I mean it.
Don't Give Me That Look
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDXCVII)
Sweet gloaming, I caught sunset's blushing trail
To romance whileas blue heavns courted thence
The passage of today, discussing sense,
As we both wanted to quip "twilight'd hail,"
When twas not time, the slow dance to avail
Us of this moment and the term's defense,
What we'd been taught was ere, now bats wheel whence
We canna say, and shadows swallow bail.
And how the killdeer's haunting cries bestir!
Cobb salad long since now dispensed with to
Assuage my hunger, chix wrap sandwich fer
Is't later? Kale and cabbage salad too,
My raspb'rries died, and how the grapes as twere
Wear bloody pink, as LORD, we look to You.
03Aug25a
Oh yeah.
Tight-rope Dancing to No Applause
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDXCVIII)
We've honeydew and guacamole, whence
I can't wait to indulge, e'en that detail
Of mac-n-cheese, breads too, til to avail
Tugs on my sleeve, now antsying for defense,
And I pegged, was't tomorrow for that hence?
My head half spinning til I wonder, frail
Yet on scant sleep, caffeine likeas sheer bail
What renders life with just a touch of sense?
Send lo, a vid'o to my niece and her
Dear bro my nephew, getting back a few
Of him and their cute kitten, Peter's tour
Of cream the other day our spark to cue
This fun, and I've so much to write, is't poor?
Oh LORD, we wait on Thee, all, all of You.
03Aug25b
M'hm.
Oh Yes, We're Having Fun
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDXCIX)
Straight home ere sevn, the screen won't budge to scale
Whenas I try to leave for that defense
Known as Panera. What gives?! Dear me, whence?!
Begin the milk for Milo, that detail
So good, he wants t'indulge ere tis t'avail
Prepared, and does, to my chagrin, whilst thence
How Tigger bats his grapes into the what hence?!
The trash, then she and Peter chase one--bail?
So guess the bathroom antics are in tour
A game of yesteryear, whiles both will do
The thought good, reaching 'neath the door, as twere
In search of what? She joins me when on cue
I put boots on to leave, as if t'assure
Me I should stay. Oh LORD, we wait on You.
03Aug25c
Well?
Carpe Diem Is That, You Say?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDC)
The blue jay's call whenas I leave fr"intents
Panera, dove's call where I go t'avail
To my garage, whilst goldfinch' merry scale
Of chatter joins the sparrows', like to fence
My walk back home, the forest calling hence
Unto my soul where I pass through, the trail
Alive, and plover crying at night, detail
A world I love, the crickets singing, whence?
How Autumn trips as erst wont 'long in tour,
And I'm too busy, as I ever through
The years am, subtly changing aught as twere,
Til seems tis sleight of hand til all we knew
Is gone, and though I'm trying t'enjoy, bestir
Me now, how I fall short. LORD, I thank You.
03Aug25d
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: August 10th, 2025 09:29
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