Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Age to Wear Safety Factor

My 3 year old granddaughter, Sue,

I let play dress up in clothes I

No longer wear, I happen to,

Near the closet be walking by,

See Sue pull out a high heels pair

Of my shoes, and tries to step in.

Then suddenly I am aware

This is a danger to Sue when

She starts to lose her balance, so

Before she falls, I lift her out.

Sue's unhappy with me, I know,

Wants to hear a why not, no doubt.

Too young to wear these shoes, she's told

By Grandma who is now too old.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Sore Me

I fell in love with a cute lass.

We were often called B and B,

My name be Bruce, her name be Brass.

And so as wedded couple, we

Were sharing ups and downs of life.

One of the downs was that I had

Flirtations with gals not my wife.

When Brass found out, she was quite mad,

And told me she had better not

Find out I flirted any more.

But then I flirted, I forgot

Brass could make me feel very sore.

I hurt a lot when she took aim,

Brass Knuckles be her maiden name.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Forest Calling for Us

The forest called us and we came,

Young lovers, the two of us be.

The trees around called us by name,

Felt very welcome, you and me.

In Springs we shared the forest's birth,

Grow into Summers' luscious green.

In Falls, tree leaves fell back to earth.

We both enjoyed the golden scene.

In Winters, we walked under trees,

Leafless branches to us would wave,

When there'd be any chilly breeze.

Each forest visit, thanks we gave.

We walk together, seasons all,

Feeling blessed by the forest's call.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Fall Fest for Me

I smell the smoke from a campfire.

My fond memories of such leaves

Me to pine in yearning desire

To sense what my visit achieves.

As usual, I make some noise,

Causing all the campers to flee.

Ah, fresh s'mores, one of my fav joys,

Sweet toothfully crunch, downed by me.

Being autumn, it is a cinch,

Apples covered in caramel,

Also in cider, thirst to quench,

Baked pumpkin pie, love taste and smell.

So nice of these campers to share

Some tasty goodies with this bear.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Forgot Us!

We, a bouquet of roses, he

Bought as peace offering for her.

Now on a city park bench, we

Were left by him, when did occur

A sudden downpouring of rain,

And he ran off, not to get wet,

As out of sight and mind, he'd lain

Us near, no doubt he'll be upset

When later, halfway home, recalls

We lovely roses he had bought.

And empty handed, back he crawls

For her forgiveness, he so sought.

A hefty price for us he spent,

But will she buy his hoped intent?

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Durian Fruit

I am called the durian fruit.

The Malay word, dure, means thorn.

When I'm picked in human pursuit,

If picker's wise, hardhat is worn.

Like dirty gym socks I do smell,

So in some public places banned.

For many beasts, I do taste well,

So sniff out where my tree does stand.

Eaten as food, humans enjoy.

And as an aphrodisiac,

Non food appetites I can buoy.

For multi use I have a knack.

When confidence in me is placed,

I can become an acquired taste.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Memory Mystery

My shrink tells me in therapy,

I hold a memory from my past,

But it remains a mystery,

That for some reason I have cast

Far down in my subconscious, deep.

Once in a while, I get a clue

That I dream of when I'm asleep.

But that's the only time I do

Feel that some hidden treasure is

Waiting for me to find someday.

And I am so curious, gee whiz,

So a detective's role I'll play.

Memory mystery in my mind,

I still need some more clues to find.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Inner Space Traveler

Instead of outer space, I be

Sent to deep inner space first time,

Where no one's gone before, but me.

Now here and hard to believe I'm

Watching bodies orbit around

A larger nuclear core one,

Kind of like planets orbit bound

Around a larger central sun.

Thanks to A.I., NASA did find

Ways and means to go in, not out,

Using teleporting designed

To send me into small, no doubt.

Miniaturized more and more,

Now in atom world to explore.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Misha

The Russian bear, first used as joke

By the West as a ridicule,

Making fun of the Russian folk

As being quite easy to fool.

So Russians then decided to

Make their bear to portray success,

Misha, a cute, young bear cub who

Was the successful mascot, yes,

Of 1980 Olympics

During the summer in Moscow,

For a Russian pride and warmth mix,

Feel good bear image to endow.

The West no longer seems to care

Poking fun at the Russian bear.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 What Hilda's Fishing For

Hilda in her hammock does fish

Well, two caught, next soon on the hook.

But Hilda's got a different wish

To do well, so does read a book,

That when done, hopefully will

Provide her much better insight

In other sort of fishing skill,

Going fishing for Mr. Right.

So far, she's about half way through,

Now reading on best fishing line

She should use as a come on to

Catch the trophy of her design.

Hilda's deep in attention span,

She's reading "How to Catch a Man."

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Pink Sunset

As sun is setting, we birds think

It's time to take a break from flight,

The sky now such a lovely pink,

Welcome hello to coming night.

Nice bush branches we see below,

And each of us find perching spot

To snuggle in, mid pinkish glow.

In perfect time and place we've got

A bird's eye view of nature's best,

As we prepare ourselves to get,

Over the night, a blissful rest,

Beginning with this pink sunset.

We sing in song, bid sun goodbye,

Thanking her for such pretty sky.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Incandescent

We Incans weren't allowed to go

Up to Machu Picchu at night.

But I was curious, and so

Walked up the mountain with no light.

Once I got to the sacred place,

I lit a torch to look around,

But didn't stay long, cuz I'd face

Death, so back home I soon be bound.

First, I tried to put the torch out,

To not be seen, but then set me

On fire, waving the torch about,

Then fanned the flames when I did flee.

A human fiery torch, I went,

As I made my Incandescent.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Wedding Night

I was attracted to you, and

Set my sights on making you mine,

Became my husband as I planned,

Your loving me by my design.

And on the night after we wed,

To consummate in time and place,

We came together in our bed.

You, powerless in my embrace,

As you became the latest of

Many a husband come my way,

Feeling my special skill in love,

Making you unsuspecting prey.

Black widow spider I become,

And make a meal of you, yum, yum.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 My Making

I'm ready in right time and place

To make a poem from pen flow,

Arranging reason into rhyme,

Find words for each line, make it so.

Sometimes such task is easy, and

I am always grateful for such.

Other times, which I understand,

The task brings difficulty, much.

But whether easy or hard be,

Bringing forth a poem to live,

Becoming a critic is me

On worthiness of what I give.

My mind then asks my heart and soul,

Did what I pen achieve my goal?