..for hours, I guess, kind friend.
He Quipped "Do You Ever Go Home?!"
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMDCCCLXXVI)
The buttermilk I'd sought for that detail
Of aebleskivers now on sale, ah whence?
They're long gone. What's the point? Bought it fr'intents
To find the funky pancakes will, to scale,
Suffice in lieu of those plans, til I fail
On all counts, is't? I'm ne'er good 'nough, a sense
I canna pin down 'spite all, cheeky hence
As erst wont, draws me forward like there's bail.
He said it is a "girl thing," which as t'were
Despite all odds, believes that "we can do
This, yes we can!" and he likes that in her.
In me? I'm just their sister; yet tis true.
And t'other drives me bonkers. LORD, bestir
Us to be faithful in all, and see You.
21Sep24a
I Guess I'm Drowning, Likeas Wont
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMDCCCLXXVII)
No yellow jackets to harass me, hence
Why'd I ne app'tite Friday to avail
Me of the food I'd packed, which, sans aught bail,
Lo, made me late to werk? Shall grief be thence
The culprit for such ills? I have defense.
My bank account does not where that detail
Of scams is't? and caprice cause me to fail,
Mine en'mies stronger than me til, LORD, whence?
How yellow egg yolk spilled all oer in poor
Excuse on Wens'day whilst I ate, late too
In my container thanks to skipping fer
The day much food 'cept salad, crackers to
Effect on Friday. What's my problem? Were
There hope, tis only Thee. LORD, I need You.
21Sep24b
What Can I Say?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMDCCCLXXVIII)
These are the hours I've sought likeas t'avail
My soul, rain's voice, in falling softly, dense
With freighted import as faint breezes hence
Waft fragile chill akin t'a mother's frail
Yet cool touch on the fevered brow, th'exhale
Lade wi' sweet calm none breaks whilst sparrows thence
Chirp gaily at brief intervals for sense,
Grey, mournful light as pensive as I'd hail.
They swear I do not "have a life" in tour
Because I'd rather nestle here, where through
The hours those pitter-patter footfalls stir
Me as lo, yonder beckons. Ere I knew
What t'was I'd hearken to its subtle, pure
Call, if oh LORD my God, I might hear You.
22Sep24
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Chic George (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: a)[Two of my six brothers agreed and stopped by to visit me late July, staying only two months, when I wanted forever again. Guess I'm still getting over that pleasure ending. L2-4: if you never DID learn how on earth to make that simple treat called waffles, don't let any recipes fool you--you just do NOT know how to pull off the trick. I forced the waffle batter into weird pancakes] b)Okay, you'll never know simply because I leave no trail as I write in pencil, eraser handy. To top it off, I will advise who will hear: you present your intentions, and yield to the thought which follows. This sonnet never did say what I originally desired. c)Okay. So, there you have it. I allus loved those Autumnal catalog images of lonely girls at tables in cafes, looking out on rainy fall days, pensively alone. Apologies, when I first thought to post these three they appeared so lovely, but I was editing sonnet b so much it was discouraging. Ergo, enjoy, if you can.
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Awesome
Aww, you're too kind. Thank you very much!
You're welcome
lol now you are just showing off, kudos love this music too puts a kick in my step on this Tuesday morning. 🌹
Why thank you so VERY much sweet Teddy! Yep, that piece of music was from my late father's influence which lends sense to the modern madness.
After that, Happy 13th Anniversary! I hope you two are enjoying the day. Many Happy Returns o f the Day! Love you! As for your assessment, you'll have to see how you influenced the title of today's sonnet. Thank you again!
❤️
Some fine pieces. Love the tone of your writing.
You're too kind! Thank you so very much!
I remember Alice's restaraunt nice play off this sonnet. Well done
Superb.
Thank you so very much!
A way to wake up early in the morning. My first batches were usually thrown away. Frustrating sometimes. Looking out the window is calming. Thanks for this.
Aww, you're too kind. Thank you very much!
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