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.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Workout

I'm at my first aerobics class

For senior citizens, I need

Some shaping up for this old lass,

Was told this is the place indeed.

And sure enough I find out fast

What bad shape this old bod is in.

Hour goes by and will I last,

Or will I give up to chagrin?

So I keep on with jump and twist

And lots of gyrating for me,

But am determined to persist

With all the sweating I do be.

Class is over, I am too late,

But got that leotard on straight.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 My Destiny Dream

I would dream of fortune and fame,

A rock star the whole world would love.

Most on top of the charts my aim.

My fans in the billions full of

Adoration for all that I'm

Singing in songs that come to me

As inspiration anytime,

And once I sang, a hit to be.

My destiny to entertain

The world with song, and always I

As superstar royalty to reign,

My legacy never to die.

My stardom reality zone,

In the shower, singing alone.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Be Tempted By

Little Red Riding Hood I see

Walking through the forest to go

I bet to grandma's house thinks me,

As I watch her through morning glow,

With dewdrops sparkling in the grass,

Growing 'neath the towering trees,

Under which Little Red does pass.

The scent of her floats with the breeze.

Temptation is hard to resist,

But I want not to tempt ill fate,

Which beckons to me through the mist,

My no happy end to await.

That Grimm tale does end grim so I'm

This big bad wolf who'll pass this time.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Crown of Thorns

When Jesus was condemned to die,

Humiliating pain to bring

A crown of thorns on his head by

Soldiers mocking Jesus as king.

To his crucifixion went he,

Crown of thorns Jesus forced to wear.

Holy symbol it came to be

Of suffering Jesus did bear.

The crown of thorns was left behind

As Jesus died, reborn to live

For redemption of humankind,

Ever for our sins to forgive.

Jesus Christ, no crown does he need,

Ever King of Glory indeed.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Continue to Care

As approached last days of her life,

My mother would just wander off.

This caused me a great deal of strife,

Searching for her, but I'd not scoff,

Because I knew that in her mind

She was seeking my father who

Had deserted us, I'd be kind.

There being nothing else to do.

Then the time came which I knew would

When mother and I were apart.

I still tried to do what I could

For my mother's still broken heart.

Each night I leave a lamp to burn

By her grave where she must return.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Just Can't Help Myself

I knew the first time that we met

That you would be a worthy prize,

More so, as you played hard to get.

The truth was that I loved your lies,

Which made my current lover mad,

Which didn't bother me at all.

I'm good at making choices bad.

Don't care whatever chips may fall.

It took a while but you gave in,

Your beginning but end for me.

When I could count you as a win,

No longer interested I be.

Uh - oh, I couldn't help myself.

You're the next trophy on my shelf.