The First Lo, Friday, of This New Year
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMLXIV)
Put on the porridge, kettle, beans like thence
All's under sweet control; think to avail
Me of lo, shortbread and yes, Barry's--fail
And find the brie as erst wont seems defense
Enow. Work one site, then another hence,
To hear a mother quip like childhood's bail:
"Shall we go to the lib'ry?" that detail
With lo, this city's name dredge memries, whence?
How gloaming haunts the naked woods as twere
Its blueish note of sheer denouement through
These minutes all seem leaving dismal fer
Effect, yet how a gentl'man's adieu
Half offsets that where he's in red and stir
Lo, Christmas greetings! LORD, how we wait You.
03Jan25a
I couldn't believe what happened as a gentleman stopped to first enquire whether I liked "Mexican" pizza, which I'd never heard of before then, and next, shocked me by giving me a serving of both that from Taco Bell, and a 24oz pop, telling me he was bringing his wife dinner.
Of All Sweet Surprises--!
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMLXV)
I've been here ere the day broke, darkness' tale
Famil'yar, not the leaving of all hence.
My half burrito and twa egg rolls thence
Trimmed off as late lunch, oh what shall avail
To sift the hours off likewise, in betrayl?
The TV's off, which I deplored fr'intents;
Some music plays nearby as silence'd fence
Aught hope of yonder til oh, which detail?
My phones refuse to scroll and copy, poor
As no computer for aught posting to
Online and websites. Some kind man stops fer
A moment, just to ask, then give me too
Oh my! a "Mex'can" pizza, pop too! Stir
In me to sing Thy praise, LORD, all of You.
03Jan25b
Why the Colorado prairies came to mind, I don't know, but here you go.
Some Treasures Are So Transient
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMLXVI)
Oh for the open prairies, grasses thence
All rustling softly far as eye could hail,
Blue skies above as if life was in frail
Excuse so rich and free! Dirt roads to fence
The thought of passage to jist where? A sense
Of lonely calm alive as every trail
Jack rabbits knew, hawks, owls and else t'avail
At home far from the cities, like defense.
Five years and nary more we knew in tour
Out on the Col'rado prairies, cycling through
Each summer with such dreams in tow as t'were!
Go to the city for our groc'ries, to
Return home where, oh how sweet freedom'd stir
Us with soft peace. Oh LORD, that we'd see You.
03Jan25c
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The first two sonnets seemed focused on giving and the joy it brings then it occured to me the third was giving as well where nature gives its beauty to us who with grateful eye look upon it. Very nice Chic loved these
Moments of unexpected kindness and the beauty in ordinary moments always touch the heart. Some great sonnets about experiences!
Thank you so very much!
You're welcome!
Mistress Missy the High Priestess of sonnets has worked magik again .. not once nor twice but thrice times again .. Methinks she loves the very same number .... You may not believe me but I somehow felt drawn to this page (again, could be under some kinda spell p'raps) .. or it might have summat to do with my infinity with the great man you refer to in the title .. He used to live in my little town and around these here parts .. and if you google Watchet Harbour, you may see some of his immortal words painted on the inside of my little harbour wall The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew, the furrow follows free .. Oh; and a statue depicting The Rime of the Ancient Mariner on the esplanade .. All in all quite simply splendid Cheeky Missy .. Neville
Ooh, wowee! How fortunate you are to live where Samuel Taylor Coleridge once lived! If you look at his sonnets, then lucky you can doubtless find the steam he extolled in his lament on losing childhood. Thank you, thank you so VERY much!
Touching moments in the midst of ordinary routine and being... Very impressive. Like
Thank you, thank you, you're too kind!
Excellent.
Thank you very much!
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