Aha! Methinks I Spy A Chicken Clearly WITHOUT Its Head

Cheeky Missy



Guess it WAS. [If only ye could see my handwritten sonnets, ye'd know how little light I was scribbling in when I feebly began trying to pen this stanza, sick with lack of dear sleep.]
 
I Can't Believe It's Friday 
 
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMCMLXXXI)
 
 
Light steals upon the depths of night t'avail 
Ere aught know what's afoot--black depths from hence
Turned grey as lights grow dim, no dawn fr'intents;
And I'm too tired, half sick with lack of bail--
Is't sheer fatigue? Drag me back home,  too frail
From three nights now of third shift and a sense
I'll never make it on no sleep, defense
Thee 'lone, oh LORD, whilst I love each detail. 
These hours have been my niche for ages, were
There aught excuse lo, I was born unto 
My parents this month. Oh, if only poor 
Me could jist make it home, is't catnap few 
Hours til I must go back to werk? Bestir 
Hope in Thee, LORD, oh let me wait on You. 
 
15Nov24
 
... finally. Guess I truly did, unfettered by alarms since I'd off, finally, until noon tomorrow. But not the true sleep until after dark. 
 
Alas, I'll Sleep Today Off
 
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMCMLXXXII)
 
 
It is November. Region clouds whose dense 
Grey no shafts pierce own that age-old detail 
The changing of guards is't? As light'd prevail 
In lieu of dawn, this mournful cast fr'intents 
Too perfect, naked trees by scores from hence
Left standing, yellow burnt to or'nge t'avail 
With deep maroons yet winking likeas frail
Hopes where I'm feigning no sleep's but pretense. 
Tis Saturday, I guess. Though I've as t'were 
Lived all week for this fragile chance to do 
What, eh? I can't believe it's true. Is't poor?
Were my plans sketched? Or how shall I review 
Aught when I'm ill for lack of sleep? Bestir 
Thyself and save me, LORD. All, all of You.
 
16Nov24
 
Only 10 days...
 
Is't Cuz I'm Turning Fifty in Ten Days?!
 
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMCMLXXXIII)
 
 
What happened ere this point? Where's aught detail
Flown on the wings of speedy Time, that hence
How less than two weeks stare us down, pretense 
The trickster swearing off the twinkling tale
Of hours before this moment?! Come, avail
Us of what 'zactly now we've lost fr'intents 
November to the dogs? Where is defense?
Thou, LORD, alone art all, our only bail. 
A year 'go now I'd sich dreams, I'd bestir
Me troubles which still haunt me now. Oh rue
My follies, yes. But how recover?! Poor
As saying I shall, it's been a year. I threw
Off caution in the name of who knows, fer
A year that swears I am a loser. You?
 
17Nov24a
 
Ahem. 
 
Off-Kilter But Wants Scarlet, Eh?
 
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMCMLXXXIV)
 
 
Lo, scarlet bushes answer for what thence?
That note within my veins which swore t'avail 
Me of yes, black-tinged red was that detail
I need. But when? I'm allus working. Hence
With but spare minutes, come, have I defense?
Is't why the crimson dress winked at me (frail 
As aught 'scuse) when I felt so late sans bail
In getting back to werk? Now I know whence?
These faceless heav'ns lost to grey naught as t'were 
Offset by subtler red look as we knew
They should. And wherefore half confused in tour?
My little world's been churning sideways to
Yes, upside-down these past ten months. Bestir 
A vision of beyond?! Oh LORD, tis only You.
 
17Nov24b
  • Author: Chic George (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 17th, 2024 16:07
  • Comment from author about the poem: Haha, there's no excuse for me, but after a bit of an absence thanks to work turning everything upside down and leaving me scant opportunity to but work, and etc, hope you can enjoy these. Either way, have a wonderful day!
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  • sorenbarrett

    I have felt the first one regarding work before and it is a gray day indeed when this feeling falls. Another fun read

  • Doggerel Dave

    My antennae really popped up when the topic of sleep came into view. I get it when luckiest six and two, or could be five, or three two hour dozes all in 24 hours.

    How you do all those sonnets and have time for sleep, I have no idea, Missy.

    • Cheeky Missy

      Haha. I begin with a line or two, promising myself to finish when I've more sense in hand by memories of the passing hours which suit each beginning. I learned to do that years ago since promising ideas and lines come at odd times. Thank you so very much for your kind comment.

      • Doggerel Dave

        I think you\'ve got something there (I try to get it all sorted in my head first - at least the basics) I might give it a go.

      • Tristan Robert Lange

        Totally enjoyed. Thank you for sharing! 🙏

      • Neville


        I think you are pretty amazing Missy .. you must surely be the most prolific sonneteer on the planet, no wonder you are sleep deprived young lady .. Indeed, Mistress Sonnet shall henceforth be your new moniker .. How your words trip off the tongue like the joyous sound of some musical instrument .. Ahh, MS
        I mean like a harp or a cello and not a harmonica gadzooks .. and so fast, like a tumbling stream .. I suspect your golden nibs must often be molten .. Neville

        • Cheeky Missy

          Prolly are in some fantastical reality. Thank you so very much, good Sir, for your kind approbation and teasing compliments.

        • Tom Dylan

          Some fine pieces there, as always, Missy.

          • Cheeky Missy

            Thank you so very much, Tom.

          • NafisaSB

            wow- amazing.. if any lines pop in my head i just scribble them, and finish them of the following day or whenever if find time, or if and when the muse strikes again. but you are surely a truly prolific writer if all this was written all because you couldn't sleep..wishing you good sleep and rest, and more poems during the day for i am sure they will be as good

            • Cheeky Missy

              I'm uncertain what lead you astray into imagining the writer sleep-deprived for foolishly scribbling stanzas, but that is far from the case in hand. Rather, it's an example of crazily sonneteering DESPITE the lack of sleep from an insane schedule and long hours on the job. Thank you for reading and leaving a kindly footprint and commentary.



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