Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Peony

I am a flower, peony,

Deemed by humans, good luck I bring.

Right now I am hosting a bee,

Who loves all my sweet nectaring.

And when the bee leaves, it will take

My pollen to spread all around,

Help for more of my kind to make.

And then I sense that you are bound

Right toward me, and I can guess why.

But as you sniff me, that bee might

Fly up your nose, so bid goodbye

To bee, now set for your delight.

I do bring lots good luck, I do,

Just brought for bee and me and you.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Loser

It was a high stakes poker game,

One player on a winning streak,

A stranger, Jack was his first name.

Still, that big winning hand I'd seek,

But kept losing, last hand I'd bet

My home, and was a hand I lost.

My wife and kids left me, upset.

A losing poker hand had cost

Not just my home, but family.

I gambled all the best I had.

All around loser I did be.

The gambling bug, I had it bad.

My bluff, the stranger, Jack, did call,

And won that hand, I lost it all.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Remember Me?

What will people remember me

As? A question that my answer is,

I don't think much about that be,

Not caring to mind other's biz.

Lot of words said, lot of deeds done,

Some right, some wrong, some bad, some good.

People's memory of me is one

I don't change, even if I could.

One thing, lots of people know it,

I am a long time sonneteer,

So remembered as such poet,

Okay when I'm no longer here.

Remember me spending much time

Finding reason, this or that rhyme.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Shadowed by Death

Into a valley pasture green

I found myself one lovely day,

Such a natural beauty scene,

I decided a while to stay.

So a leisurely rest I took

Upon the grass and flowers by

A gently flowing babbling brook,

Watching white clouds roll through blue sky.

Then I was startled suddenly,

Threatened I had ignored all sign

This place was not welcome to me,

So dire consequence was all mine.

A stranger and trespasser, I,

The owner shot, was left to die.

Sense Sonnet - pumper

 Sir David Attenborough, Our Friend

Sir David Attenborough, you

Are a one hundred year old boy.

For all butterflies, old and new,

Thank you for helping us enjoy

Better lives in the world we share.

Your great conservation work on

Behalf of us, we know you care.

And so I fly and land upon

Your nose, to wish happiest of

All your birthdays, and many more.

For all butterflies, I give love.

You're one human we all adore.

Sir David Attenborough, I

Am a most grateful butterfly.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Change Direction

For the last several hundred years,

By western lords, the world's been ruled.

Power and money instill fear.

Dissent and protest ridiculed.

But in the last decade there is

A shifting in the ruling game.

More at stake, playing dirty biz,

Fighting amongst western lords came.

Old alliances fell away,

Rotting within the team until

They forfeited due to decay.

The destiny, fate would fulfill.

As reign of western lords be ceased,

World ruled now by lords of the east.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 "To Be Or Not To Be"

"To be or not to be," Shakespeare

Made this famous in Hamlet play.

Will also was famed sonneteer.

Maybe I too can be someday

Good sonneteer, I want to be,

Bad sonneteer, want not so much.

Bunches of sonnets are in me,

Some turn out good, some bad as such.

In Shakespeare's league, most likely not.

But try and try again, I spill

Ink, pouring my sonnets a lot,

Hoping be good one, next one will.

To be or not to be good sonnet,

I'm sure gonna work hard on it.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Disappointed

I adopted a family,

And their child soon became my own,

A favorite, this child for me,

Watching my child through the years grown.

No doubt, my child is very bright,

And in school always performs well,

Which is of course to my delight.

But one night's homework, I could tell

My child's laziness did show through.

Lots of errors done fast and loose.

And my child wanted me to do

The dog ate the homework excuse.

My child does know that such does irk,

So would not eat my child's homework.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Whale of a Tale

So many tales of whales there be

Told to all in prose and in song

Of the largest "fish" in the sea.

But technically, such tales be wrong

When a whale as a fish is called.

Even in Bible's Jonah tale,

When Jonah's swallowing befalled

By a "big fish," in truth a whale.

So as I sit on a ship's bow,

And see a giant whale go by,

Indeed a tale to tell somehow

About a whale up in the sky.

I told my tale, all thought absurd,

Largest mammal turned largest bird!

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Off on Well Deserved Vacation

Another busy season done,

Cold winter workshop shut up tight.

They all head off to have some fun,

Flying south fast in the moonlight.

Off to a sand beached tropic isle,

A well deserved vacation to

Be traveling toward in high style.

At last it is their dream come true.

All expenses, the boss has paid,

Including the company jet,

Boss's backup crew, flight is made.

For happy time, they all are set.

At stroke of midnight, Christmas Day,

Elves parachute from Santa's sleigh.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 White House Meeting

Winston Churchill in World War II,

On visit to the White House, stayed

In the Lincoln Bedroom, and through

With his night bath soaking, he made

His way to his robe, when appeared

Tall man with frock coat and top hat.

At first Churchill thought this was weird,

But very soon realized that

He recognized who this man be.

Though some flustered, as bareness will,

"You have the advantage of me,"

"Mr. President," said Churchill.

Abe stared at Churchill for a while,

Then Abe disappeared with a smile.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 My Grandfather Clock

My Grandfather Clock, I do love

How regularly he does chime

In on telling me stories of

Far off places, long ago time.

My Grandfather Clock tells so well

His lifetime stories to me with

Such an awesomeness, I can't tell

Whether such time's are truth or myth.

My Grandfather Clock, with him I

Spend lots of time listening to

His tales of his past times and why

I don't mind whether or not true.

Grandfather, favorite for me

In hour whole Clock family.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Aldebaran Dream

Aldebaran, giant red star,

Created in the Aztec mind,

The Follower in night sky far

Of demons bound for humankind,

Seeking to catch them before they

Could reach and demonize the earth.

Aztecs charted the star display,

Built pyramids to worship worth

Of Aldebaran to at last

Catch and destroy the demon plan,

Before reaching the earth to cast

Doom o'er Aztecs place and time span.

Aztecs fretted the wrong mayhem,

As Spaniards came and destroyed them.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Devil Be Damned

I remember the day I fell,

God told me that my punishment

Was to be landlord over hell,

Where all the sinners would be sent.

And since then I have had to deal

With only humans, all a bore.

I'm constantly punished for real,

With this afterlife cleanup chore.

All humans go to hell with sin,

A very few to heaven go.

Just plants and animals let in,

Bummer arrangement,  doncha know!

In hell's where most humankind be,

So have some sympathy for me.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 "Blackadder" Sequel

A new "Blackadder' series planned,

During reign of King Charles the Third.

The Epstein files are exposed, and

Prince Andrew's downfall has occurred.

Charged with treason, the prince may tell

Of how the king knew all about

His brother's misdeeds, and not well

For monarchy's future no doubt.

And so the Blackadder is hired

To make the whole thing go away.

A save the king plot is desired,

And made to happen by foul play.

This "Blackadder" ends with the take,

Prince Andy's killed off by this snake.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Subjecting

Paint a picture for you to read,

And hope you see yourself therein.

An end I would hope for indeed,

But am not sure how to begin,

Since I don't really know you, so

I'll start by just saying, "Thank you,"

For letting me just say, "Hello."

And hope you are a person who

Patiently gives me enough time

To make attempt to do my best,

By having you read my whole rhyme,

And then take part in this contest.

Please, as your eyes gaze upon it,

Picture myself in my sonnet.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 From House to Shop

There is a fairy tale of old,

Three pigs, and a house each did build

Of straw, of wood, of bricks, retold

With a different ending fulfilled.

The tree houses left empty when

Off to market did go each pig.

The houses were foreclosed on then.

At the market, having grown big,

All of the three pigs found themselves

Each taking on a change of name,

And put up front on a shop's shelves.

Once pigs, but now pork chops became.

These three pigs ended up in this tale

Daily special in butcher shop sale.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 My Favorite Sound

Whenever walking outside or

Inside and with a window down,

Sound I always want to hear more,

Whether in country or in town.

It's the natural music there,

Through all the seasons of the year,

The music floating in the air,

Which always puts me in good cheer.

Melodic chirps, whistles and trills,

Warbles, buzzes, short or long tune,

Lifting my spirit such fulfills,

A welcome sound, most opportune.

I always hope such sound be heard,

Sound of any and all songbird.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Game Players

In every nation 'round the world

There are elites who seek control.

Upon the masses ever hurled

A lot of tricks and lies, with goal

To keep the masses in the dumb,

Easy to do, as most are fools,

Always believing what spews from

Wannabe or elite who rules.

Yes, there be many an elite,

Going up and down, left and right,

Playing their game as each compete,

Rule masses with money and might.

So which elite is winning out?

China's elite, best odds, no doubt.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Aging with Right in Mind

All throughout this life I have had,

I know what ten commandments say.

Mostly I'm good, a little bad,

And keep in mind for Judgement Day.

So, as I get older, I try

To be good more and be bad less,

Cuz I should know better is why.

How God will count, just have to guess.

Most my bad done when I was young,

God maybe gives allowance for.

But now old me, by deed and tongue,

Likely God expects good much more.

So when at Pearly Gates I be,

Sure hope God's Judgement's for entry.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 I Show But Don't Tell

As in the darkness we two wait,

He often whispers to me here

Of his excitement that her fate,

By her footsteps,  is coming near.

These ladies of the evening walk,

Each into his trap set for them.

Then he with me gives each the shock

Of their lives, when they feel mayhem,

As with me, flesh is ripped and torn.

We leave each victim lifeless to

Be discovered next early morn.

He takes such pride in what we do.

As Jack the Ripper's knife I be

Silent on Jack's secrets with me.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Ima Giver

You call me "Honey," am I sweet,

Smellin' like love, lookin' like rain?

You want my demons, you repeat,

Which makes me think you are so vain,

You thinkin' you are just the one

The gods above made just for me.

And dancin' with you's all the fun

That I should ever want to be.

Call up the boys, you tell me to,

Cuz you're too busy with your booze.

Get rid of you, I gotta do.

Your boys are your demons I choose.

You wanted all my demons, so

You got'em and to hell you go.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 If You Knew?

If you knew you were guilty of

Breaking hearts just to have your fun,

Making a mockery of love,

With all the crappy stuff you've done?

If you knew you were preying on

Affections of the innocent,

Telling lies, playing tricks upon

Gullible with selfish intent?

If you knew you would have to be

Telling the truth to me one day,

Having to face your baby, me,

With hurt you've done, you had to say?

If you knew one day that I'd come,

Why did you have to be so dumb?

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Breathing For Now

Enjoying being on a cruise.

Aboard a ship moments ago.

But while alone on deck, I lose

My balance, overboard I go

Into sea waters late at night,

Plunging into cold, dark unknown,

I about pass out from the fright.

Come to the surface, all on my own,

Feeling lucky to be alive.

Tread water is all I can do.

Try to stay calm, hope to survive

Till if and when will come rescue.

Breathing now, in and out, I wait

For whatever, good or bad fate.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Me Choose Cookie Monster

Cartoon character I'd want be

Dinner companion, my first choice,

Cookie Monster, dining with me.

Long on eating and short on voice.

Oft dinner conversation is

An obstacle to chowing down.

So eater, not talker, gee whiz,

Cookie Monster has got renown.

And for a monster, Cookie's cute,

Shaggy blue furred and googly eyed,

In ever cookie search pursuit.

"Me want cookie," me too's applied.

So we'd both dine from just one source,

Chocolate chip cookies, of course.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Sausage Simile

A special sonnet I will write.

I think about as bratwurst make

Of and for her, I'm in delight.

Sonnet to pen, bratwurst to bake.

Yes, she a brat and she the worst.

Like my sausage my sonnet will

Be very tasteful and well versed,

And both prepared with special skill.

My tools for bratwurst and sonnet,

Both sharpened pen and sharpened knife.

Each work of art, yes I'm on it,

Least I can do for my late wife.

Her special sonnet, I begin,

Writing upon her bratwurst skin.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 My Life Recycled

Reawakened from winter nap,

Begin my sprouting upward bound.

Well rooted, got go ahead tap

To reemerge out of the ground.

Form first a jagged leaf rosette,

Well suited to capture sunlight.

My stem grows, until I am set

For flowering, yellow and bright.

And then my flower transforms to

A white seed head nicknamed "puffball,"

With lots of seeds all fresh and new,

To scatter forth at nature's call.

Time to spring in springtime indeed.

I'm dandelion, oft called weed.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 My Best Camping Experience

Best camping experience I've had,

Was at an Arkansas campsite,

Pitched a tent with my Mom and Dad,

Shared ghost stories into the night.

The folks said it was time for me

To get some sleep, and so I went

To where my sleeping bag did be,

And slipped inside under the tent.

I felt a poking right away

On my back, so curious, I

Dug in the ground, till on display,

I discovered the reason why.

Cause of my back pain quite a shock,

A 40 carat diamond rock.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 My Lady of the Lake

My wife somehow found out I had

Cheated on her, wanted divorce.

Yes, she was right that I'd been bad,

And so I killed my wife, of course.

Took her body to nearby lake,

Rowed out to the middle, dropped her 

Overboard, and began to make

My way back to shore, feeling sure

I could avoid my getting caught.

Then I heard splashing suddenly,

looked behind, could believe it not,

What now was happening to me.

She rises from the lake with sword,

My wife smiles at me, moving toward.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 My Son in Time

My son, being my only child,

I tended to spoil quite a bit.

So when he did wrong, I was mild,

Did not want him to throw a fit.

My son got older, and I saw

He got in trouble more and more,

A teenager, well known by law.

Each wrong got worse than wrong before.

My son hated being in school.

I was shocked what he wrote on line,

Then stopped peeking, I'm not one who'll

Believe such in a son of mine.

They came and told me, was my son

Who shot up his school with my gun.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Philosophy that I Live

My philosophy of life is

Laziness, which I live quite nice,

Avoiding all the rat race biz.

Lazy is value, not mere vice.

If an outcome be destined, then

Lots of effort toward, I not need.

Just go with the flow is no sin,

But just better approach indeed.

Of course, so called experts do say

That laziness is habit bad.

But famed philosophers did weigh

Lazy for more happiness had.

Aristotle philosophized

Laziness called leisure be prized.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Death Penalty Alternative

The death penalty, yes or no?

Such finality, maybe find

A place for criminals to go,

Stop this conflict in human mind.

A prison place not at all nice,

Just necessities while jailed there.

Wannabe bad ones might think twice,

Taking the chance of going where,

In order to pay for their keep,

They would have to labor as long

As sentenced, in the mines dug deep

For precious metals. Right or wrong?

Alternative could come quite soon,

Stick the found guilty on the moon.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 O.J., Yea and Nay

For breakfast, ever since a child,

I like to have orange juice to drink.

Sometimes it's strong, sometimes it's mild.

The in between is best I think.

Orange juice tastes good, and is good for

Me, in having vitamin C.

But when drunk, I know I'm in store

Often for discomfort in me.

So as some orange juice I sip, I'm

Wondering if whether or not

I will go from good to bad time.

But, still drink and wonder a lot.

Orange juice I ever still yearn,

Love the taste but hate the heartburn.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 If Human

If I were human, I am asked,

Then I would want to be what kind?

I observe that humans be tasked,

Being given choice of will mind.

Born innocent, as grow from young

To older, humans seem to choose

To be meaner by deed and tongue.

The choice of will, humans abuse.

So if I were human I would

Use my gift of the choice of will

To say and do whatever good

God created me to fulfill.

So a good bee I try to be.

Thank God, a human is not me.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Prey Upon, Then Neon

I'm a mistress of neon, and

Spray darkness with electric light.

In just a small shop I did start

To use my craft, after a night

Of hunting in a stalking spree,

Then bringing back each trophy to

Enshrine with electricity,

A feat I am the first to do.

O'er time and place of darkness tell

Of serial killers galore.

My special talent does compel

Me to make from the dark, much more.

I take each victim that I kill,

And light up in neon with skill.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Too Close a Shave

I razor shave in front of mirror,

A daily chore I always do.

Behind, the wife at me does peer.

She wishes that a beard I grew.

But, as I've often told her, my

Growing a beard does have a hitch.

I have grown one before, but I

Don't like the fact it makes me itch.

Then the wife often reminds me,

Seeing a razor cut, I lose

Consciousness from my blood I see.

And now of course, I see blood ooze.

I wake from faint, and quite upset.

Electric razor I should get.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Supermarket Battleground

Supermarket behavior is

With the more shoppers, the more worse.

Hard not to mind others' bad biz

Of push and grab and scowl and curse

At me for simply being there.

Dairy, produce or bakery,

I constantly have to beware

Other shoppers out to get me,

For daring be in the same aisle.

Their shopping carts are weapons aimed

Offensively straight at me, while

Their shopping's disturbed and I'm blamed.

Early morn, market opens, when

I avoid most their super sin.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Choose to Forgive

Drunk and druggie for way too long,

Hurt myself and others a lot.

Would not admit my life lived wrong.

Then I was blessed, and help I got.

As I made amends for my worst,

Lots of forgiveness given me.

But there were some who at me cursed,

Never forgiven would I be.

I sowed seeds of resentment toward

These others and then myself too.

But, resentment I can't afford.

Forgiving done, I needed do.

Clean and sober, now well I live,

Grateful I found choice to forgive.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 While You Are In Me

In complicated rhythms, I

Entertain, when in me you are.

I just wish that you could sense my

Behavior which is not bizarre.

So please, when you are in me, do

Let your senses be more aware.

And in a different no light, you

Would know how much I yearn to share,

Would hear my masterpiece of verse,

Would see me choreograph so well.

No longer in me would you curse,

And so content in me you'll dwell.

Be assured when you're in me, I'm

Darkness who loves to dance and rhyme.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 I Took the Lead

I, Cassius, conspired to kill

Julius Caesar, foe of mine.

But would the Senate have the will

To carry out my plan design?

Over and over they did shout,

"Kill him, kill him, kill him," but they

Acted not, and so I had doubt,

And so stabbed Caesar to display

To fellow Senators that act,

And not just words, fulfilled the need

To make Caesar's death a done fact.

Thus, others followed me indeed.

Just like Caesar, I now have died,

By same dagger, in suicide.