Cheeky Missy
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One month ago, for flavour...
Why\'s Autumn So Blist\'ring HOT?!
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMDCCCXLI)
Night barely lowered temps, warmth all from hence
We know, yet wherefore must I watch the trail
Of sheer abuse \'non flourish? what\'d avail?
Friends play me false, mine en\'mies plotting thence
With great success as if I\'ve no defense,
Yet, LORD, what have I done? Why\'s there ne bail?
Earn wages to see my bag\'s that detail
Likeas the Scriptures warn: with holes, til whence?
Read up on Tasso and Camoes* in tour
To gain perspective on our path, those two
Whom I\'d long heard tale of well worth, as t\'were
The study, \'til I\'d mod\'rate me anew.
Oh LORD, please, do Thou ransom me! Bestir
Thy mercies as of old and save us too!
27Aug24
*David M. Main\'s 1881 Treasury of English Sonnets what both taught me by his extensive historic references and inclusions to love sonnets which thereafter were discovered my niche, first intro\'d me to Camoen and Tasso as even then ancient sonneteers with, it appeared the most extensive collections of sonnets.
Up by 2am Wednesday, nor to bed and asleep until Thursday after 7pm, I\'d little strength for aught besides necessary work after the initial 30 hours.
I Never Planned On This
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMDCCCLXXXVI)
Twa hours in bed, not of aught sleep t\'avail,
And I am fragile as expected, sense
Not quite as keen as I\'d like either, whence
Guess I shall take things slowly lest I fail
Worse than in folly? Work like that?! The trail
Wends out of sight whileas folk mock me hence
For working back to back shifts, like what thence?
Try to make ends meet when you\'re lacking bail?
The romance of black night none pass through fer
So many hours, whose lonely silence to
Effect\'s tricked out by crickets fiddling, poor
As needing sleep then, charms likeas it\'d woo.
If only I could have my rest in tour,
And that. In lieu of which, LORD, I need You.
26Sep24
Given a prompt when I\'d rather let inspiration find itself elsewhere in the day, this chases itself to a curious end, having been scribbled as fast as I could, in order to chase the prompt after.
Was This Too Short For My Intentions?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMDCCCLXXXVII)
From blackest night\'s deep void to purple\'s sense
(With faintest pink) of war is\'t? that detail
Of somber region clouds oer Autumn\'s trail
Of painted leaves in thickest woods orange thence
With yellow and worn green cavorts \'neath, whence,
But I mused I\'d love tracing, like t\'avail,
The latter, \'cept \'tis merely photos\' frail
Sweet backdrop for my programs, not life. Hence?
Clouds\' grey I cherished nearly haunts in tour
This Friday, heav\'ns gone to their surly blue
Leaves whisper in of yonder, late astir,
Their fallen in sweet piles as wont. The view
Not to my specs but by mere halves, is\'t poor
To yearn for dreams when war half swears it\'d cue?
27Sep24a
Aka Teddy 15 told me to make a sonnet of either my comment or else her latest post, and here is the attempt. Oddly having privately mused after commenting that I have always hated political pieces, from Wordsworth\'s sonnets to any other, including my own, except they include the beauties of the creation, I can\'t say I succeeded. You?
I Prefer to Love MY Teddies to Death
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMDCCCLXXXVIII)
She drew a steamy bath with wine t\'avail
Chagrin, th\'attempts to give voice in defense
Of pol\'tics for a nation not fr\'intents
Her ain by any stretch, the ether\'d fail
T\'oblige, Merlot a solace where aught bail
Swore she could not vote Donald Trump in thence
Or even Kam\'la Harris, all good sense
From e\'en the bits and bytes naught--which detail?
For Shirley known as Teddy\'s not jist yer
Fine cuppa tea, wrung by great sorrows through
The wastes of time with po\'try as recure;
And pol\'tics late rejecting her, where to?
Put all down on the bits and bytes til her
Case is thus heard. And, Teddy: we love you.
27Sep24b