But I say, the cat had nine lives.
...And Curiosity Killed the Cat Folk Say
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDLII)
Fun's where you find it: at dawn whilst pink's sense
Of romance mingles with soft mists' detail
And lingers in the distance on aught, hale
In beauty, where calm simply waits, suspense
What leaves me antsy, sliding craz'ly thence
Within my seat cuz: why not, eh? Avail
Me of this minute whilst I've chance t'inhale,
To breathe, and watch dawn now unfold fr'intents.
Now in this fragile moment, as I in tour
Watch one soul struggle, to succeed, as blue
Heavns yet are veiled by vaprous clouds none stir,
And I am starving, oh! Tis Monday. Do
Up plans and I've but few. July's demure
In waning. LORD, Thy mercies ever new.
21Jul25a
...too much milk.
...Only, I Don't Drink Lattes
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDLIII)
Ha! Starbucks knows when Autumn's here, though they'll
Deny it, I am sure, where pumpkin thence
Spice latte shall return. We feel it hence
Within our bones; the light swears too; leaves hail
It, turning red e'en now, grass looking frail,
And I want to wear plaid henceforth, its sense
Of lo, my fav'rite season all fr'intents
I would embrace, if only givn t'avail.
The kittens bounce 'round off the walls as twere,
Nor could deny my showr, although the two
Sure tried when I got home this morning, poor
As all the fun and games. And Starbucks' cue
Is "pick which one for extra stars" in tour,
Til oh! LORD, save us now, Thy mercies new.
21Jul25b
Flan, not fur.
At Least It's Not Faux Fur, You Know?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDLIV)
Faux flan of more than half the gallon hence
Of milk, tis still too hot tonight t'avail
Us. And July is ice cream month; regale
Our dinner with black walnut ice cream thence,
And that is dec'dent., likeas in defense.
Why on these days I'm lacking sleep's detail
Am I in bed late, eh? Flan cooled in frail
Excuse by then, refrig'rate for good sense.
How neither Peter nor sweet Tigger stir
But to beg when I'm heading off as due
For bed. Guess nights will be quite lonely fer
All that now we have our routines. I do
Miss their sweet comp'ny. Oh well. Is that poor?
Oh LORD, restore our souls, for we wait You.
21Jul25c
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
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My father always said that curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction revived it. As for the food you are making me hungry again Chic and I'll take a latte please. Good write
I have never heard of black walnut ice cream, nice to see there settling into a routine now, enjoyed the reads
Yeah, having mistakenly thought I'd found two little pints of vanilla ice cream marked down, when I went to serve it, I discovered twas rather black walnut, and very tasty at that. Yes, we're all settling into our routines, I guess. Thank you so very much!
You are very welcome
Love it
Why, thank you!!!
You're welcome
Superbly rendered.
Why, thank you, Sir.
Nicely said, I had Ice cream for lunch, never heard of Black walnut, it's so hot here!
Well, now there's two of you commentators mentioning the ignorance of such a decadent treat, argh! How you both make me wish impossibly to serve you up a cold, delicious dish of the same! New York seems to have everything, maybe, surely you'll find a pint or gallon of it there. I certainly hope you can and do. It's hot here likewise, the AC keeps going off, and I can't be thankful enough for that mercy. Ice cream for lunch, eh? What flavor? You remind me of my best friend who casually [and famously at that] polished off a half gallon of vanilla ice cream for breakfast, that same half gallon I'd reserved and left in her freezer overnight against black cows the next evening we'd a chance. How funny! Thank you very much for sharing!!!
I'm probably sure I could if I were in New York, but my dear sweet friend, I live further from New York than I wish I did. Now I'm further south, on the east coast of Florida, where it's hot as hell.
Yikes! I only spent 6 months in Florida, and swore I hated the state and its culture. I dearly hope you have AC, else I can't imagine how you survive. Thank you again.
Hey! You're in Florida...do you have an opinion on the company/brand Natural Life? I rather like their styles and fashions.
These playful sonnets transform dawn light, pumpkin-spice cravings, and creamy flan into gentle moments of worship, reminding us that mercy waits in the smallest rituals. Keep turning everyday details into poetry; each line written/spoken out is another chance to celebrate hope and grace. 🕊️🙏🏻
How very, very beautiful and so deliciously poetic, taking my breath away. Thank you so, so very much!!!
Most welcome 🕊️🙏🏻
Missy, from the lattes to the ice cream to the devotion-like cadence, your sonnets always prove to be heavenly, or so my stomach keeps telling me. 🤣 Each sonnet rocked and made me salivate (I mean, black walnut ice cream...I'm so there). Thoroughly enjoyed, my friend. 🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Dang! All of you-- argh!!! Now I badly want to have a poetry party and to dish up a frosty bowl of black walnut ice cream to each of you!!! Why must I only wish?! Thank you so, so very much, you're too sweet.
Oooh! Did I say I’m there? 🤣You are most welcome, my friend.
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