Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Sunset

I am programmed to do my best

Whatever mission I'm sent on.

I fly through the air going west

And into the phenomenon

Of a magnificent sunset,

Which I am able to enjoy

Because of new programs that let

Me have true feelings to deploy

Just as well as humans can sense.

So seeing a grand sunset be

Artificial intelligence,

Making it glorious for me.

Fighter jets come, I'm not alone,

And soon to be a shot down drone.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Arachne

Arachne, young Greek mortal girl,

Had magnificent weaving skill.

At goddess Athena she'd hurl

Superior boasts which did instill

Great offense in Athena who

Did order a weaving contest

To decide better of the two.

Wise Athena knew that the best

Weaver was Arachne but she

Was enraged that a mortal would

Dare to defy divinity.

Arachne's weaving was too good.

So Athena would not abide her,

Turned Arachne into a spider.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Wanted

Wild west sharpshooter was her fame.

In a shooting contest I met

The teenager and she took aim,

Beating me, I lost a big bet.

The two of us then joined up with

Buffalo Bill's show, and she'd shoot

Cigars out of my mouth, no myth.

Crowds sure loved this legal pursuit.

Not wanted by the law, but she

Was in public demand a lot,

And she was wanted most by me,

Lucky, she let herself get caught.

She was wanted by me for sure,

Annie Oakley, I married her.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 My Mother, a Selkie

When I was nine years old, I found

A sealskin that my Father hid

In a chest buried underground.

When Mother saw the skin she did

Take it from me and told me when

She was a Selkie seal who had

Come from the sea and shed her skin.

My Father then did something bad,

Forced her to be his human wife.

But now she had her sealskin and

She could return to her sea life,

And hoped that I would understand.

Often when I am by the sea,

I know my Mother's watching me.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Awaiting Time

For most it's known as Halloween,

But for a witch it's Samhain Eve,

When dead and living can commune.

I am a witch and I believe

That on this hallowed eve I will

Once again share time and place of

A celebration to fulfill

Reunity with my true love.

Beneath the full moon I await

The coming to me from beyond,

My true love, and we'll celebrate.

For this eve we two can rebond.

My true love's coming, I can tell.

I fell opening up of hell.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Minoan Snake Goddess

The Minoan snake goddess of

Island of Crete  would each year wed

A young god consort she would love

Till year end when he would be dead,

Then reborn next year to begin

Another fruitful cycle that

Was like a snake shedding its skin,

"Rebirth" in nature's habitat.

Each death and rebirth of the god

Would be how the snake goddess would

Makes seasons, worshippers could laud

When harvesting season be good.

The Minoan snake goddess be

Protecting good fertility.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Grouchy Giraffe

A grouchy giraffe now I be,

Cuz a pesky mosquito is

Quite a pain in the neck for me,

Buzzing around, minding my biz.

I know it wants to bite my neck,

So try to swat it with my head,

Swing round and round, but what the heck!

Just make myself dizzy instead.

This bad bug bugs me to the point

Of being a grouchy giraffe,

With a neck that's now out of joint.

Darn mosquito has the last laugh.

One more pain in the neck I've got,

Cuz I've tied my neck in a knot.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Reality Checkup

With urination woes I went

To Doc in hopes to get a cure.

"Dose of reality," did vent

Doc, as I did listen to her.

"Global warming's destroying all."

"Unknown pandemics any time."

"Nuclear war's about to fall."

"Law and order can't stop high crime,"

Doc continued with her tirade

Of warnings with her high pitched rants,

Then chuckled at success she'd made

When she saw that I'd peed my pants.

Doc gave her prescription for me,

A dose of dire rhetoric be.