*to top it off, then the cleaning guy mentions the bathroom floor--like, what IS today???!
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMDCCCL)
A thousand lines* on poop, and that detail
Of cheese gone south, sharp cheddar warmed: keen scents
Familyar frae the toilet haunt til hence,
Besieged on all sides, whither shall the trail
Wend; or where find relief? Could I avail
Me, cherry turnoers would quite do for sense,
Or what, now I'm stuck on the clock? Defense
As wont is dreams?! Don't let hot cocoa fail.
I'll use my Starbucks mug and be demure,
If only that might fix, or else undo
The nast'yer hints that I deplore as poor.
What mem'ries close to home his lines would cue!
By waxing erm, poetic? Is that true?!
03Sep24a
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMDCCCLI)
Of "social media" and its ills fr'intents
Enough's been said [work interrupting], frail
As aught excuse, the fun of sharing they'll
Assure you is quite real 'cept yer from whence?!
Or are a loser, simply put. Go fence
Your time with photos yer kind like; detail
The life you lead with whom align their trail
With yours and stoke, if you must, vain pretense.
How Autumn's blue heavns smile sans blot in pure
Calm as the traffic speeds half craz'ly through.
What am I seeking that I'm flound'ring? Stir
A better outlook where? Did faeries woo
With fields whose flowrs I swooned oer weren't but poor?
Oh LORD, restore my soul. I wait for You.
03Sep24b
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMDCCCLII)
My head was in the clouds, feet sans aught bail
Still on this earth, and I've been where the sense
Of sweeter never had a name to fence
The vision I have lost, whose last detail
Half lingers on my tongue likeas t'avail
Me, yet I've not had any choc'late. Whence?
Lo, yesteryear renewed its lease, pretense
What tricked me for a spell, til I bewail.
Oh me! I scribbled those vignettes in tour
To give a taste of that elixir you
Maunt savour but by dreams, wherein we'll stir
What shall, forsooth, make souls 'non swoon. I knew
They'd ne'er pin down all that was true. Was't poor?
How shall I walk, since left behind? To You.
03Sep24c
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Old style, indeed, both in form and in wording. Nicely done
Powerful work.
Thank you so very much, Sir.
Love the style of this. Really well done.
Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!
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