...well, I do.
Oh Yes, I Hafta Scribble Too
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCXXIII)
Oh rainy hours, why am I restless hence?
How afternoon goes oddly yellow, frail
As our being lost in our own worlds, the trail
To yonder lit as if t'would beckon thence?
This calm I've sought likeas in some defense
More freighted than I knew, how 'non avail?
Oh dear. Need to craft shortbread, that detail
Oh dear. Need to craft shortbread, that detail
Too short of late, and lunch?! Or dinner? Whence?
Go check the rec' pe to be thrown as t'were
All out of sorts because my schedule too
Has lo, MORE third shift, til despair in tour
Is mine, the list of things that I must do
Ere bed too much, I canna think. Is't poor?
Oh LORD, how I forgot twas all of You.
19Mar25a
Well, well.
Is THAT the Definition of...Me?!
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCXXIV)
Don't ask me wherefore. Listen, to avail,
Myself read oer ten years ere, and what thence?
So I was, erm, "morose" was I? And hence
I have improved? Methinks not. Which detail,
Though, augured that indictment? Have I bail?
Besides, how mend it either?
Where's defense?
I'm "sullen and ill-tempered"? Lovers sense
That and do not exist, therefore I fail?
Did I ne'er look it up? His charge in tour
So damning, tis a wonder I came through
Eleven years and running likeas t'were
Unscathed by time is that? What should I do?
"...My brother sez--" What's true, and what is poor?
Dumbfounded now I know, save me, won't You?
19Mar25b
Sorrow is the theme most cherished, yet....
Of Rain and Ancient Griefs?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCXXV)
Oh tender morning sans a hint of pale
Dawn is't? Rain overnight continues, whence
Put on the kettle and brew Barry's, thence
To find the shorbread low. Yet ah, t'avail
Me of this lux'ry sans the pressure's scale
Of life is nice indeed, likeas defense.
That stowed, put on the porridge, bacon hence
Today with breakfast hash, and egg's detail.
Hole up with Drummond's memoir as it were,
Four hundred years 'go, pageantry we do
Not know 'cept by enactments...skip on to
His writings once more, as I loved and knew
Years ere, the wealth of his allusions' tour
Enough, yet, LORD, did he at all know You?
19Mar25c
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
Chic I can always go to your poems for poetic everyday occurrences. Another lovely threesome. Well done
Excellent write
Thank you.
You're welcome
A wonderful trio of entertaining reads, very enjoyable
Thank you so very, very much, you're too kind!
You are very welcome
Some fine pieces as always. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you so very, very much dear Tom!
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