[Cough, cough] so, Yeah.
Just Say I Couldna Guessed
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCXCIII)
Oh who could wish for better to avail
Us on a Sunday afternoon? Skies hence
So blue, what's not to love? the blackbirds' sense
Of sheer flirtation teases where, to scale,
Last Summer's grasses whisper in th'exhale
Whose playful note is rough, yet oh! fr'intents
Th'expanse which stretches out is dense
With hope as songs trim ev'ry last detail.
How did we happen to hang out as t'were?
He kept his distance, leaving me unto
My own devices, til I thought in tour
To talk upon the phone. Oh! that'd not do.
Back likeas he belonged, what fun'd bestir
As we both worked, and chatted too.
09Mar25a
(I'm so inventive, aren't I?!)
Ah, Who'da Thought, You Know?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCXCIV)
The world all mine, soft blue heavns oerhead, whence
What golden light bathes all like that detail
We cherish, fields with grasses to avail
'Non stretching to the edge of day from hence,
Likeas I knew in childhood, prairies thence
Spread far as eye could see, and empty, frail
Though joys might seem where none save bunnies trail
Along as birds sing oer th'expanse...suspense?
What of the morning with the time change fer
Effect? Of course I is too tired--what's new?
Tis Sunday, ergo, Cheer'os with milk; stir
A batch of shortbread up cuz we've but two
Left is't?! for tea; caprese as dreamed in tour
Is more than tops: oh LORD, let us praise You.
09Mar25b
...you know?
Lo, I Could Do With Wings
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCXCV)
Tis March, the lake's face blue as heavn t'avail,
Trees stand 'bout in a vast array, suspense
In tow, stark naked still, but with a sense
T'will not be long now. Ah, then which detail?
The shortbread cooked too long's not bad, in frail
Reply, and my egg's sunny-side up, whence
How fun? The porridge gently cooked fr'intents,
No time to brew fresh coffee, how birds hail!
Lo, card'nals court across the huge lot fer
Good measure; sparrows gaily play and cue
My happy smiles, the world at peace as t'were,
Yet busy like a Monday ever knew.
If trouble brews a storm up, LORD, bestir
Thy tender mercies, save me! I wait You.
10Mar25a
Ahem.
Oh, You Know What They Say
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCXCVI)
How posters fit t'inspire smile off fr'intents
To somewhere else, the world beyond's detail
Quite heedless and too busy, to avail
Me of what 'zactly? does not lack defense.
For how they've all gone off, the grand pretense
Of bigger things and vaunted owning bail.
This world is mine, if only, though tis frail
To dare suggest that; time served, whither hence?
If Naperville was Daddy's workplace fer
So many years, it has not lost its cue,
Hauteur upon some scale with money's cure
Likeas I had been told and saw, yea knew
Lo, thirty years 'go still flaunts 'bout. Bestir
Hope in the LORD alone: how I need You.
10Mar25b
...likeas wont.
How Shadows Flirt With Yonder
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCXCVII)
If ev'ning looks like afternoon to scale,
The clocks turned forward swear tis sheer pretense,
For now which owns a jest? He spoke fr'intents
Of sundown late at night where Summer'd hail
Such joys cuz of this feature whose detail
Turns aught upon its head as if what hence?
What do we save in turning time sans sense
Quite upside-down? I know not how t'avail.
We ran the world by clocks, ergo, secure
More light for ev'ning by this measure 'new.
And sleep just when? I guess we need none fer
This season is't? For how my blood knows to
Run slow at night, yet if on third shift's poor.
I'm not a child to play. LORD, we wait You.
10Mar25c
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: There truly is a "method to [mine] madness," ergo, Enjoy?!
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Ah for spring and its blue skies. Your poems blend wonderful nature images with delicious food. What a recipe for thought. Oh yes the time change that kind of fidgets with the timing of the bake. Wish they would just leave it alone.
Madness is truly chameleon mindedness, a mastery sequestered in the mindscape. 🙏🏻🕊
Fascinating. Thank you so very much!
Spring is in the air, I can feel it. Blue skies all day today...in the 60s. Oh, and now I am hungry too! Well done, my friend! 🌹👏
Aww, you're too sweet. Thank you so very much!
You are most welcome!
Blink n it'll be winter again before ya knows it .. but at least our bellies will be full .. and we will be fine in our own rubber room .. 😉👍
Blimey. I didn't want to face that. Thank you for reminding me.
The combination of beautiful nature and wonderful food, delivered in lovely poetic form, thoroughly enjoyed
Thank you so very, very much! You're too kind.
You are very welcome
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