Cheeky Missy
Is THIS Why They Call Me Crazy?
...on Thursdays we clean house.
[Guess Which Day It Is, HaHa]
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCV)
Were brooms made with but straw\'s detail
Back in the day? I broke those til twas thence
A crew-cut thing and useless. Now we\'ll fence
Our work with plastic, sturdy, curling bail
And feel half guilty that we left the trail
Of good ole things behind for better\'s sense?
The head detaches too, so we\'ve defense
Where needing shorter--should I what? bewail?
But sponges...they still fall apart in tour,
And go to pieces ere I\'m ready to
Grab newer. Dish rags too, go holey, poor
As liking aught, the cleaning aids we knew
Less like ourselves than we\'d desire as t\'were.
LORD, Thou alone\'d endure. We wait on You.
23Jan25b
I Think It Is Called Having Fun
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCVI)
Invite friends oer fer dinner, planning thence
For that nice party; when they cancel, fail
At any other plans since you\'re sans bail,
And dearly lack, erm, sleep. Plan for intents
The next day, quite content with being, and whence?
But how they cancel \'gain. Then which detail?
How neighbors slam doors, yelling, fight. Avail
Just you two of the party like\'s defense,
Within day\'s fading light. Come, is it poor?
The hol\'days gone, I\'ve nary visions to
Trick out the hours, yet happy as it were
To live and be. If restless, what is new?
Erst wont to drown life out with movies, stir
Naught now, and all seems good. LORD, we wait You.
23Jan25c
...at least I fooled someone.
Where Trying To Feign But Fools Myself
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCVII)
Fresh blueb\'rries waiting nigh a week, t\'avail
Us now, at breakfast, dressed up for intents
With powdered sugar, half and half for sense,
Is an indulgence, but tis Friday, bail
Since all the madness ere, til which detail
Could follow on its heels? eggs gently thence
Fried, roasted, chopped potatoes seasoned hence
As bacon and red pepper slices hail.
We\'ll eat our porridge oer the news as twere,
The cal\'ndar page a kitten playing anew
With yarn, til being content does not seem poor.
But ag\'tate me with stupid answers to
Effect undoes complacent joys. Bestir
Thyself and ransom me, LORD. I wait You.
24Jan25a
A jaunty attitude and cracking jokes dissolved when management decided to screw my schedule until I was up past midnight with perpetrators seeing no cause for concern.
What On Earth IS Today, Besides Friday?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCVIII)
Which fine horizons opened out, to thence
Evap\'rate \'fore mine eyes, that naught\'d avail
And I\'m chagrined? What\'s the surprise? The pale
Eye of these Jan\'ry hours as erst wont, whence
Forget that Groundhog Day is closer? Sense
Yields to the pressures of this moment, frail
Before white snow as if all\'s lost. Derail
Facts in the face of cold? That\'s but pretense.
The kitten playing with a yarn ball in tour
Is cute, but life does not arrange its view
To that. What you did not want is as t\'were
Your lot, and also what you subtly knew.
If Barry\'s with pure shortbread\'s grand, tis poor
With wafer cookies. Don\'t ask me what\'s new.
24Jan25b
Just Drive Me Bonkers, Will You?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCIX)
Spring. Who told me what, eh? Behold, avail
You of the morning\'s golden light, full thence
With that dear note just waltzing for intents
All \'round. Hark! sparrows sweetly call \"all hail\"
As if the secret\'s out. If I\'ve ne bail
T\'enjoy, and find me screwed, yet listen hence
And see tis nary jest that aught owns sense
Of hope as life begins to stir, nor\'d fail.
Aida plays to great applause in tour
Whilst Saturday checks off the morning to
Consider what is left til night as t\'were.
Brunch is so late that lunch will be late too,
I guess. T\'will be some time ere violets stir,
Yet now I see it won\'t be long til all \'gain woo.
25Jan25a
...but I [finally!] found the little boxes of conversation hearts while grocery shopping.
Cupid\'s Fast Asleep Methinks
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCX)
Tis Valentines in less than three weeks hence,
I\'ll buckle and wear hearts, red, pink\'s detail,
Though lacking, oddly, any heart t\'avail
Me of the festive joy. The treats fr\'intents
From grade school I sought to enjoy for sense,
Last year were hard to find, now strangely bail
Is all \'round, whence I did buy twain, in frail
Excuse for failing to care this year. Whence?
Buy cinn\'mon jelly hearts with spice as t\'were,
And two wee boxes of the \"talking\" crew
(Erst wont to charm the day when we in poor
\'Scuse dreamed the future would own suitors to
Give sense to Valentines). Sans hope, why stir
Fun in the absence of such? I wait You.
25Jan25b
[The first 5 lines haunted me, composing the sonnet while I was trying to sleep before third shift.]
Oh, Nevermind Me Now
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCXI)
Firs hoarsely whisper of beyond, th\'exhale
Mild as a kitten--tis Favon\'us, sense
Alive with hope in golden hours, as hence
Sweet blossoms are but hours awa\', the pale
Eye of late afternoon with aught detail
Half bursting in sheer joy, til my heart thence
Sings likewise, half awakened for intents,
Though half afraid to trust that life\'d avail.
Snow lingers, yet the ice melts, aught astir
On ev\'ry side \'neath heavns so sweetly blue,
Who can refrain to sing? I\'ll look as t\'were
Eyes shining, knowing what\'s afoot as\'t woo,
And wait blue violets soft return in tour,
As LORD, we likewise wait for You.
25Jan25c