Sense Sonnet - Acher

 A Meal Appeal

This nut just knew that I would be

An easy target to aim at,

After I fell out of my tree,

Bare ground now my new habitat.

I know this is Mom Nature's way

That some of us nuts be consumed.

And so I just wait for that day

When ill fate comes, and I be doomed.

I did not have too long to wait,

Might as well accept it because

Toward me comes my bushy tailed fate,

And grabs me 'twixt and 'tween both paws.

Maybe this squirrel will throw me back,

Cuz I am one hard nut to crack.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Your Alligator Shoes

I saw you come walking toward me.

Fancy alligator shoes, you

Wore were first of you I did see,

And the old instincts in me grew,

That you and I were gonna meet,

And one of us the blues would get.

I started with your well shoed feet.

More I went up, more you did fret,

As more and more of you went down,

Till just your head left after while.

Upon your face a real sad frown,

Upon my face a happy smile.

And then this crocodile did choose

To wear your alligator shoes.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Missed the Call

A young Viking warrior, I fight

In battle every night and day,

Because the only way I might

Join Valhalla is die this way.

When I'm so dead, the Valkyries,

Maidens divine of Odin great,

Will take me to join destinies

Of warriors who pray for this fate.

After a battle I feast with

My kind, we sing and dance and joke.

I eat and drink with kin and kith,

But on a piece of meat I choke.

To Valhalla will not go I,

For in battle I did not die.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Body of Evidence

As I was walking home from school,

He stopped and pulled me in his car,

Threatening me with words so cruel.

Drove me to a forest not far,

Then awful things to me he did.

At last he strangled me to death.

I looked at myself, just a kid,

So terrified to my last breath.

He dragged my body into trees,

And around me he set a fire,

Hoping to put his mind at ease,

Burned evidence be his desire.

My body floats to where cops be,

My killer's DNA on me.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 "Ex"tra Star Gazing

My ex became my ex when she

Looked to the stars and saw divorce.

Her love was for astrology.

So I cheated on her of course.

As a result the court gave her

The house and most assets I had.

Her departing words to me were

The stars told her that I was bad.

For my ex I decided that

She should always have stars to view

Whenever in home habitat.

'Twas the very least I could do.

Into star signs my ex is grooved,

And so I had her roof removed.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Bad Day at Work

Robot had a hard day at work.

Its staff had fallen way behind.

Humans made errors that did irk

Robot having a perfect mind.

Each hour passing, Robot got

More and more tense, more errors made.

End of day, errors were a lot.

Just more tension if Robot stayed.

Work had fallen behind too far.

To catch up now, there was no way.

So Robot went to nearby bar.

Tomorrow would be another day.

Robot needed to loosen up,

So ordered a screwdriver, yup!

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 National Bobblehead Day

Bobblehead, a small figurine,

From inside the body, a spring

Holds to the head which can be seen

To "bobble" with any tapping.

Earliest known bobblehead was

Of Buddha centuries ago.

A fifteen foot St. Bernard does,

Guinness says, be largest to show.

Very popular in all sports,

The ever growing demand is

Now all categories and sorts.

The bobblehead's become big biz.

National Bobblehead Day be

Seventh of each January.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Look at Those Legs!

I knew I was in trouble when

The shadow came from overhead,

And a hungry owl appeared then.

Talons just missed making me dead.

Missing its mark, the owl hit ground,

Looked mad, stood as tall as it could

On thin, long legs and looked around.

But I stayed real still as I should.

First time I'd seen an owl stand on

Its legs, looking like stilts to me.

Then that owl flew up and was gone.

Very relieved this mouse did be.

From safe underground where I'd run,

Looking at that owl's legs was fun.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Thank You Sally, For Your Service

Boston Light, the first lighthouse in

The U.S., then still colonies,

And lighthouse keeping did begin,

Manned by men as such employees,

Until the year two thousand three,

When Sally Snowman became last

Boston Light lighthouse keeper, she.

Automated, the torch had passed.

For twenty years Sally was part

Of this lighthouse on its small isle,

Doing her job with loving heart,

Lighting up others with her smile.

Twenty twenty three at year end,

Sally retired, yet keeps her friend.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Fried "Eggs"ample

The wife was frying eggs for me

For breakfast thought I'd have some fun.

"Careful, more butter there should be."

"Careful, they're sticking one by one."

"Careful, I think you need more salt."

"And butter, eggs are still sticking."

"If they're ruined, it is your fault."

"I don't think you are listening."

The wife stared at me at did shout,

"Don't tell me on how eggs to fry."

"Do it yourself or go without."

I smiled and calmly did reply,

"Just giving you example of"

"Hearing you when I'm driving, Love."

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 More Miami Vice

New Year's Day, a Miami mall,

A large scale disturbance broke out,

Resulting in a police call.

Used to this sort of stuff no doubt,

An alien invasion was

What police were told to expect.

Such widely reported becuz

Of mass hysteria effect

Of many seeing unexplained

Hovering tall shadowy things.

Turned out to be just young lame brained,

Still hopped up with celebrating.

Police determined this to be

Group juvenile delinquency.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Habit He Had

"The Horse You Came In On" saloon

In old Fell's Point in Baltimore,

He found it very opportune

At "The Horse" lots of drinks to pour

Down his throat and same time did write

Poems and stories of type and plot,

Macabre and sad, throughout the night.

He drank and wrote and both a lot.

Quite late one night he left "The Horse,"

Passed out, others found him outside.

In a hospital in short course,

Somewhat mysteriously he died.

Back to "The Horse" he had to go,

The ghost of Edgar Allan Poe.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Prince Albert Victor

Prince Albert Victor was best known

As the troubled royal of the time,

Second in line to British throne.

He was accused of gruesome crime,

Of being Jack the Ripper real,

Serial killer never caught.

He had critics at Court with zeal

Who claimed he was this Jack so sought.

But his defenders said no way

Was he ever in London town

With his bad habits on display

When any Jack killings went down.

Hearing her grandson be accused,

Queen Victoria, not amused.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 My Tonsil Transfer

When I was five, sore throat I got.

Mom and Dad took me to see Doc.

I wasn't one to gripe a lot,

But my throat hurt when I would talk.

Doc said my tonsils were to blame.

I'd need to have them taken out.

In the hospital, out they came.

But still my throat was sore no doubt.

Doc told me in a week or so

I'd be fine, and then a sweet dream,

All the adults said yes not no

To my eating loads of ice cream.

Still have my tonsils and they are

Kept preserved in a mason jar.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Prepare for Battle

The War Chief holds the skull in hand,

Then lets it fall upon the ground,

To prepare for next battle and

The War Chief dances all around

The skull of one the War Chief killed,

The foe leader of battle past.

The War Chief prays fate be fulfilled

That in next battle will be cast

Good omens that the War Chief win,

Leading his warriors in the fight,

And take another skull again.

From the skull he scoops war paint, white.

The War Chief paints his face to be

The skull of fallen enemy.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Color View

Black and white, both Momma and I.

Momma, some black but mostly white.

I'm the opposite, wonder why,

Maybe something is just not right.

Momma can see me look at her

And then look back at myself, so

Seeing my puzzled look for sure

That my mostly black face does show,

Momma asks me what's on my mind

That's got me closely looking at.

I ask Momma to help me find

Out if I'm really her own cat.

And Momma smiles and says to me,

"Yes, no matter color we be."

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Our Golden

For fifty years, wedded we be

Through up and down, times good and bad.

This golden anniversary

We celebrate this time we've had,

Together to share grown older

And wiser on getting along,

Make hours ours golder

In commitment all the more strong.

Congratulation wishes from

Family and friends give us such

Good heartfelt feelings so welcome.

We're grateful and thankful so much.

We share the many blessings of

Fifty years filled with our love.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Be Myself?

"Be Yourself" is a song you sang,

And I hear your song loud and clear.

But more I try be myself, dang,

I see a failure in the mirror.

You sing of whether bad or good

Happens to me in my life, I

Being myself is all I could

Be until comes my time to die.

But being myself day and night

Only turns out me being wrong.

If I be you I can be right,

Like you sing to me in your song.

Be myself, you do sing to me,

But yourself I prefer to be.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Supply the Demand

"Doctor Robert" The Beatles sang

In tribute to my specialty,

Backed by the diplomas that hang

In my offices that I be

One allowed to make patients feel

Good after heeding my advice.

I prescribe wonders to help heal

The downer to upper so nice.

Many speculations be had

On who my true persona is,

That I'm professionally bad

In doing my medical biz.

So much demand for my supply,

Prescriptions to keep the stars high.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 You Loved Being Your Mother's Son

You loved being your mother's son.

You sang in your song of your love

For your mother, a special one

Who helped to make your life full of

Goodness and kindness she gave you.

Protective and faithful she did be,

With all that you were going through,

Always there for you hopefully.

Sadly, your mother could not stay,

And came the moment she was gone.

You sang of her going away.

And no longer could you live on.

In pain you sang this song becuz

Your mother now is not but was.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Remodeled

Within the woods one day I found

A tree with lovely purple bloom,

A sight and scent that did abound.

There certainly was enough room

For me to shape the limbs of wood

Into a comfy cottage of

A home for myself oh so good,

For would be built with all my love.

And so I waved my magic wand,

And sprinkled magic dust upon

This tree for which I'd grown so fond.

Transformation was undergone.

Fine tree house this my fairy tree,

Perfect for a fairy like me.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Still Some Doubt

Two years old and I'm all grown up

Enough, Momma tells me I should

Learn to do some big girl stuff, yup,

For Momma I try to do good.

So I tell Momma when I need

Her help in doing this new stuff.

And Momma helps me, yes indeed,

Cuz I still haven't learned enough.

So Momma and I both go in

To where I'm learning all about

This new stuff and I do begin,

But still can't help having some doubt.

This potty training makes me frown,

Hope Momma doesn't flush me down.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Why's She Running?

I am just minding my own biz

On this, a nice and sunny day.

Then I notice a woman is

Out walking and coming my way.

Wanting to be friendly I move

So easily seen I will be.

Which she does, but seems to behoove

Her to run fast away from me.

Puzzled, I try to follow her,

But she runs faster all the more.

She's acting strange because I'm sure

We've not seen each other before.

This woman's running, don't know why.

This skunk just wanted to say, "Hi."

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 To Death in Sips

Uncork that last bottle of mine,

And pour into a crystal glass,

Sense the bouquet of the fine wine,

A departing pleasure, alas.

With a finger, the wine I stir

To mix up with the poison well.

Upon drinking what will occur?

Will I go to heaven or hell?

I'm liking living less and less.

I guess I did expect much more.

And expected too much I guess.

My life has become such a bore.

Put down the emptied glass to meet

My end of time here, bittersweet.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 When You Broke Me, I Fixed You

When you broke me and left me so,

I stayed broken believing that

You never intended to go,

That you'd come home where I was at.

After a while I realized

You weren't gonna come back to me.

I schemed out being victimized,

And perpetrator you would be.

Backed in a knife you used a lot.

The stabbing caused my loss of life.

At the crime scene the police got

Your fingerprints found on that knife.

For my murder I framed you well.

You went to jail, I went to hell.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Stamp of Disapproval

A new postage stamp was issued

By the national government.

A controversy then ensued.

The stamp would just not stick when sent

On an envelope as charge for

Privilege of using the mail.

But stampless envelopes galore 

Seemed to be caused by one detail.

The only problem the stamp had

Was choice of image on its face.

No doubt the decision was bad,

A politician there to place.

Non sticking stamp can't be denied.

The spit is put on the wrong side.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Belonging to Battle

The battles fought never be done.

It's just the way of humankind.

Some battles lost, some battles won,

And always more battles to find.

And many battles be fought in

The name of God and good and right.

Each side believes that they will win

Because on their side be God's might.

And so through life we humans go,

Fighting the battles night and day,

Knowing for sure what God must know.

It be God's will, to God we pray.

Perhaps in death we will fulfill

The pure truth of what is God's will.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Color Us Clouds

We are the clouds up in the sky,

Sometimes a few, sometimes a lot.

We're weather's way, we ask not why.

Maybe it's magic, maybe not.

When packed together and all gray,

It means we're full of moisture and

From us all rain or snow we'll spray.

Again, why we don't understand.

Sometimes after we have dropped all

The moisture in us, before we

Depart, Mom Nature makes the call

For a colorful show to be.

Mom Nature oft gives all a plus

When she bounces rainbows off us.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Mahaha

An eskimo, you should know me.

Mahaha is the name your kind

Gave to this demon who can be

In the Arctic for you to find.

My thin blue skinned white eyed self to

Smile and giggle and dance around,

Just before I grab onto you,

And in my cold fingers you're bound.

Then you know you are dealing with

My being true in time and place.

I be for real, not merely myth.

You'll die with a smile on your face.

I watch you take last gasping breath,

As I do tickle you to death.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Heads Up

In any government, someone

Is the leader who governs all.

Sometimes good, sometimes bad be done.

And on the leader there does fall

The praise or blame by others who

May or may not care much about

What this leader decides to do.

Whether a friend or foe, no doubt,

The leader always wonders some,

Never sure of who might attack,

May seem an ally quite welcome,

But stabs the leader in the back.

Any leader of government

Is paranoid to some extent.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Cover Up

My wife and I got in a fight

Which came to blows as often does.

I hit her face with all my might

With a hammer and dead she was.

I figured that I'd bury her

Late at night out in the back yard.

Her once cute face was wrecked for sure.

Just looking at her was real hard.

Well, I took some newspaper so 

I would not have to see her face,

Something to read when she did go

To her eternal resting place.

My late wife is very well read,

With daily news wrapped 'round her head.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Living Now

Sweet memories should be preserved.

Loyal and faithful should be cherished.

Arc of my life is not long curved.

Too soon I'll find myself perished.

And what comes after is unknown.

So this life now that I do live,

How well is up to me alone.

If good deeds I do choose to give,

Then true happiness I may find,

Even when sorrow I do feel.

A loving heart heals a sad mind,

Though seems impossible to heal.

When living life, I wonder how,

I need just live my life well now.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Reflecting

"Grandiosity" I have heard

Is how many do think of me.

"Jealous" my reply in one word

Of what an awesome guy I be.

Sitting at a bar I look 'round

And see another handsome guy

Give a wink my direction bound,

Reinforcing my knowing I

Am as awesome as I do think.

And it takes one to know one, so

I proceed to order a drink,

And point to whom the drink should go.

From the bartender I do hear,

"Sir, you are looking at a mirror."

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Outlaw Fur Sure

On a scooter I scoot across

The border every day or two.

The border guards are at a loss,

Checking me each time I come through.

The guards are sure that I do be

Illegal smuggler of some sort.

The guards are always searching me.

I take it all as a good sport.

The guards are just doing their job,

Which they're not doing very well,

Because I am smuggling a lot.

But of course I will never tell.

A border crossing guinea pig,

Smuggling hot scooters is my gig.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 My Heroine

I was drunk and I fell into

The river alone late at night.

Passed out, the next thing that I knew,

She had rescued me from my plight,

Jumping into the river and

Pulling me safely to the bank,

Gave CPR by mouth and hand.

Still alive, I had her to thank.

She stayed until the others came.

I looked around but she was gone,

Before I even got her name.

Because of her I would live on.

Unrecognized heroine, she,

By all the world except for me.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Truthfully Friend

I like to think that I am one

Who always tries to think and do

So good and right is what gets done,

Even if maybe not done true.

So whatever doubts there may be,

I of course like others to tell

That good and right was done by me,

And that I did so very well.

Too many times, too many lies

Let me too foolishly believe

That I was right and good in guise,

When truly just fool to deceive.

A best loving friend is one who'll

Let me know truth when I'm a fool.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Misleading Sign

On my life's journey I was on,

And reached a fork in the road where

To Hell or to Heaven be gone.

Chose to Heaven and headed there.

Heading that way I figured then

That to heaven I'd surely go.

So on my way I sure could sin,

Cuz I was heaven bound, and so

In the meantime I was free to

Do my bad on my way along.

That is of course what I did do.

Somehow my figuring went wrong.

I must have taken the wrong turn,

Sign said "Heaven" but here I burn.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Dirty Work

My farmer wanted rid of me,

And so led me to a dry well,

Snuck up behind and pushed, did he,

And to the dry bottom I fell.

Then the farmer began to throw

A whole lot of shovels of dirt

To bury me way down below.

Of course my feelings were quite hurt.

But as each pile of dirt did fall,

I stepped on it, higher no doubt.

Stepping on the piles of dirt all,

This donkey did step up and out.

I let my farmer's meanness pass,

Chose not to kick his other ass.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

Over and Out

I'm a candle that's been around

For quite a while shedding some light.

But now to burn down I be bound,

And should happen sometime tonight.

Off and on lit in this household

When electricity went out.

The humans happy then to hold

A candle so to see no doubt.

But soon I'll have to say goodbye.

All in all I have served my best.

So when my wick does burn out, I

Wax poetically at rest.

No rest for the wicked I guess,

But rest for the unwicked, yes!

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Whistle Blower

St.  George, "the dragon slayer," is

A story St. George made up to

Cover up the fibbing of his.

So tell the truth I need to do.

I was the dragon in this tale.

St George hated me because of

My being ten on the hunk scale.

With me the Princess fell in love.

Sword in hand, St George came at her.

I jumped between the two and spit

Fire at St. George who ran for sure

From us and, wow, that knight was lit.

Liar, pants on fire, he did flee.

The Princess then eloped with me.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Night Shift

The Kiddies' Arcade's closed at night.

We two do guard against break-in.

The job sure does bring us delight,

Can't wait for the shift to begin.

Signs and pictures of us outside

Tell would be intruders of us.

So, so far nobody has tried

To come in and cause any fuss.

So we two partners get to play

With all the kiddie stuff around

Until the shift's over next day.

This job has perks that do abound.

Two pit bulls for the fun of it

Do have a ball in the ball pit.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Pair of Champs on the Ice

Jayne Torvil and Christopher Dean,

Both from Nottingham, England, came

To Sarajevo's winter scene

And '84 Olympics fame,

Ice skating to triumph of gold

In the competition of dance.

First non Russian couple to hold

Such win, making good on this chance.

The watching world mesmerized by

Their breathtaking performance to

Ravel's Bolero to supply

Perfection, judges deemed their due.

A magic moment came to be,

They skated into history.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Leaving

I watch my comrades one by one,

Leaves leaving the limbs we have known.

Our season's over and done.

I take this last trip of my own,

Joining below my comrades all,

No longer young green but old brown.

I feel the air pass as I fall,

Feel mixed emotions going down.

All in all a good life I've had

In time and place upon this tree.

So leaving leaves this leaf some sad,

But I know this is meant to be.

My destiny I leave to claim,

Back to my roots from whence I came.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Party Crowd Blues

I was so much in love with her,

So was so excited when she

Had a birthday party occur,

And did give an invite to me.

But at the party bad felt I,

And feeling out of place becuz

Everyone was older was why,

Treated just like a kid I was.

Nobody wanted me to mix.

She hardly knew I was alive.

Different now that she'd turned six,

And I was still just only five.

I just can't help crying out loud,

Stuck in this older party crowd.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Tragic Tale

Two young children were left alone

In a ghetto tenement flat.

No heat and both chilled to the bone,

Made a small fire, around it sat.

Window blew open and the wind

Spread sparks from the fire all around.

Ceiling flames began to descend.

Path to safety could not be found.

Minutes later rescuers came

And pulled the children's bodies' out.

News reports called it such a shame,

A needless tragedy no doubt.

A rescue from that fire I got,

But my younger sister did not.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Dream of Revolution

A secret meeting we all had

At my request so that we could

Revolt against all that was bad,

And put in what I felt was good.

"Brothers and sisters, let's unite,"

I proclaimed, "The rules here are wrong."

"Together we can make them right."

But reluctant to go along

With my revolution, someone

Snitched to the ruling tyrants, so

All of my hopes and dreams were done.

I had failed in my overthrow.

Short lived my revolution be.

The folks found out and grounded me.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Yellow Caterpillar

A yellow caterpillar is

What I am now happy to be.

Just trying to mind my own biz,

And hope that no one steps on me.

Even though I've got lots of feet,

It's still slow going when I move.

Racing, maybe a snail I'd beat,

If all feet were in the same groove.

And of course if I happen on

A leaf looking so good to chew

And swallow until it's all gone,

So stop and chow leaf down I do.

I can't wait until soon when I

Become a yellow butterfly.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Game of Tag

A Costco Warehouse price tag, I

Can be a member's helpful friend

If what I tag is a good buy.

Besides price, other tips I send.

Whatever my ending cents be,

One needs to keep a few in mind.

Point 99, full priced is me.

Point 97, one will find

A clearance on my item, so

Buying it now is a great deal.

Other point numbers one should know,

If a good buy and good to feel.

Knowing some secrets of my price

Can tell if I'm naughty or nice.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Wearer of Pork Pie Hats

For silent film work I'm best known,

Acting and directing of.

Vaudeville with my folks, then alone

To make movies, my great love.

Physical comedy I made

My trademark, always doing it

With a deadpan look that did aid

My becoming a movie hit.

Ups and downs my career went through.

Alcoholism caused me strife,

But recovered, and a lease new

Got me back to a useful life.

Became famous in time and place,

And often called "The Great Stone Face."

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Career Change

Once upon a time an elf at

Santa's workshop in the North Pole

Desired a change of habitat.

A warmer climate was his goal.

Plus, this elf always wanted to

Be a performer in show biz,

So headed south, mission to do

To turn to real this dream of his.

With time and toil this elf became

Very successful act crafter,

And accomplished fortune and fame,

Starred happily ever after.

In Las Vegas on stage is he,

Impersonator Elfis be.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Winning With Jesus

The Bible tells me what I need

To know about the life I live.

Jesus Christ did save me indeed,

So that my sins, God would forgive.

I know salvation will be mine

If I let Jesus Christ within

My heart and soul, His help divine

To save me from my mortal sin.

The battles with myself I fight,

I never have to fight alone.

With Jesus Christ I find the might

To ask forgiveness and atone.

When Jesus Christ is within me

I live my life in victory.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Make Sense of My Face

My five senses have time and place

In a location I know well,

Which just happens to be my face.

In dif'rent spots these senses dwell.

My tongue gives me my sense of taste,

And sense of sight from my eyes shows.

Sense of hearing my ears are graced,

And sense of smell comes from my nose.

My hands do most of sense of touch,

But part of my face they are not,

Even though they touch my face much.

One part of my face touches lot.

The sense of touch, my cheeks have this,

Could be a slap, could be a kiss.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Dream Come True

When I first came in time and place,

Allowing people in and out,

I had the look of ornate grace,

And served useful purpose no doubt.

But I felt rather bare and stark,

In need of a softening touch

To my body so cold and dark.

I felt roses would help so much.

And roses I would fantasize

Covering all of myself so

Quite pleased would be nose and eye,

As people in and out would go.

Fantasy turned reality,

Rose covered now this gate does be.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Dream Shared

When you and I were young we fell

In love with one another then.

In different worlds we two did dwell,

Never be a time and place when

You of high born and I born low

Could together share a life of

Serenity as old we grow,

Having for real each other's love.

The powers that be do forbid

Us two sharing each other's heart

As once when we were young we did.

Now we are forced to be apart.

I dreamt that you dreamt about me,

Only in dreams together we.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Return of Gizmo

Gizmo, the Gremlin, I am named.

Back in the 1980's I

Got Gremlins movie stardom famed.

Now grown up, me and Billy guy

Did a Mountain Dew T.V. ad

To push the zero sugar brand.

But I thought I was treated bad.

Punk, another gremlin, did land

The more important role by far.

I hear the ad did not do well.

No doubt I shoulda been the star,

Cuz lots more Mountain Dew I'd sell.

I spilled some Mountain Dew on me.

Now a grumpy gremlin I be.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Planets Go Bump

Second, third, fourth rocks from the sun,

Venus and Earth and Mars went 'round

In orbit pattern long time done.

But strangely one day all got bound

In orbits which did bring the three

Closer and closer each to each.

In a short while no doubt they'd be

All coming within easy reach.

On a collision course for sure,

No longer would they be apart.

This quite unlikely did occur,

Looked like an abstract work of art.

Mars and Venus did intervene,

And Earth was sandwiched in between.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Jezebel Aged 42

Jezebel married Ahab and

The Queen of Israel she became.

Prophet Elijah's God she banned,

Ordered worship of Baal by name.

Elijah prophesized that she

Would be killed by one of her own.

A nephew, King then came to be,

And Jezebel was overthrown.

Dressed in her best, servants threw her

From a palace window to where

Her corpse was torn apart for sure

By stray wild dogs who ate her there.

Elijah's prophecy came true,

Jezebel died, aged 42.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Leave Behind

Make a fresh start in this New Year,

So what to leave behind do I

Want from last year to disappear?

As always I resolve to try

To leave behind some weight I've gained

Over last year, especially

During the holidays obtained,

Eating all those goodies I be.

Better diet and exercise

I know is how some pounds to drop.

But as always I realize

Eating goodies is hard to stop.

Leave a few pounds I have in mind,

From my behind to leave behind.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Poetry for My Darling

For my darling I strive to be

His favorite poet at night.

A well versed satisfier, me,

My poetry brings us delight.

With flirtatious foreplay at first,

And then do my poetic stuff.

Again repeat, I am well versed,

My darling cannot get enough

Of rhythmic poetry I turn

Into such pleasure we both share,

Bringing to a climax the yearn

To stay forever tangled pair.

Nightly in bed is couplet time

When both of us do come to rhyme.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Betrayal Afoot

A bring together I did be,

A foot fetish shared 'twixt and 'tween.

They became Wifey and Hubby.

I was star of their bedroom scene.

For quite a while I was the must

In making their connection work,

Satisfying this couple's lust.

Then one day she called him a jerk.

She had caught him cheating on her,

Something she put her foot down on,

And kicking Hubby out for sure.

For stepping out, he now was gone.

Wifey and Hubby were kaput.

He'd gotten off on the wrong foot.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Hilda's Night In

Saturday night home all alone,

Hilda has no where else to go,

So she turns on the gramophone

To dance away on tippy toe.

She dons her bright red leotard,

White frill of lace about her waist,

And dance slippers she does regard

Giving her feet feel to be graced.

Then 'round the room Hilda does dance,

Moving weightlessly through the air,

Eyes closed and smiling, in a trance

As Ginger Rogers with red hair.

Enthusiasm does abound

In Hilda, every inch and pound.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 For the Record

When Bug got me for Christmas, she

Took a picture of me and now

Here I am on All Poetry,

The subject of a contest, wow!

Bug says that she does like this shot

Of me cuz creepy I appear.

But in the box I shook a lot,

So not looking my best, I fear.

But hope that Bug does not think I

Am gonna be a Chuckie sort.

So this poem is my reply

That I take this as a good sport.

On this site I do say to all

Bug's gonna be pleased with this doll.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Listening to the Red Poppy

When I arrived I saw it grow

In the middle of the grave there.

A red poppy the breeze did blow,

The bloom fully open to share

This flower's sentiments with me,

Expressing hope I would not mind

Here this red poppy chose to be.

A reminder that humankind

Does seem preoccupied with war.

Sad, too many a child left, and

Not have a parent anymore.

This poppy knew I'd understand.

Ultimate sacrifice he gave,

The red poppy on my Dad's grave.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Flight Plight

From L.A. to New York City

The two of us are s'posed to fly,

A bizness trip for her and me.

She got on the right plane, but I,

Through human error instead went

To Denver, and I knew for sure

A lot of anger she would vent,

I'd been separated from her.

Of course she was assured we two

Would be together soon someday,

Probably after we both flew

Separately back to L.A.

Airline screw up phenomenon,

I shoulda been a carryon.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 War Maze

The maze of war we all are in.

No one has ever found the end.

Sometimes we lose, sometimes we win.

Ever changing be foe or friend.

All of us wander 'round the maze.

Once in a while we find some peace.

But through all history's nights and days,

War found by us does never cease.

The maze of war has a way out.

That is a truth we've always known.

Out of war's maze is peace no doubt.

But war's become the comfort zone.

We know the awful truth of war,

But let lies keep us fighting more.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Will of God for Me

The will of God I find within

The Bible where I can find all

The human weaknesses to sin.

But strength comes when I heed God's call

To strive for goodness as I live.

But being human, when I err,

If I ask, then God does forgive.

Burdens on me, God helps me bear.

I need to keep myself full of

Good thoughts to do good deeds to be

Worthy to always have God's love,

Helping me make a better me.

I pray my choices do fulfill

My prime purpose to do God's will.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Miracle Drug

With all the woes and ills I find

Around the whole world every day,

Caused by choices of humankind,

I still have hope we'll find the way

To put the differences aside,

And live together all in peace,

Spreading the harmony worldwide.

All hate will end, all war will cease,

Through miracle of medicine

Given to all humanity.

Choices just for good will begin.

From bad will be immunity.

A better world, there is hope still

That humans can and humans will.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Christmas Tinsel

We are called tinsel, old French for

Meaning to sparkle, which we do.

We're hung on Christmas trees galore,

Sparkling in varied shiny hue.

At first from metals we were made

Into strands and garlands to be

Too little or too much displayed,

Decorating the Christmas tree.

Now mostly we're of plastic form

With a metallic finish coat,

But still much a decorative norm

Upon which viewers gripe or gloat.

Children and pets should not eat us,

Such causing a health hazard fuss.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 U.S. State of the Union, 2024

U.S. state of the union be,

Now early 2024,

On the brink of catastrophe,

Being pushed closer to world war.

Politicians and bureaucrats,

Every level of government

Scurry 'round sinking ship like rats,

Power mad and incompetent.

Right blame left and left blame right.

Prejudicial discriminate

Against others they want to fight.

Infected nation filled with hate.

State of the disunioned U.S.

Is truthfully in state of mess.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Dogging Me

I'm watching football on T.V.

When Casey comes grring his wish

That he's expecting lunch from me.

'Tween his teeth he's got his food dish.

I tell him just to wait a bit

Until the next commercial but

Casey in front of me does sit,

And dumps his dish onto my gut.

When I still don't move, then my pup

Grabs onto the the T.V. remote.

Suddenly the screen freezes up.

Casey gives me a look of gloat.

I'd better fix his chow because

Casey's got the remote on paws. 

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Class Clown

Monday, my teacher asked the class

What food preparing we did do

Over the weekend, most did pass.

But I the class clown just had to

Give the teacher, who was real strict

On correct pronunciation,

A wry replay that would inflict

A bad joke on everyone.

So seriously I did start

On baking from a recipe,

And at the end I did impart

The punchline expected from me.

"Synonym rolls I tried to bake,"

"Just like my grammar used to make."

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 "Incy Wincy Spider"

"Incy Wincy Spider" did be

My favorite nursery rhyme,

When Mama would sing it to me,

And which she sang many a time,

Especially when it would rain,

And I could not go out to play.

Mama would sing this song again,

And always brighten up my day.

And the song taught a lesson well.

Failures in life would fall indeed.

But from each failure I could tell

How next time to better succeed.

Whenever a spider I spy,

Hearing Mama sing makes me cry.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Just a Job

Waitressing in a Ye Olde  pub,

Skimpily clad, corseted tight,

Slinging overpriced drinks and grub,

Not exactly this gal's delight.

But it's a gig to pay the bills.

Glad to be young and cute becuz

Ain't worth crap my waitressing skills.

My bod brings great tips, yeah it does.

The boss has eyes for me for sure,

So I have to play it real coy,

And try not to irritate her.

This job supports my lover boy.

Let'em wait for this waitress wench,

Smoke break out on the alley bench.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Music Man

In April 2023

He turned a spry 90 years young.

Rock and Roll Hall of Famer, he

Still sings with his talented tongue.

For decades On the Road Again

Doing his concerts near and far.

Crazy good now as he was then,

Entertainment icon and star.

Friend of family farmers be, so

Does lots of benefits to try

Make the farmers' livelihoods grow,

Always keeping a mellow high.

Funny How the Time Slips Away,

Willie Nelson, Happy Birthday.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Last Sensing

My body is about to die,

And on a journey I do go

Out of the earth into the sky.

The blackness of deep space does show.

I feel the nothingness around,

Taste bitterness being alone,

Hear the so sadly silent sound,

And smell the fear of the unknown.

I'm mindful of such senses had

Within a body nearing end.

No sense if death be good or bad

Or what the future may portend.

Then all my senses cease to be,

And just my soul is still with me.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Color Me White

A spruce tree, I have needles green

That unlike leafed trees I do wear

Through each and every season scene.

Always my needles do be there.

Yes, old fall off, but new ones grow.

With needles I never have need

To bear bare limbs cuz ever so,

Always lots of needles indeed.

Now in the winter there can be

Times when my green needles turn white.

Such occasions I'm as a tree

Even more of an awesome sight.

When winter snow and ice occur,

This fir is spruced up in white fur.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Missing Her

This hut is lonely without her.

Seems like forever she's been gone.

Oh I really miss her for sure.

I am just barely hanging on,

Staring out the window to see

If she's coming down the pathway.

I'm filled up with anxiety,

And been a nervous wreck all day.

She knows when she leaves me that I

Become a sad and lonesome one.

So when she left I begged her why

She had to go get her hair done.

Hope the Missus will soon be home,

And hug and kiss her lonely gnome.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Love Lost, Friendship Found

The two of us, young and in love,

Decided that a married life

Would be the happy ending of

Our dream as husband and wife.

Together we did lots of stuff,

Often for appearances sake.

But somehow that was not enough.

Excuses each of us would make.

Over time we two grew apart,

But pretended that all was well.

Neither one of us had the heart

To each other the truth to tell.

As happens sometimes in divorce,

We became good friends in due course.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Doggone

I was a fifty cent doll prize

Stuffed in an egg in a machine.

Hardly an inch long was my size,

But looked kinda spooky and mean.

Little sis "won" me, and told her

Older bro that indeed I be

A voodoo doll and I for sure

Would grab his soul if she stuck me

With a safety pin, both of us

She waved in front of older bro.

Over me both did make such fuss.

It was fun just watching their show.

Watching the human girl and boy,

Dog tore me up as a chew toy.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Now I Know

It was over for you, you knew.

Maybe you tried to warn me of,

But now I'm one who knows it too.

Sadness, pain and guilt with my love

For you because I was not there

When you were feeling so alone.

A younger you and I would share

Your feelings, I wish I had known,

And maybe again, heart to heart,

I could have eased your pain and strife.

But the two of us grew apart.

Full of despair, you took your life.

"What ifs" cannot be reconciled

When a mother buries her child.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 
Wreck"creation

A bacchanal at home alone,

I impignorate myself to

Bring in the New Year with my own

Fine poetry creations true.

The more I write the more I drink,

Oh so many bottles of wine.

Must have a quire of gems I think,

Written down my poetry fine.

Pen in one, glass in other hand,

Both saccadic now do appear.

Wine spills on my rainsook shirt and

Still an hour to the New Year.

A tittynope of wine no doubt.

I chug it down and then pass out.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 My Hope for 2024

2023 said goodbye.

2024 says hello.

Another year older am I.

Another year wiser, hope so.

I know what's wrong, I know what's right.

I'm blessed with friends and family,

And hope they all know, day and night,

Loving help they will get from me.

And strangers met, I'll try to share

With each something useful and good.

And let each know I truly care,

Living each day well as I could.

When 2024 is done

I hope I've been a worthy one.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Unloved

Hydra, a water creature, I

Was raised by goddess Hera, who

Told me I was special and why,

Kill Hercules for her I'd do.

She filled my many heads with hate

For Hercules who she said would

Come fight me and would meet his fate

Of being killed by me for good.

But then I learned that Hera lied.

So when Hercules came to fight,

All of my many heads just cried.

I was wrong, Hercules was right.

I gave Hercules victory.

Hera never really loved me.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Running Late

December 24th, the day

The calendar on the wall shown.

Just a short while I meant to stay

Resting the chair on my own.

But doggone if I didn't fall

Asleep while sitting in the chair,

And snoozing through the hours all.

The lateness I was not aware,

But then the Missus yelled at me

That I'd slept through the 24th,

And now the 25th it be,

And I was still stuck in the north.

I've got no time to waste because

Children depend on Santa Claus. 

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 It's Up to Santa

Me and the wife and kids this year

Begun in July to string lights,

So by Xmas the house'd appear

An all time champ of festive sights.

Only house in these boondocks so

We would shine out in time and place.

In these dark woods, wow we would glow.

Prob'ly see us from outer space.

At our road turnoff we can

Charge an entry fee to drive by

The lit up house, a bizness plan

To make a country redneck cry.

A million lights strung 'round to see,

If Santa brings 'lectricity.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 My Christmas Story

My story was first written by

Robert L. May who wrote it for

Child's coloring book to supply

Montgomery Ward Department Store.

May's office in Chicago's Loop

Looked out into dense fog one day.

May could not see through the gray goop.

Then inspiration came his way,

And that's when I first came to light,

In the year 1939,

To help Santa's trip through the night,

Through any and all fog to shine.

I'm now with Santa every year.

I'm Rudolph the red nosed reindeer.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Rescued

I was on a Christmas cruise when

A bit drunk, overboard I fell.

I washed ashore an island then.

Who knew how long there I would dwell!

'Twas a deserted desert isle.

A few coconut trees did grow,

The food from which need last a while.

How I might fish I did not know.

So I made due each day and night,

A week or so I do believe.

And then I saw a welcome sight,

The perfect gift for Christmas Eve.

There came a boat to rescue me,

Aboard the boat a Christmas tree.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Being Responsible

Young Ralphie's Christmas '83,

A happy ending had been done

For this Christmas Story, cuz he

Got his Red Ryder rifle gun.

So Christmas night young Ralphie does

Try to fall asleep in his bed,

But he's taking his time becuz

He's got important thoughts instead.

As young Ralphie drifts off to sleep,

He thinks getting this gun sure is

Well worth his promise made to keep

Safety in mind with shooting biz.

Young Ralphie's determined that he,

Responsible gun owner be.