...lick and promise style?
Tell Friday I'll Catch Up...Tomorrow
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCLVIII)
Dawn blazes in as if twas all fr'intents
Heart could desire, and I'll head home; derail
Me ere I get out of this place t'avail
Us of the groc'ry shopping cuz tis thence
Far more convenient now then later, whence
Get back home to put on the kettle, frail
As aught 'scuse, lo, mid-morning, Barry's bail
Just ere what? noon, and showr cuz work calls hence.
If I've been up sae minny hours in tour
Tis all me ain fault, eh? What could I do?
To craft a crust, pie filling too, bestir
A dinner party by mere halves, wash through
The heaps of dishes and hang out, til fer
All that twas midnight, just say Thursday knew.
21Feb25a
...you know?
Tis Kinda Like Never Say Never
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCLIX)
Oh charming morn, fresh-faced with aught detail
Alive and singing happ'ly like t'won't thence
Be long now til the flowrs drink dew as scents
Waft heady notes to cull a swoon, birds hail
Like courting is again in style t'avail,
Romance, despite these snow-clad scapes, defense
Anew where half the world's asleep yet whence
I feel like there's a chance to hope for bail.
We early shoppers own the world as t'were,
As seems the day is still ahead and new,
The thought of later too far off and poor,
Til how time's ver'ly flown ere I could do
Much back home 'fore the next shift. LORD, bestir
Our tongues to sing Thy praise, that we'd see You.
21Feb25b
...these vaunted "Friday nights."
I Never Did Have a Use For
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCLX)
How afternoon is golden with a sense
Of May in tow as if, lo April'd hail
Right after Feb'ry; chill forgot in hale
Light's warming eye, where Friday is defense
For others whose dear plans know not pretense
As ev'ning haunts the passing minutes' tale,
I feel half stronger is't? like what'd avail?
Perhaps this note's enough to bolster hence?
Scroll Instagram like joying in other's tour
Of happiness shall answer for mine too
Is that? Or I'll forget my life as t'were
In theirs like that's too grand, though tis not true.
Put on the Scriptures for recure. Bestir
In me, and all oh LORD, to wait on You.
21Feb25c
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 28th, 2025 11:25
- Comment from author about the poem: ...of course since we knew that was the case, what's left to add? Enjoy?!
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Comments5
Chic another two great poems this time with no food and I was prepared to eat. A fun read none the less I fed off your scriptural references. Well done Chic
No food references and yet these sonnets are still tasty! Thoroughly enjoyed, my friend! 🌹👏
Where is the food!!!, enjoyed the reads
Feed the world why don'tcha .. the title of #1 is to die for .. wish I got there first .. I pretty sure I will be back for seconds once the thaw has bitten through the permafrost .. oh' what fun .. Neville
Oh, scrolling seems harmless enough but quite subtly dangerous! 🙏🏻🕊
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