Dear Samuel Taylor Coleridge, I ....
What I'd Give To Be Five Again
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCCXXXII)
Pink answers on the East where I'd hoped thence
Was it for sleep? And morning is sans bail
Nigh old afore I'm back from work, the hale
Light ready for the day whilst I've fr'intents
Too much to do, ergo, ah, what from hence?
I'll clean ere breakfast, e'en the car, t'avail,
And wherefore is it midday when I'd hail
A chance at sheer repast? likeas defense.
Don't say I am addicted to as t'were
Caffeine. It's just I'll gain a headache to
Remind me I'd none since just when? In poor
Reply, so many reasons shall renew
Their lease 'til I may drown in tea and stir
A cuppa joe to no avail. And you?
24Apr25a
...droll?
I Guess I Thought Life Wasn't So
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCCXXXIII)
Night is a question now the days avail
Themselves of longer; rise for all intents
At gloaming, to find chill is grand defense
Once I am out the door, as if in frail
Reply for all which had to blow up, fail
When I'd no time, at least it's cool, like whence
Could own a bit of solace. Driving hence
Is a reminder where I'd--which detail?
To sleep whenas the sun is shining, poor
As being thus wired for night, I need to do,
And guess that did erase the chalkboard fer
All that. The hot cars like being noisy through
These hours and others are lost in as t'were
Their own worlds. LORD, save me; for I need You.
24Apr25b
...famous last saying?
If Only I Could Nestle HERE
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCCXXXIV)
Mists rise, swamp monsters from the hollows, dense
White in dawn's early glow from that detail
Of grassy fields so wet with dew to scale
They're silver likeas Summer knows fr'intents,
Trees looming oer, and all so green from hence
Tis like a vision from July sans bail
Or August as I drive home, all the trail
Full with such sweets I revel in it thence.
The leas all silver in morn's dewy tour,
Tis as a dream of yonder 'neath pure blue
Heavns which seem promise day shall be as t'were
All heart had wished. Should I craft ere tis through
A batch of applesauce? I need sleep fer
Tonight. How Goldfinch laugh and tease: all woo.
24Apr25c
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: May 4th, 2025 08:00
- Comment from author about the poem: Funny, isn't it, how you read antiquated poems, only to learn how true they are?! Enjoy.
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