Ahem.
Oops, Guess My Jaw Is Hanging
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCCLXIII)
Mists gird the hope of morning with a veil,
Swamp monsters rising from the hollows, dense
White leering at the slew of traffic hence
Whilst none e'en watches, lost upon the trail
To who knows whither, where I catch their tail
In passing who look blankly at me, whence
I revel in the sights, grass hoary thence
With dew like Summer's wont, as all'd avail.
Two seasons 'neath our belt and aught astir
Afore I realize, my head's spinning too
Fast now tis May, the sheer impatience poor
And left astonied in the warming view
As all we cherished traipses gaily fer
The moment ere we knew. LORD, we wait You.
06May25a
I never realized that's why we watched that stuff.
Of Carrot and Briar Patches, Eh?!
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCCLXIV)
If Looney Tunes' theme song's the soundtrack hence
For so much of our lives, Bugs Bunny's trail
To stardom or an early grave shan't fail
Thus either, right?! And Elmer Fudd owns sense
Enough to cream us all, cept we fr'intents
Escape to laugh; Brer Rabbit owning bail
Whilst laughing at Brer Fox who maunt avail
Him of his prey cuz we all have defense.
So we're both born and raised in what, as t'were?
A briar patch was our stomping grounds, else to
Be certain. that fox will reclaim us. We're
All children, only bigger now--is't true?
These fables trim the facts til we in tour
Can see to laugh?! Oh LORD, save us, won't You?
06May25b
Hmm.
Where You Never Belong?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCCLXV)
My brothers said "we're orphans now," sans bail
Whenas our father died, and thus I watch from hence
The seasons pass, a stranger with a sense
I don't belong, these blue skies clouds detail
In brilliant white like cotton fluffs t'avail
Which wound? look down on deep green lawns whilst scents
Waft on the playful winds, and songs trim thence
The thought of yonder: Summer rules the trail.
Leaves whisper of beyond, mists cleared in tour
Now's nearly noon, and don't ask what's to do.
This tent called "life" no longer tethered, we're
Free, yet too heavy for aught wind. Where to?
How shadows play across the face as t'were
Of day where, LORD, we wait anon for You.
06May25c
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
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Comments5
“What’s up, Doc?” was my dad’s fave line. My bro said the same about us being orphans now when dad passed. Something curious about pop culture and the way it influences the masses. Or I’m just reading into things….. again! 🙏🏻🕊️
Thank you, thank you, thank you!!! You're all so awesome!!! "Eh, what's up, Doc?!" Indeed!
We all enjoyed and that’s something 🙏🏻🕊️
Such a vision you paint in the first misty and yet well defined. The second memories of childhood and my favorite cartoons bugs and then rabbit and fox in the briar patch. The third reminds me I am an orphan as well and am ahead of you in the twilight and winter of my life. Nicely written Chic
Happy and sad feelings in these writes, evoking memories good and bad, nicely expressed and written
Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!!
You are very welcome
Excellent work.
Thank you.
Fine words, some powerful pieces as always, Missy.
Thank you very much, Tom! You're too kind. I'm very glad to see you back.
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