Sonnet 60 – We Commence a Hearty Babble

Sonnet 60 – We Commence a Hearty Babble

Wandering weirdly through the world, I stop

And damned if all my ducks ain’t in a row

I never wanted to be Mom and Pop

And I’ve never worn my hair in a bow

Sweetheart, you think you’re sick of some people

I just tossed my three best friends in the trash

(And left myself with the one rhyme: steeple)

So now I prepare the trip to Seattle

Hoping that I have the strength to do this

Letting an airline treat me like cattle

The poster child for this fucking MS

Bid me adieu till the 9^th of July

I’m sure that you’ll find a way to get by

Sonnet 59 – Prithee, My Love--You’re Nuts

Sonnet 59 – Prithee, My Love--You’re Nuts

Love means never having to say “You’re nuts”

And that is where I ended ev’ry time

I’d like to meet a man who had some guts

(At last, I have a word that rhymes with rhyme)

But those men who can make relationships

Have successfully committed for life

Alas, the rest are egocentric drips

Who want a brainless body for a wife

I think I took too long to get this straight

And wasted precious time on hopeless cases

I believe it’s better never than late

These legs are only good for watching races

I only have the time to be a friend

And share a few wry laughs before the end

Brief Encounters

1

Men use love to get sex

And women sex to love

But all are short changed

2

So you think that having a dick

Is something rare and wonderful

Tada!

And you have made a woman come

Oh, good for you, my Sweetie Pie

Bravo!

I invented the vagina

And I gave out the first blow job

Whoopee!

So, if all that matters is sex

One question nibbles at my mind

Why are we still alone?

Sonnet 58 – No One Here Gets Out Alive

Sonnet 58 – No One Here Gets Out Alive

I feel the cold breath of Death on my neck

Sped along by the Multiple Sclerosis

I’m no longer playing with a full deck

And everyone who knows me knows this

Time to stop dreaming of new adventure

To mop the kitchen floor and scrub the can

If only I could act firmly when sure

And control the bull of needing a man

But I do take a joy in finding rhymes

With more challenging words than in Will’s day

And rebelling in Occupying times

Old age is fun if the bills you can pay

Thought of line one while driving up the hill

The rest of this sonnet I soon did fill

Sonnet 57 – Curling Up With My Portfolio

Sonnet 57 – Curling Up With My Portfolio

Oh, Baby, Baby, oh Baby, Baby

Of all the gin damn joints in all the world

There isn’t even a chance of maybe

All of my fast balls and sliders were hurled

I got nothing left in my bag of tricks

Which was almost empty to begin with

I’ve never been one of the first draft picks

And loving a broad for her mind is myth

I don’t believe the inspiring memes

Most of my sisters are better than me

And rule in spike heels and nylons with seams

And are younger and prettier to see

I failed as a playwright and as a wife

But at least I have a Bozo-free life

A Little Free Verse To Prove I'm Alive

Dollars and scents
I want the real
To hear live voices
A hand in mine
The taste of food
Living choices
Pretty pictures
And rhyming words
Are not enough
Make reality
Define your day
Let it be tough
Experience
The shining sun
And breathe real air
Now pardon me
While I escape
From out this chair

Sonnet 56 – Fly Away

Sonnet 56 – Fly Away

The morass of fantasies and daydreams

Holds the souls of our living, breathing friends

Whom we fain try to squeeze into our schemes

To feed our own selfish and silly ends.

Too much was lost in bad translation

And noisy fights and false accusation

Almost destroyed our communication

Being separated by a nation.

But now, I pray to share your joy and trust

Reminded I am both friend and sister

How good to watch you grow and shake the rust

Few are as strong and good as you, Mister.

Now must I let my Eagle fly away

And find a mate to soar with him...HOORAY!