...that was an interesting combo.
Hot Cocoa with Yes, Eggnog
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMXXXI)
Warm milk likeas our moithers would avail
Us of when we were crying and new, defense
For infants, also calms our oerstressed sense
Which howls in silence for our mothers, hale
In half of what she'd give us, that detail
Our bodies want at any age, fixed thence
Ere bed all through the cent'ries, how it hence
Seems like her touch, as if sheer bail.
But strangers fed me sugar water fer
My first day, til she pressed them for me, to
Be givn me after one whole day, that tour
I never asked for what seems all I knew
Where I would ne'er have left her, 'cept in poor
Excuse naught lasts fore'er: LORD, I need You.
15Dec24a
[Why I have had a persistent affinity for Gerber baby food is ridiculous and unknown, we seven having been nursed til old enough for solid foods.]
"Life" Tastes Like Gerbers
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMXXXII)
Oh sweetly rainy morn whose Sunday sense
Is romanced by these waltzing mists t'avail
The soul with solace where my tea's detail
Needs hotter water but must do fr'intents,
This sleepy feeling wanting coffee, whence
I've tried both Irish tea and joe, in frail
'Scuse with but nearly tepid water. They'll
Assure me t'won't do, but where is defense?
Oh! that recorder flute my childhood threw
Away as garbage for its voice! Demur
To think it true, and now I learn in tour
How dulcet strains list via that toy who
Tossed out? Caffeine for sheer fatique'd bestir
Me 'spite the tepid water, as all woo.
15Dec24b
...be magnified. [Someone's fav holiday October 31st, doubtless the black cat, hair on end and party hat/santa hat looking like it's hissing at all, was for her....curiously, while Saturday it was leering from the lunchroom, Sunday morning on the edge of the hall until you'd almost fear it could be real, by sundown after Scourby had been reading the Scriptures for hours....it was GONE.]
Restore My Soul, Oh LORD
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMXXXIII)
Dull puddles blankly answer heavn's most pale
Eye, as all wears the look of April hence
The waring cat not leering from the dense
Erm, doorway, but now at the hall, whose trail
Seems haunted by its glare like no detail
Could do if I am wanting cheer? Defense
Is where? Cast 'bout where lo, such hours own thence
Sheer solace, where Thyself, oh LORD, avail.
Now blackest night owns all, calm too, as t'were
Prevails, the madness ere which knew not, to
Effect is gone. I've read Mum's post astir
Yet with the Scriptures posted, as the view
Is clearer now thereby. How Robert, poor
As all late passed, is texting. LORD, where, too?
15Dec24c
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: December 20th, 2024 15:45
- Comment from author about the poem: So, another three in one single day, ahem, then there's three in three days but I've been too busy; and posting six at once is admittedly too much. Enjoy?
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