Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Alabaster

In ancient Egypt I did be

Named for Egyptian goddess, Bast,

Who atop vessels made of me,

She as a lioness would last

In tombs for centuries until

Grave robbers would steal my stone art.

And vessels made of me now fill

Museums where I'm a prime part

Of history when Pharaohs reigned.

One Pharaoh I was entombed with,

A jar of my white stone contained

A must have for his trip of myth.

Long time would have decayed him, but

I held cosmetics for King Tut.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 The Emperor's New Suit

The vain emperor's main desire

Was fancy clothes at any price,

At the expense of the empire

Where common folk lived like poor mice.

The court jester, wanting to do

Her best jest ever, said she would

Make the emperor a suit to

Only be seen by wise and good.

The jester pretended to weave

Such a suit and said it was done.

The vain emperor did believe,

And donned the suit as finest one.

All praised the emperor's fine wear,

But one child asked, "Why is he bare?"

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Faeries, Unicorns and Flowers

The faeries rode on unicorns

Into a flower garden where

The frightened flowers aimed their thorns

At the intruders coming there.

The unicorns stopped and talked to

The faeries about using charms

In magical ways which they knew

Would solve all the flowers' alarms.

And so such magical charms cast

Made all the flowers safe and sound.

The faeries and unicorns passed,

All parties happy all around.

The flowers, grateful they had been saved,

To the faeries and unicorns, waved.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 I'm a Given

In each November I prepare

For my trips through the holidays.

Season of giving, I'm aware,

And taken from my dormant phase

Where I've been stuck since last year end.

And I become wrapped up once more,

Anticipating trips to send

Me to folks in places galore.

Over the years I've held up well

Through all the forwarding of me,

Until I reach a shelf to dwell

Until the next year's Yuletide be.

Each Yule it is my goal to take

'Round the world trip by this fruitcake.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Late Night Itch

It's 2 a.m., I'm wide awake

And search the A.P website to

Find a contest that let's me make

My favorite sort of verse to do.

And such a contest I do find,

Called "Late Night Rhyme" this contest is,

The goal of which is be of mind

Of my late night feelings, gee whiz!

I accept this challenge with zeal

About my late night and pen on it,

In fourteen rhymed lines what I feel.

The itch is felt to make a sonnet.

The late night for me is a time

For feeling reason for a rhyme.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 The Choir

Choir mistress is leading the choir.

A young choir mistress but felt by

All the singers, one to inspire.

And so the singers do supply

Her with the finest they can sing.

So as the choir mistress does lead,

The led in confidence do bring

Forth lovely melodies indeed,

Which do float through the wintry air,

Amid the falling snowflakes to

Be for any ears near to share,

Such a performance, pure and true.

The choir mistress does smile as she

Leads song bird choir in harmony.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Person of Interest

Person of Interest, P.O.I.

Sits across from me in the bus.

I feel attraction, but I'm shy,

So start to daydream about us.

In my daydream at first I smile

At my P.O.I. who smiles back.

We gaze at each other a while.

I'm sure my dream's on the right track.

So with my P.O.I. I start

Up a conversation and I'm

Very sincere with all my heart.

The bus jolts, I'm back to real time.

Then my P.O.I. smiles at me.

Maybe a P.O.I. I be!

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Coulda Been Not So Nice

Young and dumb a long time ago,

In a bar I watched him alone.

He was so hot so I did go

Up to him and in a hushed tone

Whispered, "Oh, hi, nice to meet you."

Then suggested we dance, I did.

He looked at me, I think he knew

I was a young, dumb kind of kid.

Same suggestion I did repeat,

While he just sat staring at me.

Finally he rose to his feet,

Out the door and gone he did be.

Later I learned what an awful chance

I took, asking Ted Bundy to dance.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Still Living Contestant

What is the true meaning of life?

A question a contest does ask.

More the pondering, more the strife.

Answering is a true hard task.

If I lived my life as a plant

Or animal not human, I

Might live a life I can or can't

Ask meaning of my life be why?

I google quotes by humans who

An answer to this question give.

Who knows if these answers be true?

Is there a true meaning to live?

The true meaning of life does be

Question still not answered by me.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Doll of My Dreams

A woman that I could possess

Was what I went on the Web to

Find, and a website I found, yes,

That sold a mail order bride who

Would service me in every way,

Always be at my beck and call,

No matter what time, night and day,

Answer to my fantasies all.

The price tag for her was quite high.

All my credit cards I maxed out,

Paid the no refund funds, but I

Knew I'd be satisfied no doubt.

A mail order bride I had bought.

A blow up doll was what I got.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Christmas Cookies

We are Christmas cookies and we

Be baked early on Christmas morn.

Awesome aroma of us be

Through all the household air be borne.

Of course the bakers guard us well

In the kitchen until time to

Be more than just a tempting smell,

But do duty we're meant to do,

And be picked up at a quick pace

By fingers into mouths to feed,

Celebrating in time and place

A Merry Christmas, yes indeed.

We, a short time phenomenon,

Here Christmas day and same day gone.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Uncelebration

The month of December sure is

Filled with all sorts of holidays

With lots of celebration biz

And loads of this and that displays.

Such celebrations seem to take

Much effort to participate.

So as a lazy sort I make

It a rule not to celebrate.

Thus I do what I need to do

So not to have a single care.

I find myself a snug spot to

Be like a hibernating bear.

The month of December does be

Uncelebration time for me.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Front Page Picked

Over the years I'm honored that

Some poems of mine be front page picks,

An illustrious habitat

Where more attention does affix.

Sometimes the pick surprises me,

Most by Kevin but others too,

But a happy poet I be.

Though sometimes I don't have a clue

Why a this or that poem of mine

Was deemed deserving of front page.

I read it again line by line.

Did it just get better with age?

When poem of mine is front page pick,

No doubt I get an ego kick.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Sonnet 20, On It Plenty

Sonnet 20 by Will Shakespeare,

One of many of "fair youth" brand

Where sonnet's subject does appear

Maybe she or maybe he, and

Interpreters swing either way,

Pondering lots the question of

Was or was not Will Shakespeare gay?

Who was this "fair youth" of Will's love?

Feminine and masculine mix

By Will adds to the mystery,

And one of Will's favorite tricks

To keep readers in suspense be.

Interpreting, never ending,

On Will Shakespeare's gender bending.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Good Santa

Movies: Bad Santa, Elf, The Grinch

And Christmas with the Kranks, if I

Must choose one to go, it's a cinch

I'd choose Bad Santa and here's why.

Just the name "Bad Santa' does be

An awful term for children who

Know Santa's always good and he

Just never ever bad would do.

Now in this movie even though

The "Bad Santa" is just pretend,

It's too hard for children to know,

Watching cops shoot him in the end.

In any movie Santa should

Never be bad, always be good.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 By the Light of the Moon

Emily Dickenson did write

In verse about the moon as though

A lovely lady of delight

While turning her face all aglow.

A night or two ago I walked.

"The moon was but a chin of gold."

Later, good fortune on me knocked.

Coming together did unfold.

And now under moonlight we stroll

Hand in hand, and so blessed I feel.

The moon perfectly plays her role

Of sending moonbeams to reveal.

Under Emily's moon we be.

You turn your lovely face to me.