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.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Pointedly

While walking in the desert, I

Did see a shadowed silhouette,

Got nearer and saw two cacti,

Sure looked like a human duet,

Kissing each other in embrace.

Had to get a picture of this,

So got my phone focused in place,

Snapping shots of this planted kiss.

But suddenly both cacti seemed

To notice me and take offense.

This sight and sound, I thought I dreamed.

Both yelled at me some vile comments.

These cacti surely seemed to me,

That in a prickly mood they be.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Homecoming

Lots of light years through space we roam,

On a mission of return to

Place long ago we had called home.

But as space travel knowledge grew,

A few of us left home to go

Where none of us had gone before,

Since with knowledge, along did grow

Threats of destruction, more and more.

It took a long time, but we found

A new place to call home, but we

Just had to know, and so be bound

To find out how our old home be.

We hoped to find some life, instead

Found planet Earth, once home, now dead.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Romp in the Park

We are on a romp in the park.

It be a breezy autumn day.

The two of us sure love to bark

At anything along the way.

Our mistress is a lovely soul,

Always very nicely dressed up.

So elegantly she does stroll,

Trying not to trip on a pup.

We know this chore she takes with us

Is not a favorite one for her,

But our mistress never does fuss,

While happy time we have for sure.

It is a time we dogs have fun,

While we are getting bizness done.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Storm Tracker

Night fell as the thunder clapped, to

Lightning dancing across the sky.

Still deliveries left to do,

With customers counting on my

Finishing up with all my route.

My raingear would protect me some

From hard rain coming soon no doubt.

But wasn't sure would help me from

Catching something to make me ill,

Maybe even some work to miss.

But one good thing with this wet chill,

No smart dogs should be out in this.

Caught up in storms is how life goes,

As this mail deliverer knows.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Still Sentimental

I am getting remarried soon,

So going through my stuff so that

When we're back from the honeymoon

And move into our habitat,

I will have nothing from my past,

That my new mate might ask about,

And my explanation might cast

Into our lives, unneeded doubt.

It's inside the box and I reach

To pull it out, recall once more,

Happy memory on that beach,

Happening oh so long before.

Sea shell, my ex and I did find,

Tossed away, but still comes to mind.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Odile

I be given Odile as name

In the well known "Swan Lake" ballet,

Billed as a villainess, my fame,

Black swan by night, cute gal by day,

Who tricks the charming prince into

Promising me his loving vow.

My evil daddy made me do

Such an enticement, but somehow

The ending really should have had

Me dancing away with my prince.

Because I'm good at being bad,

Deserve top billing prominence.

I await in lake waters black

To be the star in my comeback.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Stranger to Them

My kids all reach that age of roam

Around our house in world their own.

To them, I'm stranger in our home,

And to my kids a force unknown.

Constantly, they remind me of

How unfair a person is me,

That other kids' parents they love.

Why can't like such parents I be?

And so the battle lines get drawn.

My kids fight guerilla warfare,

A frustrating phenomenon,

I'm enemy who doesn't care.

My kids grow out of their mayhem,

No longer stranger I'm to them.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Dough Show

The year was 1965,

A fresh advertising campaign.

A star was born, I came alive

In hot competitive domain

Of dough products for baking biz.

Poppin' fresh from the oven, I

Got a belly pokin', gee whiz,

And smilin' "Hoo Hoo" I'd reply,

With a scarf and a chef's hat on,

Everybody soon knew my name.

An ad success phenomenon,

Made Advertising Hall of Fame.

Pillsbury Dough Boy, doncha know,

Made Pillsbury, Inc. lots of dough

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Utopia

Just a rat race life I have known,

So at last reach the point when I'm

Off to a legend on my own,

A harmonious place in time.

Deep in the mountains of Tibet

There be a valley to entice

Someone like me, willing to get

Lucky and find this paradise,

Where all of life in love engage

In having happiness and peace.

And stay so long in youthful age,

All painful woes and ills do cease.

Fact, not fictional, place for me,

In Shangri-La I want to be.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 From Angel to Demon

An angel I be long ago,

Doing all of that do good stuff

That the Big Boss had ordered, though

Finally I had had enough.

I became so bored being in

Heaven with don't do this or that,

All the have fun involving sin.

To the breaking point I got at,

And threw in with the do bad crowd.

I dyed my white wings black to tell

The Big Boss very clear and loud,

Gladly I was going to hell.

A demon now with no remorse,

I fell for Lucifer of course.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 We Licorice Fields

We licorice fields need human care,

So that we may produce good crop

Of produce that we love to share,

Our local cakes, over the top.

So we get used to human feet

Walking amongst us, with hands on

Care of us, which we warmly greet,

Satisfying phenomenon.

Once in a while, humans arrive,

Not to work with us, but to play.

On such occasion we survive,

Knowing that's just the human way.

We licorice fields do not make fuss,

When humans come and woo in us.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 House Change

Only child of my Mom and Dad,

First lived in love in a house, small.

Very good jobs, both my folks had,

American Dream lived we all.

A beautiful, large house they bought.

We should have shared a happy time,

But more successful my folks got,

The more and more that they and I'm

Be living separately of

Each other in this house so fine,

But just kept on emptying love

From in this family of mine.

I left for college in due course,

Then Mom and Dad got their divorce.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Aim and Fire

When there was made the humankind,

Right away I knew be well worth

My messing with the human mind,

And stake my claim to hell on Earth.

Surely enough, in heaven's name

Humans fought humans ever more,

And more successful be my aim

To have humans in endless war.

And finally came judgement day,

Enough buttons be pushed to be

Nukes burning the whole world away,

With all dead souls be claimed by me.

Always be the devil's desire,

Humankind burn in my hellfire.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Journaled Journey

A journal had been kept by my

Great grandfather which I did find

Hidden in another book, I

Found its contents did blow my mind.

Apparently, long, long ago

My ancestors had the resource

To flee away from their home, so

Their journey took them on a course

To this place, I was born and raised.

Their journey was quite hard and long.

Reading about it left me dazed,

No reason for it to be wrong.

From afar came my family,

I am a descendant E.T.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Am I Stoic?

Suddenly, turned to heavy rain.

I headed for the nearest tree,

To wait in a sheltered domain.

I sensed a human watching me

From a balcony quite nearby,

Who did not seem to pose a threat,

But, curious, I don't know why,

Cuz more than me was getting wet.

Then the rain stopped, as knew it would.

So I took off, with lunch in mind.

I like moist food, so chances good,

A tasty, damp snack I would find.

This crow got called the "stoic" bird.

Yes, if another hungry word.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Strangling Fruit

The Bible tells of how a fruit

Enabled Adam and Eve to

Begin human sinning pursuit.

Each generation sins anew,

And so all fruit all 'round the world

Began to change naturally.

Within each piece, power unfurled

To stop sinning humanity.

As each fruit was ingested by

Humans, a virus within spread,

Causing humans to choke and die,

Until all humankind be dead.

The fruit does strangle from within,

Nature's solving of human sin.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Avenging Alarm Clock

Humans have trouble waking up.

So I was invented by them,

Alarm clock, waker upper, yup,

But humans give me much mayhem.

They set me wrong so I don't sound

The alarm and that makes them mad.

They set me right and then they pound

Upon me, blaming me as bad

For waking them up as I should.

But now with A.I. I'm programmed,

And when they treat me not so good,

I get even and they be damned.

So I hit them, when they hit me,

Truly alarming I now be.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 "Toe"tally Unacceptable

I remember that day so well.

Hubby was out mowing the lawn.

And then I heard him scream like hell.

Something bad must be going on.

Yes indeed, the mower chewed up,

And then spit out two of his toes.

I put the pieces in a cup.

E.R. failed at attempted sews.

Of course I nursed Hubby back to

Health, but this awful accident

Made Hubby not the man I knew,

And more and more apart we went.

Too much to bear, divorce I sought.

Lack toes intolerant I got.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Blessed to Munificence

Ebenezer Scrooge, a rich man,

Became a miser filled with hate,

More as he aged through his lifespan,

Till one Christmas, be blessed by fate,

Encountering three spirits of

Past and present and future, and

By God's gift, his hate turned to love.

Scrooge finally could understand

That for time left he had to live,

He could help others' many need,

By being a friend who could give

Much with all of his heart indeed.

For the rest of his life, Scrooge gave

Away his wealth,  his soul to save.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Bless You, Sir David

David Attenborough now is

One hundred years old. Of course I

Wish him Happy Birthday, gee whiz,

What a wonderful human guy.

He found fossils, including me,

Called a plesiosaur, reptile.

Not a dinosaur did I be.

From 1993 on, I'll

Be having the great honor of

Having Sir David's name linked with

Mine, a tribute that I so love,

Since oft I had been deemed a myth.

Attenboroughsaurus be named

For Sir David, nature friend famed.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 I Know the Devil

I know the devil all too well,

When I made pleasure as my goal,

So let my life just go to hell,

To please my body, sold my soul.

I know the devil tricked and lied

To me with promises he gave,

Filling me up with lust and pride,

And now I be the devil's slave.

I know the devil won't let me

Get out of my bargain with him,

To owe him for eternity,

Just because of one stupid whim.

With the devil I have to live.

God, when I die, will you forgive?

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Why?

Are you an independent wife,

Not needing me to be around?

Do we not share a wedded life

Where many times we both have found

That each of us needs time alone?

Have we not often both agreed

We each have interests of our own,

And give the other space indeed?

Aren't I often a big headache

When I am with you? Am I wrong?

So when a shopping trip you make,

Why do I have to go along?

I ask these questions of you so,

With you, you will not make me go.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 I'm Calling Your Bluff

So now you have player's remorse.

Yet, voluntarily you came

To play with me, and stayed of course,

A heavy better in my game.

A fool, you played from very start

Of being in my game with me,

Cuz right away you bet your heart,

And winning it, so easy be.

But now you've wised up, so you say,

Accuse me of a crooked deal,

No longer with me, wanna play.

C'mon you fool, and let's get real.

I still have an ace up my sleeve,

Cuz from my game, fools never leave.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 In Loving Memory

Chocoholics, we both did be,

First met over chocolate cake.

Love at first bite for both, and we,

More loving memories, did make.

But then my lover fell ill, and

Went to the hospital to die.

I'd visit with chocolate, banned,

And next to each other we'd lie.

Now an angel, my lover is

Waiting for me to join, and I'm

Oh so very anxious, gee whiz,

To reunite our chocolate time.

Toppings of chocolate syrup,

We loved to lick each other up.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Just the Way Life Is

So very young were Grace and I,

When I came to her family.

Her Mom, good gal, her Dad, good guy,

It was a happy home for me.

Together, Grace and I grew up.

She always calls me her best friend.

At home where Grace is, is this pup.

Always together had to end.

Grace finished high school and came time

When Grace left for the college scene.

It's just the way life is that I'm

Old, she's young, both age seventeen.

Let me close with this epilogue,

Life is good for this grateful dog.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Thanks Mama

When I was young I sold my soul

To the devil, thinking I had

Best chance then to achieve my goal

Of getting rich, made Mama sad,

And she stayed sad until she died.

There was less shame and guilt in me.

I got richer, and then defied

The devil, a pesterer be,

Cuz I had an ace up my sleeve,

Not scared of the devil no more.

In me, Mama did still believe,

More so when I lay at death's door.

Mama, liked in heaven a lot,

Did pull some strings and in I got.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Nature of Duality

In "Romeo and Juliet,"

Friar Laurence is outside at dawn,

Observing, and the stage is set

For good and bad, play relies on

Duality in nature of

Fact that all life in death does end,

That always there is hate with love.

Same flower can be foe or friend,

A poison or a medicine.

The Friar's soliloquy talks to

A night end and a day begin,

With each showing their feeling true.

As day comes up and night goes down,

The day does smile, the night does frown.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 For the Best

Puppy lost in the jungle, found

By a great wild cat who then had

Maternal instinct, so was bound,

Not let anything happen bad

To the puppy while in her care.

But the wild cat knew that no way

Would such puppy survive to share

Her prowess and skill hunting prey.

In the jungle the puppy would

Always be prey itself, and so

The wild cat chose, for puppy's good,

That from her, puppy needed go.

The great cat was meant to wild roam,

So brought puppy to human home.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Sink

At home and in my kitchen, I

Pour a glass of water to drink.

Quite humid day, I'm feeling dry.

Then the sink does begin to sink.

I grab the faucet, thinking that

Maybe I can hold the sink up.

But I see that I'm failing at

This, the sink keeps going down, yup.

I think I should be running off

To safety, maybe go outside.

But at this thought of mine, I scoff.

I wanna say like hell I've tried.

My mood does sink down deep my soul,

Sink and I sink down the sinkhole.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Parent the Child Or Else

In free communities there is

Increasing incidents of young

Engaging in unlawful biz,

Assault by deed, assault by tongue.

Too many parents seem to feel

Accountability, they.ve not,

Just childish pranks, and no big deal.

Carelessness, such parents have got.

There are societies though where

The parents are told by the State,

Care for their children or beware.

Parents will suffer a dire fate.

In Communist community,

No outlaw children allowed be.