[There are NO notes over THIS, ergo I've not much better a guess than you, dear reader.]
Lo, After Nightmares and 'Spite Crippling Pain
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMCDXCII)
Pink mingled with soft peach, 'non sifting thence
Through fast-closed blinds 'til thunder's rumbling hail
Demur, yields up to rain whose sweet detail
And tender solace to my soul beg whence,
Whileas it draws me from beyond the sense
Of now to is't etern'ty? as't avail.
Oh give me Thy peace, LORD, to rule, the veil
Twixt now and Thee thin, oh Thou my defense.
How Autumn's yellow leaves half wink in tour
To me across the rolling valley through
These half-oped blinds, 'non whisp'ring Death astir
Now tis the last week of September, blue
Heav'ns seeming faded, til joy waxes poor,
Or else, with glitt'ring eyes haunts all, as't woo.
25Sep23
I don't know how to excuse this, it's just...what is?
One Year 'Go I Was Just As Mis'rable
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMDCCCLXXXIV)
What is September that I'm screwed sans bail
Each year is it? Wherefore?! Have I defense?
How sunny blue heav'ns warmly bathe these hence
Foresworn green vistas of last season, frail
Chill why folk now wear hoodies as leaves trail
Our paths to yonder with a haunting sense
The game's nigh over ere we thought pretense
Was real. Red winks covertly, like t'avail.
What gives, that smiles fade ere I've worn as t'were
Their cheery theme five seconds? what weighs through
Long hours upon me til I canna stir
Aught joy, 'cept it is poor? Watch others do
Up pizza parties, laughing. Nor demure
Nor happy, what am I to know is true?
25Sep24
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 25th, 2024 10:50
- Comment from author about the poem: (Sometimes, for lack of inspiration, I've been revisiting my work from a year ago to see whether or not it has clues.)
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Good writes CM. I dig out some older poems at times, not yet posted on here.
Ah, ya. Might as well, especially since they're not yet posted here. Thank you so very much!
Your second one speaks volumes to me, absolutely amazing language and sometimes what is on the outside is so very different from that in which is on the inside, yet I feel your smile. 🌹 Exquisite poetry.
Aww, you're too sweet, dear Teddy. There is definitely a difference in the voice between the twain. It's curious. I keep trying in vain to muster a bouyancy which eludes me at every turn until I'm beginning to wonder whether I'm wrong to chase it. Thank you for your perceptive response and sweetness.
Beautiful song and poem. Great work.
Thank you so very much, Sir!
Well written. Strong work.
Thank you very much, Sir!
Most interesting have not dug out any old poems for a long long time. May have to think about that more.
Virtually all of my poems are old, some very old. This one of yours stands the test of time. Well done.
Aww, thank you so very, very much, Sir. Some of mine are old, I having dabbled in this genre since grade school. However, I didn't discover my niche was sonnets until a year-long sonneteering challenge showed me that in my mid thirties. Thank you again so very much.
Again, just love the tone and the words you use. Just brilliant.
Aww, you're too kind! Thank you so very much!!!
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