Prolly never.
Will I Know Better Later, Eh?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCLXVI)
Think I am good...until three miles fr'intents
From home, nor's walking two blocks back avail.
Drag me inside, change to my clothes, and fail
At further. Crashing on the couch, ah, whence?
I'm gone for oer an hour. Then wash from hence
Their bowls, refill, crash on the couch. I'm frail.
He's up, so craft our breakfast of, to scale,
French toast 'gain on Brioche bread, like's defense.
Canad'an bacon warms on what as twere
Is scrambled eggs, and breakfast's served anew.
Put Tigger's brand new collar on, and her
Attempts to take it off won't ever do.
Shall I try Peter now? No, later. Stir
A four-hour nap, where LORD, I wait on You.
23Aug25a
It is.
This Is Why I Don't Write
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCLXVII)
How Autumn filters through the hours to scale,
From stormy racks in greyish clusters dense
With import, to the watzing droplets hence,
Blue skies with glorious light where aught detail
Is glowing whilst the shadows haunt in frail
But certain measures, I am in defense
Aware and watching, yet all's slipping thence
Betwixt my fingers til, what shall avail?
Lo, now I've cats, not kittens, really, her
And him nigh six months old now that the view
Is wrapping up this year, some leaves astir
Nor green up north, but red, we'll swear I knew
But owned scant time t'indulge, though that is poor.
Oh LORD, fill my mouth with Thy praise, of You.
23Aug25b
somewhere nobody finds.
I'll Echo Piglet and Go Where?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCLXVIII)
I guess my neighbors think I'm crazy, whence
The ladies will not spare a word t'avail,
Their husbands patronizing me sans bail,
As if that is politeness and good sense.
Is't cuz I am not married? Where's defense?
Tis why I do not care for church' detail
Nor other social venues with aught. They'll
Be high and mighty in their grand pretense.
I'll be myself, assure ye tis Fall, poor
As all the lies they taught us in review
In school. I know I'm right. The world in tour
Proves what dear Shakespeare noted simply to
His friend four hundred years 'go. So, demur
Me proudly. LORD, why can't I be with You?
23Aug25c
La dee dah.
Funny, This Time 'Round I'm Fifty
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCLXIX)
Watch, as grey shadows stretch their lengths sans bail
Across the glowing lawns yet green, suspense
Upon its honour with no comment thence,
Skies deeply blue, the light half haunted, hale
Yet with a tinge of Autumn's shadowed trail
I maunt ignore within its eye as whence
Draws up plans for the night and morrow hence,
These hours til then where I ask what'd avail.
I guess I want to wander through in tour
The forest, heark'ning to aught murmur 'new,
Nor ever leave its sweet embrace til as twere
It snows. For now I must content me to
Drive through for werk. So, let me watch, bestir
Dreams, and wait, LORD, in patience for but You.
23Aug25d
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: *there IS a method to my madness, as the saying goes* Enjoy?!
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Comments2
Another set of fun reads that asks the question and answers it. Be glad of being chased and glad of being fifty it could be sixty or seventy or even eighty well age doesn't matter it is the health and spirit that count
Autumn will be upon us with shorter days, chill in the air, comfort foods and breathtaking colors of the forests. Such lovely verse to welcome it.
Thank you so very much!
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