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.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Your Kryptonite

You kept on thinking that I thought

You'd always be my Superman,

That with your strength, you always got

Me at your side, so was your plan.

You fretted that if you should go

Crazy, would I still stay with you?

But something you refused to know,

Is everything you say and do

Is craziness, I had enough.

So took a hammer, hit you hard.

No more of your Superman stuff,

Now buried deep in my backyard.

No Superman, but you were right,

I did become your kryptonite.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 My Glove

Vitiligo, pigment disease,

I first began get on one hand.

So to put myself more at ease,

Wore a glove as a cover planned.

When my audiences saw this,

They thought I was even more cool.

Their reaction filled me with bliss.

Single glove worn became my rule.

Of course, not just any glove would

Do, so I picked one rhinestoned white,

Became  a trademark for me good

For my image, my choice was right.

Personal explanation of

Why Michael Jackson wore one glove.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Setting by Sitting

In an El Paso diner, I

Gobbled down some ordered eggs, and

Felt some heartburn in hot supply.

Took a detour, I'd not planned,

A prisoner in the rest room.

Sad song changed from "Eternal Flame"

To bottom rumblings of deep doom,

As out the eggs and all else came.

Could not stay here forever, so

Googled my phone to check how far

From here it would take me to go,

If I just had to, to E.R.

Upon the throne sits this sad one,

Who can only just sit and run,

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Kickball

Kickball, a competition game,

I like to watch the young kids play.

Pitcher rolls ball, kicker takes aim,

Misses or kicks fair or foul way.

An out if kicked fly ball is caught.

Other fair kick, the kicker's off

To run the bases, safe or not.

Tagged by the ball, kicker may scoff.

Playing this game, young kids can learn

To be a good sport, win or lose.

Hopefully, each kid gets a turn

To play in manner to enthuse.

Can be fun game for one and all.

For me, a kick being the ball.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Flock Fate

On guard, the shepherd of the flock,

Protecting his sheep through the night,

Because of wolves, who'll kill livestock,

For food to eat, an outcome quite

Contrary to the shepherd's plan,

Of tending to his sheep until

The sheep reach time in their lifespan,

The shepherd's goal then to fulfill.

So any wolves that roam about,

The shepherd needs protect his sheep.

And wolves attack at night, no doubt,

And so the shepherd must lose sleep.

The shepherd be the wolf who'll eat

The sheep when butchered up for meat.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Just Asking

I'd embezzled a bunch of cash

From my company, they found out.

Cops coming, so I acted rash,

Climbed on a window ledge, no doubt

A jump ten stories down would end

My facing up to what I'd done.

But I did it for my girlfriend,

A lovely but expensive one.

So I did bad for good excuse,

So the blame is really on her.

Money I stole was for good use.

So my bad did some good for sure.

"My bad ... but it?" I yelled loud.

"It is, so jump," yelled back the crowd.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Consequence

He is in a bad time and place,

Picture of her spread on their bed.

Both hands he holds against his face,

Tears from his  eyes, bloodshot red.

She told him, he'd broken her heart,

Let their marriage crumble away.

Now she needed to be apart

From him and left their home today.

No rant and rave, a quiet she

Just told him they need take a pause.

At her parent's house she would be.

Of course he knew she had good cause.

A bad decision made for sure,

When he did choose to cheat on her.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 I'm Waiting

With welcome basket, I now wait

For my sailor to arrive home.

Each time I do this, fret the fate

He'll not return from his long roam

Around the world, upon the seas.

Hopefully, my sailor returns,

As I await, eager to please

With my welcome, I know he yearns.

I think my sailor's ship soon should

Arrive in port, not just sure when.

So day by day, I feel it's good

To await, again and again.

For my sailor, I wait with some

Welcoming home bottles of rum.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Just My Luck

I'm deemed the seamen good luck charm,

So in a trap myself got caught

By ship of fools who caused me harm.

I was made to suffer a lot.

So my bad luck I chose to share.

No good luck for this ship from me,

As this ship's crew was unaware

That my comrades in wings did be

Flying by thousands from above,

Catching this ship's crew by surprise,

By landing with such impact of

Causing the whole ship to capsize.

Albatross 'round this ship crews' neck,

I got my payback, what the heck!

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Hope Lives Eternal

"Man cannot live by bread alone,"

Jesus did say when tempted by

The devil to turn bread from stone.

Jesus chose not to do so. Why?

Yes, He was hungry in the wild,

And knew such power, yes He had.

But because Jesus be God's Child,

Such use of power would be bad,

Giving the devil food for goal

To prove that Jesus only be

Just another false, selfish soul,

Hopeless of God's divinity.

And Jesus proved the devil wrong,

Kept hope in God, steadfast and strong.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Your Diamond Girl

Your Diamond Girl you call me, and

Say I am precious, say I shine.

Such a nickname, I understand,

And certainly does suit me fine.

Your Diamond Girl, I'm rare for you,

A radiant, beautiful child.

You very much like that I do

Like a lot to be roaming wild.

Your Diamond Girl, you say you could

Another like me never find.

All of this from you sounds so good.

So just one question on my mind.

If your Diamond Girl I do be,

How 'bout buying diamonds for me?

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Home and Land of the Dumbing Down

We the people of U.S.A.

Keep letting elites, right and left,

Keep dumbing us down, the elites' way

To give elites all the more might.

Of course elites do shift around,

Whichever side best trick and lie,

Gets the more people dumber bound.

We've got dumb in endless supply.

Future elites will make a deal,

Of course at such elites do scoff,

Smarter foreigns await for real,

Will buy left or right elites off.

This fact to China, most welcome,

U.S.A. just getting more dumb.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 I Fret Not

Into an evil land I be

Born, but the Bible taught me young,

Truth and righteousness is in me,

Beware of wicked act and tongue.

And yes, through many years I live,

The wickedness looms all around.

The Lord within me helps forgive

My questioning of where I'm bound.

I feel I am a chosen one,

Blessed by the Lord to trust His path

To walk until this life is done,

For salvation from evil's wrath.

Patient in this evil land, I

Live righteously until I die.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Cracked Up from Cracked Down

My ulna bone is feeling sad

Over a healing not gone well,

Concerning a break that it had,

And needs resurgery, do tell.

Since for this, I will be knocked out,

I've called upon my funny bone,

My humerus, some jokes to shout,

Lightening up my whole arm zone.

Maybe having a little fun

Will ease my ulna's sad a bit,

While surgery is being done.

A few bone jokes could be a hit.

Hopefully, my ulna bone will

Laugh at jokes my humerus spill.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Trust Disgust

"Trust me, trust me, trust me," all ask,

While promising all that and this,

To try to garner our trust task.

Gullible babies, they all kiss

Us with their lips that flap a lot

Out of their mouths, whichever side

Gets most support from us they've sought,

To trust in all the stuff they've lied.

We should have learned the truth by now.

The only trust in them we need,

Is sooner or later, somehow,

They all earn mistrust by misdeed.

All politicians beg for trust,

Whenever given, later cussed.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Blue Lagoon

The Blue Lagoon in Iceland be

Self cleansing ecosystem that

Does welcome the public like me

To share its soothing habitat.

A winter evening that I sought

To soak some in these waters with

Connection to history I've got,

Contributing to human myth

That Vikings to Valhalla bound,

Found portal underwater here.

Volcanic mountains all around,

Old lava field, flow to appear.

Weather is faint dark blue and warm

Within this lagoon's calming charm.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Redecorate My Room

Redo my room does come to mind.

Cover the ceiling and the floor.

A lot of it, I need to find.

Cover all the walls and the door.

And of course, must cover my bed.

Use it for sheets and blankets to

Keep them from getting in my head.

With lots of it, I can redo

My room to block out their mayhem

That they want to be causing me.

Redo my room with it stops them.

All throughout my room it must be.

Just tin foil will protect me well,

Keep me safe in my padded cell.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 No Longer My Excuse

I used to drink an awful lot,

Became an addiction for me,

And very handy when I sought

An excuse for the wreck I be.

Whenever so badly I stunk

At what I'd thought and what I'd done,

I would remind I was a drunk.

That's why I was the guilty one.

Just another crutch for drinking,

The victim role I would self cast.

Not at fault was my wrong thinking.

I got help, got sober at last.

Thinking and doing right, my aim.

Wrong drunk, I can no longer blame.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Young Gardener

In our poor neighborhood is

A community garden where

I am learning a lot, gee whiz,

On growing plants with loving care.

My Mom and Dad say that I will,

Even though only eight years old,

Learn from them good gardening skill.

In heart and mind and hands I hold

The hope to help turn just bare ground,

With time and effort, to make true,

Fruits, veggies and flowers abound.

I am so proud of this I do.

A young gardener I do be,

Helping to feed my family.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Undeclared U.S. Wars

The last declaration of war

By U.S. Congress, World War II.

Since then, we've fought a whole lot more,

Called and looking like wars, yes true.

Lately, the battles back and forth

Between parties in Congress is

Red v blue, like was south v north,

Uncivil civil spats, gee whiz.

Constitutional yes or no

Is a judicial last word on.

Through the courts such a case must go,

War or war not phenomenon.

So far, the U.S. Supreme Court,

No "war" has chosen to abort.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Wrong "Eggs"pectation

An Aesop Fable often told

About a farmer's goose who laid

Egg after egg, each of pure gold.

So soon, greed in the farmer made

Him kill this goose in the belief,

A huge pile of gold be inside.

But none there, to the farmer's grief.

"Where'd the gold go?" the farmer cried.

Maybe the gold, the farmer thought,

Had transferred to another goose.

Sounded reasonable, why not!

The farmer's mind had a screw loose.

Now, all laying of white eggs cease,

Cuz the farmer's killed all his geese.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Another Noah Coming

God created the Earth in mind

Then creating evolution,

Making for better humankind.

But then was much revolution,

By humans as to way to live.

And most living in sin became

Increasing war. Should God forgive

The most of humankind at blame?

God's world still evolves and revolves.

Humans still choose the sinning way,

Evil, that only God resolves

In God's own time on Judgement Day.

By nuke or virus, by and by,

Billions of humankind will die.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Pathology

Robert Frost in his poem chose

To take the path less traveled by.

But since then, lots of rules arose,

No easy path to choose. And why?

Because the powers that be deem

That We the People walk the path

That's very crooked in its scheme.

Not walk it, then incurs the wrath

Of the powerful, who'll then force

The independent minded to

Either walk on the crazy course,

Or disappear without a clue.

The powers that be stick a wall

Where they want no one walk at all.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Katie Dobson Cundiff Painted Me

A painting, poetry contest

Including him or her and me.

In both artworks, I'm at my best.

In shades of blacks and greens I be

Shown with her or him under trees,

Reflecting shadows back upon

Us in colored patterns to please,

Such a worthy phenomenon.

But will we win best show and tell?

I'm just glad we are entered in

The race, Maybe we'll lose, oh well.

But maybe, just maybe we'll win.

I tote headless rider, of course,

Speechless, so thanks told by this horse.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 My Mirror

My mirror was given just one task,

Reflection of me back to give

Of good and right shown by my mask,

Reflected as long as I live.

My mirror need only show how I

Chose to be seen by others who

Be duped by me with trick and lie,

Believing me so real and true.

My mirror abetted me time long,

Showing me only good and right,

Never showing me bad and wrong,

Until that last reflected sight.

My last reflection that I see,

Evil, ugly creature I be.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Where are the Good Men?

"Where are the good men,?" I do ask

Myself most every night and day.

Gee whiz, it's been such a hard task,

As so many men come my way.

Each new man that I meet, I try

To find something in him that's good.

But so far, just a huge supply

All representing bad manhood.

But I keep giving all my best

Searching for the first good man who

Will make it worth all of my quest.

Try, try again, all I can do.

I've met many a bad feller,

All are buried in my cellar.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 The Tower

Tourist in Pisa, Italy,

To a tarotist I went to,

For my fortune be read to me.

It was The Tower card she drew,

And told me that grave danger would

Fall upon me, and very soon.

Though this news was not at all good,

She sold me beads to be immune.

I left her and walked over for

An attraction I'd not yet seen.

Closer I got to it, the more

I saw the tower, sure did lean.

My truth The Tower card did tell,

On me, Tower Of Pisa fell.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 I'd Like to Fix ...

An issue I should fix in me

Is my gambling far, far too much.

I've bet and lost loads of money,

And lose much more than win at such.

I know there are sources of aid

To help me in this habit bad.

But I'm so sure, each bet when laid,

This bet will be the winner had.

And so my gambling rules my mind,

To bet much on my own defeat.

A fix I really need to find,

Assuring winning if I cheat.

So would come up all of my picks,

The lottery I'd like to fix.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 This Queen's Last Meeting

I was quite young when crowned their queen.

Their old queen then quite dead and gone.

And now I note my girls convene,

In natural phenomenon,

Since I am now quite old as well.

For me, my girls have labored long,

But now instincts in them compel

A change for which they are not wrong.

My girls bee meeting now to choose

The next young queen over the hive.

Then my girls will meet with me, who's

Their queen no longer left alive.

Surrounded by my girls I be,

And all abuzz as they eat me.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Magic Cure

Will there ever be on Earth, peace?

Humankind always wages war,

With no inclination to cease,

Always waging on as before.

Hoped for that humankind would solve

The problems of war before this,

Since humankind meant to evolve

To make a world of peace and bliss.

But such from humankind does be

Not going to happen for sure.

Only will happen hopefully,

Supernatural magic cure.

Magic cure, war atrocities,

All humankind turned into trees.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Ship of Fools

The ship's captain was a mean boss

To all of his crew while at sea.

The crew conspired to give him toss,

And took the ship by mutiny.

Proceeded to drink barrels of rum,

Totally blitzed, all file and rank.

The captain's judgement day had come,

As he was forced to walk the plank.

Rocked the boat, as crew danced and cheered,

All watching from the portside deck.

Nobody noticed something weird

Was happening. So what the heck!

Forgotten was gravity rules,

Topsized, went down this ship of fools.