...in lieu of college, how about.....grade school?!
...but I've long since outgrown my easter toys.
The End of April's Full Of Treats
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCCXV)
Now daff'dils nod their yellow heads t'avail,
White blossoms in a fluffy crew from hence
On which trees is't? Are Dogwoods flowring, thence
As t'were on every side, both far's detail
In early morning, and nigh likeas bail
Once I am 'home"? Magnolia answered whence
At home back in the day where Easter's sense
Had lost its touch and did not deck the trail.
Forsythia's now paired with chartreuse astir
In baby leaves, as red leaves flutter too.
How blackbirds add their raucous calls in tour
As Goldfinch laugh quite merr'ly. If no blue
Heavns show their face, I am content, is't poor?
None tell me what impends. Oh! If I knew.
19Apr25a
...maybe.
Is't Don't Take Aught For Granted?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCCXVII)
A sparrow in the tree whose leaves' detail
Are flutt'ring to chill winds' caprice from hence
Calls sweetly likeas ere; is't what, fr'intents?
A bit of comfort 'gainst the ill which'd hail
In one hour's time, to eat me up live, frail
As aught 'scuse on a charming day I'd thence
Ne warning of. I see his figure, whence?
That's all, afore he flies off sans avail.
Grey region clouds which Shakespeare oft in tour
Deplored own Saturday where golf's th'ado
With parties of all kinds, beat music fer
Sheer amb'ance pulsing loudly through on cue
Like dancing is in style. Could I bestir
A dream of what'd ensue....LORD, I need You.
19Apr25b
Y'know?
I've Not Had So Much Fun Since College
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCCXXI)
They gathered 'round like we were friends, t'avail,
Josh first with teasing, just to chat (yet whence?!);
Then him and Jack, til oh! what fun we'd thence
Have in discussion, like to turn sans bail
Mine head; from clothing styles to that detail
Of rights and foolish choices to what hence?
But photos of his 'cycle and fr'intents
Fast car, with hints of wilder tales he'd hail.
If only we could do that often, poor
As such suggestions, yet wherefore was't true?
I'll never truly know, I guess. We were
Just working all together, yet court too?!
He was just a mechanic ere. What'd stir
Such chance joys? LORD, Thy mercies great, e'er new?
19Apr25c
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Now, yes, it isn't classical this time. Enjoy.
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Comments2
Nature exudes in the first sonnets, while the last one feels The Fast and the Furious 🏎️ Wonderful job, Missy. These were beautiful, as always. 🌹👏
Aww, thank you so very, very much!!! You're too kind.
You are most welcome, my friend!
Chic another three good common man sonnets nicely done
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