Cheeky Missy
Hello Again, It\'s Me
...run me over, but it will not kill me. Alas.
...I Can\'t Keep Up; The Train Shall--
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMDCCLXXXIX)
Filled doughnut Thursday, pack of cookies thence
\"For coffee,\" and a boatload too, for bail
Of little snacks, how Friday seems in pale
Excuse so dull by contrast, wanting hence
We know not what, or searching out pretense
(Which smirks and preens itself) til which detail
Should we list next? I\'d dreams for yonder\'s tale
Ere now, and flounder, asking for defense.
Work keeps me trotting til my head spins, poor
As being not fit to keep up with what to
Effect\'s a hamster treadmill: I\'m in tour
A common rodent now?! Ye shall not view
Me thus! Oh LORD, redeem me. Come, bestir
Thy tender mercies, for I wait on You.
12Jul24b
....ya?
Dear Thursday, What\'s My Problem?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMCMI)
Ne words ere dawn, nor even where suspense
Drives me with fears in tow oer breakfast\'s tale
Left untouched, ghastly stories of the trail
To frightful things the famous knew, til whence?
The owl so sweetly hooted as I thence
Walked those twa blocks to my garage, th\'all hail
A precious note in black night\'s void, t\'avail
My soul was\'t? Likeas somehow in defense?
But on the clock thus after, why in poor
\'Scuse have no words to scribble like ne cue
Could breathe? Fly in the amber, caught in tour
And left in sheer suspense forever, to
Be mulled akin to now? Or living\'d cure
The dream of words? Oh LORD, let me seek You.
03Oct24
Okay.
Say, What\'dya Know? and Leave It at That
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMCMII)
Roll \"third shift\" \'cross yer tongue where that detail
Of lo, the wee hours is passé, like thence
What, \'zactly? Say \"Good Morning!\" With a sense
That\'s what it is, and brightly too, wish bail
On all you meet for whate\'er weekend\' hail
Beyond today, yet oh! the black night\'s dense
Void seems t\'evince naught, as our rad\'os hence
Likewise, \'spite the announcement. What\'d avail?
Rain lightly trips along sans voice to stir
The darkness \'cept the train in passing through;
I\'m hungry, so try porridge like as t\'were
T\'will do, as Offn\'bach\'s Hoffman circles too
Oer and again in my poor noggin. Pure
Grey lights illume...for dawn. LORD, I need You.
04Oct24