Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Tarot Card Care

The tarot cards, I often use

Over many readings, and I'm

Concerned, the cards I don't abuse,

Expect too much o'er too much time.

The cards I know can get too tired,

Too polluted with people stuff.

When too much of this they've acquired,

The tarot cards do say, "Enough."

So when the time and place is right,

I spread the cards out carefully,

Where all will be under moonlight,

As asleep in bed I will be.

Tarotically opportune,

A cleanse and charge under full moon.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Loss I Won't Get Back

The wife on some vacation be,

Taking a cruise somewhere unknown,

She wrote in note of leaving me.

Such a loss, being left alone.

Friends and family were concerned.

The authorities got involved.

Time passed, the wife never returned.

Her missing case was never solved.

But with my life, I carried on,

Happily so to my delight.

Only evidence she was gone,

The note I'd forced the wife to write.

The wife is lost and won't be found,

Unless dug up in now paved ground.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 The White Delight

In early spring, winter still is

Mischievous enough for more snow

To blanket my back yard, gee whiz,

For me such a depressing show.

But temperature did rise enough

That all the snow away should melt.

Why then did my eyes see white stuff?

Some curiosity I felt.

But what I saw were snow drops and

Hyacinth and anemone

And snowbells, all a sight so grand,

Causing quick an uplift in me.

When snow melted, be left delight,

Bed of these blooms all colored white.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Dog House for Me

My human guys, Dad and son be

Building a dog house in the yard,

And doing this work just for me.

My guys are working very hard.

Of course this is a worthy goal.

I am deserving my own place.

In my supervisory role,

I'm sticking close by, just in case

My good input, my guys might need

For better of this project's sake.

I will bark clearly, yes indeed,

Any suggestions I need make.

This dog's name Shorty's on this dog house,

Though cat says Shorty's name for a mouse.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Virtual Reality Therapy

A bad habit, cig smoking is,

So a remedy I have found,

Virtual reality biz,

To be avatar smoking bound,

Where I get all sensation of

Good feeling like smoking for real,

Puffing the bad habit I love,

Not fact, but a fantasized deal.

Yes, at first, real cravings still had,

But with VR, I stuck it out,

Till I was off the habit bad,

Just smoking in my mind, no doubt.

Lot of avatars switch I've done,

As lung cancer gets one by one.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Last Drop of Scarlett

Scarlett O'Hara, so upset

Hearing the line, "Frankly my dear,"

"I don't give a damn," spoke by Rhett

Went back to Tara to appear

Wracked by grief, but still hoping for

Reuniting with Rhett someday.

Each day atop the roof once more,

Scarlett would look 'cross fields away,

Longing to see Rhett riding to

Tara, and back to her return.

Last fateful day, Scarlett did do

Climb to the roof again to yearn.

Hit by a gust, gone with the wind,

Last drop of Scarlett, tragic end.

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!"