...below ground.
I Always Wanted To Live
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMXCV)
Of tall, dark men whose Persian note's detail
Or ancestry meant more than I knew, whence
I screwed me, later, maybe. Beanies' sense
I've cherished, flirting with the fair in hail,
But's no excuse. I never thought t'avail
Me, nor liked packaged brownies. Weeds I've thence
Mulled far too long, not for Bill Clinton's tense
Reply, cuz weeds are weeds, and such lack bail.
Turns out the legends are all true as t'were,
Yet how the priestess seemed likeas she knew
Nor would convey outright, but by in tour
Suggestion, mulled far longer than the cue
Deserved. Wherefore send me? Oh LORD, bestir
Thy mercies and please save me. I need You.
03Feb25a
...one of my siblings has argued oer this incident all week.
Hollywood Has No Movie Better Than My Life
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCXVI)
Gas pumps oerloaded, pick an empty, thence
To learn the Beemer driver would not trail
Behind whom, eh? Dunno. In shorts detail
And blonde, twas AFTER I'd taen care fr'intents
On pulling in that he would gesture whence
I could not guess, then walk oer to derail
Aught, pulling out the hose that I'd avail
Me of, to then return to his car. Hence?
Stare like a dummy til you realize you're
Not dreaming, and he wants you out. Think through
Naught but now yield, dumbfounded, as in tour
He smugly pulls out and away. Undo
A gas pump for all users and bestir
No trouble? What is this world coming to?!
03Feb25b
...oh, but it is so sweet.
It's Like I Can't Believe It
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCXVII)
Spring trips along as erst wont, aught detail
Lade with sheer import and a waking sense
Of life, from sparrows' cheery cries which fence
The hours with joy, to that more haunting veil
Of mists upon the thought of yonder, pale
Afore the water towr, whilst geese own sense
And leave the parking lot with puddles dense
To traffic, for the grassy slopes, t'avail.
Winds bluster, yet chill's ver'ly mild in tour
As if, Death's hold 'non loosed, all breathes anew
Of life, hope haunting dale and lea astir
With waking notes of dearest Spring which'd woo
Mair subtly now at first than later. Were
There else, oh let us see Thy face, LORD, too.
03Feb25c
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: So, you shouldn't need to quite read between the lines to see the follow-up to an earlier post. That said, how do you like the insanity? I mean, sabotaging a gas pump??! Enjoy!
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Comments4
A fun read full of gusto. Lovely
a very impressive write.
enjoyed every line;
Wow! Thank you very much. What a fun surprise to enjoy your kind commentary on my page.
Are you going to sign a film deal !!!, enjoyed all the reads
Hahaha, nah. Thank you very much!
You are very welcome
'wish you wouldn't go on about spring when I'm oozing away in late midsummer phew! Fun writes, thanks for letting us see them.
Were I where you are I'd be howling about perishing in the heat. Thank you very much, dear Sir.
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