#yourstruly
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
3d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 12:52 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
3d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 12:48 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
...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
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
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
[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
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
Believe me, I don't.
(sonnet #dunno)
Watch social media to erm, pass fr'intents
The dragging hours, and til my phone lacks bail,
To live on others' dreams and sorrows frail,
Yet like a flick far better than the sense
Which Hollywood e'er gives, as if pretense
Is just'fied if's my neighbors' lives I'll hail
For some recure, where I shan't post t'avail
Aught, cuz my own life's drab and lacks defense.
Whole milk, with half and half reduced in tour
On Friday, is delicious. Sip it to
Determine if it's good, to be as twere
In raptures, til hot cocoa's all milk too,
The dream of warm milk what'd anon bestir
Yawns and the sleepy sense. LORD, I thank You.
02May26b
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 2:01 PM UTC
the new rule....
(sonnet #nottelling)
Three hours past midnight dawn is far off, hale
Black night sans promise of the day from hence,
Whilst buried deep indoors leaves no note thence
Of what the morning was, where that detail
Called "afternoon" reveals at length t'avail
A sunny early ev'ning for intents,
The burger dinner I'd planned weeks ere whence,
And yielding odours nigh to ravish, bail.
Is't cuz I am too tired? Lament as poor,
That freighted dream of burgers I'd sought, true
To form with grandeur in each note as twere,
Yet better in the vision than we two
Enjoy, I swear. Watch golden shafts in tour
Yield up to night, as LORD, we wait for You.
02May26a
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 1:59 PM UTC
Oh well.
(sonnet #whocareswhatbynow)
Sleep half the night in bed, then to avail
Us, half upon the couch, but they from thence
Don't give a hoot. Too many apples hence
Means sauce, and guess I maunt resist nor fail
To craft banana bread, like that detail
Wants its revival? Guac needs for intents
To be made also; bacon, lettuce' sense
With lo, tomatoes: sandwich for lunch' bail.
Cut up the cant'loupe; clean the limes as twere
Out, losing most, alas; and once 'gain brew
A *** of coffee. Drip on this page fer
Good measure whileas Tigger, Peter too,
Now steal more bacon than I gave them. Poor
As all my sins, save me, LORD. I wait You.
24Feb26a
Feb 28
Feb 28, 2026 at 10:50 PM UTC
Dunno.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCMX)
Mom had translucent skin, like procelain, whence
In youth she was laughed at; and on that scale
Told cruelly, "you've old lady hands." Twas frail
To have a goddess' skin. Alas, why thence
Did none inherit that?! If only hence
I could have that trait, but I maunt avail
Me. Other features were passed on like bail,
But porcelain skin?! Twas buried with her scents.
I look half like Mom, sound like her in tour,
Both on the phone and foot, yet having, too,
The finer points escapes me. Come now, were
There hope, what is't? She said twas naught, each cue
I would possess not worth it, 'cept to stir
Me to seek Thy face, LORD, and to serve You.
25Dec25b
Jan 1
Jan 1, 2026 at 11:38 AM UTC
Nobody asked and I'm not telling.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCCXCVII)
We both planned for an early start, but fail,
And this despite our seeming promise, whence
Thy mercies 'lone prevail, oh LORD, from hence,
And I am thankful. Yet wherefore sans bail
This odd spate of the trots?! I'll stomach hale
Warm porridge, nothing else; groc'ry shopping thence
Nigh perfect: or'nges for yes, Christmas' sense
Reduced, and Noosa yogurts too, t'avail.
I'm even back in decent time like we're
On target. Leave for my shift, early, to
Be stalled too long cuz who'd smash whom as twere
While I was putting groc'ries 'way? I do
Not have the time, and fume. Swear that is poor,
And LORD, have mercy on us all, won't You?
19Dec25a
Dec 25, 2025
Dec 25, 2025 at 1:01 PM UTC
You think?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCCXCI)
In grade school science' long words' grand detail
Like "mol'cule" and "exper'ments" taught us thence
That there were labels for this stuff, why scents
Pervade, and also now wherefore to scale
My gas stove's blue flame flickers and t'avail
Turns ornge whenas I salt the oats fr'intents,
Ne horses nigh nor neighing for breakfast, whence
I guess that's why they taught us, likeas bail.
Or? Leave such things and craft a feast in tour,
As if twas called for, when none asked nor knew
Just how to finish that. I'll bet, though's poor,
That science has a reason for that too.
Oh LORD our God, how long until as twere
All's oer, and we're at last at home with You?
16Dec25a
Dec 22, 2025
Dec 22, 2025 at 10:56 AM UTC
So there.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCCLXXXV)
It's Nash'nal Cocoa Day, so that detail
Is set as twere to flourish, wanting thence
But marshy mallows for lo, Robert, whence
Pull out the minis frae last year, and hail
The joys warmed milk kin offer, as t'avail
He drifts off while Four Christmas' plays, events
Therein not worth e'en squat to him, as hence
I'm laughing up a storm while he snores. Bail?
I guess. The guac fresh crafted was in tour
A hit, cuz he took seconds. Fritos too,
Of course, the doctored pizza not as poor
As broken bits might seem, with cheese to woo
And pepperoni; it's the kittens' poor
Reception. They were brave. LORD, we thank You.
13Dec25a
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025 at 10:21 AM UTC
Dunno. [They say, "the brave die only once."]
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCCLXXIII)
There's mair to say than not, I guess, the tale
Of snow cast up in mountains but from thence
The grand beginning to a nightmare sense
Would shake off, 'cept I maunt. Try to avail
My mind of better 'scapes, and we're sans bail
Plunged deeper into roads which don't from hence
Exist, vast snow fields faintly drawn 'pon, whence
Go drive yer Honda sports car down the trail.
Or try. If fear could just extinguish poor
Me, I'd have died last weekend. That won't do,
However. Pray, pray, pray, and seek in tour
His face, the LORD Who gives to all anew
Life, breath, and all things. LORD, come now, bestir
Thy tender mercies and save us, won't You?
07Dec25a
Dec 11, 2025
Dec 11, 2025 at 10:55 AM UTC
Okay, well....[typing THIS was next to impossible as I couldn't stop laughing.]
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCCLXXII)
Late morning I'm too tired for aught the trail
Has left; how shall I e'en drive home from hence?
Excite me til, in sheer fatigue, I thence
Erm, babble, and I am awake nor frail,
But saddled with a headache sans aught bail.
Had I much time left in the day fr'intents?
Erase those plans and drive, drive, drive like whence
Could own a brighter day by that detail.
If Grandma Bottle rummaged madly fer
Us through the bag known as her satchel, to
Be like her was the thing, whence I bestir
A mess cuz I am NOT awake as due,
But trying to be yes, relevant in poor
Reply, while they all laugh. LORD, I need You.
25Nov25a
Dec 2, 2025
Dec 2, 2025 at 4:18 AM UTC
[Because by now I do not know.]
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCCLVIII)
The snow is melted, and the lawns from hence
Are weary ghosts of Summer, hill nor vale
But wearing Winter's faded mien. T'avail
Ourselves of dreams, we deck the keen suspense
With freighted plans and trimmings for pretense
T'admire, with red a focal point to scale,
Because the vines which weave chains 'long the trail
Are scarlet, likeas blood dripped through for whence.
Resort to my bed and the kittens fer
All that are here before me. As the two
Observe, plunk down to scribble. Both bestir
To play, then Peter leaves, and Tigger'd do
The time good, cleaning herself. What, as twere
Is left? Work piles up. LORD, how we wait You.
12Nov25b
Nov 30, 2025
Nov 30, 2025 at 9:53 AM UTC
...too many decades ere.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCCLIII)
I gave the kittens milk and cream t'avail
Oernight, ere sunrise half aware pretense
Is folly, and they'll haunt my rising thence,
Two wedges brie what Peter shan't regale
Himself with, only Tigger, who would trail
Me, riding on my shoulders like twas sense,
From ya, the loo to kitchen like defense,
As I am sure it is not Monday, frail.
If morning stares at me once I'm as twere
Upon the clock afresh, tis bland, skies blue
With clouds like fragments of the storm as twere
'Non melting off, the fields just green as due
For Winter's weary stay, the dream astir
Beyond, oh LORD, Thy mercies ever new.
10Nov25a
Nov 29, 2025
Nov 29, 2025 at 12:12 PM UTC
...from these collected cloud fluffs.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCCLI)
Now, whileas shadows draw up plans to veil
All in sheer darkness, light so fragile hence,
Though seeming blinding, grasses lit, suspense
Alive as rolling fields wear tan's detail,
Trees in the distance silhouettes, th'exhale
Too sharp and keenly chill, lawns green for sense
As bushes sport dim gold, this game fr'intents
Of hide-n-seek with yellow light t'avail.
What shall we say? November is as twere
Just as we knew it should be, skies so blue
The heart'd rejoice the whilst it'd shiver too,
Clouds layered and so fluffy, winds in tour
Too fierce the promised snow shall come to cure
All in pure white. Oh LORD, we wait for You.
09Nov25a
Nov 28, 2025
Nov 28, 2025 at 8:50 AM UTC
Please.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCCL)
November's woods are stripped, leaves dangling thence
To add a touch of colour to detail
Sheer Death unmasked, our souls anon bewail;
The harping voice within our veins from hence
"Thanksgiving Day," as if our last defense
Is partying on a scale which'd leave the trail
With favours strewn likeas these ornge, reds' hale
Bits clinging to bare boughs in keen suspense.
Tis cracked wheat sourdough French toast, chill winds' tour
Of duty culling rain to spackle who
Would notice, snow late forecast like to cure
The foolish hopes of better, skies grey to
Bring Shakespeare's lines of region clouds as twere
To mind, forsaken calm, LORD, waiting You.
08Nov25b
Nov 28, 2025
Nov 28, 2025 at 8:48 AM UTC
...your breakfast
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCCXXXIX)
Tis Monday. If November's trees regale
By half and seem late stripped of aught fr'intents,
Bare limbs and naked silhouettes what fence
The searching glance where fields own that detail
Of tan in lieu of green, as yellow'd hail
On ev'ry side, though reds still flutter thence
Twixt all as if to add a note for sense,
I am too shot, nor have a chance t'avail.
That huge barn 'cross the fields, which stands as twere
Likeas some dream cast up to solace who
Could spare a moment just to dream in tour,
Is faded, yet half cozened by a crew
Of huge trees, til I maunt but look, bestir
Fantastic dreams thereby, and LORD, wait You.
03Nov25a
Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 2:10 PM UTC
...I guess.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCCXXXVI)
November's trees are naked, sporting thence
But piecemeal bits of leaves, as aught detail
Swears that Game Over is the rule sans bail,
This riot of sheer crimson haunting hence
My path, with yellows aged in keen suspense,
And greens foresworn whilst ornge is old, the trail
To yonder clearly laid, til I'll avail
Me as I can, aware the joy's pretense.
Leaves crunch now underfoot, in piles as twere
Forgotten by our haste to be anew
Both here and there, til nothing's left and's poor,
What shall we allus be? How see past to
The end of time, where all we knew in tour
Is gone, and Thou, LORD, only art our view?
01Nov25b
Nov 9, 2025
Nov 9, 2025 at 11:22 AM UTC