Did you know you're not allowed to look misery straight in the eyes? Ergo, the previous, and now this when it was past and gone.
Oh, But I Lost My Head Earlier
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCLXXXIV)
Dream of a thousand things when all's pretense,
Four walls your confines and machines' detail
With buzzers what haunt til the hours seem trail
On sans an end in sight, where aught defense
Is somewhere else. Yet do not dare from thence
T'acknowledge what is. Aught else likeas bail,
Now watch the light be so exquisite, hale
In sweetness as night edges closer hence.
Did coffee take my energy as t'were?
Or are the past three days what'd ver'ly screw
Me? I'm where I'd preferred at last, this tour
Of hours so light and fragile, t'will be through
Ere I'm aware. Yet how I'm dragging, poor
Though all caffeine. Oh LORD, save me, won't You?
03Mar25a
...and WHY such a thought?!
Was That Like Wedding Cake?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCLXXXV)
Oh yes, I've wanted cake all year, t'avail
Me now, white frosted in twa layrs fr'intents,
Is grand, aye begs that I indulge from hence,
If only I could find a chance to hail
The joy unfettered. Serve that sweet detail
At long last for dessert where dinner's thence
Tucked 'way, and tis too sweet likeas pretense
Was allus wont to be, yet joys prevail.
One brother wanting photos from in tour
Our childhood, dredge the only one up, to
Go back lo, thirty-five years as it were,
Til I rethink just who I am anew,
And what. Oh! all we knew! Why now bestir
What's buried? LORD, that we would wait on You?
03Mar25b
"Fat Tuesday, I'm too fat--" teased til this wrote itself.
I Guess Tis National Paczki Day, Too
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCLXXXVI)
Shrove Tuesday, I'm too fat; the waltzing sense
Of sweets, their excess I thought to avail
Me of, as if I'd some immun'ty, frail
As heathen joys and folly, lacked defense.
Where I'd abstain, nor knew but of pretense
And Mardi Gras, seemed I was safe. Derail
That for the "fun" of being a doofus'd hail
These mis'ries I'd bewail, 'non asking whence?
It's not a crime t'indulge, yet tis quite poor
If that your conscience would condemn th'ado.
Since mine did not, what have I, as it were?
Did I say that I'd be "like them," whom You
Said not to follow, LORD? Oh please, bestir
In me to do Thy will, oh LORD, as due.
04Mar25a
...bring me back here.
When I Ask Where Spring Went
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCLXXXVII)
Sweet rainy hours, if only I'd avail
Me til the morrow draws up what is thence,
This calm like solace to my soul, suspense
Asleep, nor on its watch, like that detail
Does not need mending. Geese honk on the trail
To yonder, and life's pretty picture hence
Allows for watching safe indoors, a sense
Of yesteryear and lost within such bail,
Take Princess for her bath, my friend in tour
Here when I get back, and discussing through
The afternoon lo, stocks. Cook hot dawgs fer
Our dinner, serve a salad, smoothie too
Like V8 juice, cake our dessert, and we're
All having too much fun. LORD, we thank You.
04Mar25b
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
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I hear the exhaustion in the first the longing for sweet in the second and the return to festivities in the third and food in the last. Daily travails nicely done.
Right?!?! Can't we eat like that all year round? 🤣 What a journey from the first to the last sonnet, and the food at the end was the reward at the end of the trip...with dessert in the middle. My kind of order, dessert before dinner! LOL! All silliness aside, I really loved these, my friend. Well done! 🌹👏
"Life's uncertain: Eat dessert FIRST." Right?! Thank you so very, very much!
Exactly! Sounds like we share the same motto! You are welcome, my friend! 🐦⬛🖤🙏🙏
A full menu of delightful treats to read, and I agree desert first cut straight to the good bit, very enjoyable
Thank you so very, very much! You're entirely too kind.
You are very welcome
it sounds to me like they have too high expectations and have been working you too hard Missy .. and I can't see nuthin wrong in forgoing the diet for a year or two and enjoying oneself providing there aint no underlying conditions like having to do dubble shifts to cover sickness and any other absences without adequate recompense and time off in lieu .. Hell wot is Shrove Tuesday anyway without the odd dozen or two pancakes & a jug or so V8 juices between friends n family .. pass the pud would ya on the way out .. Neville
"Shrove Tuesday" is yet another way of saying Fat Tuesday, which of course, I couldn't resist utilizing, stupidly. After that, I guess you're squarely to blame for the overriding title to my following post, dearest me, what do I owe you for that?! Thank you very much, dear friend.
Great work. Alll day party forever. lol
Hahaha, if only. Thank you so very much!
Some cracking pieces here as always, Missy. Just brilliant. I am not a massive fan of pancakes tbh, you can have those, I will have the hot dawgs! 🙂
[Passes you the dawgs] I'm sorry to hear you're no fan of pancakes, but I'll enjoy yours thankfully. Thank you so very, very much!
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