Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Late Makeup

I wake up and I cannot see.

For some reason all is so dark.

Then a feeling comes over me.

In my mind there's a question mark.

Did I forget my nightly chore?

And not make sure my face was clean?

Leaving makeup from day before?

Did I neglect normal routine?

I feel mascara and lipstick,

And foundation and powder too.

My face feels heavy like a brick.

Then felt the cushioned lid and knew.

I'm in a coffin, not a bed,

The makeup must be cuz I'm dead!

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Greedy Peeps

It be a family of Peeps,

The Yellow Easter Bunny clan,

Who on each Easter Day night keeps

A seance tradition with plan

To use the ouija board to bring

Back Gramma, who with her pearls got

Ate up by a kid, awful thing,

Cuz Gramma's pearls were worth a lot.

So each Easter the Peeps heirs try

To bring back Gramma's ghost and wear

Those pearls, so from the ghost's neck pry

Them off to sell and proceeds share.

Around them Gramma Peep's ghost whirls,

But, alas again, with no pearls.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Lincoln Park Zoo

The city of Chicago life

Is time and place that's hard to find

Absence of any stress and strife.

But one time and place comes to mind,

Lincoln Park Zoo, wildlife for all,

A botanical garden and

An arboretum too, to call

Upon nature in acreage spanned,

To give a seeker of peace some

Of sights and sounds and smells to share

Of natural wonders brought from

Simply connecting with them there.

Lincoln Park Zoo, a time and place,

To find joyful peace to embrace.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Sugared Up

"Pour some sugar on me," you sang

As being all your heart's desire,

That I make you the sweetest thang,

Turn your body as hot as fire. 

You begged me do it in name of

All of the sweetness we could be,

If I would just pour sugar love

On you, we would share ecstasy.

This sugar line you've sang before

So many times, I've heard enough,

And I don't buy it anymore,

You singing the same tired old stuff.

So I poured some sugar on you,

To roast you in the barbeque.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Meeting of Right and Wrong and Me

Everybody said she was right

For me, and so I married her.

Though she was rich, she was real tight,

And for me not much fun for sure.

So then it wasn't very long

I began having an affair.

Of course I knew that this was wrong.

But so much fun we both did share.

This went on for a while till my

Wife followed me to the motel

Where my wife, my mistress and I

Turned my life into living hell.

When right found me with wrong woman,

Sure was a damper on my fun.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 I Can Relate to Tigger

"The Tigger Movie" on a whim

I watched the Disney film and I

To Tigger could relate to him.

Being buried in snow is why.

Out in a blizzard Tigger bounced,

And came upon a snow striped tree.

Upon him an avalanche pounced,

And such really happened to me.

And like Tigger, I was rescued

By friends who dug me out alright.

Back at the ski lodge we pursued

A wild party, lasting all night.

I can relate to Tigger cuz

Beneath an avalanche I was.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Palm Sunday

Into Jerusalem He came,

Riding upon a donkey, He

Was now one of renown and fame

And returning triumphantly

To vast crowds who greeted Him with

The waving of branches of palm

To honor Him as more than myth,

But as a Prince of peace and calm.

It is written that He did weep

Just before He entered into

The city, knowing that He would keep

A destiny He'd vowed to do.

He knew He would be sacrificed

When Palm Sunday came Jesus Christ.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 The Number of the Beast

I cheated on the wife, of course

She caught me having the affair.

And so she sued me for divorce.

All the assets that we did share

In the property settlement,

I did get the shaft more or less

And she got 'bout ninety percent,

Plus alimony from me, yes.

To add insult to injury,

The court decree in fine print said

Court costs were payable by me,

And a hellish amount I read.

Six hundred sixty six bucks fee,

The devil in the details be.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Rose

The love of my life, Rose, and I

Were in Colorado to ski.

Down a slope a race we did try.

And soon Rose was far behind me.

Then came an awful sight and sound.

Rose in an avalanche was caught.

I searched, but Rose could not be found.

Back at the ski lodge, help I sought.

I was not sure exactly where

Rose was when she had disappeared.

We searched for hours here and there

To no avail, the worst I feared.

But then we rescued Rose under snow,

Atop there a blooming rose did show.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Longinus

A Roman soldier, I be one

Who helped nail Jesus to the Cross.

And when they ordered deed be done,

I did not feel any great loss.

We stripped His clothes, I took my share.

"King of the Jews" we wrote a sign,

Put on the Cross above Him there

To taunt the claim He be divine.

Though I be blind I thrust my spear

In piercing blow into His side

To assure myself in such jeer

That this proclaimed King really died.

His blood dripped in my eyes to see

Jesus Christ, believer I be.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 The Human

I am the cat he calls superb,

And so I let him stroke my fur.

But then he chats on to perturb

Me, by comparing me to her,

To his woman, her gaze and scent.

Amiable beast, he calls me.

His woman as such, has he meant?

If I were her, pissed off I'd be.

This human chatters on some more.

I hope this dude is about done.

Like most humans, he is a bore.

Before I scoot, I'll have some fun.

So I touch his hand with my paw,

And leave my reply with my claw.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Juiced

Electromagnetic force be

A ways and means I believed could

Be a booze distiller for me,

Doing it quick, doing it good.

So during a storm, up I went

On the roof with the stuff I'd need,

And with some lightning I'd invent

A more efficient still indeed.

Then sure enough, some lightning struck,

And the liquid was ready for

Me to test, and with some good luck,

Safe success, my chugging galore.

Induction by me on the roof,

And I was right, 100 proof.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Weed and Willie (and some Whiskey)

Willie, I am oft asked about.

And Willie gives me credit for

Saving him from whiskey, no doubt

He used to drink whiskey galore.

But then he hooked up with me, and

Then illegal, I gave him joy,

Kept on giving through decades spanned.

I made a mellow Willie boy.

Now once in a while Willie still

Has a sip of whiskey indeed.

But I'm the go to to fulfill

The Willie high, now legal, weed.

Soon 92, Willie will be,

Party of two, Willie and me.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Home Again

Mister and Missus journeys' done

Of another migration roam

On the breezes, under the sun,

Now back at their family home.

Mister serves Missus salmon to

Give her good health and strength so that

She will bring forth their offspring new,

To share their grassy habitat.

The Mister sings his song to her.

The Missus listens end of day.

As the moon rises, she is sure

It is the time her eggs to lay.

Added family coming soon,

Waiting, Mister and Missus Loon.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Best Time I Ever Had

In the U.S. Army, he went

To fight in the Korean War.

I turned five years old when he went.

We'd had many fun times before.

A year later came that sad day,

The army told us that he be

Missing in action, M.I.A.

And that was the worst time for me.

But then two years later came word

He had escaped and had been found

By friendly Koreans we heard.

And soon back to us he was bound.

Was the best time I ever had,

An M.I.A. now home, my Dad.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 My Blobs

It is a time and place the blobs

Do get my full attention to

Remind me that they are in gobs.

Most of them old but some are new,

In varied color, shape and size.

I notice the blobs be by sight.

One looks like Jesus, no surprise.

Long time it's been around alright.

Sometimes I touch to get a feel

If a particular blob should

Be one I maybe should reveal

To Doc to check if bad or good.

My blobs do make my shower scene,

All soaped and rinsed, for now they're clean.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 From Mouth of Babe

My four year old grandson and I

Went to the park where he did play

In the sandbox, I am nearby.

It was my babysitting day.

He picked up his sand pail and came

Over to me, and on the ground

Set it, and asked I play a game

Of kick the pail, and he did sound

So serious, so I did ask

My grandson why he picked this choice

Of my doing such kicking task.

And he replied in a sure voice,

"We won't be poor, but rich instead,"

"When you kick the bucket, Dad said."

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Just As I Am

Just as I am, a sinner be,

But hope to find a way to live

So salvation will come to me,

And God have mercy will forgive.

Just as I am, I sometimes err

And be caught up in selfish greed,

Treating others with little care,

Some help to be better I need.

Just as I am, oft guilty of

Thinking and doing of abuse,

Allowing hate instead of love,

To be of bad and not good use.

Just as I am, Jesus I pray

Please come with me, help guide my way.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Help to Heal

I grew up in a time and place

When illness of a mental kind

Was just a mood swing I could face

By mood altering of my mind

With substances of well known use,

The more the better be my thought,

Which led me to substance abuse,

Pain and suffering had a lot.

But sick of being sick at last,

I asked for help from those who could.

And I got better as time passed,

Some pain from gain but I felt good.

If helpless pain again I feel,

Then I will ask for help to heal.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 This Child in Church

Because Mom and Dad did not go

To church, I had never gone too.

Then Grandma came to visit so

She went to church and, yes, guess who

Was picked to go along with her.

Mom and Dad warned me to behave.

It was a boring time for sure.

The preacher yelled God would not save

Those of us who sinners did be

In trouble  making all hell bent.

And that preacher looked right at me.

Was the worst time I'd ever spent.

When we left church I thought, "Oh well"

"Guess I am back on track to hell."

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Inflation

An old lady sold pretzels on

The corner for a quarter each.

So each workday I'd come upon

Her, and in my pocket I'd reach

For a quarter and drop it in

Her cup, but no pretzel I'd take.

Years passed, one day I did begin

To drop in a quarter to make

My small gift, but the lady shook

Her  head in a negative way,

Giving me a very sad look,

Held up her cup, and then did say,

"Inflation never seems to cease,"

Pretzels now a dollar apiece."

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 At the Queen's Request

Gloriana, the Fairy Queen,

Called upon her favorite fowl

To join her in her garden scene.

And so came Renaissance, the owl,

Who often the Queen asked to come

When the Queen would feel a great need

To make use of the owl's wisdom,

To better rule the Fae indeed.

In the garden under moonlight,

Amid the blooming flowers there,

The Queen sought the owl's great insight,

Which Renaissance was glad to share.

Queen Gloriana, wiser now,

Thanked Renaissance for his know how.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Lampy

I am the oldest garden gnome,

Approaching two hundred years old.

Lamport Hall, England, is my home.

I'm worth million of pounds I'm told.

I was one of twenty one who

Came from Germany long ago

To the estate gardens to do

Bringing good luck as well as show.

But, alas, I'm the only one

Left of my comrades to survive,

To carry on my work and fun.

Please keep my secret, I'm alive.

When humans see me on display,

I pretend I am made of clay.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Still With Clint

Inseparable were Clint and me.

Three "spaghetti" films ending with

"The Good, the Bad and the Ugly,"

Together we made movie myth,

As Clint wore me all of the time.

And I was never washed at all.

By the end of that third film, I'm

Faded and ripe, but was Clint's call.

Never again a filming pair,

Clint continued but I retired,

So went through no more wear and tear,

Still hang with Clint as he desired.

Some good, some bad, some ugly, this

Poncho's still at Clint's home in bliss.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Oak Spoke

Woodpecker, pecking my wood, would

You peck memoirs from this oak tree?

I know I pick a pecker good

To tell the telling truth of me.

I've sapped along 500 years,

Felt many storms that thundered by.

Man's fingerprinted me with fears

Of killing me, I don't know why.

But tree for all seasons, I still

Stand here and welcome birds like you

To visit, and I know you will

Tell others I am a friend true.

You are an acorn woodpecker, so

Please take my best acorn when you go.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 My Facing Me

I use my beauty to obtain

What I want at other's expense.

What is their loss becomes my gain,

The only outcome that makes sense

To this lady in a man's world.

So many a man's been my pawn,

Each and all 'round my fingers curled

Until their use to me was gone.

Yes, some families I destroyed,

Some husbands and fathers I took.

My face an asset I employed.

Here's a mirror, let me take a look.

In the mirror, turned away I be,

Even I cannot look at me.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Siblicide

We golden eagles, she and he,

Again became a mom and dad

High up in our cliff side eyrie,

Where two new hatchlings now be had.

A healthy daughter did hatch first.

We of course began feeding her.

Two days later from an egg burst

A son, then tension did occur.

The daughter began to bill jab

The neck area of the son,

Until their came a fatal stab.

This behavior is often done.

As parents we accept this fact,

In eagles, the "Cainism" act.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Journey's End

Francis of Assisi prayed on

The mountain of Verna in fast.

By a mystic phenomenon

The wounds of Christ an angel passed

Upon him in a blessing of

The goodness Francis chose to give,

Spreading to so many, God's love,

Truly a worthy life to live.

A long and wondrous journey he

Had traveled ever in the roam,

Helping wherever he would be.

Now was his time, God called him home.

In a small hut Saint Francis died,

Praying to God to be his guide.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 We'll Always Rhyme

I hear you sing your song about

Fear and worry you have for us.

I hope I can erase your doubt,

And assure you we are A plus.

There will be hurdles that we face.

But whatever goes bad and wrong,

Together in that time and place

The good and right will keep us strong.

I know it's easy to think of

The future handing us hard test,

Which we will pass, thanks to the love

We share, turning what's worst to best.

Together, any and all time,

I promise you we'll always rhyme.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 The Swing

I remember back in grade school

At recess other kids would swing

On swings, but Momma had a rule

I was not to do such a thing.

Feeling sad, I asked Momma why,

And she told me my panties would

Show to the world when I swung high,

And for a young lady, not good.

So I figured a way to swing and

Not break Momma's strict rule, meanwhile

Sure that Momma would understand,

I told her 'bout it with a smile.

I remember Momma did scoff

When told I took my panties off.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 A Time to Mature

When I was ten, Dad and I went

Hiking into wilderness and

Occurred unexpected event,

Which the two of us had not planned.

Dad slipped and fell down an incline.

His leg was broken and he said

That by himself he would be fine,

But needed me with a cool head,

To go back the way we'd just come

To the ranger station we passed.

Good sense skills, Dad knew I had some.

On that journey I grew up fast.

From where we'd come I did retrack,

And was able to bring help back.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Name Fame

A hopper as grasshoppers are,

I hopped all the way into town.

Thirsty, I hopped into a bar,

Hopped onto a stool and sat down.

The bartender came over and

Gave a kind of strange look at me,

Which I guess I could understand,

Since a stranger in here I be.

Then the bartender asked if I

Would like a drink and I said yes.

Next the bartender did reply,

"The drink named after you I'd guess."

I was surprised but said to him,

"Okay, I'll have the drink named Jim."

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Buddy System

I be a bud upon a stem

On a tree where other buds be.

I be one of many of them,

Adding spring colors to this tree.

And as a bud I keep in mind

That a flower bud I am not,

Which is of a different kind.

I be the kind of bud that's got

A future as food making one

Of many for my tree's good health.

My kind will work well with the sun,

Making good food with a green wealth.

My time as a bud will be brief,

Then I will turn into a leaf.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Rapunzel Redo

I, Dame Gothel, do have a gripe,

Rapunzel in Grimm's fairy tale,

Instead of me, got all good hype,

And got the Prince which I bewail.

As a sorceress I'm portrayed

As the villainess, but was her,

Rapunzel, with her golden braid

Who was the real baddie for sure.

So on this tale I cast a spell.

The Prince thought Rapunzel was me,

Cuz I sent the real one to hell,

Where her hair burned and bald she be.

I, Dame Gothel, hooked the Prince, yes,

Now in the castle called Princess.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Loveland Frog

Loveland, Ohio's cryptid own,

A humanoid frog four feet tall,

Loveland Frog became widely known,

At least in Loveland most of all.

Several decades folklore passed down

By citizens of good repute.

A frog faced beast be seen in town,

Eluding attempted pursuit.

Leathery skinned, fast on the hop,

Going to the river to hide.

Recycled tales just never stop,

By now a source of Loveland pride.

In the year twenty twenty three,

Loveland Frog, city's mascot be.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 My Fox Fur

I am an arctic fox and I

Live in the land of the North Pole.

Bitter cold climate, so must try

To stay warm enough as my goal.

I have a thick coat of white fur

That keeps my body toasty warm.

A long fluffy tail helps assure

More protection from the cold's harm.

'Round my body my tail I sweep

Like an extra blanket so that

I am able to safely sleep

In my frigid cold habitat.

My white fur helps another way,

Blends in snow when I'm hunting prey.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 My Dancing Late

When I went to my first teen dance,

So embarrassed on the dance floor.

Other kids called me antsy pants,

So vowed to never dance no more.

Even at my wedding I would

Not do any dance, and my mate

Made excuses for me, all good

Not to suffer bad dancer fate.

Through all my life I heard songs sang

About death dancing so I'd fret,

Will I have to dance when dead? Dang!

Another embarrassing yet?

One last time I rise from my bed,

Now dancing fine, now that I'm dead.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Call Me Croquet

The sport that I would opt to be

Would be the fun sport of croquet.

Most anybody playing me

Has equal advantage in play.

So I am a family sport,

Popular in summer back yard,

Parents and kids of all assort.

Whether I am easy or hard

Depends on practice of me by

Young or old or male or female.

More one practices me then I

Become more on one's winning scale.

Mallets hitting balls through hoops is

The fun sport that I'd be, gee whiz!

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 The Last Supper

Jesus, during Passover Week,

Did come to Jerusalem in

The knowledge that he'd later speak

At his Last Supper to begin

The telling his Apostles of

His coming journey in death to

High Heaven with His Father's love.

His work on Earth He hoped they'd do.

Then cutting bread and pouring wine

For the Apostles, Jesus said

His body and blood supped divine,

His soul to arise from the dead.

All Jesus said, Apostles heard,

All time and place told Jesus' word.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 My First Memory

My first memory after birth

Is hard to remember so I

Give Momma's choice my highest worth.

Remembering my milk supply

Was something making me feel good.

So when I wanted more milk, yes,

Momma said certainly I would

Know where, without having to guess.

Momma said I would point at her,

At her breasts specifically,

Knowing that was the place for sure

Where more milk was waiting for me.

My first memory, Momma said,

Was knowing where, when wanted fed.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Devil Horns

A Devil Horns eclipse this week,

Best seen in northeast U.S.A.

And in Chicago no such peek,

Forecast to be a cloudy day.

But just in case I will at least

Check out the eclipse day sunrise

O'er Lake Michigan in the east,

But am expecting no surprise.

Of course on any and all morns

In one northeast city, U.S.

The real devil rises with horns.

What is that city, can you guess?

Devil Horns one will always see

Showing in Washington, D.C.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Go 'Round the World

The journey I think would be worth

My time and money to go on

Would be the orbiting of Earth,

Where relatively few have gone.

I'd book myself on a spaceship,

And blast off into outer space.

I'm sure the highlight of my trip,

To view the ball in time and place.

This planet Earth that I call home,

Specifically Chicago town,

The furthest from I'll ever roam,

Next to Lake Michigan far down.

On taking trips, I've had bad luck,

So hopefully I won't get stuck.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 The Seed of Life

Some say the universe did come

In a big bang to begin all.

Later the seed of life, some say,

In just a whisper came to call,

Sprouting a circle that first day.

And six days after, circles six,

Forming a flower, so some say,

To blossom life in many mix.

So many secrets in this seed

From life therefrom did become known,

As the Creator sensed the need

To give more knowledge to life sown.

The Creator did hope would come

With more knowledge come more wisdom.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Fadwa Tuqan

Fadwa Tuqan of Palestine

Created poetry to tell

In her own distinctive design

Of the suffering that did dwell

Within her people who had to

Endure the occupation by

The Israeli armed forces who

Caused all of her loved ones to die.

In December, 2003,

Under siege, Nablu, her hometown,

Alone and bedridden was she,

And writing her last poem down.

She wrote that her time here was gone,

Poet of Palestine passed on.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 My Time to Spring in Springtime

In the fall season I fall back

Into my bulb that's underground,

Ready for next winter attack.

Needed dormancy I be bound.

This winter time is my time to

Chill out and stay cool for a while.

For then in coming spring I do

A sprouting forth in proper style,

First sending up into the air

My stem, getting help from the sun.

For me, some green leaves to prepare,

Then finally my flower done.

This tulip blossoms forth to be

A messenger, "Come visit me."

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Mercy on Me

They caught me stealing liquor from

The store, and I thought oh my God,

I'm in for it for being dumb.

But they did something I thought odd.

They took the booze from me, and gave

It back, and  convincing the store,

Just a mistake, my butt to save.

They'd never been so nice before.

But then they told me that they were

Disappointed I'd been so bad,

And hoped would never reoccur,

Then said they'd not tell Mom and Dad.

Lesson learned from Rose and Marie,

My sisters took mercy on me.

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.