Oh, But I Never Dreamed
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCXV)
Tis Spring. I've been blind for too long. What veil
Was oer mine eys that I ne'er saw nor thence
Knew ere today how nary cal'ndar's sense
Is truth, but what's before us, each detail
Alive with sweetest import as't avail
Now, 'spite the nonsense we were taught fr'intents,
These glor'ous hours joy seems to waltz in hence
Half sweeter than I'd thought because they're bail.
Oh let me just, what, eh? Be. Nor miss fer
All that these precious moments 'neath such blue
Skies as look nigh indulgent oer all. Were
There else, let me praise Thee, LORD, and see too
Beyond the pale and all which shall burn. Stir
My tongue to sing Thy praise, all, all of You.
28Jan25a
Life's Such A Pretty Picture Now
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCXVII)
Watch shadows subtly grow as day must fail
And golden hours of Spring yield up fr'intents
To night, where gloaming steals in on suspense'
Nap as I feign my feet aren't that detail
Which tortures me sans aught recure t'avail
Me of mair ease; compose within from thence
Calm minutes, sans aught paper to mark hence
The lines out, and hear what's s'posed to lack bail?!
If folk swear charming warmth shall fail as t'were,
Ere we have had our fill, shall I think's true?!
Swear Spring's not waltzing with sheer joy in tour
On all sides, as erst naked limbs on cue
Again are clothed in buds, and is hope poor?!
Oh LORD, our times are in Thy hand. Where to?
28Jan25b
...giving me a $20 bill for my birthday, my adopted grandmother took me shopping at Cinderella City, in Denver was it? Happily making the grown-up purchase of shiny, patent leather mary janes, I don't know whether I was able to wear them beyond a year since I was only in grade school and growing.
Alas, Where'd Tuesday Go?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCXVI)
Of "Mary Jane," "space brownies," and a sense
Beyond the patent leather shoes' detail
My birthday money bought in grade school, frail
As which conundrum? And lo, "gummies" dense
With import, like the cinn'mon hearts I'd thence
Bought in um, "jelly," for the hol'day's tale
Which I half cringe t'enjoy now, oh! Avail
Me how where Californ'a waltzes hence?
Those shoes could only be worn once as t'were
A week, for Sunday School, and brownies to
Effect were cakey or else fudgey, poor
Though things they taught me to avoid, I knew
Lo, well enough. And bearded men in tour
Were like my hippie Dad. But such aren't true.
29Jan25a
I forget what I Googled, but....ahem. Too many years ago I gaily planted daffodil bulbs by the back door, tulips too, only to be foiled when we'd an unusually warm January thaw months later, killing off the hope of a flower garden there.
Remind Me of the Daffodils and Back Stoop, Will You?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCXVIII)
Call it the Jan'ry thaw, will ye?! As hence
The light owns Spring, folk swear the sweet exhale
Is some chinook's sheer mischief. That detail
The ancients called Favon'us is fr'intents
Afoot of late, and how the light swears thence
Tis Spring, as Groundhog Day shall settle frail
Hopes of a warm oer fears of cold, t'avail,
And I must bow to whom that all's pretense?!
Blue skies wear cirrus clouds in streaky tour,
As change is real and in the air anew.
The eye of Spring is on the trees, astir
With buds on ev'ry bough and limb, the crew
Alive with hope as dale and lea demur
Not, yet ye say tis Winter?! WHO are you?!
29Jan25b
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Erm, yeah. So like, I'm on the edge of bursting into giggles, so... Enjoy?!
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I have to say Chic you outdid yourself this time. My favorites are the first two that speak to me and deserve a fave
I dunno how you do it Missy, but you do, back on back and time and time again .. like I said before a while ago, iffen it ain’t witchcraft, then there must be something in the water around your neck of the woods .. Every one a gem in its own write to be sure and then some .. Neville 😎👍
Depends on my perspective, largely. I'm forever on the alert for promising ideas day and night, for what I know I want to read, with crazy topics on rarer occasions to spice it up. Thank you again very much!
Do burst into giggles - after this engaging write you deserve the privilege.
Thank you so very much! You're too kind.
Enjoyed all the reads, especially number 3
Thank you, thank you, thank YOU!!!
You are very welcome
Some more lovely pieces, Missy. Nicely done.
Thank you very much!!!
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