...and we?
Whilst Rain Debates on When
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCCLVII)
May is as erst wont, lilacs on the trail
To Mother's Day next week likeas fr'intents
I used to cut for her in sweetest scents
And grand bouquets, ten years 'go that detail
We two enjoyed for lo, the last time, frail
Though thinking of it now sans aught defense,
The vase and all since gone, the ling'ring sense
Waked by the sight of these, though naught'd avail.
If Cynthia taught me to beguile time, poor
As aught 'scuse, losing us in movies through
The hours, weeks, months, and years I would as t'were,
Before returning to how I'd been too
Long 'go, the thought t'engage me thus in tour
What sits upon the fence. LORD, I need You.
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You know?
There's Gotta Be a Better Reason
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCCLVIII)
So sit me down and lecture me fr'intents,
Tell me I'm "human," as the cause I fail
At ev'ry little task, like that detail
Of pre-cooked mac-n-cheese. I froze it, whence,
Turn on the oven, eh? Oh vain pretense!
The microwave, aha! Shall that avail?
Oh no. Tis frozen after both. Derail
Fine hopes of warm. I'll eat mine icy hence.
Yes, spill it all oer too; big pans in tour
Don't fit on plates, no matter what you do.
Tis Nash'nal Lem'nade Day, whence serve as t'were
That with our odd lunch and say it is true:
I'm simply "human." If I think that's poor
Who cares? Oh LORD, redeem me now, won't You?
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
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Whenst we fail, we pick ourselves up, we dust ourselves off and start all over again! Beautiful 🤩🙏🏻🕊️
Thank you very much!
Most welcome 🙏🏻🕊️
Common life is human and that is enough. A fine write Chic am learning more from your metaphor
Failure is the roadway to success. Cliché, absolutely. But, sometimes clichés are true, and I have found that to be true in my life. Risks bring about failure, and from that we learn and grow and, eventually, succeed (or move on to something we will succeed in, either way). This, my friend, is another spectacular set of sonnets and, did you mention mac-n-cheese? 😋🌹👏
Why, oh why has macaroni and cheese been haunting my days, weeks, hours now all year?! But as if it's the comfort food I've been wanting almost daily, I finally relented and tried to indulge. Thank you so very, very much!
I'm glad you did, my friend! That's a hard one to say no to! You are most welcome, Missy!
So yeah. Enjoy.
and yes, I most certainly did...as always.
This is disturbing....you actually know how to cull smiles and smirks. Dearest me. Thank you so very, very much, good Sir.
I have a penchant for 'odd lunches' especially so when prepared by a simple human, no airs or graces, just down to earth food - down to earth as are your splendid poems. Always a joy to read and learn.
All the very best to you,
Tony.
Oh, thank you very much, Sir.
Yes failure can lead to success but life without macaroni cheese, what is the world coming to!!!, enjoyed the reads
Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!
You are very welcome
Thanks a lot for the majestuous serenade !
My pleasure, truly. Thank you so very much for enjoying it.
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