Cheeky Missy
The Inherent Beauty of Sheer Confusion Is It?
I guess t\'was recommended, seriously.
Oh Me! Never Think, or Else?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCDLXII)
Tis Father\'s Day. The dove\'s call \'neath aught hence
Half woos my soul as from afar, th\'all hail
Likeas from Thee, oh LORD? While plovers trail
Across the happy crew of voices dense
With Summer\'s fav\'rite songs at dawn, pink thence
A fading blush behind tree clusters\' green detail
In silent watch, oh let me be, t\'avail
Me of what waltzes for brief minutes. Whence?
How morning breaks in glorious fashion, pure
Light washing aught likeas t\'would clean the view.
I meant to write of Barry\'s sweet recure,
Safe in the hushed calm of this waking cue,
Yet such is not to be. Old salad fer
My hunger, LORD, have mercy: save me too.
15Jun25a
You know?
Confusion Was Sometimes Called Pretty
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCDLXIII)
Oh LORD, I thought a thousand things, t\'avail
Me of sweet joys, yet not these which from hence
Would woo. Of shadows stretching in suspense,
Yet shrinking too, across mowed lawns whose frail
Green vies with yellow; blue skies clouds half veil
In Summer\'s fashion, songs that lilt fr\'intents
From ev\'ry nook and corner, calm more dense
Than weekdays, and the peace which oft seems bail.
I canna find that twinkling spark as t\'were
Of bubbly joys, the dashed intents I knew
As plans, late wreckt, still haunt me. What is poor?
Is\'t that I want to dream, yet faint now too
Upon the threshold of beyond? Bestir
In me to see Thy face, LORD. I wait You.
15Jun25b
Forsooth.
\"Your Father Knows...\" Thou Dost
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCDLXIV)
Steam wafts to heavn in morning\'s eye, dimmed thence
By blinds, the long awaited pleasure hale
In all its joys and mine t\'indulge, t\'avail
More sweet now twas foresworn, and like defense,
As for brief moments all\'s left now fr\'intents
Behind as ghostly whiffs ascend. Detail
What else in this dear minute of sheer frail
Pure calm? where talks subdued in is\'t suspense?
Is\'t Tigger or else Peter who tries as t\'were
The shortbread out? A couple bites will do,
Eh? And should I keep up this trend in tour--
Unsalted butter for the same? Ah, who
Knows, truly? Nor shall sleep at all demur
Despite dear Barry\'s. LORD, how I\'d praise You.
15Jun25c
...foresworn? Not really.
Come, Come, Are They Both
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCDLXV)
He sez that Tigger played with him t\'avail
AND PURRED, but he thinks growling is from thence
The same, despite my protests. Her claws hence
And teeth quite sharp, have I at all um, bail?
We\'d kittens by the boatload when, in frail
Reply, he was our baby too fr\'intents.
Now we\'re adults, he is a man, defense
In which regard is what? Oh! which detail?
So guess she likes him and shall purr in tour
In playing, whilst I\'m too distant. I ne\'er knew,
Except I did, by half....work, as it were
Lo, my excuse, must this still be what\'s true?
Oh LORD, is this Thy will? Oh, now bestir
In me to sing Thy praise and to see You.
15Jun25d