Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Foam Freakout

The Missus had look of alarm,

Said foaming at the mouth was me,

Was worried that I would cause harm,

Because a rabid dog I be.

Our humans would be quite upset

When they found out, and hunt me down.

A putting to sleep I would get,

The Missus warned me with her frown.

Of course I knew the Missus did

Jump to bad conclusions a lot,

But knew this was no time to kid

Her, being very overwrought.

The Missus just made a mistake,

Forgot she'd made me a milkshake.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Transported to Fun

When I am walking here and there,

I love to watch the birds in flight,

Moving so quickly through the air.

So often times I wish  might

Be able to fly like a bird.

But being made a human, I

Know that such flying is absurd,

But still wish I had wings to fly.

Once in a while I'm given gift

Of flying like a bird to keep

My spirit for such in uplift.

Such happens while I am asleep.

Flying forth on the wings I sprout,

Just like a bird, great dream no doubt.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 I'm Weirdly Normal

I grow up in a neighborhood,

Lots of neighbors do call me weird.

My folks don't think that is too good,

Try to assure me, as I'm  raised,

That, yes, I do look different from

All the neighbors, and my folks, too,

But is not a fact worrisome.

I am a normal human, who

Should not fret if I'm weird or not.

I have a very normal mind.

And my folks do love me a lot,

Let neighbors talk, try to be kind.

I guess that weird to them I be,

Normal Martians adopted me.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 "Darecrow"

Together, Hubby and I've been

For decades, and I love to try

New enticements to perk again

'Twist and 'tween us in fun supply.

So when Hubby headed off to

The store, I put on our front lawn,

A blowup pole dancin' doll, who

Would be for Hubby, my come on

And let's spend the rest of the day

Doin' a bunch of that and this

Keepin' us frisky, as we play

Our long and ever game of bliss.

His dancin' queen wants all to know

I love dare Hubby, my old crow.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Mushroom Woman

A lady of the evening, I

Like to hang out in a place that

Has dark and damp in good supply.

It's my most pleasant habitat

For me to meet and greet, gee whiz,

The fun guy ones who seek me out

To sell my name brand of show biz,

The oldest profession, no doubt.

But when I see you head toward me,

I knew you would be trouble, true,

And so, emphatic I must be,

I will not be picked up by you.

This Mushroom Woman is no fool,

You are just a nasty toadstool!

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Just a Brief Pause

Chicago 'long the Lake at night,

Waves gently lapping on the shore.

I briefly pause, such sound and sight

With me so many times before.

But rarely do I ever pause

To take time to appreciate.

I guess I rarely do because

I'm a product, this urban fate

Has stuck within this place and time,

To use the beauty here around

To take advantage, and so I'm

Off to do mischief as I'm bound.

Just a brief pause for this street thug,

Lookin' for someone ripe to mug.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Puddle Skip

Two young ducks flew to the city,

With all its pollution and grime.

Both ducks were feeling quite gritty,

Searched for suitable place and time

To land into some water where

They could splish and splash all about.

A puddle on a road down there,

They approached, but one had some doubt.

This one duck watching the other,

Did feel the need to warn him back,

"This puddle's not for us, brother."

"I'll tell you why," the duck did quack.

"To pop into this puddle will"

"Leave us just as two wet roadkill."

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Less Pressure on Me

I'm the piece of furniture that

My owner still dotes most upon,

Decades together in his flat.

He's joyous when she sits upon

Good ol' me, his cane bottom'd chair.

Fanny became love of his life.

Her sittings on me, wear and tear,

Weight of her bottom, source of strife.

It be a miracle that I

Held myself all together when

She sat. Sadly, Fanny did die,

But for him, sits on me again.

Since Fanny's now a ghost as such,

Her fanny doesn't weigh as much.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Still Being Useful

I share this time and place with that

Are no longer needed and old,

Replaced in below habitat,

Wanted and new by the household.

From an era that's now begone,

I still keep busy with my work,

Still be of use and carry on

My duties, never one to shirk.

I lose a feather as I fly,

Serving my old friends, we all be.

Since I've but limited supply,

I'll stick that feather back in me.

This feather duster does as must,

This attic always has got dust.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Bad Pick

It was in sixth grade that we had

The first school dance that I went to.

Beforehand, worried I'd be bad,

Mom showed a few steps I could do.

At the dance, soon a teacher got

A boy I knew to be a creep

To ask me to dance, I was caught

In a pickle, but tried to keep

My wits, as we went on the floor.

I hoped for a very quick close,

But he gyrated more and more,

And stuck his finger up my nose.

So embarrassed, to feeling sick,

That this first dance had been my pick.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 The Mandela Effect

Mandela effect got its name

From Fiona Broome who does be

Paranormal expert of fame,

Who did believe, incorrectly,

Along with many others sure

In the '80's in prison still,

Death of Mandela did occur.

Broome agreed that such errors will

Happen same time with many brain,

Instead of fact, fiction to find

In many memory domain,

Same trick upon many a mind.

Broome might have wished, but did not boast,

Mandela lived on as his ghost.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Back on Route 66

Being an Oklahoma boy,

I often drove Route 66,

Criss cross the state was my pure joy.

And now, yes, twenty twenty six,

This old highway does celebrate

One hundred years, "The Mother Road."

And so I've returned to my state

To redrive memories bestowed.

I sure felt honored when news came

That this highway would also be

Called Will Rogers highway, nickname,

After the sudden death of me.

So in my Cord L-29,

Drivin' 'long this highway of mine.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 We Lavender Flowers

We lavender flowers do tell

To all pollinators around,

We be a welcome sight and smell.

For sweet nectar, to us be bound.

Be a hummingbird, be a bee,

Be a butterfly, welcome all,

To come and visit so that we

Can please you, that you came to call.

Some time and place we always make

For visits we appreciate.

Your choosing us for nature's sake,

Visiting us to pollinate.

When we lavender flowers bloom,

All pollinators to us zoom.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Gift of Good Deed

I used to think do gooders had

Contagion, so avoided them,

Because real good at doing bad,

Causing my life to be mayhem,

Bringing to all, trouble and ill.

My family and friends sure tried

To help me, but I had no will

To be helped, so chose suicide.

In Chicago on one late night,

To Lake Michigan edge I went.

Thought I was out of sound and sight,

Jumped in, but some came to prevent.

That good deed by some strangers done,

Left me a very grateful one.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 A Fear I Shed

When younger, I would dream a lot

Of being in public somewhere,

And people staring as I'm caught

Facing the world, totally bare.

So in my waking hours, I

Became quite fearful that I would

Find myself, with no reason why,

Naked out in my neighborhood.

So paranoid that I became

Of unthinkingly leaving home,

Then looking at myself in shame,

As totally naked I roam.

But finally, this fear left me,

I joined a nudist colony.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Mr. Grumpfish

Role of Mr. Grumpfish I got,

A part on "Bubble Guppies" show.

I was quite excited a lot,

That off to stardom I would go.

A show for kids set in preschool,

A substitute teacher I be.

So I played my role as one who'll

Catch on with kids as grumpy me.

But the kiddie guppies scene stole,

So very selfish of them, yes,

Causing my small recurring role

To be recurring less and less.

Especially grumpy, cuz I'm

Not given more water air time.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 A Welcome Stop

Back to Mexico we migrate,

From summer back to winter home.

Now in the month of August, late,

We keep an eye out as we roam

Across the blue and sunny sky.

The next stop that we plan to take

Has an abundant food supply

That we can stock up on and take

With us as we continue on.

We Monarch butterflies sure will

Be welcome guests to land upon

Our longtime friends for a refill.

A field of sunflowers below,

Perfect food and rest stop, we go

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 My Secret

I have a secret held quite long,

The truth of which I've never told.

It be a deed I'd done so wrong,

When I was young, and now I'm old.

A few times in my life I've had

To keep my truth so lie do tell

To make my truth not seem so bad,

And not be such a living hell.

So as you read this, maybe you

Are thinking my secret will be

Finally revealed, but not so,

My secret's truth won't come from me.

Live with my secret and its lie,

Its truth I hold until I die.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Dog Gone

A quite huge pit bull bitch I be,

Called Girl in the story that I

Am in with ghouls attacking me.

They leave me alone. I learn why.

Cuz feed on the humans of course,

These ghouls being smart enough to

Figure I'm not a good food source.

But hanging out with humans, true,

Frets me much more than ghoulish stuff.

Much more macabre, most humans are,

And I've been around them enough,

Away from them, can't get too far.

Somewhere my pups and me be bound,

Where there be no humans around.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Menu Choice

Me and the Missus got to go

On Noah's Ark, but first of course,

The two of us wanted to know,

We'd be assured our prime food source.

Noah said lots of salad stuff

Would be available for us.

We told him that's not good enough,

And made a roaring scary fuss,

Whereupon Noah did agree

We'd have our choice of cuts of meat.

Noah had a big family,

So lots for us lions to eat.

No matter what the Bible said,

Noah's family kept us fed.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Dream

All time and place I be with you.

My sweet angel, you came to me,

And ever be my dream come true.

So ever yearn forever be

Reliving all the memories of

Our togetherness, when and where,

Entwining in a perfect love,

For you and I to ever share.

Each time onto our bed I lie,

I wish I would sleep on and on.

Why do I live? Why did you die?

For me, you never should be gone.

Let me dream on, for heaven's sake.

Still in hell, without you, I wake.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 I Love My Wife

I love my wife, I knew so when

The very first time I met her,

And as couple, we did begin

In commitment meant to endure.

I love my wife, though she oft is

Nagging me about this or that,

Insists upon minding my biz,

In or out of our habitat.

I love my wife, even though she

Spends so much money, I have to

Work two full time jobs constantly.

This keeps her happy, so I do.

I love my wife, through bad and good.

Why? I have never understood.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Human Storm

Sometimes in April, snow does fall,

A natural, not tragic, thing,

Certainly not compared to all

Year's tragedies that humans bring,

Purposely inflicting harm on

Each other every night and day,

Just a human phenomenon,

Done in such unnatural way.

Any snow in April won't last,

As lasts the harm that humans do

Each other, ongoing amassed,

Old harms heaped on by harms anew.

Anything that's in nature to find,

Is not more than found in humankind.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 They Think and Say

They think and say from norm I tilt.

They're always on that I am off,

And should be feeling shame and guilt.

Not like them, I know that they scoff.

They think and say a lot of stuff,

How they are good and I am bad.

I'm sure I am never enough,

Meeting expectations they've had.

They think and say what used to be

Causing me lots of pain no doubt.

But now they can expect from me,

I'll be myself and tune them out.

They think and say whatever they

Want, cuz I'm happy with my way.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Lots of Traffic

I once upon a time thought I

Was doing good, but judged be bad.

"Hit the road," ordered the Big Guy,

Cuz I had made him oh so mad.

And since then that same road I took

Is well worn by sinning feet tred,

Thinking they heeded his Good Book

While living, but then find out dead,

That they very falsely did claim

To think that they were doing good, when

They did bad stuff in the Big Guy's name,

Stuff, the Big Guy judged to be sin.

Think gooders know my road so well,

Judged do badders and sent to hell.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Wooing Season

Sprightly I've come from underground,

This male cicada springs out on

My gossamer wings and be bound

For my mating phenomenon.

An iridescent body hued

Onyx with long orange legs I sport.

Big red eyes from my head protrude.

I'm quite a colorful assort,

Attractive to the female eye.

More important, the female ear,

My competition's crushed if I

Sing at my best for her to hear.

I pass along my yearn to sing

To all the males of my offspring.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 My Mind, Felined

My mental health, like my house cat,

Companion fulfilling my need

To have a happy habitat,

Helping me in good thought and deed.

I give some gentle, loving care,

Food and water and space to run.

Then mutually fit life we share,

Each day bringing some joy and fun.

Of course the housecat gets upset,

But I am responsible for

Regular checkups at the vet,

So we stay healthy all the more.

But when my housecat feels not good,

Can claw and bite my humanhood.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Checking in Again

"Welcome Back," the door mat does say

At Reincarnation HQ,

Where many a time I've made my way

For arrival check in to do,

A place where studies are done for

Each of us who reincarnate.

Every time I'm here, I learn more

About my many variate,

From one to another life form.

Coming back to this center is

Simply a transitioning norm

In the reincarnation biz.

It's been a long, arduous trail,

Since I'm coming back as a snail.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 My Mommy

A single Mommy, she birthed me,

And gave me all the love she could.

The two of us together be,

Any time, anyplace, always good.

In urban ghetto we did live,

But Mommy had street smarts, and so,

All that I needed, she did give.

And through the years with her I'd grow,

And I did well enough, day came,

Off to a good college went I.

But then the hardest fate took aim,

Mommy was killed in a drive by.

My Mommy left too soon for sure,

But left the best in me of her.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 I Cured You

I saw you through your window, and

Could see you were in a down mood,

A mood I've come to understand.

So took a chance I could intrude,

And make you feel I could be one

To take those nasties out of you,

Be an antidote of quick fun,

My specialty I like to do.

And so I knocked, you let me in.

I told you I did bring good luck,

Then charmed you to let me begin,

All the bad life from you to suck.

Toxins in your bloodstream, you said,

But I don't care, cuz I'm undead.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 My Ultimate Devotion

Long ago, I was rescued from

What should have been sure suicide.

A miracle, strangers did come,

Help that was divinely supplied.

A recovering addict since,

I've come to believe in God's will,

And blessed by God's benevolence,

I seek good purpose to fulfill.

My family and friends, and yes,

Strangers I may be useful to,

I strive to give as love does bless,

In all I think and all I do.

God, as I understand God be,

Most important presence for me.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Tragedy Travelers

I, Romeo, you, Juliet,

Fictional roles of tragedy,

But made a great dying duet.

Shakespeare was pleased with you and me.

You, Heathcliff, and I, Catherine,

"Wuthering Heights," we made our doom.

Tragic when you did yourself in,

Chose to do so in my old room.

Phantom of the Opera, I

Be so obsessed with you, Christine.

We part, and later when you die,

I leave a rose at your grave scene.

Always together, soul to soul,

We float through time from role to role.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Open to See with Closed Eyes

To fall asleep, I close my eyes,

But when asleep, I still may see

A variety of surprise,

Each and every night awaits me.

What will I see? I never know.

Maybe makes me happy or sad,

Depending on whatever show,

Maybe makes me fearful or mad.

From feeling to feeling I leap,

Flowing forward and leave behind.

Sometimes I even know I sleep,

Flowing in and out of my mind.

For eternity I do seem

To sleep the night away in dream.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 With the Waves

Aboard the ship, the sailor is

Reading a letter received from

His girlfriend writing him, gee whiz,

The Dear John contents strike him dumb,

As on the deck he wanders 'round,

His feelings down in a dark place,

Then to a sudden fury bound.

Both sad and mad are on his face.

He grabs at me upon his head,

Violently shakes me in the air.

I think he'll calm down, but instead,

Overboard, I'm tossed in despair.

Lost at sea a long time before,

Now I'm a white cap reaching shore.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Optical Illusion

A painting from the point of view,

Inside through window looking out.

On window ledge are pitchers, two.

Beyond, outside, trees grow about.

And their loveliness does abound,

As much of them as can be seen,

Though not seen rooted to the ground,

Seen lots of leaves, yellow and green.

And what the painting does provide,

Two pitchers positioned in way,

To align with two trees outside,

For wondrous visual display.

Perspective is pictured as though,

Out of the two pitchers, trees grow.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 "Dumb"mocracy

Democracy is government

Where power in the people is,

Who vote for politicians sent

To perform the governing biz.

Voters decide who get to vote

The politicians in or out.

Qualifications for such wrote

In lots of varied rules about

How many loopholes can be found

To send the politicians who

Best lie and cheat and trick around

In all the governing they do.

Democracy as defined - some -

Too many voters be too dumb.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Painter Painted

An aspiring young artist, I

Was out painting one summer day.

Self conscious, so upset when my

Neighbor came walking right my way.

Actually, he was neighbor of

My grandparents, and who I was

Visiting. Quickly I did shove

My art supplies underarm, cuz

Maybe I could make fast track off,

Before this neighbor to me got,

Then maybe at my painting, scoff.

Escape from such maybe I sought.

But captured my runaway be

When Norman Rockwell painted me.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Turn of the Cheek

Wife does like to dominate me,

First speaking to me in words tense.

Of course, subservient I be,

Never offering a defense.

Wife continues in her berate,

As I hang down my head in shame,

Keeping silent on my ill fate,

And no excuses do I claim.

Wife then goes to the closet, and

I do know what is coming next.

She points at me, whip in her hand,

Assuring me she is quite vexed.

Butt slap from wife, and I stay meek,

But always turn the other cheek.