What a funny sight.
Guess the Party's...in the Trash
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCDXCIX)
Tis oer. How blue and pink balloons' detail
Spills frae the dumpster's mouth, escaping thence
To wind about a post and pop fr'intents
Likeas a gunshot in the calm, like, bail
Foresworn, what's left but to expire? Avail
Ourselves of hope...elsewhere, as lo, pretense
Laughs far too loudly oer our dreams of whence,
As if to triumph in our loss, gone stale.
Kit Marlowe drew up fiction on as twere
The facts, til faux now waxes thin; more true
Tales never were discussed 'cept here in tour,
Where we shall parse what truly was, that through
The sheer rehashing we might learn, demur
Hell's old enticements, and, oh LORD, seek You.
29Jun25a
You know?
I've Got Really Nice Neighbors, Y'Know?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCD)
If Friday night owned pure enchantment, whence?
But Saturday still felt it, whilst t'avail
The soul of aught now's Sunday lacks all bail,
Til I half feel like I'd stay home, if thence
My soul could relish tender rest from hence
And be restored; yet work demands I trail
Off where winds ply the trees to whisp'ring; they'll
Know more than most at this rate, sans pretense.
What meant my neighbors, saying to me in tour,
"We see you go past all the time--" Tis true,
Yet what does that mean? Or the one as twere
Who said, "It's good to see your smile." Go to,
I'm not invis'ble. Yet what is't? Bestir
What by these comments? LORD, how I need You.
29Jun25b
M'hm.
All In a Trice, I Guess
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDI)
Nose in a fav'rite novel to avail
The wasting time, head full of fancies dense
With import, how the kittens wake me thence
By half this morning, with "meows" detail
For lack of timing? Clean their bowls and hail
Fresh water and fresh food 'cept what, from hence?
It spills, and Tigger checks it out fr'intents,
I on my hands and knees to salvage bail.
Put on the kettle after to bestir
Good sense is't? in a cuppa, finding too
We've camembert. So, Barry's and in tour
A wedge of that, I've twa bites ere the two
Take oer when I leave for the washroom. Were
There grander feast? They're satisfied. What's new?
30Jun25a
"But of course, here you go. Enjoy."
Hand Me the Camembert, Will You?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDII)
It was not "Fancy Feast," but what, from thence?
A wedge of Camembert. With that detail
Quite neatly polished off, oh how to scale
They clean their faces! How their toys fr'intents
Lie...on my bed, and in the kitchen, whence
Leave one, and toss the next like to avail
Them elsewhere. Meantime, find we've got rolls, bail
For cheesy scrambled eggs, methinks, for sense.
Canadian bacon too?! Oh this as t'were
Is fun indeed! With porridge oh! the'ado
Takes off and we are rolling in a tour
Of fun treats. Then off to Panera to
Grab pom'gran'te hib'scus tea..I'll late bestir
The Spy to finish, and LORD, we need You.
30Jun25b
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: FYI I never ever title sonnets before they're written, however that first one was titled before it was penned, and very hastily scribbled once titled. Enjoy?!
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Comments5
Daily life and now the party is over, but not really. I know that feeling when all the preparations are in the trash and the event has past. Back to normal after a bit of repose. Well done Chic
BRAVO
Thank you!
After a good party there is always a bit of a flat feeling, enjoyed the reads
Thank you, thank you, thank you!
You are very welcome
I have only just begun to accept solids & you have worked wonders for my appetite .. Bless you and your pen Missy .. Neville
Aww, well, I'm a bit sweaty at the moment, having just finished preparing a fresh batch of breakfast hash, if you want a hearty bowlful. That aside, thank you, thank you, thank you!!!!!
Ahh, my dearest Missy—the Sage of Sonnets, the Panera Prophet, the Camembert Queen! 😄 You never fail to weave the ordinary into lyrical little whirlwinds. These four? A feast...and you know I am a foodie! From dumpster drama to feline feasts, every turn carries your signature wit and weight. And that ever-present sigh toward the Divine…yes. Yes, my friend. A must fave! 🌹👏
Aww, thank you so very much!!!
You are most welcome!
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