yesterday, did I?! Tsk, tsk.
Got Spoilt By Working With Others
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMXVII)
Poinsett'yas red for Xmas "cheer," detail
The huge, white snowflake cutouts with a sense
Of all we dreaded facing, tree fr'intents
A green fir Santa's head hangs from t'avail,
I've Irish strains to give the silence bail
As merry jigs in season charm from hence
The dead calm I'd not wake, but why's defense
So dearly wanted like I'm lost? Joys fail?
I know! Tis amb'ance for a party. Were
Such mine t'indulge in, these might as well do
That want of "what's just right" some good. Is't poor
Now I am dying of boredom strangely too?
Put on Tchaikovsky after Celtic fer
This restless sense I can't shake--oh, where to?!
07Dec24b
...too many years ago, methinks.
My "Well Child" Book Got Tossed
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMXXII)
Roll "maple Jimmy Dean's" 'cross yer tongue, thence
To savour that for breakfast where t'avail
Is when you're wrecked by third shift, its detail
In rolled burritos grand, like in defense.
Go pick up a T-Mobile glass fr'intents,
That book I ordered mine now too, for sense,
Til crafting stir-fry for our lunch lacks bail
And is our dinner, where the dishes' trail
Seem to ne'er end; oh, what was sheer pretense?
Our three square meals shan't be today--is't poor?
What am I doing wrong? I meant to do
It all just right, but who cares now as t'were?
We're all adults, not growing kids--we threw
That out when schedules would conflict? Bestir
Good sense and I'm bereft. LORD, save me too.
10Dec24b
Tis Allus On a Windsday Pooh Said
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMXXIII)
Port wine infused cheese ball for that detail
Of breakfast omelet is like what, fr'intents?
A sheer indulgence after lo, defense
In erm, espressos, til to thus avail
Us seems to want some excuse or else lack bail.
Winds howl just past the windows with a sense
Of bitter airs and snow the forecast dense
With import said would be, light ver'ly frail.
The darkened hours sift through their paces fer
A sense of flavour til I think tae do
That twilight good by lighting up in tour
Our tree ere nightfall, yet do not. Oats strew
Themselves all oer the floor, despair astir
Til cleaned up, and oh LORD, how I need You.
11Dec24a
I Set the Trends But You Don't Know Me
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMXXIV)
It is not golden light which streams in hence
T'avail the soul, yet, quite as if there's bail,
How shadows flirt with yonder on the trail
To whither as winds rattle all, suspense
Half chewing off its nails and on the fence,
Where chill swears it is king as aught detail
Now shivers 'neath is't pure blue heavns? grass frail
Yet green cuz snow did not pass through. Ah, whence?
Watch gloaming venture nigh like what, as t'were?
I never could sketch "still life," though I drew
Up dresses, capri pants, and outfits fer
Yes, what effect? Why did they trend, yet to
Be certain, I'd not e'er submit in tour
Aught of my grand designs. I'm nowhere too.
11Dec24b
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: There's something about Santa's smiling head suspended from the green fir treetop which seems so amusing. After that, I had too much fun cooking. Enjoy?
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This poem felt so seasonal with the foods mentioned as well as the lights and other things. It has a cheerful glow to it as well. A seasons greetings to you too Cheeky.
Wait, isn't that technically Santa's head on a pike? 🤣 Oh boy, back to the ol' London Bridge days for Jolly Ol' Saint Nick! Beat you to the daftness Orchi! Doh! 😂 Just kidding of course. Wonderful sonnets Cheeky, I truly do look forward to them! 🌹👏 Happy holidays, my friend! ❤️🎄 and...I can't resist...🎅
I think it's too perfect, frankly. Thank you so very much!!!
reminds me of when I was very norty at school back in the day & my teacher gave me four of the best .. that was around Christmas time too .. went home but couldn't sit down throughout the recess but whereupon, I could distinctly remember much of what you have described here and which kinda took some of the sting out of the whole affair .. it was the port wine infused cheese ball that too the biscuit tho .. fairy nuff .. Neville 🎄🐧..☃️😎👍
You're too fun, Sir! Thank you so, so VERY much! Yes, I just had to include that detail because it held such import. Thank you again.
Some fine pieces here, Missy. I love the tone of your poems. Thanks for sharing.
Aww, you're too sweet, Sir! Thank you so very much!!!!
Your top sonnet is in just the right place, near Santas head - a realistic fourteen line Christmas , Missy.
For the rest, I'd settle for cheese and an apple....Oh the wine?.... well if you insist....
I'd let you in on a secret, except you know how it goes [I'd hafta -- you] ergo yes, thank you so VERY much!
'Welcome Missy - you manage to lighten whatever mood I'm in... and right now you are pushing me towards a very merry festive season.
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