Who Asked? Tell Them I'm NOT Here

Cheeky Missy



....until Saturday morning. [Up at midnight November 1st for work, and not able to go to sleep until nearly 2100, having titled October 29th's sonnet "I've Lost Track Which Day Tis" who's surprised?]
 
And I Forgot to Switch My Calendars
 
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMCMLI)
 
 
November first is up to specs, t'avail, 
Chill as we knew it best like Winter's sense
Delivers, golden light where naked, dense
Bare trees stand in blue heavn's eye, wrappers trail 
Left on the floor like last night's féte' detail 
Was as expected, and the thought fr'intents 
Of yonder is ham, turkey, gifts pretense 
Tricks out in style, and thinking you own bail. 
Oh, tis a Friday too, where I've as t'were 
Been granted so much to thank Thee for through 
These hours, how could I fail to see, in poor
'Scuse? Robert visits and hangs out like to
Rekindle what once flourished, and leaves fer
All that as if he owns me...is that true?!
 
01Nov24b
 
...with Panera [hazelnut] coffee.
 
Lo, Have Cream Pie for Breakfast?!
 
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMCMLII)
 
 
Frost glitters likeas diamonds in the dense 
Keen silence of black night, where to exhale 
Is white clouds which just hang, suspended, frail
Naught list'ning closely for a voice to fence
The thought of yonder; but none answers hence
'Cept lo, the Scriptures. Lonely walk whose trail
None but one set of headlights 'llumes to scale
Ends wi' a plea to Thee, oh LORD: defense. 
"What is yer life but lo, a breath that'd stir
For half a moment ere tis gone?" We knew
How to lisp off that like the alph'bet, poor
As nevir seeing, oh LORD, how it is true. 
What have we here? What do we do? "In Yer
Light we see light--" Bring us with joy to You.
 
02Nov24a
 
...and him: what shall I do?
 
Balsamic Vinegar and Olive Oil 
 
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMCMLIII)
 
 
Caprese...oh! Fragrant basil with, t'avail 
Fresh mozzyrella and tomato hence
In tango waltzing, how I swoon! Defense
For dreaming lo, all summer, which detail
Could e'er suffice next? None. Aught else derail 
Th'indulgence, yet the time was sweet fr'intents, 
Corn on the cob not too bad, with pie thence
As our dessert; why still in love sans bail?
I was his once; he keeps me still, yet's poor
Cuz wherefore? He dates 'round behind me who
He does not want,  ergo what shall I do?
Brought me Panera coffee for, as t'were 
Old time's sake, wore dark stubble to bestir
Me, ate half of the salad, and seems'd woo.
 
02Nov24b
  • Author: Chic George (Pseudonym) (Online Online)
  • Published: November 6th, 2024 18:36
  • Comment from author about the poem: Okay, so... Ahem. Here's for your hopeful indulgence and enjoyment. Having expressly said he doesn't want me, told his acquaintances (when pressed regarding me) that "she's just a friend," he persists in seeming to own me despite everything to the contrary. Like I said, enjoy. Haha.
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  • sorenbarrett

    I'm against changing the time but I do love tomato, basil, mozzyrella and olive oil, especially with a great wine. Nicely written.

  • Doggerel Dave

    Enjoyed - if mystified, as usual.... but that ain't nothing new , and it ain't just you - so don't feel bad.....🙃

    • Cheeky Missy

      Me is thankful you did enjoy it despite the nature of this particular form to seem esoteric. Thank you so much for your kind comment!

      • Doggerel Dave

        Take it easy... sorry - i mean taking a break?

        • Cheeky Missy

          Taking a break from posting since I've finally found the impetus to do so, no longer driven daily to participate.

        • Tristan Robert Lange

          Excellent sonnets! Well done!!!

          • Cheeky Missy

            Thank you so very much!

          • Neville



            You may be in something of a pickle here Missy but you sure know how to make a fella salivate .. Neville 🙂

            • Cheeky Missy

              Haha, thank you so very, very much, Sir!

            • 2781

              I attempted to read this in time with the music, thought I got it for a moment x.

              • Cheeky Missy

                Thank you so very, very much! I waited until the strains began and couldn't see how to pull off that trick.



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