Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Mission Possible?

We need take Iran at its word,

U.S. "Great Satan" must return

To hell, however that's procured.

Iran threatens U.S. to burn

In a nuclear attack, so

This U.S. President, indeed,

Whether right or wrong, yes or no,

Uses the U.S. might to lead

To destroying once and for all

Iran's sought nuke capacity.

Maybe right, maybe wrong call,

That's up to future history.

The only way Iran wants peace,

If the U.S. comes to cease.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 My Choice to Vote

When I was single I did not

Take the time and effort to vote.

Politicians, alike a lot,

Lie to get elected I note.

And once in office, only do

What keeps power and money more

In their pockets, that is them true.

So why bother with voting chore?

Then something happened, changed my mind,

And now I vote for balanced life.

I love her, but she's wrong, I find,

On all the issues, my dear wife.

I choose to vote today, no doubt,

To cancel the wife's wrong vote out.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Forever Together

He loved me so, as I loved him.

By the sea together we were,

Our love much more than just mere whim,

A love forever to endure.

Then came time we were torn apart.

From him I was taken away.

I felt him mourn with broken heart.

And so I decided to stay.

Then came to him in dream to plead

That together again we could

Be, for satisfying our need,

To keep our love forever good.

He holds close his Annabel Lee,

Nightly holding the corpse of me.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 My "Dog Days of Summer"

"Dog days of summer," cliched phrase

That I looked up history of,

July and August, real hot days,

Females' passions inflamed to love.

The wife has been quite cold of late,

As far as for me is concerned.

Air conditioner, broken fate

By me, with rising heat I yearned,

For the wife's passion to rise too.

But the wife found out that I had

Sabotaged our cool air, and true,

Her temperature rose, she was mad!

The wife is not happy with me.

Out in the dog house I now be.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 The Sound of Honey

Hubby and Wifey, owners of

A honey company both had.

But they were no longer in love.

Hubby cheated, Wifey was mad.

One weekend at the honey plant,

Just Wifey and Hubby were there,

Both of them in fierce rave and rant.

Their hostility filled the air.

Hubby went by a honey vat,

Sweet, rich sound of the honey flow.

Wifey snuck where Hubby was at,

Gave a push, and Hubby did go.

As Hubby now honey drowning bound,

Wifey says, "Such mellifluous sound!"

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Sadness of Marigold

Marigold, such a happy soul,

Be with her lover in the car.

Off to be married be their goal,

Their destination, not too far.

But then the car's engine shut down.

Marigold's lover got out to

Look at the engine, with a frown,

And some adjustments he did do.

Then he told Marigold to start

Up the engine, and she did so.

The car lurched forward, broke her heart,

Over her lover, it did go.

As Marigold shed tears, be told,

Poured down in sadness and be gold.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 The Stranger at Night

We cows are pastured for the night,

And enjoying the solitude.

But then we all see a flashlight,

And wonder who's 'bout to intrude.

At first with the light in our eyes,

Who holds the light we cannot see.

This time of night is a surprise

That someone at the farm would be.

Then the light goes out and we could

See that a human guy stands there.

Why is he in our neighborhood?

Any reason that we should care?

We watch him walk off in the rain.

Hope he's not from a burger chain.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Triumph to a Point

When young, my best friend and I met,

Friendly competing a prime aim

Between us on a dare and a bet.

The two of us so loved this game.

And so when she came on the scene,

My best friend and I rivalled for

Which one she loved more, 'twixt and 'tween,

As we both wooed her, keeping score.

During this time we both did learn

She was not lovable at all.

Not her, but was the game we'd yearn.

Which of us, victory to call?

Bested my best friend, got my wife,

The worst besting of my whole life.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Barely Barefooted

Walking through the forest one day,

My boots began to hurt my feet.

I still had a long walking way,

So I decided I would treat

My "barking dogs' to a soak in

Nearby refreshing babbling brook.

So sat on a log to begin,

Off my boots and my socks I took.

But just as I had finished that,

From the bushes I heard a sound,

Followed by a blur coming at

Me, I was terror stricken bound.

So, barefooted, I'm up a tree,

Bear footed one, just below me.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Yukon Spell Two

I found and lost my Yukon gold,

Wrote a poem on the Yukon spell.

So am back there in icy cold,

And to the yeller stuff I yell,

"It's lookin' for you that is fun,"

"Especially this time and place."

I'm addicted prospecting one,

Surely an incurable case.

This time and place more gold I found,

When I slipped down a mountainside,

Into a glacier I be bound,

Gold all around me as I died.

A glacier frozen stiff no doubt,

Till global warming thaws me out.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 My Palm Sunday

A symbol of peace, He chose me

Into Jerusalem to ride.

I heard Him weep before entry,

Not knowing then why, but I tried

Keep His ride as safe as I could,

Stepping carefully through palms thrown,

Making His arrival as good

As my care for Him could be shown.

Into the city, safe and sound,

He dismounted, gave me a smile,

Then to His destiny was bound.

I stayed and watched Him for a while.

Jesus picked me, mere donkey to

Carry Him to outcome He knew.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Crawford Path

In 1819 was the year,

New Hampshire White Mountains, the place,

The Crawford Path was cut through here

By Crawford family to pace

Through the White Mountains forth and back.

Eight and one half miles, and this trail

Ever since for hike and backpack.

Continuous use to avail

For such until today, so is

Deemed oldest used trail in U.S.

And still a scenic route, gee whiz,

So hikers please don't be careless.

Now government run, trail is free

To hike, but to park costs a fee.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Remembered

I remember over long time

I sprouted forth and grew real tall.

And during while, content that I'm

Gathering place, any and all.

But then in time they came and I

Was taken in pieces away,

Providing a building supply.

Parts of me are still on display.

One day a poet even came,

And wrote about me in a poem,

Called me "An Old Tree Stump" by name.

No longer called by any, home.

Exactly why humans chopped me,

I don't know and still stumped I be.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Drifted In

She polar bear in arctic north,

I met a Mister Right and did

The mating thing, and then went forth

Over summer as nature bid

To eat a lot to fatten so,

Now in the fall it's time that I

Dig a cave in the ice and snow.

I do not need to wonder why.

I'll close myself up in my cave,

And over the winter remain,

To wait to see if nature gave

Me offspring in my snug domain.

If with new young I am supplied,

In spring we will go back outside.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 My Bon Appetit

Criminally insane, I'm found

A menace to society.

So to the funny farm I'm bound,

For a life sentence set for me.

The killer instinct I pursued

Was to save society from

Worthless folks who were mostly rude.

Others turned out to be just dumb.

Vastly intelligent am I,

But locked up in a cell alone.

Grateful my memory supply

Relives the killings, all my own.

Dining on the victims I kill,

Hannibal, cannibal, my best skill.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Mission Accomplished

One day a voice came in my head,

Remove sin from my neighborhood.

Must be an angel's voice who led

Me to doing my deeds for good.

Waiting alone with sharpened knife,

Until the sinful came along.

I'd slash her throat to end bad life,

Then cut her where she'd done her wrong.

The voice told me to kill just five,

And let each know that it was me,

Stop their sinning while each alive.

Killed by copycats, others be.

Wouldn't the public be upset

To know this Ripper is Jackette!

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Driven High

In the city, high noon, High Street,

Most of the traffic there did be

Self driven electric for elite.

This time and place came tragedy.

Computer vehicles began

All exploding in time and place.

Bright balls of fire in same short span.

Later, experts researched the case.

Computer malfunction was found

In common with vehicles all,

And to self destruction were bound,

As contagious bug came to call.

Computer virus was blamed why

Computer vehicles blown high.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Modern Day Nursery Rhyme

Sweet little child of ours you be,

Adopted from far away, true.

Mommy and Daddy, happy we

Can be Daddy and Mommy too.

Lots of child formula supply

We're stocking for just in case

Chain keeps getting stuck, who knows why!

But politics in time and place.

Old nursery rhymes we should not sing

To you because of left or right

Political incorrect thing.

For now you are our pure delight.

Too soon our wee bundle of joy,

School will choose if you're girl or boy.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Diplomacy!

The U.N. was supposed to be

Place where nations together would

Practice art of diplomacy

To bring about solutions good.

But over decades, more and more,

The diplomats fail to bring peace.

They get more useless with each war,

Never cause for conflicts to cease.

Instead the diplomats just gloat

In speeches filled with waste hot air.

Amazing the place does not float,

With all the speechifying there.

Diplomats so wordy do tell

To each other to go to hell.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 My Life Saving Substitution

Addicted to habits quite bad

For me, so needed substitute

For recovery to be had.

In a better life long pursuit.

Though I did not find a cure, I

Found the time and place for good aid

To get and give in love supply.

And one day at a time, I made

Myself a useful vessel for

Being good as spiritual quest

To always helping others more,

Allowing me to seek my best.

God as I understand God be

Now the best substitute for me.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Leader of the Pack

Sole survivor in a crashed plane,

Just a babe I was rescued by

Them in their cold, icy domain.

I grew up, learning their ways why

I needed have survival skill,

Especially from the humankind.

I became huntress, good at kill,

To energize body and mind.

So often now in night and day,

As alpha female, I do lead

Them all in the hunt for fresh prey,

An honored given place, indeed.

Into close knit pack family,

The arctic wolves accepted me.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Our Spousal Nicknames

My nicknames for my spouse do be

Sugarsweet to her face for sure.

But whenever not facing me,

Sourpuss is her moniker.

Often, when I've too much to drink,

And the wife gets right in my face,

"Sourpuss" said before I think,

And then she's really on my case,

Ending up with I get thrown out.

Wrong nickname right to her face, dang!

Her one nickname for me, no doubt,

Easy for her, I'm Boomerang.

I guess called this, cuz of my knack,

She throws me out, and I come back.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Give Worst, Be first

U.S. attack upon Iran

We're being told is to stop now

Iran's oft stated goal for plan

To nuke bomb the U.S. somehow.

Whether this does be false or true,

This U.S. President is first

To not to just think what to do,

But do as though truth be the worst,

That Iran has the wherewithal

To target now in time and place,

And use nuclear arsenal

To bomb the U.S., win the race.

Iran promised U.S. mayhem.

Just in case, we'll give it to them.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Rachael Heyhoe Flint, Baroness

Rachael Heyhoe Flint, captain of

The English women's cricket team,

Twelve gloried years in game she'd love

To excel in from childhood dream.

A cricket playing pioneer,

Role model for young women who'd

Watch her victories, as she'd steer,

To join her in her path pursued.

In the Women's Cricket World Cup,

First held in 1973,

She flashed vee sign, two fingers up,

And led her team to victory.

Now in the Cricket Hall of Fame,

First she inducted from the game.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 His Belt

Well made but well worn leather belt,

It took me back to my childhood.

So many memories I felt,

And none of them felt any good.

Always on a hook it had hung,

Beside our home's kitchen back door.

My body'd felt the lashes strong,

But my spirit felt so much more.

Used when he'd thought I had done wrong.

To my punishment it was tied.

Just holding it brought feelings strong.

My only keepsake, now he'd died.

Once was his belt, but now I had,

Reminding me, be better Dad.