Cheeky Missy

Between NO Coffee, Tangents, Perfection, and Oh Yeah

...tomorrow, since failing to drink or pack joe today.

Guess I\'ll Finish the Coffee

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCCLIX)

The bushes\' new growth lively green t\'avail,

These low\'ring region clouds whose rain is thence

A ghost which lingers for good taste or sense

Set off to cheerful shades as morning\'s pale

Eye watches calmly our mad haste, the veil

Of mists half haunts in teasing fashion hence,

And roast potatoes ne\'er did taste fr\'intents

As yummy as they do now, \'long the trail.

Leaves flutter like the flag oerhead in tour,

May\'s sense of life renewed so green, grey too

Does not feel quite so bad as erst, as\'t cure

Aught vision by sheer hope. Thy mercies new,

LORD, every morning are our mainstay; were

There else, we wait as all on only You.

05May25a

Okay?

Call This a Tangent, Will You?

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCCLX)

From books to read or else exchange, to thence

A cond\'ment bar, the face of Starbucks\'d hail

Is that a better era? Aught detail

\'Most subtly altered til I cherish hence

Aught feature more than ever, with a sense

Of all that artists loved likeas to scale,

What\'s left to add? Wish I could hang t\'avail

Out in there longer, now it owns defense.

Me ain apartment nigh, why bother fer

All that, since what I have shall ver\'ly do?

My laptop feigning death, all hope seems poor

In that respect, whence I shall dream anew.

T\'was Daddy used to to take me there in tour,

Sans whom, oh LORD, what\'s left? I\'ll wait for You.

05May25b

you know?

Ah, What Could Be More Perfect, Eh?

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCCLXI)

The card\'nals teased til robins scolded, frail

As smiling to whose songs of courtship thence?

And if today resolves to own a sense

Of mournful grey, I\'d nestle here t\'avail

My soul, where green looks richer nor aught fail

Within the dawn of Summer, rain from hence

A dainty note and fragile, like pretense,

Thy mercies, LORD, in every last detail.

How yesterday seemed dark with woe as t\'were,

The weekend like a saga I ne\'er knew

Could haunt likeas it did, ill hounding poor

Hopes of a better day til I\'d yield to

Its hand and beg for mercies, nor bestir

Me til the morrow. LORD, I would praise You.

05May25c

Sh, don\'t even think it.

Alas, Tis Never Say Never Is\'t?

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCCLXII)

That rainy pall hangs oer the thought of whence,

My niece and boyfriend quite the pair, oh they\'ll

Be perfect if they tie the knot. When had I bail?

Or did I never? I ask too much from hence?

By this late hope\'s foresworn, ne suitor thence

But used or else used, yes, by that detail

Of widowed or divorced, nor bach\'lors hale

Enough til romance is the light fr\'intents.

If I\'d bewailed the waste of time as t\'were

This morning, traffic halts me sans aught cue,

Til we waste one hour just five minutes fer

All that, from home. It profits naught tae stew,

Yet oh! I canna help me. Call it poor,

But, LORD, wherefore?! Redeem me now, won\'t You?

05May25d