting minutes all is tidied; were
There else, there is no time left now tae do
Aught, e'en to showr, where thunderstorms bestir?!
Yet, LORD, Thy mercies, new each morning, cue.
18May26
7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 12:48 PM UTC
I don't.
(sonnet #ladeedah)
Try strawb'rry shortcake for yer breakfast hence,
Complete with RediWhip for garnish, frail
As erm, dessert for Sunday's fare; smash bail
Down with a lid, and drive to werk, for sense,
Like joys maunt quite be had 'cept hardships fence
Th'indulgence is't? And where it's quiet, hail
The merry strains of 'loved baroque t'avail,
As if the party may proceed fr'intents.
Tis allus been my style; I am as twere
From lo, a distant planet, nor the crew
Which slogs 'long here. Besides, who knows in tour
Where I have been since birth, and if it's true?
It is, I can assure ye. Cheer'os fer
My infant loves, and LORD, we wait for You.
17May26b
7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 12:38 PM 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
Guess they do sell it too [not the dead scents].
(sonnet #whateffer)
How lilacs' deaths waft pungent odours hence,
As if to greet my late return, whose trail
But lately was indulged by their detail
In sweet perfumes. And wherefore is't that thence
I'm racing back the second night fr'intents
Now in a row, to grab my order? Hail
Me like a blackguard til I shan't avail
You of my bus'ness, and why is that whence?
And leave your fav'rite ramen off to stir
Some fancier brand, to find it awful. Who
Thought that could work? Dunno. Why was it poor?
Tell Saturday I used to think I knew
What "weekend" meant, this latest version fer
The dogs. Oh LORD, redeem us. We wait You.
16May26b
7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 12:34 PM UTC
...last night.
(sonnet #whateffer)
You would have thought that Friday night'd avail
With time enow t'enjoy, but I'd fr'intents
Far too much then to do, til aught pretense
Was perished in the projects' grand detail,
From cutting up and sug'ring strawb'rries' tale
To crafting more burritos, where from hence
This rising in the wee hours leaves me thence
Half sick now to my stomach, lacking bail.
Grab Hungry Jack and whip up as it were
A load of pancakes, eggs, and bacon too
In tow, my lunch frae Friday but in poor
Reply half eaten. Ask why can't she do
It all and get to work on time? Bestir
Thy mercies, LORD. Is all of this of You?
16May26a
7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 12:33 PM UTC
(...some cherub, that's for certain)
(sonnet #wouldntwholiketoknow)
Wherefore do lilac scents waft on th'exhale
As if to cull to mind how, for intents,
By now, yes, Mother's Day both came, and hence
Tis gone? How every year I'd pile t'avail
The lilac bunches in bouquets, nor fail
To fill the vases with sweet lilac scents
For Mom on Mother's Day. This year my sense
Was far too keen: I could not bear that tale.
Delete all posts which clamor that: for her
You should craft THIS. It's been a decade. Do
The math and see I lost my brother fer
All that how few weeks ere? Oh, I'll tell too:
Two months before this Mother's Day. Is't poor
I hurt too much this year? LORD, I need You.
15May26a
7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 12:31 PM UTC
back in the '80's....
(sonnet #wouldn'tyouliketoknow)
Then wipe my mind til nothing's left t'avail
Whenas th'alarm goes off at three. I've sense
Enough to know I must get up from hence,
But whate'er for?! Where am I headed?? Frail
As plans before this day, my slate's detail
Is clean of aught. Too late revive plans dense
With import, where the time is scant fr'intents,
As Barry's wakes me up, til I search bail.
Those funky pizzas for our lunch in tour,
He DID make pancakes I kin split tae do
Us good on Sunday's lighter fare as twere,
Yet I'm all thumbs and quite a wreck. I'll rue
What 'zactly? Dawn breaks where I'm settled fer
The day upon the clock. LORD, we wait You.
10May26a
7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 12:29 PM UTC
[My mother's father a Navy man, my father's dad in the Army.]
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCDXX)
The lilacs are 'most perished, yet how scents
Waft sweetest odours on the wind's exhale
As if to give May's final hours' detail
What shall redeem or soften sorrow's sense
Whilst June gears up to party, grass from hence
Half weary in this brazen light and frail
Green, as the dove calls likeas to avail,
And hol'day means I'm off, without defense.
One final pizza left for this grand tour
Of lo, Memor'al Day, no salads to
Accomp'ny, and what's missing? Twas as t'were
Too perfect Sat'day night, war mem'ries through
The hours for our remembrance, til what's poor
Is how we do not cry, oh LORD, for You.
26May25
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 11:54 AM UTC
Don't give me that look.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMM...!)
Mum told me many years 'go like for sense,
"Yer colour's pink." Once on my own to scale,
I found the Mean Girls tee, which blazed the trail
To now where ev'ryone wears pink. Twas, fr'intents
My challenge on the job for Wensdays, whence
Behold it on all sides, as if tis bail.
How I just watch the world explode, and fail
At being the star, whileas they strut from hence.
Do things go south at work, or take as twere
A dip because it's Friday?! My feet knew
Far better days in youth. And robins tour
Until the goldfinch leave. What shall I do?
When DID I write the groc'ry list?! Tis poor
Or what? A pizza party late--of You?
08May26b
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 11:39 AM 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
[Romans 8:26]
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMM...)
Ask for mair hours, yet none exist, from whence
I settle to hang with the kittens, frail
As waiting, to discover late that they'll
Give me the half, so I'm back off to thence
'Non scrambling to be on the clock, which hence
I am ere long, yet lacking sleep's detail,
I'm far too shot to write. Guess I'll avail
Me on the morrow? No. The weekend's sense.
Oh Nash'nal Day of Prayr, I'm praying in tour,
And thankful for Thy mercies, LORD, e'er new
Each morning; but for these I've naught as twere,
Nor would be here. Midafternoon I'm through,
Free til the morrow, wait in vain; bestir
A pizza party just us, LORD, of You?
07May
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 11:35 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
Go figure.
(sonnet #thousands)
Erst wont to pen, "eclipse what was," my sense
Of all is done for now I'm home t'avail,
And in my new fave sundress, though sheer bail,
Now waxes thin, cuz how the clock from hence
Swears we've less than one hour for aught intents;
Besides which, I'm fatigued. Lie down and fail
Twixt tasks, but see the golden hours' detail?
I canna sleep ere work at this rate, whence?
Yes, Peter and his sister fight in tour
Oer: me. First Tigger hangs with me, then two
Are wrestling; next the big cat's on me fer
A spell, til I call her name. Don't ask who
Nor why they both stay whilst I nap. Bestir
Th'alarm and she'll watch me dress. LORD, where to?
06May26b
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 11:25 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
M'hm.
(sonnet #stopwhatever)
While Tigger licks my wedge of brie like thence
Old times, watch steam waft up as ere t'avail,
And from so many years ago I'll hail
Lost visions for a moment: see from hence
Ya, home, the dining table and fr'intents
Our living room with Mum relaxing, frail
As losses, picture window, yonder hale
In what we knew, though's perished since, til whence?
How after, Tigger leaps and twists as twere
Mid-air in play, a catnip mouse her cue,
Til Peter thinks to end that, like tis poor,
This party joined next shortly by just who?
My brother up at last, dissolve aught fer
All that by summons. LORD, we wait for You.
03May26b
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 2:07 PM UTC
Tell me.
(sonnet #nine or ten thousand something last I checked, kick me)
When did I last sleep quite unfettered? Hail
Them for mair hours, to be unanswered, whence
Wake twixt weird nightmares just to check from thence,
By dawn nigh thankful for a good sleep, frail
As still in need, and put the kettle's bail
On for our *** of Barry's in defense,
The half-n-half which Peter'd beg fr'intents
Quite gone by morning, like it would avail.
Now measure kidney beans to cook in tour
For refried beans, the spate of chili through
These past months more than 'nough to sate as twere
That app'tite; Cheer'os for our breakfast too,
Where now I'm texted with the hours I'd stir,
These projects left unfinished. LORD, of you?
03May26a
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 2:05 PM UTC