Ergo, enjoy.
I've Nary Photos, Only THIS
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCLI)
If home is sipping Barry's, which detail
Is watching cats eat from your hand, brie thence
Shared twixt the three of you? The same. Defense
For dreams where all could be likeas t'avail
Half perfect is't? So Tigger is, to scale,
Up in my lap, and oh! with Peter hence
Down at my side, they must take turns fr'intents,
Her pawing at me for hers down the trail.
They're way too cute, this time so sweet in tour,
Could there be such a thing as home when through
Death you've been exiled, this seems as it were
'Bout there. Craft breakfast: eggs, brioche toast too,
Canad'an bacon, canteloupe diced fer
Fresh fruit; and they'll indulge, LORD, all of You.
19Aug25a
I just don't think it's working...
I'll Pretend I Do Not Know
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCLII)
I like this hot dawgs in the buns whose dense
Bulk was for brats, like two joys in t'avail
One hand, baked beans, potato chips' detail
Upon the side, we'll watch more flicks to thence
Pass time, the fact that Peter's so fr'intents
Determined to splash water from, sans bail,
Their bowl what causes Cynthia laughter, frail
As all my suff'rings where I've no defense.
I mean, step in the kitchen, then out fer
A moment, and he dashes in to view
The scene, like it's a game I'm losing. Were
There hope or aught solution, what's to do?!
Online they will assure you that's life, poor
As wooden floors, wet towels, despair, and You.
19Aug25b
...erm, birthday.
I Was Blonde Until My Sixth
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCLIII)
Be still. Don't tell me YouTube knows t'avail
Me of these actors, off'ring flicks I thence
Cannot resist. How he's not Amish, hence
A carpenter, and then we'll leave sans bail
That fine pretense and make him doctor, hail
Her as an actress, Pennsylvania whence
She's from, real'ty show her gig for sense,
And I prefer her blonde for aught detail.
If only life could be so grand as twere.
This incognito thing unveiled ere due
In ev'ry movie was't? Love haunts in tour
'Round ev'ry corner, begging chance tae woo.
Romance successful by the credits, poor
As all I've known, oh LORD, I wait for You.
19Aug25c
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Author:
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Another good threesome. Funny how women tend to dye their hair blond when they pass a certain age, is it a fond memory of youth when their hair was lighter? Nicely done Chic
That moment with Tigger in your lap and Peter at your side...pure love. You caught the sweetness of that perfectly, my friend. A great tryptic of sonnets, dearest sonneteer of serenity.🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you so, so very much!!!
You are most welcome, Missy!
I forgot what I was gonna tell ya. Me mind went blank - no change there then! lol.
I'll send Tigger to scout about and see whether she can't rustle up some cents. Peter will be in her rear and I'm not promising Fido will be exempt.
You know full well you can beat an egg .. but you just can't beat a full English .. I'm sure your pussy's would love one too with a a big mug of Builders tea on the side 🙂
Aha. Thank you so very much!!!
Your poem explores the concept of home as a place of comfort and joy, filled with simple pleasures and the companionship of beloved pets. It reflects on how these moments can create a sense of belonging, even in the face of loss or exile. I really enjoy the read, Missy
Honestly my dear friend, that's what home was in my mind. Thank you for understanding and for your sweet comment.
well done..enjoyed
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