Right?!
I'm Sure They Called This "Having Fun"
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCLXIII)
They said "drink coffee black to thus avail
Yerself of chest hair," but my daddy's thence
Did not. Ergo, I'm drinking black joe hence
Not for that line but chast'ning's fine detail
Is it? Cold too, and one day old to scale
Cuz, well, you know. Shall soy sauce yield the sense
My mojo'd stir-fry's lacking, in defense
Of good taste and all other joys, like bail?
Roast sweet potatoes just for kicks, and's poor,
The "Midas touch" gone frae my kitchen? Who
Can tell, but if "death warmed oer" owns as t'were
A flavour, that's what I am serving, to
Be certain, or what is't?! Cilantro's tour
Shall add a note for humour? I need You.
03Apr25a
Ergo I'm feigning nonchalance.
You Know They'll Say "I Told You So"
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCLXIV)
Okay, I yield: joe needs both cream for sense
And choc'late-dipped biscotti to detail
It; sipping from a tea cup, saucer's bail
In tow, and soaked in coffee for intents,
Each morsel is nigh perfect. Anise dense
With import and the right touch shall avail
Lost hopes, and reign. I never knew to hail
Great honours, so may find I have defense?
Why'd Keats and David Grey chase grandeur fer
Chagrin? They were too young to know shan't do?
I gave fair dreams more weight ere age proved poor
Each waltzing vision, learning naught was true,
Now it's been fifty years? Oh LORD, bestir
Thy mercies and redeem us. We wait You.
03Apr25b
Seems it's been too many years.
Oh Sweetest Sight Frae [Lost]Home
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCLXV)
Forsythia! Yellow like a beacon, hale
And like the light for drowning sailors, whence?
But how my soul'd rejoice to see from hence
Tis April's prize I've cherished, missed to scale
Far, far too long, and now am glad t'avail
Me of as if's a long lost friend. Defense
From decades ere when but a child, twas thence
The first words from my mouth at seeing it'd hail.
Mum posed in front of it years 'go was't? Her
Dark brown hair Dad called black, down, with her too
My younger brother--how could I as t'were
Forget? Pink for adulthood's spell, oh I knew
Sich treasured hours in sweet forsythia's tour
Til, LORD, I thank Thee for Thy mercies 'new.
03Apr25c
Can't shake it.
I Swear Today Is Friday
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCLXVI)
Tis April third, and how chartreuse from hence
Vies with red buds, lawns green; the light t'avail
Illumines aught til seems all glows to scale
In ev'ning's eye, where shadows haunt the sense
T'will never yield to night, heavns blueish, dense
With gilded cloud fluffs as how goldfinch hail,
Their sweetest calls as chill seems dampened, hale
In merry cheer as saws nearby growl thence.
If Spring's last month is full of treats, we were
Impatient ere. The clock towr stands in view
Aloof and like a beacon where joys stir;
On ev'ry side, abundant. Let night cue
Whenas our back is turned, the black depths cure
Aught vision til we once more search for You.
03Apr25d
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 8th, 2025 15:28
- Comment from author about the poem: I could explain, but you can simply figure it out, how's that?! Enjoy?
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Comments4
The first two your foods stirred up an appetite tremendous, the last two resplendent with colors set the stage for quite a show. Very nice Chic
Most enjoyable read CM🙏🏻🕊
Thank you!!!!
It is Tuesday, April 8...5 days later after you wrote the last sonnet in this collection...and it still feels like it should be Friday. 🤣 Well done, Missy. Always good to see you having fun, because that means I get to have fun! Hope your evening rocks...well, I guess "is restful" might be better this late! But I am always ready to rock! LOL! 🌹👏
When the writer has fun writing, the reader gets to have fun reading, enjoyed the reads
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