Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Halloween Decorations Year 'Round

Interior decorating is

What I did for a living most,

So now I continue my biz

In my haunted house as a ghost.

Like many people, I came to

This haunted house and soon fell prey

To the mayhem the ghosts would do,

In scary games ghosts like to play.

Now my fellow ghosts bring to me

New, fresh victims from which I turn

Into decorations that be

Artistic fulfillment I yearn.

Haunted house decorated in

Arranging victims' bones and skin.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 My Favorite Trait

A question 'bout myself I'm asked,

What would be my favorite trait?

This is such challenge to be tasked.

I have so many I feel great.

Physical and mental traits, I

Have many fine, so pick just one

From an overwhelming supply,

Very difficult to be done.

But I will pick the one I feel

That everyone I know would say

Is my very best trait, so real,

That everyone is blown away.

My favorite trait about me

Is of course all my modesty.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 House of Ill Repute

It cost a fortune to be built

By a wealthy family who

Built the house well from shame and guilt,

Which often wealthy people do.

The house disliked humans no doubt.

Families came, felt tragedy.

The survivors always moved out.

Decades came and went, the house be,

And human trespass did persist.

The house knew how to deal with them.

Some humans would try to persist,

But soon suffered the house mayhem.

Come if you dare to my domain.

I'm called Hill House, I'm called insane.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Doomsday is Coming

Being raised in the turkey farm,

I had a childhood full of fun.

But now I've reached age of alarm

That soon I'll be a serving one.

My feathers plucked, dressing stuffed in

Me to become a roasted bird

To go to where I've never been,

Tummies of bunch of human herd.

My farmer isn't looking, so

Time for my great escape to be.

A turkey on the run I go

Somewhere no one wants to eat me.

Turkey Day is coming, so I

Run, hoping I'll learn quick to fly.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Last Shop

At the end of this road, a shop.

A sign does say, "End of Road Sale."

Somehow this beckons me to stop,

To find a bargain to avail.

The shopkeeper, a young girl, is

Giving me a welcoming smile,

I'm sure an asset doing biz,

Behaving in such pleasant style.

She offers a ticket to sell

For one person, one way no doubt,

Either to heaven or to hell.

At the Pearly Gates I'll find out.

And what I pay is my last breath,

As I travel from life to death.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 My Show Goes On

Dia de los Muertos is

When relatives remember me,

A stand up comic in show biz,

Dead lots on stage, figuratively,

So many times telling bad jokes,

But always could count on support

In the audience of kinfolks,

Deemed me bad comic, but good sport.

So on this day, relatives dig

Me up, let my skeleton stand,

As though performing my own gig,

For which they give me a big hand.

So on each Day of the Dead, I

Do stand up comedy and die.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Monster Metaphor

In folklore I'm a monster famed

For punishment of lustful men.

Hair of snakes, Medusa I'm named.

I should be praised by all women,

Who feel of men as I do feel,

When we're treated badly by them.

Men deserve a punishment real,

Experiencing our just mayhem.

Men must know we hold scorn and rage

When they think we're objects to own.

Thus it's fitting that we engage

In turning such men into stone.

When he sees her in lustful way,

He deserves a statue display.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Judging Accountability

How accountability is

Judged depends upon humankind.

We the People mind others' biz

With some emotion on our mind.

Thus, too often some judging errs

When some humans make the wrong choice,

Too swayed by emotional cares.

Perhaps A.I. be the best choice

Of pure reason for truth be found.

From the facts then just law applied.

The truly guilty, prison bound,

A sure righteous justice supplied.

Innocent jailed, guilty go free,

That's just how human justice be.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 My Prayer for All Poetry

All Poetry in time and place

Where there can be shared poetry.

Condition of the human race,

What was, what is, and what could be.

Poetic thoughts are keyed into

The site, and others there may read.

Agree or disagree, we do,

Praise or criticize, yes indeed.

But hopefully, each poet is

Somehow bettered by poems done,

Encouraged to pen more, gee whiz,

And while doing so, to have fun.

For each and every poet, may

Be good health and shared joy, I pray.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 My Darkness Side

Dark, macabre, gothic works as goal,

Why did I write, so many ask?

Of course I be a troubled soul.

Personal tragedy gave task

Of such writing an obsessed need.

But also, curiosity

Of dark impulses, yes indeed,

Human nature's duality

That drive to self destruction some,

Who feel internal horror real.

Edgar Allen Poe works welcome,

Enjoying much public appeal.

The poetry and prose of mine,

I wrote and let the darkness shine.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Needle Need

A drug addict he turned into.

Heroin  master, he its slave.

Nothing anyone tried to do,

All of the help so many gave

Was just manipulated by

Him, his habit to carry on.

Finally, we all stopped to try

To help him, and then he was gone.

Disappeared as a homeless bound.

A year went by, then the cops came,

In an alley, his body found.

Somehow I felt I was to blame.

No more would living do him harm,

My son dead, needle in his arm.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Good Halloween Costume

Time came for their first Halloween,

Being able to trick or treat.

So from house to house they were seen,

Costumed like foxes as they'd greet,

Each wearing a fox looking mask,

Sporting a pair of pointed ears,

And clad in reddish fur they'd ask

For trick or treat, got raving cheers

And lots of treats, treat givers not

Knowing trick too was being played.

Under their costumes, none did spot

How each young one was really made.

A very fun Halloween that

Was had by each flying fox bat.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Ostrich I'd Be

If I could be any bird, I

Would be an ostrich and a male,

With fluffy black feather supply,

Though white on my wing tips and tail.

Heaviest and largest bird make

Me flightless, but fastest bird on

Land, when I do decide to take

Opportunity to get gone.

In the wild, humans are worst threat,

So an ambassadorship I'd

Pick as a job for my best bet,

Long quality of life provide.

So the home I would want to go to,

Of course would be the Lincoln Park Zoo.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Ice Cube Scare

Summertime and so awesome hot.

No machinery to cool off, so

I went to the fridge and I got

A nice ice cube, which then did go

Into my mouth, on it to suck,

For quick cooling relief to feel.

But then came a turn of bad luck.

The cube slid down my throat for real,

Getting stuck, I began to choke.

But the ice cube would not move out.

Wave of panic swept me, no joke.

I just had to stay calm, no doubt.

Choked to death on an ice cube fate?

No, all I had to do was wait.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Shadow Fighting

Early on as a child I learned

So many shadows I would find

That taunted me, and so I yearned

To confront and to fight this kind.

Even in my own family

And in some friends, such shadows found.

But no matter appeals by me,

I would be sent frustration bound,

Because while I made such appeal

To the person, the shadows would

Hide in the dark, appear not real,

Difficult changing bad to good.

Shadows of prejudice to fight,

Always be armed with lots of light.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Remembering Wounded Veterans

National Forget Me Not Day,

On each November 10th is for

Veterans injured in some way,

Returned alive in peace or war.

Too many such veterans be

Forgotten by our government,

Once ending his or her duty,

Serving whatever purpose sent.

Injured veterans deserve best

Resources available to

Be thanks for their service expressed

In care and caring that We do.

We the People must not forget

Veterans needing best care yet.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Trickster

I'm called an orchid mantis. Why?

Because I do resemble, yes.

A real live orchid bloom, and I

Trick pollinators, I confess,

By reflecting light in such way,

The bugs think I'm an orchid bloom,

Approach me, intending to stay,

To get some nectar, but get doom.

When in my reach a bug does land,

So fast my strong front legs snap out,

Capturing the bug as I planned,

Always a tasty treat no doubt.

Of course the favorite bug for me,

Ironically, an orchid bee.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Jalebi

Welcoming of jalebi smell,

Frying be floating through the air.

I was back at home I could tell,

Felt much better just being there.

Ah, that crispy pretzel look sweet,

Syrup soaked with lemony tang.

My mouth watering for that treat,

And a fresh batch ready, hot dang!

My teeth crunch down on the first one,

Then the second and then the third,

Would be a while before I'm done,

Delight, my feeling in one word.

No matter how messed up my life be,

Mom's hug and jalebi bettered me.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 You Knew Me Biblically

You knew me biblically last night,

After we met at the hotel.

There was attraction at first sight.

A few drinks later, all was well.

You knew me biblically when we

Left the bar and rented a room,

Knowing hanky panky would be

With budding romance come to bloom.

You knew me biblically, your need,

Which of course was part of my plan.

Though you were drunk, we did the deed.

I knew you were a married man.

Since you are too passed out to know,

I'll take my fee and off I go.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Stolen for Love

When your eyes my eyes first did see,

At such first sight I fell in love,

So sought refuge in poetry,

While driving my car, busy of

Writing with some plagiarized skill.

Any spoken letters could die.

Too often words in love can kill.

Neither reason nor logic, my

Writing a love poem, my task.

And so I write in anxious breath.

Love has no past, of mine don't ask.

Poem pages I write till death.

Love does not stop at a red light,

So hit by a bus as I write.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Columbus

A very bold explorer who

Headed west for the Indies bound,

But connected old world with new,

While giving proof the world was round.

But also in the new world had

Indigenous tribes enslaved, and

Whole cultures treated very bad,

Spread pain and death throughout the land.

Because of him the old world came,

Causing the new world suffering.

Pride in him mixed with guilt and shame

At both good and bad he did bring.

Christopher Columbus does now be

Hero and villain in history. 

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 On Good Path with Good Friend

Born into this world innocent,

I soon confronted sin and hate.

But baptized young, my parents sent

Me with best friend to future fate,

With Jesus who would always be

In my heart, my mind and my soul,

Giving the confidence to me,

To with my life attain God's goal.

At times I lost my good way bound,

And wandered into traps of sin.

But thanks to Jesus, I was found,

Got back on the good path again.

To Jesus Christ I daily pray

For help on path to God to stay.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 John Wayne Gacy

John Wayne Gacy, infamous name.

I liked young guys, I must confess.

Mass murdered them, that brought me fame,

Then buried corpses, what a mess!

Found under my house, rotting there.

I wanted to stay close to them.

Even when dead, I still did care.

Dozens dead, thanks to my mayhem.

Year by year, killed them one by one,

Their remains with me to remain.

Serial killing, lots of fun.

State offed me, then studied my brain.

When not killing 'round Chicago town,

I'd do kids' parties dressed as a clown.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 House Haunter

I am a lonely little mouse.

All other mice I keep away,

Because this is a haunted house,

But is my home and so I stay.

Long ago I came from the field

All by myself and traveled till

I came to this house that appealed

To me, and so I am here still.

One night the cat, who lives here too,

Was chasing me, and I almost

Got away, but now a mouse who

Is haunting this house as a ghost.

I am a little ghost mouse that

Runs around and teases the cat.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Lock Against Betrayal

The lock against betrayal is

Put on each partner, 'twixt and 'tween,

For their bondage and discipline biz.

October first through Halloween,

The whole month, kinky challenge for

The BD partners to abstain

From any sexual rapport.

Each with a device in domain

Requiring unlocking by key

Held by the other partner so

There is mutual chastity

Thirty one days in a row.

Playing of the chastity game

Month of "Locktober" by nickname.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Legend of Annie Palmer

Annie Palmer, White Witch, is said

To haunt Rose Hall, Montego Bay.

Since 1846 she's dead,

But still a voodoo ghost they say.

Tours taken of Rose Hall claim

Annie's eyes in her portrait do

Follow their movements with her aim

Whether their souls she should pursue.

Several investigations done

Prove Annie was not a witch, bad,

And Annie's tale, a made up one,

Lots of fictionalizing had.

Annie Palmer, her tale to tell,

So more her tour tickets sell.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Pick a Peeve

Be a giraffe with a sore throat,

Or centipede with itchy feet?

A quirky question I do note,

Neither pick of happy receipt.

But I will pick the giraffe be,

Then swallow the centipede, sure

From what I hear, a remedy

To give a giraffe, sore throat cure.

And sure enough, soon after I

Swallow that centipede, there is

Throat pain relief in good supply,

As gone is the soreness, gee whiz!

No more sore throat, but still a hitch,

Cuz this giraffe's throat now does itch.