I Swear They Called It Saturday, AND, Go Say I'm Eighty: I'll Swear It's True

Cheeky Missy



[again].

I Swear They Called It Saturday
(sonnet # MMMMMMMMDCCCXXIX)

Rain waltzes in and out, the skies t'avail

Likeas dear Autumn's wont, a painting hence

For art to cherish, ah, if only thence

The field weren't so debauched that each detail

Erst loved was not a trifle lacking bail

'Cept e'il could triumph therein.  Sparrows fence

The golden warmth which shadows laze in dense

With naught, by cheery cries in sweet all hail.

What of the nightmares ere I rose?  They were

Half true, was that? Washed last night's dishes, to

Craft omelets, pancakes, bacon, like the tour

Of minutes could suffice, and oh! I knew

Time was half short, but wherefore was't sae poor?

Oh LORD, redeem me now.  I wait on You.
17Aug24a


...if only it means I kin die.
Go Say I'm Eighty; I'll Swear Tis True
(sonnet # MMMMMMMMDCCCXXXI)

I'm sipping Dove hot cocoa, wishing hence,

Until it makes me sick, for that detail

Called "yesterday."  I see it like t'avail

But from afar, the vision culled fr'intents

Frae, yes, MY lines on that day, til I thence

Am ill with futile longing.  Oh!  I fail.

For Daddy's long gone home with Christ, the trail

To yonder lit, but out of sight. Come, whence?

Oh me! Why does the time hang heavy? Were

There reason to continue here, what to

Effect is that?  My life is oer.  This tour

Of duty is a farce. I never knew

It'd be so false and ver'ly hollow. Stir

Hope in the LORD, yet what here?? I need You.
17Aug24b

  • Author: Chic George (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 27th, 2024 16:31
  • Comment from author about the poem: Had to pull 2nd shift, and I swore that some user here leaving a chance comment on one of my pieces provoked me finally to reopen this site I usually leave to rot since the world we knew 14 years ago vaporized, visiting annually and then forgetting. Blaming him for the second sonnet, I still like it way too much. I've just refrained from posting lest any have the wrong idea. But you can see my later work since that night.
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  • Thad Wilk

    WOW! 😮
    Powerful penning,
    deep, dark and poignant! 😢
    Very evocative and
    skillfully expressed poetess!
    👉 Rock on!! 👈
    Best wishes 🍀 🌹. Thad

    • Cheeky Missy

      Thank you muchly, Sir!

    • sorenbarrett

      The dialect in these poems, give them a sense of character that goes beyond the common. From beginning to end they flow like a flowing stream.



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