"betrayl" poems
Happily he deals very gently and understandingly with me. I love him.
(sonnet #MMMMMDCCXCV)
Not mists. Thet ghostly whiteness as a veil
Down where the valley shivers in suspense,
Flirtatious winds' moist breath stale in the sense
Tis muggy ere dawn cast off Sunday's pale
Thought of more hallowed things, and in a frail
Excuse I button that blouse Mum gave thence
To me, to die as seeing her worn face hence,
Those precious eyes, and hate me in betrayl.
Oh Robert! How I want to scream as twere
Until the universe is shattered to
Sheer nothingness. But then as now in poor
'Scuse, no sound can come out. And I tell you
Cuz only you seem understand. Mists tour
Forsooth, and I still breathe, pray, love you too.
24Jul16a
Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 9:20 PM UTC
I'd show you the black and white photographs of this allegedly cherubic 1 yr-old....
(sonnet #MMMMMCMXC)
Oh me! How diamonds sparkle in th'exhale
As winds flirt on the lake's clear ***** whence
Blue skies thus mirrored as erst wont, a sense
Of what? half wrestles in me on that scale
Cuz why aren't we together now, to hail
This bounty in each other's arms? Leaves thence
All whispring as their boughs rock, yellow hence
Mocks joy as I see Mum in sheer betrayl.
We used to walk down to the valley, tour
The yard lost in whatever, and I knew
Our time was short. But I don't weep for her
Today as yet, cuz who's distracted to
Effect is also quite obliv'ous. Poor
As saying is: I could wish you were here too.
23Oct16b
Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 11:30 PM UTC
Once upon a time we had the hymnal propped by the kitchen sink so's I could learn; years later Mum would sing along with me, and now...I like never but once in a blue moon dare to sing aloud, for missing her to tears.
(sonnet #MMMMMMCCXLVII)
What's happened to--me? Rainy hours detail
Thet eye with silver's touch while green lawns fence
The minutes fog obscures by vague suspense
With softest carpets rolled out to avail,
And I'm not erm, my own in sheer betrayl;
Erst naked trees lost to mists' whitish sense
Of yonder, I could shiver, and do hence,
Cuz in a blink I'm his upon that scale.
One comment like my wont five days ere, poor
As what? now he distracts aught hours 'til through
Suggestion I am giggling, sober, tour
His deepest sorrows, and maunt say he'd woo?!
Of course, I'm better searching violets, fer
All that. Let purple wink low, saying we knew.
05Apr17b
Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 12:58 AM UTC
Nope.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCXCVI)
I lick my finger slowly, with a sense
In closing as of stealing frosting, pale
As aught compare, th'espresso's foam detail
Tinged subtly with milk's sweetness for intents,
Like that finale suited for it hence,
The rainy blacktop half dried in betrayl,
While minutes tiptoe by on wings more frail
Than insects' glassy touch we note from thence.
Prepare their lunch with baggies for as twere
Thin cleanliness, cuz honey's sticky to
A fault; cube our potato like in tour
What, eh? I tossed my brother's typed note, knew
Not that twas worth aught, and discuss how poor
Tis that all's typed, not writ by hand. And you?
21Mar19b
Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 8:54 PM UTC
If you're really good I might let you see them, that is, if I can find the pointy-toed knitted pink preemie booties some coworker's wife gave my parents....
(sonnet #MMMMMMCXX)
Suppose I'm but a nymph whose sprite in frail
Excuse wars, tangled by long cherished thence
Auld loves, and sorrows which I canna hence
Shrug off. My father aye, and brothers hail
Me as so oddly wont to in betrayl
Don effervescence, whiles griefs own my sense
Of whither, glad to see this warm eye whence
These yellowed fields bask, dead, as if'd avail.
I dabble in the thought of Death as twere,
Like twould thus ransom me from here, though blue
Skies whisper to my soul of yonder fer
All that. Yea, I hate aught, but love each too.
Or praps I hate myself cuz joy is poor
And crimnal, left a prisner, whence I rue.
01Feb17b
Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 10:18 PM UTC
(sonnet #MMMMMCDXXXII)
How rain's nigh ghastly light haunts vague suspense
Ere darkness yield to after. In the pale
Note follwing, whiter morsels chase th'exhale
Which moves atwixt these firs as if pretense
Could not decide oer snowbanks' worn intents
And newer puddles thinking of betrayl,
This fragile romance in surreal tones' bail
Lost in the flurry of just whither hence.
I want to ask you what you're doing fer
All we have overnight made me and you
Erm, us and we. And scared but driving, you're
Not one bit daunted either. What'd we do?
I've heard of whirlwind stories. Aren't such poor?
You'd kiss my tear-washed face, and say we knew?
03Feb16
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 11:13 PM UTC
I have no idea why that first line came to mind while I was indeed cleaning. I've not read Austen in years, nor watched movies in months.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMCDXLI)
Jane Austen's drawing rooms I'd feign avail
Me of, whose wainscot's polished oak is dense
With import as the papered walls from hence
Look smug; yes, take a turn in sheer betrayl
Across those gleaming floors, dressed ah, to scale
In empire-waist' floor-length is it pretense?
And for the *** of tea I'll sip for sense,
The dainty patterns on those walls' sweet bail.
Don't ask me why. In scrubbing bathrooms' tour,
I could not settle on just whither to
Until that note piqued languid thoughts as twere.
I've been there so oft for discussions through
Each novel, t'would be quite refreshing, poor
As fiction's vain suggestion, if'd could do.
11Oct18a
Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 4:13 PM UTC
...might as well be?
(sonnet #MMMMMMCCCCLXXXV)
Lo, now the moon peers in to splash a pale
Glance 'cross Mum's carpet, up my legs and thence
Upon these silent hands sans voice, a sense
Thet silver eye just watches, what'd avail?
The Scriptures. As tree silhouettes detail
Nigh ghastly clouds with blackened figures, hence
Recall "...one glory of the sun--" fr'intents:
"...Another of the moon--" what, in betrayl?
Forsooth. I am not Mum, nor shall in poor
Scuse ever match up. Yet what should I do?
My aunt sez God has me still here as twere
To do His will. I can't but own tis true.
Dreams, prayrs, half mock what is. Whatever, fer
All that is my work? Someday swear I knew?
09Jul17a
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 8:27 PM UTC
looking into her eyes
i could tell it told a stroy
a rare thing
told me everything she was afraid of
that look on her face told it all
but most importantly
the one thing i remember as clear as crystal
those blue eyes that drowed my sorrows away and made me think of something
someone
other than myself for once
they told me id never understand
little did she understand ive been through the same she'd been trough
fought the same battles
lingered apon the same questions and wondered the same thoughts
pictured the same scenerios in my head that we wanted to happen
and even thought about things the same way
it was perfect
i knew her just as well as she knew me
from just her eyes i could see the bittter past she wasnt willing to share
and the eager future she was excited about continuing
but loosing hope because everyone had shot down her dreams
fearless but had the courage that someday shed let all of the bad thoughts go
shed get rid of the deomns for good
she win the game of life
she knew she had it in her
the resononing behind becoming a better person for herself
felt good because she knew it wasnt for anybody else
although looking into her eyes i saw
hatred
jealousy
betrayl
traits i noticed
things id been familiar with and i just wanted to tell her weveall been there
to not trust every single person you meet
to take off that elecrtic smile that brightened up the room
to not open up so easily to those who were being nosey and desperate to break into the source of someone elses problems to cast away the shawdows of theirs for just a
moment
to not run off with the boy who had the pretty smile and differet personality because he ends up being the same guy as the rest
to tell her to turn around and notice the nice guy
the guy who cared about her all along who would do anything for her
protect her and fight for her no matter what
but no matter what she wouldnt listen
she wanted the bad guy
figured he knew a way to make the
pain go away
and indeed he did
which made more pain present in those eyes that were once as blue as the ocean
turn as black as the sky on a night there are no stars to look opon
i wanted to tell her all the things growing up i wish i knew
looking into her eyes i saw that reflection staring back at me and telling myself
"im that little girl that once was you"
Aug 24, 2013
Aug 24, 2013 at 8:16 PM UTC
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
Alas, is there truly no excuse for me?
(sonnet #MMMMMMCMXVIII)
Take icy cloth's embroidered linen's sense
Of April's warmth to task for darts, as hale
Pink butterflies weave paths to yonder's bail,
And what is stylish now is red, deep hence
With snappy blue in patterns I've tossed thence
Aside as "not my taste," and oh! t'avail
How Valentines' tricks out most ads' detail
With hearts in tow, where I've none in defense.
Remember how our heavy kissing's tour
Of things I'd never tasted, left me too
Far Dis-illusioned in betrayl, as poor
As all that, and I miss the violets dew
In silver droplets used to kiss as twere.
So flowrs are knit on linen while none woo.
01Feb18b
Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 10:11 PM UTC
My dear friend you are the betrayl in enimies,
My dear love you are the struggle in life,
My dear heart you are the untrusted in gossip,
My dear world I will watch you fall,
I will watch as we collapse,
Together.
Feb 29, 2012
Feb 29, 2012 at 7:53 AM UTC
So there.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMVI)
Yes, fire. We plunked down on the fur rug thence
Afore her fireplace, and I in betrayl
Neglected to erm, lose me on its hale
And licking flames, e'en that romance' pretense
Was blind to--wherefore? Sandwiched for intents
Twixt two guy friends, I was too dull t'avail
Me even there, yea lost myself in pale
'Scuse in auld lines to Nigel, like's good sense.
Now Sunday watches diesel trucks roar fer
Sweet hours through lonesome country roads 'neath blue
Skies nary cloud is but a ghost in, poor
As saying. I told a friend I'm as a melon you
Cleaned out, sans Mum, and what as twere
Is left? LORD, give me Thy fruit. And kids too?
11Mar18b
Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 8:39 PM UTC
THIS: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jCHL9b6nBXA
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCCII)
Watch Paul McCartney's erm, debut of thence
That soulful number "Yesterday." and they'll
What, eh? If's not the song itself t'avail,
How 'bout John Lennon's snide remark for sense
To Ringo, was't? As if there was fr'intents
This rivalry which could not in betrayl
Be satisfied to have Paul up (sans bail?)
Alone on stage where all the girls cooed hence.
As if they did not cry for John in tour,
And that by name, he must begrudge it too?
I'm just a child in sheer compare as twere,
Yet "all grown-up" now to effect, see through
Their boyish ways and fall in love, though's poor.
While "Yesterday's" notes never fail to woo.
22Mar19b
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 9:50 PM UTC
and you said: "I hope you like chocolate."
(sonnet #MMMMMMCCCLI)
I've not had choclate, nor a taste, in pale
Excuse, for that in days, perhaps cuz hence
You called yourself that, and my hunger thence
Was only for whom stole aught else, t'avail
Me of: just you. And oh! how that detail
In lieu of packaged squares, eats me and sense
Out of both home and hearth, ne crumb to fence
The **** is't? yet smudges in betrayl.
Oh, Adrian! There I must leave off. Were--
What? Savour ah, minutest crumbs, roll too
Across your tongue that darkest morsel your
Soul yields itself up to, and ah, foil to
Glint, crinkle, tease, nor but in silver tour
Hold lo, exquisite heights: what's I love you?
17May17a
May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 12:16 AM UTC
(sonnet #MMMMMCCCLXXVIII)
Snow. Thick white flakes whose hapless note's detail
As't measures distance their profusion thence
Half mocks, yet draws the careless eye from whence
These mesmerize sans voice within the pale
Light of an afternoon, and lo tis bail
Enow for losing me upon that sense
I maunt pin down, til playing guitar is hence
Forgot, or trips and chokes in sheer betrayl.
And ah. You know that word, um, chaste? Oh sure.
Come, roll it 'cross your tongue and hear anew,
Cuz I am sick of being too naughty, fer
The record, and shall leave erm, you to woo.
If only I sit on me hands 'til you're
Quite ready, that should do. Snow. I need you.
09Jan16c
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 10:57 PM UTC
There IS a reason we're told to beware of what we...everything, really.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMCMLXXXVIII)
Swear off the pleasures I knew ere cuz thence
I'm too, what, eh? beleaguered to avail
Me of indulgence, yes. No choc'late, pale
As loving oft to nibble it fr'intents
Home in my father's house. And thus, what hence?
The id'ot box passe, I'd in betrayl
Now clean forgot the litrature's detail
Which shaped my thoughts and manners, yea, my sense.
Take oh, the lux'ry of an essay fer
Lo, minutes on familiar turf I knew
Weeks, months, so many years ago as twere
Likeas my other "food," and what ah, to
Effect? As if my thinking clears in poor
'Scuse for brief seconds, oh how sweet tis too!
24May19d
May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 11:50 PM UTC
...like, "if you must remain nobly a ****** unto death in lieu of marrying divorced or ungodly men, buck up and be thankful." or something like that.
(sonnet #MMMMMMCMVI)
If butterflies were dancing gaily hence
Across these wastes, likeas in sheer betrayl
Pink 'non embroidered ones do whilst flutes scale
Soft notes and trip too merr'ly for intents
Now through the minutes I work pinning thence
An ancient zipper to this skirt, we'd hail
Sweet joy no, aye? But thin white clouds 'gain veil
Blue skies til shadows' ghosts fade, and's pretense.
Did I complain too much ere, that as twere
I'm punished with ne best friend? No man'd woo
Affections then, but he was toying in poor
Excuse with me, or was divorced. None do
Ha, ha now either, flutes in lieu what stir
Fond visions as I bend oer sewing's cue.
25Jan18b
Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 9:49 PM UTC
..add to that, "sleeping is a luxury; eating a privilege"...by MY definition.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMCMLXXXVI)
Does coffee ever wake aught soul fr'intents?
Or do we merely welcome in betrayl
Caffeine's ole kick-start to the morning's hale
Note it is time to put off sleep? Dad's sense
Of it I canna say, 'cept he'd swear thence
Twas to be lo, "enjoyed." not quaffed t'avail
The soul like medicine, no. That detail
Could praps suffice, yet I'm confused still. Whence?
And oh, tea does not mix with joe. Tis poor
On both sides if you drink them both, each brew
No complement to th'other, as it were.
Yes, laugh at me. Now "independent" two
Weeks running--sip tea first, to savour fer
All that what'd ope mine eyes; then joe's weak. You?
24May19b
May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 11:46 PM UTC
You are allowed to laugh, I've heard it is good medicine.
(sonnet #MMMMMCMXCII)
Alas. I cherish too much, in a sense,
October's pale eye, and how in betrayl
Thet lonely yellow leaf 'non skitters, frail
And hapless 'cross the blacktop, lost from hence
Within grey shadows as cold winds breathe thence
In careless fashion through worn Maples' hale
Stance, green, orange-kissed and whispring of ne bail
Whilst Death walks silent through this vague suspense.
These blue skies wear a cloudless mien as twere,
Yet blinding echoes of thin fragments do
Some tour of duty in their backdrop fer
Good measure. Yellow gladrags dance, the crew
Of staid leaves fragile. But I love't all, poor
As saying is, only wanting, yessir: You.
24Oct16a
Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 10:03 PM UTC
He said I'm a good kisser. ducks head
(sonnet #MMMMMMDI)
His. O, I wanted Joe to call me his, in pale
Excuse, and yes, to call him MINE. What hence?
But lo, I am. He's like a dream come true, a sense
Of all a girl wants in his sweetness, frail
As fancies ever were. Why, in betrayl?
To top it off, yes...what? but kissing thence
Is nat'ral, being in his arms like ah, whence?
Two puzzle pieces fitting in detail.
If I said "he is home to me as twere,"
Would all I've tasted then dissolve unto
Some naked shore the waves crash into fer
An endless washing of all that we knew?
He sez that love (in all caps) is too poor.
My legs and lips are what he wants. What's new?
16Jul17a
Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 9:50 PM UTC
Don't ask me.
(sonnet #MMMMMDCCXCIV)
Not mine. As if a stranger passing thence
From who-knows-where to whither, aught detail
Is like the accents you'll set to avail
Along with artwork for that ***** sense,
Just items in a world that's lost from hence
Its varnish. His bare room decked on that scale
With table, chairs and knick-knacks, in betrayl
Wood toilet seat's in pieces for pretense.
Tis naked. Yes, he's glad to see me fer
Old times--"Erm [smiling] what's your name 'gain? You--
You're so familiar--" I laugh, to assure
Him's fine, aye tease him. Yet why does th'ado,
Though fun as ever, strip the dream as twere
Of all its trappings? Robt, I love you too.
23Jul16c
Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 9:18 PM UTC
(sonnet #MMMMMDCCLVI)
I swear, I love you, Robert. Drive me thence
Up every wall. In Spartan fashion scale
The hours down as I trim each sorry nail
Erm, with my teeth. And oh! What is it hence?
But you're the master of this ship, to fence
Unnumbered minutes with naught to avail,
Cuz I am spoiled? Or what?! In sheer betrayl
Oh help me! but I'm cussing in suspense.
To top it off you have compassion fer
My father. He swears I'm a task. You two
Make quite the pair to set me off as twere.
Okay, I'll take up knitting. That won't do.
You drive me bonkers! Tell me that's not your
Intent and I'll prove tis. I love you too.
06Jul16b
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 8:08 PM UTC
...the Word of God.
(sonnet #MMMMMCMLXXII)
Oh yes. I wimper still oer Mum. Care thence
In silence as ne words assuage nor bail
My soul, except the LORD's in sheer betrayl.
Orange kisses treetops, yellow nestles hence
In sidewalk cracks and dips, vines paint a sense
Of scarlet through the copse no phlox detail
Now, and lo, I submit a sonnet they'll
Not choose, remembring Mum last year--and whence?
I swear, the Word of God my home as twere,
Replies as through a parched land we ensue.
Grey hours rain drips oer, deep blue heavns we were
So fond of seeing twixt yellow Maples--do
Not have my ticket anymore. In poor
Scuse I watch Pride and Prejdice. Where are you?
16Oct16b
Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 9:47 PM UTC
Hopefully if you're unfamiliar with that song google will comply and locate it for you.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCCXXXVI)
Blue skies out West look deeper in a sense
Than Illinois e'er knows, clouds in betrayl
'Non floating laz'ly in such vast seas they'll
Assure ye rare pools know, til I from thence
Half ache to be in those dear prairies hence
As childhood fondly knew, swept to avail
Clean of these houses clustered sans aught bail,
And where the Thunderbirds roar through fr'intents.
I said I'd join the Air Force, but Dad fer
All that said: No. And that is better too.
Yet oh! the Rocky Mountains! O those pure,
Unfathomed bluest skies! What is't that'd woo
Me from their depths? I feel it 'non bestir
My soul, just watching from afar. And you?
31Mar19d
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 9:45 PM UTC