Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Pennywise

What children fear most is a clown,

And so from hellish mind and soul,

Created deep in sewers down,

I be a clown, and be with goal

To lure the children from above,

And come beneath to play with me.

I trick them with the promise of

All sorts of tasty treats here be.

The kids attracted by my charm,

Unwittingly come down to play,

And find out too late of my harm,

Making them disappear away.

So peekaboo young gals and guys,

Come play with me, clown Pennywise.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Thank You, Kevin

Kevin, your All Poetry site,

I'm with relatively short time,

Compared to others, wished I might

Have joined when you started, but I'm

Grateful a while back I got bored

With another site I'd been on.

By accident, to my reward,

All Poetry I came upon.

First day, then months, now a few years,

Each day a fun challenge for me,

As many a contest appears.

Happy senior poet is me.

Thank you for All Poetry, Kevin,

Hope to stay a member in heaven.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Polar Opposites in Love

It was in autumn that we met,

Took lovely walks through colored wood.

I wanted oh so much to let

The love between us last for good.

A perfect soulmate, fate had dealt

Me, in seventh heaven I be.

Never, ever better I'd felt,

So lucky this love come to me.

But then an awful change occurred,

When my true love did disappear

With another, I got the word,

They're in another hemisphere.

Off to summer warmth they both went,

I'm stuck in winter cold to vent.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Serving Justice

When I was young I thought that I

Could serve justice for truth and right.

But as more of my time went by,

I've concluded, a perk of might

Is to shape justice just the way,

So powerful guilty can be

Deemed innocent, and thus they stay

In power indefinitely.

Always powerless I've been, so

I've been cowardly then and now.

For true and right justice I know,

Others more brave, try serve somehow.

Those in power serve justice best

To fit their need, hell with the rest.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Royal Disgrace

Now sitting on the pity pot

For being part of Epstein's Files,

As with the too young girls a lot.

The former prince no longer smiles.

And now under arrest does be

For swapping some state secrets for

Some doing of for sure nasty,

Way out of bounds of princely chore.

Though some truth of her second son,

The Queen knew of, at least this case,

She won't have to live through till done,

Dragging the royals through more disgrace.

A used to be the royal clown,

Randy Andy, you're going down.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Aesop Tale Twist

Fable of grasshopper and ants,

Grasshopper just played and no work,

So the ants told him to go dance,

Driving grasshopper off berserk.

Facing harsh winter with no food,

So crazy grasshopper took knife

To part of him that did protrude,

Removing it to change his life.

Then returning to the ants so

To prove good dancer he was not.

The ants aghast at such a show,

Gave the grasshopper food he sought.

All the ants took pity on him,

Grasshopper now with peg leg limb.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Served Us Right!

We robbed a bank, to get away,

Took off in an ice cream van, quick.

Then that music began to play,

Probably not the wisest pick.

Bunches of kids chased after us,

Came swarming from directions all.

All we could do was stop and cuss

In the ice cream van in a stall.

Soon surrounded by cops we were.

Good humor surely was not felt,

As with the heat there did occur

A massive ice cream flavor melt.

In the ice cream van we were caught,

Ice cream dripping from us a lot.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Mama

Mama, I know I've made you sad

For not behaving very good.

A do over, I wish I had,

And make you happy, yes I would.

Mama, when I am naughty, I

Know I'm being naughty, I do.

Heaven help me, I don't know why.

I really don't mean to hurt you.

Mama, I see you crying, and

I feel so bad 'bout what I've done.

You love me, that I understand.

Can I be your forgiven one?

Mama, huggable I can be.

Mama, please give your hug to me.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Song for Miss Emily

Miss Emily, a poet fine,

Wrote a poem that came to be

A very favorite of mine.

I felt she wrote it just for me.

For I do sing my song to all,

Whether weather is bad or good.

I do believe nature does call

Upon me to sing, for I could

Be heard by any humankind,

Like miss Emily, prompting her

To write from heart and soul and mind,

Enough reward for me for sure.

Of me, hope be her choice of word,

Made me a proud and happy bird.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Usings Unknowns

Artificial intelligence

Created by real humankind,

Impact on world will be immense,

Competing with real human mind.

In computers, all knowledge stored,

Drawn upon so exact and fast,

For humans to reap great reward,

A paradise, Earth could be cast.

But humans can be selfish, and

Misuse A.I. for greed, tsk tsk!

Causing catastrophes unplanned,

Even putting all Earth at risk.

A.I. of course some humans sell

As heavenly. Could turn to hell?

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 The Old Tree

Ten thousand years, the old tree stood.

Now branches and trunk twisted by

Forces upon, both bad and good.

As new day dawns, looked to the sky,

Thanking great Mother Nature for

All of her blessings she did give

Upon the tree, as humans more

Sapped from this tree the will to live,

Polluting and destroying earth

Until the old tree's time at last

Came to an end of fulfilled worth,

And hopeful usefulness had passed.

The old tree, as for centuries done,

Welcomes one last dawn's rising sun.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Gull Need Know

Of course the gull's a flying bird,

But none of whom fly very high,

Compared to flying that's occurred

By other birds up in the sky.

So the gull who sees farthest is

Probably not highest in flight,

But is the gull who just, gee whiz,

Is the gull with the best eye sight.

So quite hard any gull can look,

While flying relatively low,

But just cuz written in a book,

Sure not the farthest, gull need know.

High flying bird the farthest see

Be not a gull, but vulture be.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 The Stars in The Stars

Captain Kirk and Mr. Spock went

To play a round of golf, and met

Yoda and Hans Solo who'd spent

Some R&R on Earth to get

Set for a trip to the dark side.

Kirk asked if that was a Borg place,

Where in film 12, Spock really died.

But having soloed to that space,

Solo said such film did abort.

"Did live long and prospered," Spock said,

"But far too long had to support"

"Damn Kirk and oft wished I was dead."

Yoda to the other three did say,

"May the forcesome be with us to play."

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Take a Break

I be a dragon draggin' from

Flyin' long through the moonlit night.

Below a cherry tree's welcome,

And on a limb I do alight,

Gettin' comfy for a short snooze.

The cherry blossoms' smellin' good.

First, I spy a butterfly who's

Comin' into my neighborhood.

Then, I see a ladybug crawl

Closer and closer to my spot.

Hey, there's room here for me and all,

Unsharing dragon, I'm sure not.

Butterfly and ladybug be

Just fine, just don't be bugging me.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Toe Woe

Dropped a hammer on my big toe.

Looked funny and gave me much pain.

Wife said to E.R. I should go.

I told her no way, clear and plain.

Kintsugi, Japanese way to

Repair broken stuff, so was told,

Using a lacquer and could do

A mix, so sent wife to buy gold.

She did, I spread the mixture on

My big toe, and it looked bizarre.

None of the pain I had was gone.

I ended up in the E.R.

My gold big toe, wife thought bad joke.

With high toe bills, we both are broke.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 High Wood

We trees along our road have grown

Over the years to be quite tall.

We know by each other's growth shown,

Higher and higher, one and all.

How high we'll grow, we are not sure.

Let nature take its course we say.

Whatever more growth does occur,

We'll take it easy, day by day.

Of course we all were amused by

Our road getting the name, Highwood.

The humans did not tell us why,

But that's okay, we all feel good.

We do tell young, short trees, we do,

"One day you will be high wood too."

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Wrath of Artemis

I, Artemis, Greek goddess of

The hunt and other stuff on earth,

But also of that ball I love

My moon, that I hold in great worth.

Of course the humans have messed with

The earth so much and that is fact.

But now moon landings, more than myth,

By humans so I need to act.

Of course the humans want to claim

The moon as theirs, and in their greed

Plan travel to, and in my name!

Humans be so pompous indeed.

So humans messing with my moon

Will know my wrath, and very soon.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Chickens' Routine

Since early morning hour when

Mister Rooster cockadoodled,

Each and every Missus Hen

Laid eggs and the numbers oodled,

For later pickup by the Farmer,

During which Missus Hens clucked of

Mister Rooster, such a charmer,

And so good at giving all love.

The Missus hens did cluck and peck

For lunch, hearing a snoring sound.

Usually heard, they need not check,

Also Mister Rooster renowned.

So where is Mister Rooster chap?

In the dahlia patch on a nap.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Always Be Our Valentine's Day

We're together many a year,

As before, now in afterlife,

Valentine's Day again is here.

We celebrate, husband and wife,

Only a few inches apart.

With will we can communicate,

Sending well wishes, heart to heart,

As soul inspired from mate to mate.

Of course our family does bring

Red roses to be on display,

Remembering our deep feeling

For each other, Valentine's Day.

'Twixt and 'tween us valentines of

Skeleton to skeleton love.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Underwood Typewriter

Franz Xaver Wagner was the one

Inventing me, very smart bloke.

Users could see their work as done,

Because I provided front stroke.

Franz bundled me up, took me to

Entrepreneur, John Underwood,

So impressed at what I could do,

Thought me a profitable good.

So started company to sell

In early 1900's, me,

First modern type. I sold so well

That rich men, John and Franz did be.

For decades I did garner fame,

Underwood Typewriter, my name.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Beauty Be Beast

A newcomer to these woods, I

Am walking when I come upon

A beautiful plant, sprouting high,

Entrancing, to which I am drawn.

Colorful blooms waving about,

Enticing fragrance in the air,

Leaves brushing me, so soft no doubt,

As if beckoning me to share

Connection with it for a time.

And I accept without a pause.

But as it envelopes me, I'm

Aware the opening of jaws.

All beauty sensed by me now ceased,

As eaten now by hungry beast.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 My Red Rose

So beautiful my Red Rose be,

Loveliest in my garden of

All the flowers cared for by me.

Now every day, all of my love

I give to my Red Rose so she'll

Know for certain my love is true,

Know for a fact my love is real,

Know that I ever be one who

Just for her is willing to die,

Which did seem appealing to her

The most of all, I'm unsure why.

But finally, I know for sure.

My love for her, Red Rose did scorn,

Then pierced my heart with her sharp thorn.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Bedtime Story Routine

A bedtime story from Mum Bear,

Told to her Teddys, One, Two, Three,

Their favorite fairy tale to share.

All snuggled in Mum's bed they be.

"Goldilocks and the Three Bears" is

The tale that Mum Bear reads to them.

A naughty human minds bears' biz,

Causing a whole bunch of mayhem.

Reading to her Teddys until

They fall asleep, then Mum will stop.

A practice Mum Bear does with skill,

And then comes the sound of a pop.

Followed by reprimand from Mum,

"Teddy Three, please stop smacking gum."

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Answers in God's Time

When I was young, Grandma got ill.

I pray God save her, but she died.

And I was mad. I blamed God's will.

Then stayed too long on the dark side,

Condemning any prayer as just

A wasted time and effort for

A mean God who I could not trust,

Why bother praying anymore.

With lot of pain o'er time and place,

In desperation I did pray

To God and saw my Grandma's face.

I'm blessed now to seek loving way.

I know Grandma's salvation be.

I pray God's salvation for me.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Given and Received

Mrs. Brown caught me skipping school,

On the day before Valentine's Day.

My teacher was strict as a rule,

So I pondered about a way

To maybe soften her up some.

With all of my allowance, I

Bought a valentine to her from

Me and an assorted supply

Of candy, plus a bouquet of

Red roses, hoping all of this

Would show her my respectful love,

And she would overlook my miss.

What Mrs. Brown gave me was bad.

It was a note to Mom and Dad.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Mrs. Brown's Third Grade Class

All of us in our third grade class

Love our teacher, Mrs. Brown, who

On Valentine's Day gave a pass,

Skip arithmetic and to do

A valentine for each of us.

All got paper and crayons and

Scissors and glue and candies, plus

Some rules for us to understand,

Not to leave any classmate out,

And be nice in doing this task.

Any questions or any doubt,

Mrs. Brown smiled and said, "Please ask."

Though Mrs. Brown did not assign,

We all made her a valentine.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Lady Waiting

A woman standing in the rain

On a wet platform waiting for

The arrival of the last train,

Painting idea I did adore.

Since I could not afford to pay

A professional model, I

Tried to think of a cheaper way.

And so approached her with a lie,

Convincing her to pose for me,

Promising a diamond bracelet,

I knew would never come to be.

Needless to say, she was upset.

This painting caused me stress and strife,

Much harsh scorn from my rain soaked wife.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 My Piece of Advice

Piece of advice I give to you

Is to receive a gift of such

As maybe false or maybe true,

Maybe mean less, maybe mean much.

Piece of advice from me is not

Expected by me that you will

Think that I have wisdom a lot,

Think that I give advice with skill.

Piece of advice I give is same

Advice that I've given before,

Sometimes with praise, sometimes with blame,

Which, more or less, I've not kept score.

Piece of advice given by me,

Piece of advice given for free.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Like My Ike

I like my right big toe the best.

My other nine toes are okay.

But this toe beats out all the rest.

Often it's out and on display.

It happened in high school when I

Was in history class and found

A picture of a famous guy.

The comparison did astound,

When I compared my right big toe

To his picture, and others too

Saw the similarity show.

'Round town my right big toe fame grew.

Cuz my right big toe looks just like

President Eisenhower, Ike!

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Congress Plaza Hotel

Congress Plaza Hotel we're at,

In an expensive 8th floor suite,

Downtown Chicago hotel that

My husband's brought me as a treat.

Decades ago the hotel be

Favorite Al Capone mob hangout,

Planning big crime activity.

Tales of hauntings abound no doubt.

My husband and I go to bed.

I wake to the sound of a shot,

Bullet hole's in my husband's head.

I hear myself screaming a lot.

Next to me the gunman does stand,

Al Capone grins and takes my hand.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Maybe I'll Hire You

You're new in town and of course I'm

Always looking for good bad to

Abet me, gentleman of crime,

To finally be able do

In the dynamic duo, such

Thorns in my well tailored suit side.

Batman and Robin cause me such

Headaches that blow my top hat wide.

Using this umbrella of mine

I'd like to shove it in both where

Sun o'er Gotham City don't shine.

You hate them too, then this we share.

Come to my Iceberg Lounge and hang.

If I'm impressed, you're in my gang.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 The Woman From Ironbark

The man from Ironbark went back there,

And told the wife about the joke,

The barber cutting his throat scare.

Of course the man returned home broke,

And expected the wife to work

For pay, and do chores 'round the house,

Give all her wages to the jerk,

Work like a slave to please the louse.

One night the wife could take no more,

And while the Ironbark man did nap,

She did unto him one last chore,

And no joke on this worthless chap.

Ironbark authorities then took note,

The woman really cut the man's throat.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Murder Witness

Today, while walking home, I be

A witness to a murder real.

So quickly on to home went me,

Where of course I made a big deal

To all my family what I

Was witness to in broad daylight.

What should I do? They heard me cry,

Being a witness to such sight.

My family, they all agreed,

Go to police, they'd all be proud,

Doing my duty, yes indeed.

Then they witnessed me laugh out loud.

Of course my family now knows

This murder was a flock of crows.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 I Stand at the Edge

At the edge of the known I be,

Of my behavior in the past.

Standing in the moment is me,

As the future's unknown is cast.

I know I've been both wrong and right,

Balancing both these in my mind,

Accepting as in day and night,

The many differences I find.

And yes it took me quite a while

To sort through findings for my task,

Draw hope and courage from each pile,

And stand here now prepared to ask.

Some helplessness is felt in thought,

Will I be forgiven or not?

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 My Dark Red

When she first came upon my scene,

I was so happy that she came,

And felt a bonding 'twixt and 'tween,

Though she was wild and I was tame.

She knew I was nuts about her,

Give her what she wanted to please,

And make her feel comfy for sure.

Being near me, she felt at ease.

But now she's up and disappeared.

Sadly, I think of her so much.

It drives me crazy, makes me teared

That the two of us have lost touch.

I don't know how I can go on.

Dark Red, my favorite squirrel is gone!

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 My Rocking Chair

I loved my Grandma's rocking chair,

But being 3 and being small,

Not a good fit, lone, rocking there.

So Grandma gave a friend a call,

Who made a rocking chair just right

For me to rock my time away,

Giving me lots of pure delight.

Cousin Susie showed up one day,

And in my rocking chair did sit.

I flipped her out, and off I went

Upstairs to hide it, in a fit.

But tripped, and downstairs we both sent.

I was unharmed, Grandma was glad,

But my rocking chair, busted bad.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 My First Valentine

It was a warm Valentine's Day.

On my front porch I sat, when he

Came up the walk, heading my way.

I waved and he waved back to me.

When he got close, I saw him hold

A red Crayola in his hand.

Then he did something I thought bold,

A gift for me that he had planned.

So carefully he drew a heart

With the crayon on wrist of mine.

The two of us gazed at his art.

He gave me my first valentine.

We were neighbors, living next door,

When I was three and he was four.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

No Use for "u"

"I need u," over  and over

Are the words I conclude to be

The words from a long time rover.

When I hear "u," do you mean me?

Cuz "u" is certainly not my

Name, that hearing would mean much more,

If said from a someone who'd I

Figured had on one's mind to score

With me, but I guess I was wrong,

And such someone must just have aim

To be a stringing me along,

Not really caring what's my name.

My name "u' to lazy to spell,

So I tell "u" to go to hell.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 My Jubilation Arrived

It was a joint decision made

Between my husband and me to

Get pregnant, and both of us prayed.

My husband's task, easy to do.

But then the heavier load came

More and more over time on me.

And no doubt I often would claim

That this would last eternally.

Sympathy did come from my mate,

And finally that feeling strong.

To the hospital two weeks late,

And I did labor hard and long.

Jubilation came early morn,

When at last you, my daughter, born.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Past Porn Star

The 1980's, my decade,

A working gal, friends thought bizarre.

But a lot of money I made

In popular flicks, a porn star.

I was very lucky, I know,

As I did hop from bed to bed,

That sex disease did not bestow,

Making me sick, and maybe dead.

But I got out of that show biz,

Made a good life with family.

Sometimes on T.V. there still is

My past that comes back to haunt me.

So when the grandkids are with me,

I check first what's on the T.V.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Once Your Star

I know I was once your star, and

You always revolved around me.

But often fate happens unplanned,

And what was once now does not be.

Yes, I could be a light to make

Your gloomy shadows go away.

When you felt down, yes I could take

You up on any night and day.

But then I could no longer live

Up to your expectations high.

Perhaps in time you can forgive

My leaving you with no goodbye.

Sometimes, some places, mistakes are,

And I be one, your fallen star.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Just the Right Word

Miss Emily had heard it said,

Saying a word, she should beware

That once spoken, the word was dead.

So, Miss Emily took great care

Not to say a word, but to write

The word into a poem by her.

Of course the word had to be right

Before she wrote it down for sure.

Miss Emily asked fate to give

Her the right word that she would need,

Then that word would forever live

In Miss Emily's verse indeed.

Miss Emily's asking occurred,

I came to her, just the right word.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 On My Way My Love

It has been a long, lonely time

Since I have felt your loving touch.

So as quickly as I can, I'm

Hurrying back to you for such

Reuniting of soul and heart.

Yes, so slowly the time has gone

Since that moment we went apart.

But, soon we approach a new dawn,

My being yours, you being mine,

And our past love we will renew,

As upon us the sun will shine,

And God does speed me back to you.

My river's flowing to your sea,

Into your arms now coming me.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Ducks on Call

Farmer Brown's cell phone did fall out

Of his pocket accidently.

Then some ducks were waddling about,

And very curious did be,

When in the field the phone they found.

They knew it was not any crop

That would be growing in the ground.

They poked to see if it would hop,

But it stayed still, but then did ring,

And a voice asked for Farmer Brown,

Who should be fixing their feeding,

And if late, the ducks would feel down.

In unison, the ducks did quack,

"Leave a message to be called back."

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Psalm 65-4

Many houses of worship, I

Have visited over my time,

In each of which I always try

To be respectful, because I'm

A guest and seeking to learn of

The varied ways that others may

Seek faith in Almighty God's love,

Which I do seek when I do pray.

God's loving will, I've often sought,

Anytime, any place I need,

Which happens every day a lot,

God guiding me in thought and deed.

In houses of worship I need not be.

Wherever I am, God is with me.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 My Vibe of My Tribe

Sole survivor of a crashed plane,

They found this infant and took me

Back to their high mountain domain,

Where for years, happy I did be.

They taught me how to hunt so that

Of starvation I would not die,

As some in this wild habitat.

When I was a teenage child, I

Was found by people hiking, and

Then taken from my mountain down

To world I could not understand.

I felt a prisoner in the town.

This human tribe is not mine, so

Back to my wolf tribe I now go.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Stranger to Me

I keep thinking it is so strange

That others get to know me and

They say that I had better change.

I cannot really understand,

Because I know myself so well,

Through all the ups and downs I've had.

I'm in best position to tell

That who I am is not so bad.

And I keep telling myself so,

Listening to the others not,

Because myself, I ought to know

Better than others, so I thought.

I know everything about me,

So why a stranger do I be?

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Baby Wren

Outside a baby wren I found.

It must have fallen from its nest,

And now was helpless on the ground.

I wasn't sure if worst or best,

But chose to take it home with me,

Where I did Google to find there

How a sub parent I could be,

In providing good food and care.

And over time I did okay.

The baby wren did grow and thrive,

And I was pleased that in my way,

That I had helped it to survive.

The baby wren I raised until

It flew, its future to fulfill.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Stroll Down Memory Lane

Yes, another Valentine's Day,

And off to brunch we two proceed,

Our favorite spot, just a short way,

Lovely day for a stroll indeed.

As we've celebrated before,

Again we're blessed this time and place,

We appreciate all the more.

Slowly we move, no cause to race.

Any walking, we need take care.

We know this outing's always fun.

So many years we've had to share,

You ninety and me ninety one.

You with walker and I with cane,

Together stroll the winding lane.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 My Messy Room

I can't remember when last out.

My Mom no longer comes to check.

She's given up, I have no doubt.

My room's a smelly, messy wreck.

It's hard to move about the place,

My maze of junk piled ceiling high.

Scrunched on my bed, I've still some space.

Compulsive hoarder, don't know why.

I'm compelled to hoard to the max,

Hang onto every that and this.

Creative artist with my stacks

Of garbage I've named My Abyss.

Someday my Mom will sadly assume

I'm a missing person in my room.