Cheeky Missy

Once Upon an Evening in July

I mean it.

Don\'t Look At Me Like That

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDXXXIV)

I wanted pancakes on the weekend, whence

What, now I\'ve half a chance? with bread t\'avail

French toast? But oh! Don\'t we need porridge? Frail

As dreams of grandeur, burn the same sans sense

Cuz I\'d hang out online, check email thence

And look up how \'gain to craft shortbread, bail

For Barry\'s after weeks now, that detail

What I\'d forgot til\'s warm and chewy hence.

He won\'t let them steal from our bowls as twere,

Yet feeds first Peter, and then Tigger too

All, all of his yes, yoghurt like\'s not poor,

E\'en tells me how to give them mine, like\'s due,

But I\'ll enjoy mine by myself in tour,

Cuz dunno why. LORD, save us now, won\'t You?

14Jul25a

You tell me.

Is\'t Truly Once Upon An Evening in July?

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDXXXV)

Cicadas buzz as ev\'ry Summer, hale

In that obnoxious note which augurs thence

Sheer boredom (or at least when I fr\'intents

Was but a child) green lawns half tired and frail

Likeas July thus ever knew sans bail,

Skies nearly pure and very blue from hence

As traffic speeds along without a sense

Of yonder, in that none know Whom\'d avail.

I look beyond the highway to as twere

The fields, their sheer expanse what\'d ever woo,

Dreams of the countryside my parents\' cure

For all they\'d known, and mine, my brothers\' too,

Til, how the very glimpse begins to stir

Such visions, as, oh LORD, how we wait You.

14Jul25b

*sigh*

It\'s Like a HaHa, Really

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDXXXIX)

Watch shadows stretch their lengths across the hale

Light of which hour? sans any voice to fence

The sight with words, see how grey swallows hence

Aught that we seem to know, til each detail,

Cloaked in the ghost of night, nigh waxes pale,

The haunting late concern of missing whence

One person, what plays with our minds fr\'intents

Til nightfall closes up (in darkness) bail.

Tis only then the question is in tour

Resolved: I\'ll not get to go home today, but do

That work until tomorrow, like as twere

I\'ve often wished, yet watched the others through

Whatever chance be forced to do. Bestir

That now myself. How funny. All of You.

14Jul25d

I can\'t believe what happened....

Three Poetesses In a Tete-a-Tete?!

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDXXXVI)

How do the sweetest chances happen? Whence

Was\'t that we three would bond oer that detail

Called po\'try?! Each girl thus a po\'tess, hail

None with the secret til I chance from thence

To ask, \"what do you write?\" Show mine fr\'intents

And then another\'d pull up hers t\'avail

Online, til, what is this?! Who knew we\'d bail

And common ground likeas in sheer defense?!

This, THIS is what I\'m looking for as twere:

Not in the limelight, nor on shelves but few

Look oer, no. Face to face, at work in tour,

Or on the street, our neighbors who write too

Yet canna say, now op\'ning up cuz fer

All that, we\'ve common ground. LORD, all\'s of You.

14Jul25c