IF I have any virtues, patience is not one of them.
Ah, Is't I So Badly Still Want Patience?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCXX)
Turn at the sound of what? the Mallards hence
Walk on the ice to water in, t'avail
A cove, their voices I'd caught ere sans bail
Where freighted silence picks its teeth oer whence,
The forecast saying t'will snow with rain from thence
In icy morsels, and we maunt exhale,
But hold our breath, as if to breathe would fail
Before the blast? Come, tis Spring's game fr'intents.
O let me watch the hours unroll in tour
Those joys we cherished, nor now let the view
Be hid from mine eyes, lest I fail as t'were
To see beyond, or farther than each cue
Which whispers of sheer hope, of late astir,
And fail to see afar off, LORD, to You.
05Feb25a
...we'd a different perspective back when these same styles were too trendy originally.
I Never Thought To See This Day
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCXXI)
His dark wash jeans the eighties knew as bail
Brand spanking new, rolled at the cuffs for sense
Dredge mem'ries of that era I thought thence
But girls would know; at least no slouch socks' tale
Below, but if his shoes aren't Converse, they'll
Be more expensive knock-offs. Oh, pretense!
Not Gen eX with fair dreams in tow from hence,
No, but their kids and grandkids, trot the trail.
Go put my head to spinning, though in poor
'Scuse I'd known frae the runway shows twas due.
Yet how odd tis to see those styles we were
So keen on, bouffant hair and all 'gain to
Effect out on the streets, where time in tour
Has taen our dreams and left us to seek You.
05Feb25b
...and then be too tired.
Tell Wedneday I Wore Pink As Due
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCXX)
Put on the kettle once home, like from thence
To leave work and last night's shift 'hind sans bail,
As Barry's 'gins to steep, where that detail
Culls steam like aerie dancers to 'gain fence
The thought of yonder, shortbread for good sense
'Longside; relax for half a minute, frail
Though aught 'scuse ist? Oh, but tis sweet t'avail,
Like such brief moments could be sheer defense!
Caffeine to bolster, measure oats in tour,
Then sprinkle raisins on, add water too,
Salt, turn the flame up, and wash dishes; stir
Our porridge; chop potatoes, season too,
Roast up; Canad'an bacon warm as t'were,
And fry the eggs, as LORD, let us wait You.
05Feb25c
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Thank you for todays reads, loving number 2, strange how everything comes back round again, enjoyed the reading
Aww, rather, thank YOU! Additionally, I admit falling in love with the supposed revival of '60's styles when Boden marketed them 15 years ago. Yeah, I've likewise been wondering why the styles keep rotating. But guess there's nothing better. Thank you again!
They were not as bad as people say, You are very welcome
and the truth of the matter is .... there's nowt such thing as new thee days, tis all re-packaged .. but you can't beat canard, duck or mallard) eggs n chips (or fries as they say cross da Pond and a thick slice of real crusty bread with proper salted butter .. But they gotta be necked wearing loons & tye dyed grandad vests & luv beads .. let's not forget the luv beads babe .. 😉💛👍
I shoulda knowed that, considering Ecclesiastes, and one of my late father's favorites Larry Norman, whence thank you very much for reminding me. As to your British style of either rendering dishes or framing the same, I admit myself too squeamish to enlighten me simply googling your suggestion, asked around, and then thought to answer you thus: are duck gonads all the more delectable trimmed thereby? I wouldn't know, having not yet tasted duck, and informed they're greasier than the usual fowl we enjoy. Thank you again!
Excellent writes
Thank you so very much, Tony!
You're welcome
Now you have gone and made me hungery. Nicely done Chic
Sometimes putting on the kettle is the last act of sanity and relief before exhaustion finally sets in. 🙏🏻🕊️
Precisely. Thank you so very much!
You’re welcome 🙏🏻🕊🫖☕️
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