Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Puddle Skip

Two young ducks flew to the city,

With all its pollution and grime.

Both ducks were feeling quite gritty,

Searched for suitable place and time

To land into some water where

They could splish and splash all about.

A puddle on a road down there,

They approached, but one had some doubt.

This one duck watching the other,

Did feel the need to warn him back,

"This puddle's not for us, brother."

"I'll tell you why," the duck did quack.

"To pop into this puddle will"

"Leave us just as two wet roadkill."

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Less Pressure on Me

I'm the piece of furniture that

My owner still dotes most upon,

Decades together in his flat.

He's joyous when she sits upon

Good ol' me, his cane bottom'd chair.

Fanny became love of his life.

Her sittings on me, wear and tear,

Weight of her bottom, source of strife.

It be a miracle that I

Held myself all together when

She sat. Sadly, Fanny did die,

But for him, sits on me again.

Since Fanny's now a ghost as such,

Her fanny doesn't weigh as much.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Still Being Useful

I share this time and place with that

Are no longer needed and old,

Replaced in below habitat,

Wanted and new by the household.

From an era that's now begone,

I still keep busy with my work,

Still be of use and carry on

My duties, never one to shirk.

I lose a feather as I fly,

Serving my old friends, we all be.

Since I've but limited supply,

I'll stick that feather back in me.

This feather duster does as must,

This attic always has got dust.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Bad Pick

It was in sixth grade that we had

The first school dance that I went to.

Beforehand, worried I'd be bad,

Mom showed a few steps I could do.

At the dance, soon a teacher got

A boy I knew to be a creep

To ask me to dance, I was caught

In a pickle, but tried to keep

My wits, as we went on the floor.

I hoped for a very quick close,

But he gyrated more and more,

And stuck his finger up my nose.

So embarrassed, to feeling sick,

That this first dance had been my pick.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 The Mandela Effect

Mandela effect got its name

From Fiona Broome who does be

Paranormal expert of fame,

Who did believe, incorrectly,

Along with many others sure

In the '80's in prison still,

Death of Mandela did occur.

Broome agreed that such errors will

Happen same time with many brain,

Instead of fact, fiction to find

In many memory domain,

Same trick upon many a mind.

Broome might have wished, but did not boast,

Mandela lived on as his ghost.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Back on Route 66

Being an Oklahoma boy,

I often drove Route 66,

Criss cross the state was my pure joy.

And now, yes, twenty twenty six,

This old highway does celebrate

One hundred years, "The Mother Road."

And so I've returned to my state

To redrive memories bestowed.

I sure felt honored when news came

That this highway would also be

Called Will Rogers highway, nickname,

After the sudden death of me.

So in my Cord L-29,

Drivin' 'long this highway of mine.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 We Lavender Flowers

We lavender flowers do tell

To all pollinators around,

We be a welcome sight and smell.

For sweet nectar, to us be bound.

Be a hummingbird, be a bee,

Be a butterfly, welcome all,

To come and visit so that we

Can please you, that you came to call.

Some time and place we always make

For visits we appreciate.

Your choosing us for nature's sake,

Visiting us to pollinate.

When we lavender flowers bloom,

All pollinators to us zoom.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Gift of Good Deed

I used to think do gooders had

Contagion, so avoided them,

Because real good at doing bad,

Causing my life to be mayhem,

Bringing to all, trouble and ill.

My family and friends sure tried

To help me, but I had no will

To be helped, so chose suicide.

In Chicago on one late night,

To Lake Michigan edge I went.

Thought I was out of sound and sight,

Jumped in, but some came to prevent.

That good deed by some strangers done,

Left me a very grateful one.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 A Fear I Shed

When younger, I would dream a lot

Of being in public somewhere,

And people staring as I'm caught

Facing the world, totally bare.

So in my waking hours, I

Became quite fearful that I would

Find myself, with no reason why,

Naked out in my neighborhood.

So paranoid that I became

Of unthinkingly leaving home,

Then looking at myself in shame,

As totally naked I roam.

But finally, this fear left me,

I joined a nudist colony.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Mr. Grumpfish

Role of Mr. Grumpfish I got,

A part on "Bubble Guppies" show.

I was quite excited a lot,

That off to stardom I would go.

A show for kids set in preschool,

A substitute teacher I be.

So I played my role as one who'll

Catch on with kids as grumpy me.

But the kiddie guppies scene stole,

So very selfish of them, yes,

Causing my small recurring role

To be recurring less and less.

Especially grumpy, cuz I'm

Not given more water air time.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 A Welcome Stop

Back to Mexico we migrate,

From summer back to winter home.

Now in the month of August, late,

We keep an eye out as we roam

Across the blue and sunny sky.

The next stop that we plan to take

Has an abundant food supply

That we can stock up on and take

With us as we continue on.

We Monarch butterflies sure will

Be welcome guests to land upon

Our longtime friends for a refill.

A field of sunflowers below,

Perfect food and rest stop, we go

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 My Secret

I have a secret held quite long,

The truth of which I've never told.

It be a deed I'd done so wrong,

When I was young, and now I'm old.

A few times in my life I've had

To keep my truth so lie do tell

To make my truth not seem so bad,

And not be such a living hell.

So as you read this, maybe you

Are thinking my secret will be

Finally revealed, but not so,

My secret's truth won't come from me.

Live with my secret and its lie,

Its truth I hold until I die.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Dog Gone

A quite huge pit bull bitch I be,

Called Girl in the story that I

Am in with ghouls attacking me.

They leave me alone. I learn why.

Cuz feed on the humans of course,

These ghouls being smart enough to

Figure I'm not a good food source.

But hanging out with humans, true,

Frets me much more than ghoulish stuff.

Much more macabre, most humans are,

And I've been around them enough,

Away from them, can't get too far.

Somewhere my pups and me be bound,

Where there be no humans around.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Menu Choice

Me and the Missus got to go

On Noah's Ark, but first of course,

The two of us wanted to know,

We'd be assured our prime food source.

Noah said lots of salad stuff

Would be available for us.

We told him that's not good enough,

And made a roaring scary fuss,

Whereupon Noah did agree

We'd have our choice of cuts of meat.

Noah had a big family,

So lots for us lions to eat.

No matter what the Bible said,

Noah's family kept us fed.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Dream

All time and place I be with you.

My sweet angel, you came to me,

And ever be my dream come true.

So ever yearn forever be

Reliving all the memories of

Our togetherness, when and where,

Entwining in a perfect love,

For you and I to ever share.

Each time onto our bed I lie,

I wish I would sleep on and on.

Why do I live? Why did you die?

For me, you never should be gone.

Let me dream on, for heaven's sake.

Still in hell, without you, I wake.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 I Love My Wife

I love my wife, I knew so when

The very first time I met her,

And as couple, we did begin

In commitment meant to endure.

I love my wife, though she oft is

Nagging me about this or that,

Insists upon minding my biz,

In or out of our habitat.

I love my wife, even though she

Spends so much money, I have to

Work two full time jobs constantly.

This keeps her happy, so I do.

I love my wife, through bad and good.

Why? I have never understood.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Human Storm

Sometimes in April, snow does fall,

A natural, not tragic, thing,

Certainly not compared to all

Year's tragedies that humans bring,

Purposely inflicting harm on

Each other every night and day,

Just a human phenomenon,

Done in such unnatural way.

Any snow in April won't last,

As lasts the harm that humans do

Each other, ongoing amassed,

Old harms heaped on by harms anew.

Anything that's in nature to find,

Is not more than found in humankind.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 They Think and Say

They think and say from norm I tilt.

They're always on that I am off,

And should be feeling shame and guilt.

Not like them, I know that they scoff.

They think and say a lot of stuff,

How they are good and I am bad.

I'm sure I am never enough,

Meeting expectations they've had.

They think and say what used to be

Causing me lots of pain no doubt.

But now they can expect from me,

I'll be myself and tune them out.

They think and say whatever they

Want, cuz I'm happy with my way.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Lots of Traffic

I once upon a time thought I

Was doing good, but judged be bad.

"Hit the road," ordered the Big Guy,

Cuz I had made him oh so mad.

And since then that same road I took

Is well worn by sinning feet tred,

Thinking they heeded his Good Book

While living, but then find out dead,

That they very falsely did claim

To think that they were doing good, when

They did bad stuff in the Big Guy's name,

Stuff, the Big Guy judged to be sin.

Think gooders know my road so well,

Judged do badders and sent to hell.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Wooing Season

Sprightly I've come from underground,

This male cicada springs out on

My gossamer wings and be bound

For my mating phenomenon.

An iridescent body hued

Onyx with long orange legs I sport.

Big red eyes from my head protrude.

I'm quite a colorful assort,

Attractive to the female eye.

More important, the female ear,

My competition's crushed if I

Sing at my best for her to hear.

I pass along my yearn to sing

To all the males of my offspring.

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.