...because, well, you know.
Say "Whadya Know?" Like That Will Do
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCCLXXIV)
How robins sing, and plovers cry from hence,
Whilst sparrows gaily chatter, blue skies hale
Sans blot or cloud it seems, grass to avail
Both very green and trimmed, like for intents,
A faded, checkered flag winds ply from thence
Forever waving or half limp, calm silence frail
Yet quite alive where none stir, aught detail
In something of a slow waltz sans pretense.
Chill airs fade in the sun's keen eye as t'were,
Heat lately forecast like May ever knew.
Ope first a window, then the door in tour,
And find relief in cooling breezes through
The latter, as this silence begs fer
Amusement where, oh LORD, I wait for You.
10May25a
What would you choose?
And If You Had the Choice
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCCLXXV)
Alas? I'm having too much fun, sans bail?
Tis only half past nine, my salad dense
With import as a "kit," late mixt up, whence?
But oh! tis tasty as the golden light's detail
Bathes all in warmth, and songs flit through t'avail
These quiet 'scapes where calm rules with a sense
Of rest in tow despite the clock, defense
Enow, methinks, whilst shadows wait, or fail.
With blue cheese dressing and six veggies, we're
Non' rolling, and in style! The bathroom's cue
Smells like an outhouse, but though that is poor,
Who can howl whilst songs trim this sunwashed view?
Fill our mouths with Thy praise, oh LORD, and stir
Us to see far off now, and to wait You.
10May25b
...too much? Don't say so.
Just Thinking, Perhaps A Tad
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCCLXXVI)
I'd coffee in a tea cup ere dawn, whence
Tea-lem'nade in day's early hours' detail,
That should suffice for my caffeine, t'avail,
My schedule with a double, I've defense
On all counts, seems. One hour twixt shifts fr'intents,
Could hit the car wash on my way like bail
For my subscription, and how naught would fail,
Today so lonely for all that from hence.
Watch highway traffic madly race as t'were,
And shadows grow from almost nothing to
Grey, slender lengths that swalllow up in tour
All that we'd known. Think 'gain of home--tears too
Erm, freely come, yet none are watching. Poor
As Mother's Day sans, and long hours, what's true?
10May25c
-
Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 26th, 2025 09:36
- Comment from author about the poem: After that... enjoy?!
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 7
- Users favorite of this poem: Poetic Licence, Tristan Robert Lange
Offline)
Comments3
Bathroom smelling like an outhouse, that's not good, as instructed enjoyed the reads
Thank you, thank you, thank you!!! Yep, it wasn't good but the day proved lovely despite aught to the contrary. You're too kind. Thank you again so much!
You are very welcome
A very nicely imaged party. I at first thought that it being Memorial Day that the friend was a war victim. None the less a great read Chic.
Enjoyed! Glad you could...ehem...enjoy the day despite the foul odor afoot. Well done, my friend! 🌹👏
Thank you so very much!!!
You are very welcome, my friend!
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.