Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Refuge

The starling through the storm does fly,

And knows it must find a safe place,

Or otherwise will surely die

From wrath of nature it does face.

Below, it sees buried in snow

The victim of some force ill done.

There lies the body of a doe,

But possibly a saving one.

Upon the doe, the starling lands,

And snuggles warm inside the fur.

And there the starling understands

Still dangerous to sleep for sure.

Through the storm the starling does stay

In the dead doe, then flies away.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Snowrella

Some fairy tales of maidens tell

Of getting a Prince in the end.

Snowrella hoped to do so well,

Because she had no human friend,

Living in the cold arctic north

Where animals were very few.

Not a single Prince had come forth,

Not the kind of weather to woo.

Both Cinderella and Snow White

Had been in warmer climates, so

Each landed her Prince with delight,

An end Snowrella would not know.

Snowrella's ending was not nice.

Without a Prince, she turned to ice.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Pessimist Jar

My wife calls me a pessimist.

I said I did not believe that.

To prove to me, she did insist,

That while in our habitat,

Instead of a swear jar I keep

A jar for negativity

To use unless I am asleep.

Each negative thought that does be

In my head, I need to place in

The jar a dollar for such thought.

This experiment did begin.

It told my wife it was for naught.

Just done it a minute so far,

But still half empty is the jar!

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Relieving in Santa

On Christmas Eve for centuries,

Santa has traveled the world wide.

Often he must feel ill at ease

During his oh so long a ride,

And all those milk and cookies that

Santa does through the night consume.

He has to pick some habitat

And visit the gentlemens' room.

Of course in modern day there be

Indoor plumbing many a place,

Convenient for Santa to pee,

Or take a dump as be the case.

When facilities are but few,

Sometimes an outhouse has to do.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Sorry, Santa

I wish Jesus Happy Birthday.

I hoped to have the barn alone,

To munch my manger full of hay,

Just relax in a chill out zone.

But my rancher, I overheard,

Expected to saddle me up,

And ride me to the cattle herd,

Sounds to me like a downer, yup!

And so I bucked my rancher off.

Not hurt he fell into the grass.

All his cussing did make him cough.

He left and I got a free pass.

I'm sorry, Santa that I be

A horse that's been very naughty.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Look But Don't Touch

We are a bunch of fir trees that

Have taken root along a lake,

Quite a picturesque habitat.

Humans on boat trips to us make.

And of course as humans will do,

Lots of pictures taken of us,

Just here, a guy in his canoe.

As long as there's no mess, no fuss.

We hope the humans come and go,

Viewing for beauty and not wood.

Humans are choppers, we do know.

We see an axe, and that's not good.

We guess we fir trees beckon all,

A kind of coniference call.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Showing Off

This cat is watching that dog go

Outside with the human kids to

Freeze all their butts off in the snow,

Not something that I'm apt to do.

Tiz the season of yuletide cheer,

Humans get all excited about,

And that dog sure likes to appear

In the spirit, but I do doubt

Whether that dog can really be

Anything other than be prone

To being a show off for me,

Hoping I will throw him a bone.

So out in the cold that dog is

Trying to show off hot dog biz.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

Go With the Wind

We are some wind turbines that be

Piercing the moors of England north,

Making clean electricity.

The pros and cons go back and forth.

Some say we are an ugly sight,

An eco - unfriendly group that

Brings to the neighborhood a blight

Upon natural habitat.

But others say we need to form

Across these moors where winds do blow,

To give to all a better norm

Of clean power to make stuff go.

Some locals take us very hard,

Want us but "not in my back yard."

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Elf and Owl

An owl was flying through the night

In winter time over some trees,

And down below did see a light,

So landed on a branch with ease,

To find an elf brewing some tea

Over a small fire he had lit.

When the elf spotted the owl, he

Asked the owl to please rest a bit.

What a polite elf, the owl thought,

And hooted out, "Yes, I sure will."

Soon the tea was ready and hot,

The elf brought forth two cups to fill.

The owl said, "No," and thanked the elf,

"I'm a coffee drinker myself."

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

To Earth for Christmas

The Purple People Eater came

From outer space back down to Earth,

This time at Christmas with the aim

Of getting a vacation's worth

Of eating purple people who

Were naughty ones on Santa's list.

First thing the alien did do

Was dance to rock and roll he'd missed.

Of course he danced to Christmas tune,

Hung jingle bells from his one horn,

Hoping naughty purple folks soon

Be under tree on Christmas morn.

The Purple People Eater, gee,

Did trim a purple Christmas tree!

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Statesmen?

Where have all the statesmen gone is

A question often asked today.

Leaders compete in power biz

And our state's in a bad way.

United Nations - that's a joke.

It's just a fancy address where

Words are spewed forth by show off folk.

Who can spew out the most hot air?

Pretending statesmen state their lies

To make their power all the more.

Underneath the "make peace" disguise

Is the macho truth to make war.

The world's in a bad state indeed,

Maybe more stateswomen we need!

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Cassandra

Cassandra, a princess of Troy,

Had divine gift of prophecy.

In the future she saw no joy.

The Greeks would come in victory.

But when Cassandra tried to warn

Her royal family of this threat.

They with all the Trojans did scorn

Her as a foolish girl beset

With attempting to put on airs

Of being better since she had

Chased God Apollo in affairs.

Troy in defeat - she must be mad!

Cassandra was correct of course,

Greeks attacked from the Trojan Horse.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Gift for Jesus

The young boy orphaned and alone

Does join the Magi caravan,

Following a star brightly shone

For a miracle for all man.

The Magi wise men, three of them,

Do take gifts for the newborn King

In a manger in Bethlehem.

The young boy's sad, he has nothing

But an old drum given him by

His parents in happier days.

And the young boy begins to cry,

So Mother Mary gives him praise.

For Jesus' birth, as his welcome,

The young boy gently plays his drum.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Crossed the Feline

Tiz the season for crazy stuff.

My humans went online and bought

Some gifts that should have been enough,

But Santa cap and beard I got.

Against my better judgement, I

Let my humans don them on me.

Some gay apparel? A far cry,

Very itchy the stuff did be.

I let my humans snap the phone

For one picture, then I did scat

To spread Xmas "cheer" on my own

For payback, I'm a clever cat.

As I made litter box withdraws,

I left a trail of "sandy claws."

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Lucky Me!

Early morning, still dark outside,

But moonlight shows there is fresh snow,

A beautiful sight to be eyed,

And realize that soon I'll go

To be the first to walk upon

The piles of white no other one

Has been like lucky me and gone

To be such first and have such fun.

So I dress appropriately

To go where no one's gone before,

Into new snow waiting for me.

My time has come, I'm out the door.

The first to walk in snow moonlit,

But now I have to shovel it.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Pilgrim Family

A pilgrim dad and pilgrim son

Out hunting in the countryside.

Dad shoots a turkey with his gun,

As his son watches him in pride.

Back to Plymouth the two do go,

And come across a pumpkin patch.

Dad tells his son that mom will know

To turn the gourd to pie from scratch.

So a big pumpkin the son picks.

The two continue on their way,

A lot of food for mom to fix

For feasting on Thanksgiving Day.

Native Americans watched them,

Unaware of coming mayhem.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Inner Sea

Sometimes the sea is oh so calm,

A time and place where I can float

Under the sunshine's soothing balm,

With gentle waves under the boat.

But then there comes the feeling that

This calm is just before some storm

To rock my peaceful habitat.

And sure enough the gray clouds form.

The rains do pour, the winds do blow.

The sea no longer is my friend.

I am afraid that I will go

Into despair to never end.

I am adrift in inner sea

Within mad mind that thinks for me.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 The Chair

For Christmas my mom-in-law came.

My wife and I got her a chair,

Expensive lounger of brand name,

Guaranteed against wear and tear.

There were pockets and holes so that

One could hear lots of stuff at hand,

Convenient in home habitat.

Mom-in-law thought that it was grand.

Into the plush seat she did sit,

Asked what all the buttons were for.

I said for varied feel goods, it

Included massage speeds galore.

"Electric," I said with a grin

And proceeded to plug it in.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Merry Pigs

Fred and Wilma down on the farm,

Pig siblings having yuletide fun,

Hamming it up with porkful fun,

Baconing to outdo each one.

Each is decked out in gay attire,

Wilma with jingle bells 'round neck,

Fred sweatered like a country squire.

It's cold outside, but what the heck!

Sis and bro be oinking it up,

Posing in snow in the pig yard

For Farmer Brown's photo op, yup,

To star in the holiday card.

Over the holidays no doubt

Fred and Wilma are pigging out.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Cookie Crumble

Cookie Monster, me do be called,

Long time star on Sesame Street.

Fellow cast members be appalled

At all the cookies me do eat.

"Me want cookie" me best catchphrase.

Me's given Miss Piggy a tip,

Upon her body me will graze

If covered in chocolate chip.

So me waited for her in bed.

She showed up but said not a word,

And Miss Piggy gave me instead

A mean scowl and flipped me the bird.

Miss Piggy no bedmate for sure.

Me don't share me cookies with her.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Moon Spy

Suspicious of the moon, the sun

Did send a spy in the disguise

Of a jester just out for fun,

And blowing bubbles otherwise.

The moon allowed this funny guy

To blow his bubbles filled with jest,

Not aware that he was a spy

On the moon at the sun's behest.

For the moon, the jester felt bad,

And told the moon his motive true,

Knowing the sun would be real mad,

But felt better that the moon knew.

"The sun sent you, but why in heaven?"

"Because I am Bubble Oh Seven."

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Santa Came Through

A Christmas I'll never forget

Came the year I was three years old.

Summer we'd lost the fam'ly pet,

Mike died, a Labrador so gold.

Mommy and Daddy were both sad.

They'd had Mike long before I came.

Of course I knew they both were glad

When my first word said was Mike's name.

When asked for Christmas what I'd like

I said maybe Santa Claus could

Bring us a reminder of Mike,

Such a present would be so good.

The best present ever could be,

A puppy for my family.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Campout

When I was age nine my dad did

Lead a scout troop and I was one.

I was an introverted kid.

Others seemed to have all the fun.

There was a camping trip that year.

To a nearby forest we went.

In the scout circle I would hear

The actor kid ham leaky tent,

The joker kid forget punchline,

A lot of laughter most did share

'Round the campfire and that was fine.

None seemed to notice I was there.

Years later I learned some scouts had

Been molested by my own dad.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Seduced

Deep in the woods my small hut is.

I have lived here for many years,

And mainly minding my own biz.

But then this young couple appears.

They say that they have gotten lost,

And would I be so kind as to

Let them rest some from their exhaust.

So what's an old lady to do!

I turned on my oven so that

More comfortable they would be,

Guests in my humble habitat.

Into the oven they pushed me.

As in the oven I do stew,

Hansel and Gretel - shame on you!

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Sighting

Within the cold and numbing womb

Is formed this one unique alone.

The freezing forces bring to bloom,

To birth this one of nature's own.

This one awaits with countless more

Till beckoned by an icy blast

To where this one's not been before.

In nature's way this one is cast

In chilled white that does now go free,

A whirling work of art so grand,

En route to final destiny,

When it is this one's time to land.

"Marge, a lovely is in your hair."

"A snowflake has just landed there."

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 "Shiver Me Timbers"

"Shiver Me Timbers" pirates said

In works of fiction in oath mock

When something weird happened that led

The pirates to a state of shock.

Based on real nautical slang that

Referred to wooden timbered ships

Which were the pirates' habitat.

The wood would "shiver" in bad tips.

Many a pirate also had

Need for a peg leg made of wood,

And sometimes when the ship rocked bad,

Overboard went the leg, not good!

Sunk below the cold ocean deep,

One more "shiver me timbers" "bleep."

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

Thanks But No Thanks, Patsy

Patsy Cline did sing to me of

Her choice of a man poor, not rich,

Who gave her roses with his love,

Memories of paradise which

She sang of with talented voice,

As being what was good for her.

But now that I will make that choice,

Patsy's advice, I'm not so sure.

I figure that the rich guy can

Buy all that I desire from him.

I can always pick a poor man

For a rosy fling on a whim.

Patsy may think that I am cold.

I'm gonna pick the rich man's gold. 

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Drizzle or Mist

Back in the old days of detente

With U.S.S.R. and U.S.,

My wife and I did take a jaunt

To vacation in Moscow, yes.

We found a fav'rite cabbie named

Rudolph who took us all around

For sightseeing the structures famed.

One day we were to hotel bound,

And outside it began to rain.

My wife asked if drizzle or mist.

I told her Rudolph would know plain.

We just need ask him for assist.

I whispered why in my wife's ear,

"Cuz Rudolph the Red knows rain, dear."

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Teddy Bear Christmas

The old man now lived all alone,

No one to spend his Christmas with.

In aging, his sadness had grown,

Santa, for him now just a myth.

Once he thought Santa Claus was real,

When a teddy bear came to be

A Christmas gift making him feel

The joy of sharing company.

But as the years did come and go,

A bitter man from happy boy,

And loneliness he came to know,

Having no heart for any joy.

Then Santa found somehow, somewhere

The old man's childhood teddy bear.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Altered

When I was single I did be

Irresponsibly juvenile.

My friends were worried about me,

Because of my reckless lifestyle.

I needed reason to change for

The better and act more adult.

I sought a soulmate more and more,

And found a gem as a result.

We dated for a while and then

A wedding happened one fine day.

My altered ego did begin,

As we walked in a loving way.

I'm better now and old friends know,

Altered thanks to altar ego.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 December Favorite Fruit

I'm a melon medium size,

Maybe up to ten inches long.

When ripened yellow, I'm a prize,

An when sliced, an aroma strong,

My flesh a sweet and fragrant scent.

And my taste a sugary sweet,

Popular at any event

Where the main purpose is to eat.

A good source of vitamin C

To keep a body in health well.

A famous name's given to me,

Cuz I'm oft served during noel.

A fav December fruit I be,

A Santa Claus melon is me.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Amethyst

Greek god of wine, Bacchus, did love

A lovely maiden, Amethyst,

Who feared for her chastity of

Bacchus' intent that did persist.

To Diana, goddess of chaste,

She prayed and was turned into stone

Of white, so Bacchus could not taste

Her charms and would leave her alone.

In humility or in spite,

Bacchus poured on this stone his wine,

Turned color to purple from white,

And ever so this stone would shine.

Diana let this hue change go,

Bacchus was her drunken half bro.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Fake Woke

To be "woke" is to be aware

That there be in all humankind

Hatred for others which some share

In common prejudicial mind.

The term began with racial hate,

But over decades has become

A catchall for the entire plate

Of any hatred to and from.

It's bad there's hate that's real enough,

But too often too many use

Some real hate to make up fake stuff,

The lies to win, the truth to lose.

Pushing fake woke, a lot of it

Pushed by big biz seeking profit.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Bookworm

College professors have their thing

Assigning loads of books to read

All of the time from fall through spring,

Sometimes even summer indeed.

And many of these books I note,

Big or little not cheap to buy,

That some of my professors wrote,

And must be read to satisfy

The requirements of must take class.

There are no shortcuts to be had,

Must read each book or will not pass,

And that would upset Mom and Dad.

So I crawl through these books this term,

Begrudgingly a good bookworm.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Cata"bore"acal

On the T.V. is the World Cup.

Some say soccer, some say football.

Lots of running and kicking, yup,

Don't really understand it all.

I just know that my household is

Glued to watching the darn T.V.,

Ignoring more important biz,

Like what is going on with me.

Humans do go crazy a lot.

I just know the attention that

I should be getting, I am not,

And that makes me one ticked off cat.

Kinda boring here in the house,

Think I'm gonna go kick the mouse.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Dworf

I am called Dworf, a spirit guard,

A Dworowy in Slavic lore,

Guarding the stuff in the farmyard,

Which is a never ending chore.

My fav'rite animal's a dog,

And I've got one who helps me here.

He's my buddy, I call him Dwog.

The two of us like to drink beer.

I don't like animals hued white,

And for the birds I have no love.

So for sure I am filled with spite

When anytime I see a dove.

Very envious I do be,

Find better farmyard, there goes me.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 I Feel So Grand

In an estate sale I was bought,

A piano, white baby grand,

By a caring Mama who sought

A gift for daughter second hand

Mama with daughter through the years

Enjoyed together music played,

Bringing them both laughter and tears

With all the sweet music they made.

It mattered not the wear and tear

Of my aging, they both kept on

Making best use of me to share

The joy until Mama was gone.

Daughter now grown and lovely be

Playing her sweet music with me.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Naughty Ghost

Twas the night before Xmas, I

Am waiting for Santa Claus to

Come to my haunt, the jolly guy.

Hanged myself and now a ghost, true!

Real naughty one before I died,

So Santa will probably give

Me a coal lump, so I decide

That Santa should no longer live.

In the chimney is gasoline,

I hear his famous, "Ho, Ho, Ho,"

And so I do fire up the scene,

And then hear Santa gasp, "Oh, No."

Santa yells, "You're a naughty ghost,"

As his chestnuts on fire do roast.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Good for Biz

Madam Cat and four of her kits

Are doing housecleaning chores that

Are required by Vegas permits

To keep legal their habitat.

Washing windows, bottom to top,

Madam's up on a ladder so

She can see that her kits don't stop

Doing their cleaning chores below.

Madam has the radio on,

Playing music for her kits to

Stay in rhythm phenomenon,

Doing jobs they're assigned to do.

In case a john might bring his spouse,

Madam Cat runs a clean cathouse.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Sunflower Bee

The sunflower bee I am named,

Because the sunflower sure is

The fav'rite bloom to which I'm aimed

To do favor for favor biz.

The sunflower nectar is tops

For taking lots back to the hive,

And while making one of my stops

To help the sunflower to thrive.

I take a bunch of pollen so

I can sow seeds along the ground,

As back to the hive I do go,

A win win bargain all around.

The sunflower knows I do be

Good news and always welcomes me.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Representation

Mammal, amphibian, reptile

And bird were invited so that

A picture taken could compile

Them in natural habitat.

Representing the four groups were

A cheetah, a frog and a snake.

Show of three parrots did occur.

They squawked "sorry" for count mistake.

An animal support group chose

To have representatives, five,

Of main animal groups to pose

To help all animals survive.

The four animal groups did wish

That soon would join them, the fifth - fish.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Shadow of Shame

Both 48 years old, my wife

And I took up boxing so that

It might excite our sex life,

Boring on the home habitat.

We bought the equipment and went

Down into the basement, just us,

By ourselves for this event.

We knew the kids would make a fuss.

My wife, I'd go easy on her,

Not be too macho for the bout.

This did turn out badly for sure,

Because my wife, she knocked me out.

So I shadow boxed secretly.

Even my shadow knocked out me.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 A Teaching Spider

"A Noiseless Patient Spider" is

A Walt Whitman poem in goal

Comparing a lone spider's biz

Web spinning to the human soul.

The spider in patient routine

Does quietly toss silken thread,

Catching the light of the still seen

Into world of unknown instead.

From inner self to outer sphere,

Until the web does take a shape,

And the spider knows faith not fear,

From all self doubt it can escape.

The human soul can likewise be,

Like spider's web spun faithfully.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Awkward

A teenage girl and I did land

A really sexy, cool boyfriend.

First time sex the two of us planned,

Reality, not just pretend.

We decided the time and place.

After school at his home would be

The come together to embrace

The doing of pure ecstasy.

Day came and after school we went

To his house, his parent's bedroom,

A fancy spread for this event.

But just one misgiving did loom.

I felt so awkward in the bed.

"Just ignore them," my boyfriend said.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

"Killer's Kiss"

Young Stanley Kubrick's second flick,

"Killer's Kiss" of crime film noir sort

Used quite well each low budget trick

To make the best of resource short.

Glass jawed boxer, Davey, does save

Neighbor dancer, Gloria, from

Abuse of her manager knave

By killing the villainous bum.

At first Kubrick wanted the plot

To end with ev'rybody dead,

But from the studio he got

A "No" and so recut instead.

Davey and Gloria in bliss,

With happy ending killer's kiss.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Can't Be Avoided

Late for the party, so I do

Take a shortcut through the town park,

Walk under the light poles, a few,

Because it's getting very dark.

A bit chilly, but dressed for that,

In my fav'rite color of brown,

Be boots and coat and dress and hat.

Party's for the mayor of the town.

But suddenly nature does call,

No facilities are close by.

I curse the timing of it all,

But need to answer where, not why.

I sure hope nobody does see

Me take a dump behind this tree.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Rearisen

We are some fir trees burned and bare

From fires that came through summertime,

Sad memories that we all share,

Victims of such human caused crime.

But now with winter we have some

Respite and protection to strive

For opportunity welcome

To gain needed strength to survive.

Cloaked in coldness of ice and snow,

We are hopeful of nature's grace

For destiny that we regrow,

Victory in this time and place.

Some fiery light and heat's begun,

But our friend, the rising sun.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Soldier's Photo

The soldier's photo's on the wall,

And it was taken just before

He did answer that duty call

By his nation to fight the war.

He was only age twenty two,

Leaving his same age wife behind,

Separations as many do

As demanded by humankind.

I see that photo each time I

Near the mantel of the fireplace.

Why did this soldier have to die?

I see some of me in his face.

This soldier's photo makes me sad

I never got to see my Dad.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Icebergs On Vacation

Mister and Missus Iceberg were

Concerned they had gained too much weight.

Lots of pressure on him and her,

And so the two did contemplate,

That while the Arctic was quite nice,

Perhaps a vacation south might

Give them the chance to drop some ice.

And so the two did set their sight,

And headed south in currents to

A warmer climate where to sun,

Gave opportunity to do

A loss of weight while having fun.

Vacation south went slimmingly

As the Icebergs thawed it could be.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Make My Mate Mind

Brainwashing does infuriate

Me when I try do it and fail,

Especially with my dear mate.

I keep trying to no avail.

I want my mate to think and act

The way I say my mate should be.

My lies should be taken as fact,

All naughty stuff allowed for me.

The sins and crimes that I commit,

I try to convince my mate that

I'm entitled to all of it.

Brainwashing, my mate does combat.

Never been brainwashed, I can say,

My mind gets dirtier each day.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Gild the Lily

I was stuck with an awful wife,

Sweet sounding Lily was her name,

Turned to hell our married life,

So unbearable she became.

She would not hear of a divorce.

Only death would two of us part.

I knew she told the truth of course,

So stabbed a knife into her heart.

In basement freezer in the night,

Stuck her body to keep it cold.

Then went on a drunken delight,

And spray painted her body gold.

To "gild the lily" some do say,

I gilded Lily my own way.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Together on Christmas

She was driving down a street, north.

He was driving up a street, east.

The intersection, both came forth.

For the moment their driving ceased.

A collision the two cars had.

But thankfully, no one was hurt.

The cars' damage was not too bad.

Both agreed, neither was alert.

Information was exchanged by

Each other, and neither one be

Too upset, and the reason why,

They hit it off apparently.

On Christmas Day, the morning of,

Mom and Dad hit and fell in love.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Red Chili Peppers

We be the chili peppers that

Be bicycled through village street

To place on doors of habitat

As a wreathed red symbol to greet

Any that may come by at night,

Planning to wreak havoc inside,

Causing inhabitants such fright.

So they be grateful we're supplied

By those who grow and harvest us,

And bring us by in timely mode

To ward off any nightly fuss

Of evil upon the abode.

We are protective where we stay.

Werewolves and vampires keep away.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Year of Leather

Leather does be the symbol of

One with third anniversary,

Because it should go hand in glove

That in that time one durably

Can look back over three years and

Find they became ruggedly rich,

Oneself to better understand,

Scratch answers to questioning itch.

Letting creativity fetch,

Through ups and downs, a sense of pride,

As out of boxes one does stretch,

Wearing a faith more fortified.

Hopefully feeling to be felt,

Three good years under leather belt.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 At the Hour of His Death

John Keats did leave his London home

When tuberculosis took hold.

Per doctors he did move to Rome,

Where his death warrant did unfold.

Forced to leave the love of his heart,

Letters from her he could not read.

He felt it best they stay apart,

A broken hearted pair indeed.

Coughing blood and covered in sweat,

In his last hour Keats did pray

To God to oh please not forget.

Quietly Keats did pass away.

To peace of death from pain alive,

John Keats passed at age twenty five.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Welcome Home

I am Shakespeare, the fam'ly cat.

Sweet Joy is coming home from school

For Christmas at home habitat.

I'm not too festive as a rule,

But I wanted to give to Joy

A warm homecoming when she saw

First thing her fav'rite fur ball boy,

See her look at me and gush "aww."

So up on the mantel I went,

As Joy's homecoming did begin,

Her coming through front door event,

Into her stocking I jumped in.

Shakespeare "to be or not to be,"

The "purr"fect stocking stuffer - me.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Aurora

Aurora, goddess of the dawn,

Would spend most nights in beds of men,

Thrusting her wiles and charms upon,

But then each morning once again

Leave Earth and fly across the sky,

Announcing her brother, the sun,

Was also rising to come by.

And when her announcement was done,

She'd seek again the mortal male

In passioned coupling to engage.

Youth was an important detail.

To bugs she'd turn men who did age.

So men, Aurora you may hold,

But know what happens getting old.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Good Visitor

Mister and Missus Snowy Owl

At home here in Lincoln Park Zoo,

Consider us as lucky fowl,

Because for some reason we do

Be haunted by a human ghost,

A young and lovely lady that

Appears late nights to let us host

Her in the outside habitat.

We do respect her privacy,

And so do not attempt to pry

Into her happening to be

Good visitor, we don't care why.

This lovely ghost is a delight

When she does visit us at night.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Oldest Love Poem

The oldest love poem is said

To have been written by a bride,

Apparently soon to be wed

And be a queen at her king's side,

The Sumerian king, Shu-Sin,

Who ruled in 2000's B.C.

"Bridegroom," the poem does begin.

No where is said "Your Majesty."

The fact this poem did survive

In tablet form through so much time

Has kept the verse debate alive

Whether or not poems should rhyme.

For this bride, for better or worse,

She chose to write love in free verse?

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Sitting Bull

I be a bull down on the Farm

Here at home in Lincoln Park Zoo.

With the ladies I've quite the charm,

Competing woos for me they moo.

Being a bull I need to eat

A lot of chow, what I don't need

In lots and huge piles I excrete,

Quite a mess to clean up, indeed.

So my keepers made a latrine

In the barn corner just for me,

Where I go and do my routine

With lots of b.s. there to be.

The Burger King as I am known,

And holding court upon my throne.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 "Harold and Maude"

'71 film, "Harold and Maude,"

A dark romantic comedy

Of a fall in love couple odd.

A young age 19 Harold does be,

While Maude is age 79.

A morbid hobby they do share -

Funerals, their attends align,

And they become a bonded pair.

Harold wants to marry Maude, instead

Turning 80 she does decide

Harold is better off with her dead,

And so Maude commits suicide.

Seems lack of comedy no doubt,

But watch the film and you'll find out.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Last Words

A hypochondriac I guess

Is an apt description of me.

I have been very healthy, yes,

But always worried what might be

Causing my latest ache and pain.

I go to Doc to check it out,

And Doc always tells me quite plain,

Nothing here to worry about.

But the older I get, I know

There will come a time when I die.

And I'm hoping that when I go,

A real fancy disease is why.

My epitaph that I will pick,

'Hey Doc, I told you I was sick."

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Maelstrom

In a strange house I find myself.

So looking for some food, I go.

In the dark I check out a shelf.

A door opens, a gust does blow.

Into a bathtub I do fall,

And I find it hard to get out.

The sides are so slippery all,

Just have to be patient no doubt.

Time goes by longer than I planned.

Then comes a new phenomenon.

I see above a human hand.

A blast of water is turned on.

Into drain maelstrom I'm swept there,

This spider not knowing to where.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 I'll Keep the Light On

I am a mushroom fungus that

Has sprouted from decaying wood,

Quite a dark and dank habitat,

But for me this location's good.

I have ability to glow,

A bioluminescent biz.

My enzymes with air make this so.

This natural reaction is

My way to get insects to call,

Attracted to my glowing light.

I am a welcome host to all,

Open during each day and night.

In turn the insects take my spore

And drop somewhere to make me more.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 On Sunday

I sit alone with sadness of

The news of distant tragedy,

Causing the loss of my dear love

Who'll never return home to me.

Then suddenly I hear a sound

And see a songbird landing near,

Sets a white rose upon the ground,

As though knowing that I am here,

And that each and ev'ry Sunday,

A white rose my dear love would bring

And give to me in heartfelt way.

To me, my dear love then would sing.

The songbird sings as I do take

The white rose for this Sunday's sake.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 The Grinch

The Dr. Seuss character known

As The Grinch who stole from Whoville

Christmas, but at the end was shown

That happy endings can and will

Happen as The Grinch changes from

A grump into a joyful guy,

And is in Whoville now welcome,

With Christmas cheer back in supply.

The films about The Grinch have been

Box office hits, each year rerun,

So soon will come a film again.

The Grinch returns as "The Mean One."

A horror remake of The Grinch,

A moneymaker, it's a cinch.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Peter the Martyr

Apostle Peter wavered in

Belief and faith in Jesus Christ.

Jesus forgave him of this sin,

Before God's son was sacrificed.

Peter then turned his life around,

And went to Rome with martyred goal,

Build Jesus' Church, which he did found,

Giving his body, mind and soul.

As Jesus foretold, Peter be

Condemned to crucifixion turn.

Peter  got immortality,

Nero fiddled while Rome did burn.

Peter did die by mortal fates,

Now in charge of the Pearly Gates.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Tunnel vision

Down a dark tunnel I do roam.

Had drank too much back at the bar.

Am in a hurry to get home,

Short cut through tunnel and less far.

Glad that the tunnel has no bend,

So I should see some light ahead

As I keep moving to the end.

I remember some quote that said

Like a dark tunnel life can be.

Keep moving to a better place

Where light at the end, one can see.

Somehow this doesn't fit my case.

Finally I can see the light,

Hear train whistle, all is not right.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Rhubarb Pie

I am called rhubarb and do be

A vegetable as classified

By those humans who study me

And stick label to be applied.

Many folks think I am a fruit

When tasting me as tarty sweet,

Usually in pie pursuit,

Mixed with lots of sugar to eat.

But my edible stalks, raw form,

Are very unappetizing,

And would be spit out in the norm

By a human upon chewing.

Don't sugar my leaves in a pie,

Poisonous to humans is why.

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 Solutions

When I am overwhelmed by all

That's happening on my outside

When only problems seem to call,

And I look for someplace to hide,

I flee at first inside my mind,

And listen to myself in fear.

But all that my fear lets me find

Is there are no solutions here.

It's when I seek within my heart,

I find the faith to pray to you,

And always that is just the start

Of solutions that I can do.

Thank God, I know that when I pray

You will help me to find my way.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Not Home for Christmas

I went on a December cruise,

Fell overboard and washed ashore

A desert isle with not a bruise,

Figured a long wait was in store.

Found enough to eat, fruit and all.

But no other humans around,

Because the island was quite small

And tropical in sight and sound.

I did what I thought I could do

To help rescue, wrote S.O.S.

In sand, and lit a bonfire too.

How long I'd be here, who could guess?

December 25th must be.

On the beach was a Christmas tree.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Smile of Revenge

My brother and I take a hike

Through the woods after having lunch

At a campsite that we do like

Get together for fam'ly bunch.

Mom and Dad told us to be sure

To be careful and not get lost.

My brother's kind of immature,

So I know their warning was tossed

To me to be the grown up one.

So off the two of us do go.

Actually the hike is fun.

And then nature called, I told Bro.

My Bro snapshot me at his doom,

Cuz this cave was my Ladies Room.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Teapot Repurposed

Grandma and Grandpa loved the sea.

When Grandpa died his ashes were

In this silver teapot to be

For daily sprinkling to occur,

By Grandma taking the pot to

Walk each day down by the seashore,

With pouring some ashes to strew,

A daily faithful loving chore,

Into the seawater so that

Over Grandma's remaining life,

Grandpa moved to sea habitat,

Someday to be joined by his wife.

Came the time after Grandma died,

She and Grandpa poured side by side.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Getting Up

"Don't anyone get up," I'd hear,

And remember that my Mom would

Say that loudly into my ear.

So getting up, I did get good.

Whenever I'd fall down, I thought

Of my Mom's urging to get up.

I do seem to fall down a lot,

But right back up, I do get, yup!

So here I was stopped in this town,

Remembering what Mom had said,

Kept getting up as I fell down,

But got a dif'rent take instead.

The cop was peeved and to me did say,

"Sobriety tests don't work that way."

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Fairies Scaries 

All tripped out enjoying my high,

With metal music blasting on,

I happened to glance in the sky

And saw a weird phenomenon.

A bunch of fairies wearing boots

Were up there flying through the air.

I figured that my drug pursuits

Had really started to impair

My eyesight, and so I went to

The doctor for a fix me cure,

Who told me that my plight was due

To over tripping out for sure.

Doc then turned in front of my eyes

A booted fairy - no surprise!

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Aura of the Sun

I sense the aura of the sun.

I feel the warmth and see the light

Making me feel a stronger one

As I journey into the night,

Which hopefully will bring me sleep,

Respite from current woes and ills.

But wish next morning I will keep

New promise that the sun fulfills.

That giant orb up in the sky

Has the aura for which I ache.

Awakening each new day, I

Make sense of the sun for my sake.

The aura of the sun does shine.

I wish each day to make it mine.