Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 In the Water

The powers that be want to stay

In power so do seek the goal,

Over powerless masses they

Can exact complete mind control.

We the people must think that we

Are supporting the right and good

Against the wrong and bad that be

Trying to harm us if they could.

So how and what we think is known

By the powers that be as prime

To having no real thoughts our own,

And stay powerless all the time.

Brainwashing how and what we think,

It's in the water that we drink.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Return

I checked into Hazbin Hotel,

Charlie Morningstar's V.I.P.

Brief stopover to heaven from hell,

Rehabilitated to be.

Hotel manager, Charlie, got

Heaven to agree to forgive

Me for prior sinning a lot,

And return to heaven to live.

It really is all just a ploy

For me to arise from my fall.

Getting revenge I will enjoy,

And punish heaven, one and all.

To heaven for surprise attack,

I, Lucifer, will soon be back.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Found and Lost

Little Jackie Paper found me

When just a baby dragon, I

Let Jackie take me by the sea.

Because I oft blew smoke was why

Little Jackie did call me Puff.

And best of playmates we two were.

The two of us did share enough

Best fun in time and place for sure.

The togetherness that we had

I thought forever would go on.

But then did come that day so sad,

Little Jackie Paper was gone.

Big Jackie Paper now all grown

Left me by the sea all alone.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Slay Say

St. George slew the dragon be told

By the humans for centuries.

The dragon slew St. George, an old

Tale 'tween dragons shooting the breeze.

So the real truth of who was slain,

Just St. George and the dragon know.

But most likely none will obtain

From either the truthful info.

The dragon and St. George agreed

To let each of their kind do tell

Which one did do the slaying deed.

For both, this seemed to work out well.

Over tea and biscuits the two

Oft reminisce of who slew who.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 A Priceless Gift

Sitting alone on a bench, I

Waited for the bus now quite late.

Every few minutes I would sigh,

Bemoaning my unlucky fate.

A car passed in this time and place.

In the back window a young girl,

We shared a moment face to face.

I noticed she had not a curl,

Hairless most likely because of

Treatment for some cancer she had.

For that moment I felt her love.

My outlook turned to good from bad.

A gift to me from this young child,

Who passing by me waved and smiled.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Yoga Mates

Granny does yoga to stay fit,

Doing it with her dog, Danny,

Who knows it is of benefit

For body and mind of Granny.

The two have matching blue mats that

Are set on the lawn side by side,

Upon which the two work out at

Positioning in stretching stride.

Yoga helps Danny to stay lean,

Granny's vim and vigor restores

Doing daily yoga routine,

And finishing up on all fours.

After the two have done their stretch,

They will go play a game of fetch.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Tortoise to My Rescue

His name is Jack, my name is Jill.

To fetch a pail of water, we

Did have to climb up a steep hill.

Jack with pail started down, but he

Stumbled and down the hill he fell.

All bruised and battered poor Jack was.

Jack certainly did not look well.

I was very concerned becuz

Back down that hill I had to go.

Soon after though my calm restored.

My green knight, a tortoise, did show,

Inviting me to jump aboard.

I'm riding my tortoise downhill,

Slow go so we don't take a spill.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Another Self Portrait

Another self portrait of me

Painted in 1889.

Somewhat different it did be.

I was without an ear of mine,

Which with a razor I'd sliced off.

So with a bandage covered up

And portrait showed no bloody trough,

Thus needing lots of red paint, yup.

The bandage covered half my face.

As being winter I did wear

A blue fur cap to keep in place

That bandage, a reminder there.

No severed ear portrait pursuit,

I gave it to a prostitute.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Dressed for Breakfast

The early bird catches the worm.

How 'bout the early dragonfly?

Well, this dragonfly can affirm

Early morn there's a good supply

Of insects crawling on the plants.

And insects are what I do eat.

So it's not just by happenstance

That on a plant's planted my feet

At break of dawn for breakfast time,

As unsuspecting bugs come to

My jaws, and sunlight shows that I'm

Glistening in early morn dew.

Early mornings are good times when 

Lots of tasty bugs "dew drop" in.