Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Bus Fuss

A long and hard day I have had

At work, and now feel chilled at night,

As my wait for the bus is bad,

Time passing with rising moonlight.

All alone on the bench I wait.

Over an hour I've been here.

I guess it's just the fickle fate,

Telling my bus not to appear.

Of course buses, I have seen some,

Three at last count, and now I see

Down the street that a bus does come,

Unfortunately, not for me.

My night's no better than my day,

Buses all going the wrong way.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Fulfilling Unfulfilling

When I was young, knew I'd not be

Making much effort because I

Was lazy, no child prodigy,

And not even willing to try.

When family and friends would ask

When my potential I'd strive for,

I'd just shrug off such disliked task,

And calling it a growing chore.

But it seemed the more I grew up,

I got lazier, year by year.

My potential, unfulfilled, yup,

So quite content what I did hear.

When I turned 30 I was told,

Take it easy because I'm old.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Carcosa Today

City of Carcosa tales told

Of city any time and place,

Evil filled, whether new or old.

Inhabited by human race

Who first come to the city, good

Intentioned but so quickly turn

Bad with rest of sinisterhood

Sent to this hell on earth to burn.

With doing the devil's detail,

Grabbing power and money from

The people on a massive scale,

Bold scornful from the evildom.

City of Carcosa now be

The swamp of Washington, D.C.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Chocoholic Slasher!

Mother's boy, Norman Bates, did be,

In "Psycho" film, a slasher type.

In the tub, victim bled bloody

With a lot of Hollywood hype.

Since the film was in black and white,

Director Alfred Hitchcock chose

To use for blood's visual fright,

Bosco chocolate syrup in flows,

Because the syrup looked more real

Than normal too light red blood fake.

This slashing historic big deal,

All the draining "real blood" did make.

I could get slashing in my head,

If chocolate syrup be bled.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Coleslaw

From the Netherlands comes coleslaw,

"Kooksla," cabbage salad in Dutch.

To make, start with cabbage head, raw.

I pick purple, like color such.

Use knife, remove core, then chop chop,

Till pieces quite tender and small.

Then take a carrot, cut off top,

Shred and mix with the cabbage all.

For dressing, bunch of mayonnaise,

Add vinegar and lemon juice,

With sugar, salt and pepper phase.

Cool set for week before let loose.

Often called a dish on the side,

But dish out coleslaw full of pride.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Spoon Full of Woe

The spoon back in the drawer was thrown.

Somewhat bent out of shape it be,

And was cussing in a loud tone

That it was treated so badly.

The fork and the knife were nearby,

Tried to ignore the spoon at first,

But finally both asked it why

Its behavior was of the worst.

So the spoon told the fork and knife

They were two cutlery who had

Luck of good purpose in their life,

But for this poor spoon, luck is bad.

"My life is pointless, yes it's true,"

"So stirring up trouble I do."

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Last Twilight Up Zone Unknown

Last episode of "Twilight Zone"

Starred Rod Serling, but never aired.

Big sponsors did not want it shown,

So with viewing public, not shared.

As normal, at episode end,

Serling to the camera spoke,

Like conversing with a good friend.

And during his chat, Rod did smoke

Cigarettes, and of course the brand,

The show's biggest sponsor did make.

But this time, Rod's chat went unplanned,

Unscripted turn the show did take.

Ros Serling gasped in cig smoke breath,

Fell to the floor and choked to death.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Next Year's Eve

"Eve of Destruction," song sang back

Decades ago when western world

Wondered if Red China attack

Was 'bout to happen, nuke bombs hurled.

But Red China, not ready then,

Had to build up its wherewithal,

Bet that western world crime and sin

Would rise like the nuke arsenal

Of Red China, getting it on,

Till twenty twenty seven be,

Red China will attack Taiwan,

Will be the eve of World War III.

Red China's been content to wait

For western world's destruction fate.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 My Divided Mind

There be division in my mind,

Torn between my guilt and my pride.

A solution I sought to find,

To no avail, hard as I tried.

Yes, I had treated a friend wrong.

But the same friend had wronged me too.

The guilt I felt in me grew strong,

But the pride in me also grew.

Both these forces, intent to fight.

Such a problem, how could I solve?

I needed find a force for right,

So calmed down and let such evolve.

The guilt and pride faded in me,

As I found some humility.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 For Love of Me

I was the apple of her eye,

And I just knew she would give in,

Then also would involve her guy

With triangled original sin.

I knew I would be picked as best

To appeal to these humankind,

As a divine temptation test.

I mattered too much in their mind,

So she plucked me right off my tree.

And she, then he, each took a bite.

Oh, how they both did so love me.

Then came boom sound with bolt of light.

"You loved to bite, Adam and Eve,"

"Forbidden fruit, pack up and leave!"

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 No Peace

Mama held baby in her arms,

And hoping for peace coming, so

Maybe would be gone all war harms,

Off to war, her child would not go.

But Mama's child did grow up, and

No peace did come, but did come war.

Feeling duty to the child's land,

The child went off to fight with more.

And Mama's child was later found,

Just another war casualty.

Back to Mama, child was home bound

For burial of the body.

Yeah, one more Mama, one more shame,

Waiting for peace, that never came.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Purgatory Garden

In the purgatory does be

Our garden and guardian of

Truth of the dead in secrecy

Of path below or path above.

We provide humans coming here

Determination to await

A sense of maintaining good cheer,

Which ever way does go their fate,

Opening up our blossoms to

Each human needing gift of grace.

We give humans something to do,

Waiting their truth in time and place.

We flowers wish the humans well,

Up to heaven or down to hell.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Petty Argument

The four elements, earth and air,

And fire and water talked about

The gift that each of them would share

For important birthday, no doubt.

Earth said it would make a clay bust.

Air's gift would be rainbow balloon.

Fire felt a lightning bolt a must.

Water'd sing a sea chanty tune.

What started as a friendly chat

Turned into elementary rift,

Ending up in a vicious spat

As to who's giving the best gift.

And what none of the four could say,

When is Mother Nature's birthday?

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 We Let the Swamp Thrive

The swamp called Washington, D.C.,

Critters are roaming left and right,

Power and money hoarded be,

For which, amongst each other fight.

We the People sent this bunch there,

Though some in deep state stuck around,

Doing their dirty bizness where

The sun don't shine in dark swamp ground.

Just their pawns, We the People played.

Their lies and tricks, we're easy fooled.

So don't know why We seem dismayed

That by swamp critters we be ruled.

These swamp critters won't budge no doubt,

Till maybe China clears them out.