Oh, yeah.
Dispel What In a Trice?
(sonnet #.....M'hm)
Dreams are one thing, and theory too. Detail
The facts tae find yerself pulled up short hence.
Why did I think the new cat towr fr'intents
Was not in pieces in a box?! Avail
Me of it in two hours? Oh, no. Derail
Such hopes and make me drive twice that for sense,
Cuz dunno wherefore. Where is aught defense?
Thou 'lone, oh LORD. Yet why this lengthy trail?
Is Peter far too huge for such things? Were
There any large, half wild cats could think to
Enjoy? These ads show dreams which fade in tour
Before the sturdy facts. Drag box, me too,
Inside, to crash for jist four hours, is't poor?
Be magnified, oh LORD. We wait for You.
02Jul26
Dunno.
All In the Span of How Few Hours?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMM)
Rain in such torrents I rejoice from hence
To hear, as thunder rumbles grandly, hale
In all we cherished. And a puddle's trail
Expands upon the floor, like twas fr'intents
Invited. Ceasefire ere dawn, sparrows thence
Chirp sweetly, as now golden shafts detail
The thought of yonder with such warmth t'avail
What darkest night owned, likeas in defense.
Naught moves with speed, yet where does time fly to
That I've a handful of odd memries fer
Its passage? New cat towr in place as twere,
I've nary time to simply be. We knew
Such joys before the time encrouched. Bestir
Thee, LORD, redeem us. For we wait for You.
03Jul26
Not any.
There Are No Fireworks Now
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMM)
What happened to the dream that seemed t'avail
Last night, and tricked the hours out with a sense
Twas half enchanted? Rain drummed on fr'intents
And filled those early minutes with the trail
To softer days I'd cherished, aught detail
Romanced by that dear voice as if defense
Was mine and I could revel in joys, whence
I had a ball nor knew but dreams for bail.
The vision somehow shattered, I'm as twere
Dropped back into which facts that are now new?
For nothing's really changed. Perspective'd cue
That freighted romp until I'm left tae rue
What 'zactly? Did sweet mem'ries gaily stir
Me til my rosy glasses knew not You?
04Jul26a
...if only.
Yes, Foil Might Now Be Just the Thing
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMM)
I want a hot dog now, its bun what thence
Would be too perfect, doughy, with t'avail
That dog which suits all summer fetes' detail
In style, yet I'd scant time ere werk to fence
Meal planning with good taste, what bit of sense
I owned thus swearing I'll do that in frail
Reply once I get back! a salad's bail
And far less fatt'ning whiles I wait defense.
Dream like there's hope if only plans as twere
Are set in place, and find once back t'won't do.
Perhaps the morrow shall then realize poor
Flights of sheer fancy as a thing late due,
And yield what I desire. Let Ramen stir
A means for slumber. LORD, we wait for You.
04Jul26b
Why, why, WHY?
I Miss My Daddy Now, I Do
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMM)
Of older men and girls that sans avail
Ne'er did grow up, what's left to say? If sense
Is well aware, or feigns to be, come hence.
So count the fireworks going off, the trail
To that old tango lade with mists' detail;
Drive in such mirky naught I could fear thence,
But am too fraught to think of asking whence,
As if such games are children's play sans bail.
How ev'ry convo's loaded til I do
Not know what's happ'ning, though that is too poor.
Potato chips and seltzer, cake like to
Assure us that the last night's party'd cure
All ills, and I've been romanced as it were
On all sides til, oh LORD, how I need You.
05Jul26a
...the sun is shining, so I'll have a headache, nor can sleep.
I Hardly Had Caffeine, Yet I Maunt Sleep
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMM)
Mourn that the rain is gone, storms leaving thence
Debris within their wake as May's detail
Of leafy branches lie upon the trail,
Streets littered by the hope of shade as hence
Tis all foresworn in summer rains, defense
The wealth of water which cracked earth sought bail
For, and the solace of its footfalls, hale
In all I cherished Friday night for sense.
As Sunday morning mulls its essence, tour
The art'cles offered to Baroque strains' cue,
Til now I'm leery of that method fer
Is't saving lives?! Cuz CPR won't do:
It breaks ribs, nor saves lives. If we bestir
Goodbye, the tryst I'd not have yields up too.
05Jul26b
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