Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Party of Three

Into a poem walk the three,

Pineapple, candle and paintbrush.

Candle and paintbrush both do be

Unknowing, pineapple's a lush,

Who's juice is all fermented up,

And wants to party all the time.

Gives paintbrush and candle a cup

To drink so that all three will rhyme

In being in a party mood.

Normally sober, candle and

Paintbrush drink, so not to be rude,

Soon be drunk as pineapple planned.

Leaving the poem, the three are

Now heading for the nearest bar.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 My Safe Haven

Early morn I hear awful sound,

Blare of horn and gallop of horse,

Hail of human and howl of hound.

It's another fox hunt of course.

So to the lake I hurry to,

And swim to old stump of a tree.

Then upon this safe spot I do

Be watching the fish watching me.

A time and place I know quite well

As past safe haven for this one

Who comes here for a while to dwell

Till the current fox hunt is done.

I fall asleep safe out of bounds,

And dream this fox is chasing hounds.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Raphael

Archangel Raphael be who

God chooses throughout history

To be divine announcer to

Bring humans word of God to be.

Raphael takes human form and

Comes down to earth to fight for good,

And against evil take a stand,

Bringing forth righteousness as would

Such an angel singing God's praise,

Bringing music to faithfuls' ears,

Assuring through the sinful days

Of salvation the faithful hears.

Raphael, some religions say,

Will announce coming Judgement Day.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 My Open House

The walls around my house I built

So thick and strong so none would know

Inside was lots of shame and guilt,

But no windows to let such show.

And then one day you came along,

Knocked at the door of my house and

I let you in though it felt wrong,

Which later I would understand.

For once inside, I let you take

All the walls of my house away,

Exposing my life as a fake,

The truth of me on full display.

My closed house I had counted on,

Now open and my world is gone.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 White House Jam

Back in the 1990's I

Was often a White House guest of

President Billy Clinton. Why?

Cuz the two of us did love

To play the saxophone, so we

Would jam together in duets,

Creating such sweet harmony,

Getting down as good as it gets.

My sax is a lot longer than Bill's,

With special security check.

A longer sax for me fulfills

The fact I have a longer neck.

And Hillary would clap and laugh,

Bill playing sax with this giraffe.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 I Need to Keep Calm

At the mall I saw my girlfriend

With another man and they kissed.

Seeing this awful sight did send

Me into a fury, so pissed.

They disappeared from sight, so I,

Needing to get myself home, knew

Quick calm down techniques I would try.

Some exercises I did do.

Deep breathing in and breathing out,

Putting myself in a trance state,

Until a calmness came about.

I could go home, I was so late.

I needed calmness from this strife

When I got home to face the wife.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Money on My Mind

Love of money, the Bible tells,

Is the root of all evil in

Thinking of humankind that dwells,

Causing faith to give way to sin.

So I figure that if I hate

Money so much that I stay poor,

And in my life, suffer ill fate,

My chances should be all the more

That when I die I'll get to go

Straight to heaven which I tell all

I panhandle from, this I know.

But on deaf ears my words do fall.

Hate of money in me does dwell.

Why am I told to go to hell?

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Lolly Folly

A bag of lollies I did find

While I was walking home from school.

My eating them now, Mom would mind,

Because she had a quite strict rule,

No eating before dinner snack,

Especially a sugar one.

If Mom caught me, she'd give me flack,

Which I knew for sure was no fun.

I pondered what to do, and heard

My sugar tooth loud and clear say,

"Mom will never know what occurred,"

"If lollies eaten on the way."

Into my mouth went that whole bag,

Then causing me to lollygag.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Monster No More

Children, don't go outside to play

When I the monster storm does blow

Thunder, lightning and rain today.

So stay in shelter till I go.

I'm never sure how long I'll be

A monster here to storm on you.

I know you children don't like me

For all the mean stuff that I do.

But Mother Nature gives a gift

To me, a lovely coat to wear.

And my bad mood begins to lift,

Disappearing into the air.

For when I put the rainbow on,

The monster in me is all gone.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Cup of Me

The human lady of the house,

Having a ladies' fancy tea,

Always a good time for this mouse

To grab some cheese that there might be.

But in my search I'm aware that

One I love to hate is around.

Here comes the ever mean house cat.

Into a teacup I be bound,

Where I hide not making a peep

Until the cat's prowling is through.

In the meantime I fall asleep,

And dream the cat is a barbeque.

When the lady picks up the cup,

She's sure surprised when I pop up.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 My Diary

"Memory is the diary that"

"We all carry about with us,"

Said Oscar Wilde, so clever at

Making a point without surplus.

Oscar kept a diary indeed,

And liked to have it close at hand,

Ever sensational to read,

Which is something I understand.

I tend to fill my diary with

Happenings from my point of view,

Containing less truth and more myth

Of great matters I think and do.

Older I get, my memory

Is more like a misplaced diary.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Reflection

Upon a water lily pad

I make a landing so that I

Might rest from the long flight I've had,

Then see another dragonfly,

Who must be resting as I do.

The lovely wings that look like mine,

In the same brightly rainbowed hue,

That in sunlight, brilliantly shine.

Since it's not mating season, I'm

Not upset to encounter one

Lovely as me in place and time,

As dawning on me had begun.

Lauding reflection I do be

On lovely reflection of me.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 My Favorite Meal

Fried chicken, corn flake battered style,

Mashed potatoes with gravy thick.

Favorite meal not had a while.

Steamed buttered peas, green veggie pick,

Wheat bread fresh from the oven baked,

Sweet iced tea with a lemon slice.

For such a meal, for long I ached.

And now served to me, oh so nice.

Then for dessert, fresh apple pie,

Atop with vanilla ice cream.

So filled with gratitude am I,

Enjoying now what was a dream.

Home from the war in Vietnam,

My favorite meal is cooked by Mom.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Shape Shifter

For some reason unknown to me

Nature chose me to change my form

Into creature variety.

Some are cold blooded, some are warm.

Sometimes mammal, sometimes reptile,

And sometimes bird and sometimes fish.

And in each form I stay a while,

Make a change whenever I wish.

A favorite form have I found

From all the shapes that I have had?

To one  shape I always be bound,

When in the mood for doing bad.

The human shape that I am in

Is where I shift to commit sin.