You know, I knew more AFTER writing further, why on earth THIS is the title.
Put On The Garment of Praise?!
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCXXXIII)
O glorious Spring morn, how sweet to avail
Me as birds sing from ev'ry bush fr'intents
and naked tree, til my heart doth from hence
Rejoice! Had I not been called in, what'd hail
To drag me forth to see and hear? The trail
Alive as erst wont, who clings to pretense
Or swears it's Winter still shan't own defense
But may deny where joy's in each detail.
Think to arise lo, AFTER tis in poor
'Scuse far too bright to slumber; called in to
Effect ere I arose, put on in tour
The kettle; after Barry's, showr and do
Quick breakfast; read the Bible nor bestir
Else til the world erupts in song, of You.
10Feb25a
I/we pen these teasers, meet online, and never get to enjoy hanging out. That's the reason for my silence after a while years and years ago, because I met a local group and we did hang out and sometimes party together, as well as doing the open mic thing.
Pity We Can't Party
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCXXXV)
Chipotle offered free guac, and t'avail
Chips, yes, and queso dip. So tempting, whence
Pack just that for my shift oernight for sense,
Yet NOT theirs but mine own, or that detail
Of tubs of each, a bag of chips to scale,
And fin'lly try the raved 'bout thing pretense
Swore twas to die for. Ninja brand fr'intents,
Th'air fryr quite burnt my pizza, sans aught bail.
Guess wine, sex, and machines are ver'ly poor.
I never have missed out, and guess I knew
That too. While movies oft distract in tour,
Tis worthless too. Dreams are so fun, yet do
Not profit. I'm too tired to dream. Bestir
Thy mercies, LORD, and save me. I wait You.
10Feb25c
...and I don't even know that it applies, either.
Ahem. "Disappointment" Is An Awfully Looong Word, Y'Know?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCXXXVI)
In four days I have been all oer, a sense
Of each drowned by the stress is't? Which detail
Lo, after that? Go to the shop t'avail,
Not two months after, but erm, six fr'intents,
And I recall last Summer vaguely, whence
Ya, what? Oh, Starbucks had free coffee, bail
For morning in a trice, their latest trail
To heights I ordered too, likeas defense.
Iced coffee and a lemon paczki fer
My breakfast, lunch was not, or else late too,
Chobani coc'nut, cottage cheese in tour
As well, til nigh on midnight pizza you
Had dreamed is burnt black in a trice. Bestir
In me to sing Thy praise, LORD, and seek You.
10Feb25d
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Chic George (Pseudonym) (
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Your writes always make me hungry even after I have just eaten. Another wonderful write of food and the seasons. Very nice I think I'll go find a snack
Scrumptious sonnets are your thing for sure, my friend…and I thoroughly enjoy every time! Well done, Missy! 🌹👏
Aww, you're too kind! Thank you so very much! Happy Valentines Day!
Thank you Missy. I hope your Valentine's Day was a happy one too! 😊
You do need to have snacks on hand when reading, they do stir the hunger bugs, enjoyed the reads
Ah, thank you so very much!
You are very welcome, enjoy your weekend
Would love to know where you bought your pen - it provides magical writes.
I guess I didn't. Having mulled the suggestion far longer than augured, I think you don't purchase it except by blood and tears, is it? Dunno. Thank you so very much for your kind comment!
You have a way with sonnets. Great work
You're too kind. Thank you very much!
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