I
can't wake up.
Why Is My Rhythm OFF Right Now?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCXXXIV)
Tell Shakespeare how I cherish grey racks' dense
Masque on sheer day, the region clouds' detail
He oft deplored so perfect on this lonely trail
To yonder that no ornge juice could from hence
Assuage; this chill note birds fly oer fr'intents
Far keener than erst wont, til naught'd avail,
Where lo, the dj likes such strains ne bail
Shall know, "depressing" now the theme for sense.
Rain forecast, I would welcome as few stir,
This Sunday calm the deeper on that cue,
Til David Grey or Drummond shan't demur
If I choose them in lieu of him; the view
Expectant, waiting like we aught as t'were,
So patient. LORD, restore me: I need You.
23Mar25a
...with socks.
Besides, In Washington They Wear Sandals
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCXXXV)
How Summer babies wear yes, shorts to hail
The hope of yonder whenas Spring culls thence
A touch of that most fervent heat to fence
Sheer hope's waltz in these early hours' detail,
The lack of which proves no deterrent, frail
As aught 'scuse in the bitter chill's suspense,
Like, if I could don tights in June fr'intents,
I would not look as silly?
naught'd avail.
She scorns to see them, whilst I figure we're
All in the same boat somehow, spite that cue
And my dear pref'rence for chill weather. Poor
As picking sides, how 'bout we see naught's new.
We all are children, though grown up as t'were,
Nor left the playground. LORD, save us, won't You?
23Mar25b
...or so they'd have you believe.
Warmth Is As Fickle As My Sex
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCXXXVI)
It shall rain later, IF it does fr'intents
At all. Frogs chorus now the skies t'avail
Half clear, dried grasses in the marsh to scale
Yet brown, whileas the lawns are green from hence,
Blue heavns at midday like for cheer, as thence
Winds buffet, and dead leaves from last Fall trail
Along within their chill note's wake, the frail
Hope I now finger sans a voice is't? whence?
They pause for half a moment likeas t'were
What, eh? The choir um master called off to
Effect romantic suites for just in tour
A spell. They turn their pages, 'gin anew
Sweet fiddling, and I'm charmed, but shan't in poor
'Scuse kiss a frog e'en yet. LORD, I wait You.
23Mar25c
...I should?!
You Shoulda Knowed...
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCXXXVII)
"You look famil'ar--have I seen [to scale]
You 'fore?" [Dunno] "Yer laugh!--oh I [
fr'intents]
Know YOU--that laugh!" dear me, have I defense?
Sure, we have fun [you know I do] t'avail,
Jist talkin' friendly like 'bout life's detail
And next our job and its demands for sense,
Where turns out we HAVE served together, whence
Still chat til he must go, rain misting, frail.
Tis not the downpour I'd envisioned, poor
As shattered dreams, and my, my who e'er knew
We'd recognize each other?! I as t'were
Maunt 'zactly, since twas only once 'fore too,
Yet oh! I do love laughing, and he'd stir
Me to, likeas before. LORD, I'll praise You.
23Mar25d
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: March 31st, 2025 07:54
- Comment from author about the poem: ...now you all see that my photo is too truly the case. Enjoy?!
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