Tis hereditary, I assure ye; the only question is whether the series of strokes which very nearly took Mum 8 years too early were from the aspirin she took for hers whereas she trained me to avoid drugs of any sort except Daddy taught me to love black tea and coffee.
So, Tis December and My Head Hurts
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMX)
Frost twinkles in morn's golden eye, a sense
Of hope awak'ning in that keen detail,
Where soft blue heavns sport white fluffs gone on sail
Without a care, if only. How from hence
A headache nags like tis passé as thence
Is't true?! I drank a bunch of coffee, frail
As rarely drinking joe, like that'd avail,
Yet nothing seems to own, is it defense?
My colleague has twa plastic cups in tour
Frae Starbucks, so I tell him of stars to
Be gained in rather using your ain fer
Aught drink; tell him of "red cup day" next too,
Til by the time we'd part he'd quite concur.
Night watches as I leave. LORD, I need You.
03Dec24
Meow?
Is't Cat and Dog, or What?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMXII)
Come 'gain?! How Robert would surprise me, whence?
We hang out and he tells me in betrayl
Of his most recent girlfriend, whose detail
Yes, of divorce, at last comes out for sense;
And I'm disgusted with her rudeness, thence
To laugh, yet lo, remind him I'd ne'er hail
Him thus: she's like a Hallmark lover, frail
As lying and using him, like she'd defense.
Then off to bed with me cuz third shift's tour
Of duty needs more rest, so that will do.
He teases that he'll marry me, but's poor.
I know now we're just friends. Naught else is true.
Did she know of me? YES. But, what? For her
He bent oer backwards. Not my style. None woo.
04Dec24b
When you want to put the name of the weekday in the title and make a stab at being.... inventive?!
Kin I Remember Friday Was My Man?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMXV)
Sweet golden hours whose amb'ance seems t'avail
Us now this hectic week is closing, whence
We've laughter 'stead of anger, like defense,
Till shadows 'gin to stretch their lengths, the pale
Eye of late afternoon with aught detail
Askew, until we're scrambling as pretense
Winks in the thought of twilight where the sense
Of yonder is confused and asking bail.
As ev'ning 'gins to haunt these blue heavns' pure
Note, calm 'most 'ppears to be the rule--is't true?
And why's my foot stuck in my mouth as t'were
Again? I woke confused; thought tomorrow to
Effect was here; looked up my schedule, poor
Though being bewildered. Oh LORD, I need You.
06Dec24a
Her gift delivered late morning ere I was off, to go straight to the grocery store would have made me too late to retrieve it until Monday, which she thought unwise, so I had a lot of driving to do...where gas is too expensive.
Which Part Is Handy 'Gain?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMVIII)
Race home just after nightfall, changing thence
From work clothes to me ain for that detail
Called groc'ry shopping, Starbucks to avail
Tomorrow, snapping photos of that, thence
For posting online, shy barista hence
Half hiding from the cam'ra, on the trail
To who cares what, my list and hopes for bail,
How friendly others were, like in defense!
The Xmas gift from Cynthia stowed in tour,
Our fridge holds all, despite the fear twas too
Much, as we've dinner late; tree lit as t'were
For flavour, how the pie* is now quite through
As our dessert, where how the morrow fer
All that seems'd come too soon. LORD, I need You.
06Dec24b
*Bavarian Cream Pie Day is/ was November 27th [my birthday].
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: So, ahem. There's nothing left to add, methinks. Enjoy?! We hope ye do enjoy the indulgence. [Frankly, rereading these, the driving cause was that first sonnet, which, believe it or not, I thought a hilarious exposé of...yours truly. If none agrees, that's fine too. Just saying.]
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Comments7
What with having your foot (foot?) in your mouth whilst helping Robert out when hanging out in Starbucks and many other sundry activities, you've left me exhausted (in a good way!) and very slightly confused, Missy. Thankful you have the energy to provide me with these diversion(s).....😊
You're welcome, Sir. Thank you for leaving an amusing comment.
Madam, at your service.....
Wonderful Missy! I thoroughly look forward to your Sonnets. I swear you are the Charles Wesley of sonnets! Love them my friend! ❤️🙏
Aww, thank you very much!
You are welcome, my friend!
Giving a most intriguing interest to your poems is the combination of modern experience and old style language that contrast with each other. So fun to read.
You really are the Mistress of this particular genre Missy .. always entertaining & impossible to pre-empt .. I am so glad we are on the same side sister .. Neville
Yay! I'm so happy!
Good 10 millionth or so sonnets CM!
10? 10?! Dat vas supposed to be NINE Roman numeral m's....
Is there a Roman numeral for 10 million? Save you typing all those M's out!
Some delightful pieces, Missy. Really enjoyed.
Thank you very much, dear Sir!
Thanks for expressing your personal perception on both the essence and the cause of things... Rather deep and sincere)
Thank you for both reading and considering what I endeavored to express.
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