...you'd think I actually wanted Summer, when I do not.
Is't Caught Through Prison Bars?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCCIX)
Say morning is a dream of romance, frail
Yet sweet as soft blue heavens are but from hence
A glimpse 'tween fluffs grey tinged and white, a sense
Of pink just flirting through for flavour, pale
Light with a golden touch where rain's detail
Impends, but's in the wings, as if from thence
We are allowed a bit of respite, whence
Hark, as the cardinal calls like t'would avail.
How robins leave off scolding to sing fer
The freighted moments in such strains as'd woo,
Likeas "joy cometh in the morning"? Were
There hope, I finger it and cherish blue
Skies twixt the pile of region clouds astir
And soon to reign. Oh LORD, save me, won't You?
17Apr25a
...if my head is in the clouds, how big am I?!
Oh Transient, Waltzing Dream
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCCXI)
Craft smoothies of the spinach to avail
Us one last time, bananas, strawb'rries thence
Deep frozen and lo, half and half til hence
We've creamy milkshakes, very green to scale,
And sweetened by but fructose like sheer bail,
E'en frozen mango thrown in like defense,
Yet here I'm dreaming of which, for intents?
A mango lassi, eh? As if now'd fail.
Whilst having still a vision is not poor,
Yet where is now if all you see unto
Is then? Or what is now, when all as t'were
Must be eclipsed by what shall be? We do
Not see afar off, LORD, are foiled in tour
By earthly dreams, deceived, whence, where to?
17Apr25b
But oh! I can still see the table set in her dining room and all of us around it.
I Don't Have Seder These Days
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCCXII)
The mourning dove in that grey note of whence
Whose hope of yonder sees no light t'avail,
Yet clings to Hope, is like a voice whose trail
To far beyond these realms yields sheer defense,
And thus, in that sheer twilight pray fr'intents
Not knowing what shall be or whither, bail
A question. Geese honk after, sparrows hail
At sunrise, and the robins sang ere thence.
Put on the kettle for lo, Barry's, stir
The blinds ope for a hint of light, and blue
Skies answer in the first rays none seem tour
In, calm upon th'expanse 'cept traffic through
The hours, yet distant. Shortbread melts as t'were
Within my mouth, and LORD, I'd wait on You.
18Apr25a
...let's say I'm "just thinking."
Tis Dangerous, Forsooth, Yet...
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCCXIII)
So, yesterday a headache plagued me, bail
Sheer sleep so long forgone? On lack, what thence?
Trying to craft breakfast was a wild thing sense
Could not resolve until this morning, frail
Though aught excuse, and porridge dear detail
Was pulled off then, though now I marvel, whence?
What's living in a dream? Or was't fr'intents
A fog so thick the pall of now'd avail?
Rain forecast for the next week running, poor
Light is our fare, as if to see the blue
Heavns sans a blot is what May shall as t'were
Bring back with flowrs and huge bouquets, as't woo
In Summer's early hours. Right now, bestir
In us to seek Thy face, oh LORD, of You.
18Apr25b
You DO know per Gene and Jude's ketchup is NOT allowed.
Did I Forget the Pickles or Something?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCCXIV)
Sit high and dry with nary cue from whence,
The sheer suggestion haunting like'd avail,
Til I am watching 'non the clock sans bail,
Both crafting some new dish which uses thence
Pastrami, King's Hawaiian rolls fr'intents,
And Mozzerella, knowing if they hail
Me it can't be til---and just which detail?
But I tell me "relax, you've got--" what hence?
No, not an hour. Now scramble to as t'were
Be somewhere else and fast, as if that'd do.
Rain forecast, how it waits for nightfall, pure
And simply, coming down in buckets to
Derail aught, when I'm stuck indoors, where fer
All that beat music pulses. Ah, the view!
18Apr25c
I keep having to do a classic double take.
It's Freaky Weird, Not Cool, I Tell Ya
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCCXVI)
From "Boy George" hairstyles to "big hair" the sense
Of nineteen eighties forty years since'd hail
With Converse hightops, crop tops: aught detail
Culls mem'ries of our youth, whilst that pretense
Falls flat, new children flaunting our fads, whence
Art thou confused? I is. I used t'avail
My preteen self in three pairs of to scale
"Slouch socks," and roll my cuffs fr'intents.
No Mickey Mouse huge tee shirts though, in tour,
And Betty Boop does not yell from the view,
Nay, that's MY era. Leggings prance 'bout fer
Good measure and hoop earrings bob anew,
Whilst nary "acid wash" or "dark wash" stir,
You can't escape the sense we've what?! Lost who?
18Apr25d
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
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We start with birds and good thing I have learned to eat before I read your poems cause I read of your shortbread. The came the geese and sparrows. More food good my stomach's full. Another fun read
Is there a letter for 5,000? Save you typing all those M's! And what happens when you get to 10,000? lol.
The last time you raised this discussion it never materialized into any useful alteration. Whatever happened to the Roman numeral system of counting that we're left with this growing line of m's? I've Googled it to no avail. Guess you can have fun. Maybe tell KP it's Hershey's.
Oh I dunno, let's invent something for 5,000 and 10,000 - use any letters that have not been used so far. lol.
Wonderful job, Missy. Cardinals and Robins are two of my more favorite of the smaller birds. And, you now have me singing "Karma Chameleon". Just thought you might like to know. 🤣 Really enjoyed these, dear friend. 🌹👏
Yay!!! I love to play with the birds and the cardinal plays so heartily with me I have called him my redcoat lover. Thank you so, so very much!!!
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