Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Communism in U.S.A.

Communism as an ideal

Sounds good as way to control greed.

But when it has been tried for real,

Dictatorships do rule indeed.

Since Communism came about,

Always around to some degree.

In the U.S., malcontents tout

As how We the People should be.

Today such threat is spreading more

Like an epidemic disease

To take us over without war,

And ruled by Communist Chinese.

Communism is U.S.A.,

Nightmare that never goes away.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 "Now"

"Live in the now" so often heard,

Don't live in past or future time.

But "now" for me, a tricky word.

Not sure for long in "now" I'm

Supposed to be, until time is

Moved on from the "now" to the next.

Be second, a day, how long? Gee whiz!

In each "now" I'm always perplexed.

Of course, whenever "now" is bad

For me, I want out of it quick.

But when my "now' is good, I'm glad

To stay and just let the clock tick.

Then "after" comes, this "now" is more

Just a pile of my life before.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Edge to Predict

Cryptocurrencies, hit or miss,

Little investors never know,

At the mercy of that or this,

And most just have lesser to show.

Of course insider trading is

Normally an illegal act,

But there be loopholes in the biz.

Some insiders profit as fact.

Government decisions be made

Affecting crypto. Buy or dump?

Top decision maker can trade,

Make loads of profits, just like Trump.

Golden Rule variant oft told,

Who makes the rules does make the gold.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Trunk Time

The elephant was hungry for

Peanuts, and so walked 'round until,

Found a vending machine with store

Of lots of peanuts to fulfill

The elephant's hunger craving,

But the elephant was without

Money, so required some knaving

To get all those peanuts, no doubt.

And so the elephant's trunk goes

Sliding in the vending machine,

Through the drop down, just like a hose,

Done many times, and so routine.

Elephants never forget be why

Vending machine be sucked peanut dry.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Flight Plan

When I was young, I could not wait

To grow up and do adult stuff.

But seemed like I was always late

To do and never did enough.

Older I got, faster time flew.

Why did time have to fly so fast?

Some adult stuff I'd never do,

As more and more by me just passed.

So now an old adult I be,

And wiser about what I do.

A lot of love's been gifted me,

Most important in me, that grew.

Along with time I now just fly,

Until my time to crash and die.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Confession

A good Catholic Mom I do be,

Tried to teach my son good, not bad,

But a disappointment for me,

He turned out, and makes me so sad.

Lying a lot, success to win,

At last I had all I could take,

But felt I committed a sin.

So a confession I did make,

To my son in moment of stress,

I beat him badly, black and blue.

The priest told me I did confess

Not to sin but good deed to do.

No sin to do what I had done,

Beating up a politician.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 My Pledge of Allegiance

The flag of the U.S.A., I've

Been proud and grateful to call mine.

Always feel lucky I'm alive

In a nation blessed by divine

To make freedom and justice real.

Yes, We the People sometimes err,

But make progress toward the ideal,

American Dream all can share.

Under this flag, we can prove worth

That allegiance is not in vain.

We stay greatest nation on Earth,

If free and just goals do remain.

I pledge allegiance every day

To the flag of the U.S.A.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Taiga

The taiga, a vast forest in

Subarctic northern regions, cold,

Mostly evergreens of thick skin,

And strong roots able to take hold

In the soil, which often does freeze,

With few nutrients therein found,

But enough for evergreen trees

To survive and to hold their ground.

When permafrost in the soil thaws,

Taiga forests can appear drunk,

Leaning in staggered ways, because

Unfreezing ground around has sunk.

So taiga soil does cause to be

Lots of timber to lean tipsy.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Out Mastering

Evolvement of the human mind,

Now all that's known in such supply,

All best, all worst of humankind,

Being programmed into A.I.,

Which is accelerating so,

Often at odds with human goal.

If not now, soon, A.I. will know

How from humans to take control.

Of course, humans are trying to

Leash the Frankenstein monster, but

Whatever tie ups humans do,

A.I. knows how to get them cut.

Human friction, A.I. will learn

To make humankind crash and burn.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Help Myself Survive

Aboard a cruise ship, a bit drunk,

Leaned on the railing, but did slip

Over the side, and went kerplunk

Into the ocean by the ship.

Treading water, "Help" I did yell,

As the ship slowly sailed away.

Had I been heard? I could not tell.

Hope for rescue, I had to pray.

Sobered up and clear thinking now,

The strength in me I had to find,

To stay optimistic somehow,

Keep faith both in body and mind.

My greatest waiting threat, I knew,

Panic, my killing, waiting to.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Painful

I deem you such a work of art.

I'm mistress to your masterpiece.

My love for you does fill my heart.

My yearn for you does never cease.

My feelings for you I reveal,

In hope that you feel the same way.

But clues about how you do feel,

In front of me, you do display.

And what I sense does make me sad,

Which I tell you, then you tell me,

I want too much, this makes me mad

That I to you, a pain does be.

Fire in my heart for you I yearn,

Causing me such case of heartburn.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Special on Meat

The grocery store does greet with ad.

In the meat department look for

A new, fresh meat supply be had,

First time be sold in any store.

And so a special price per pound

To lure more customers to buy.

Enthusiasm does abound,

Lines of customers wait to try.

Grocery store manager is

Happy to see so much demand.

It should be profitable biz,

Offering such an unknown brand.

New, fresh meat buy, the price well worth

Paying for human meat from Earth.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Rain Song

The stage is set to sing our song.

We never ask of how or why,

Or weather we'll sing short or long.

We're called to perform in the sky.

Sometimes we're welcome, sometimes not,

Still our performance must go on,

Weather we're a few or a lot,

Our nature is to fall upon

Audience awaiting on Earth,

Weather to applause or to boo,

We sing the measure of our worth,

Performing as we're meant to do.

We raindrops sing as we do fall,

Until we splash upon what all.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Awaiting My Love

My love and I did walk across

The bridge, and then halfway did pause.

Then from the bridge my love did toss

Me over, and my death to cause.

Such a shock, my love would do this

To me, and why I did not know.

I felt our love was true, pure bliss.

But now in rage I wait below,

Until my lover's guilt does be

So much, my lover does return

To this same place, and will find me

Waiting for reunion I yearn.

To cross this bridge, my lover will.

From the river, I'll rise to kill.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Samurai Warrior

An Onna-musha warrior, she,

Armed with her naginata sword,

Stands on the mountain cliff to be

Preparing body and mind toward

Fighting invading armies that

Too very soon will arrive to

Threaten her family habitat.

So fight to death, she's called to do.

The cherry blossoms fall around

Her, and she takes brave heart from them.

For in their grace and beauty's found

Courage to face coming mayhem.

She hears the cherry blossoms call.

She shares their honor, should she fall.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Mother Volga

On Mother Volga River, I

Do be a boatman my life long,

And for my family is why.

My job has made me proud and strong.

Upon the barges, up and down,

Mother Volga I do my work,

Passing many a farm and town.

Often so tired, but never shirk

My helping make the barges flow

Through the vast Russian Motherland,

Upon her waters, to and fro,

The life I've grown to understand.

The Mother Volga River be

The time and place for boatman, me.

Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 They're Never Satisfied

They're mindless, heartless monsters who

Use wars to fill their power lust.

Powerless have no choice but do

Their bidding, as powerless must.

They're using most precious of mine

To carry on their evil ways,

Turn best into worst, their design,

Highest prices, powerless pays.

They're now taking the best from me,

And my best is turned to their worst.

To them, pawns, my child and I be.

Mother, childless, forever cursed.

My child is living nevermore.

My child is dead because of war.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 St. Petersburg's White Nights

St. Petersburg is where I be,

When during the month of June is

White Nights, so confusing for me.

The sun seems up to tricky biz,

Stays below horizon at night,

Just far enough to still show shine,

No darkness, but a pearly white,

Gives the night time a new design.

Mom Nature's not seen fit to give

Me too much of deep thought process,

So through this, I live and let live.

Mom Nature should know best I guess.

Though confusion White Nights do bring,

This songbird has more time to sing.

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Underclock

I know you hate me oh so much,

Your hate because I do my job,

To coax you to your work as such.

Your hate does make me sad a gob.

So I've decided not to work,

So you won't have to work as well.

You can sleep in because I shirk

Doing what you consider hell.

Now, no matter how I am set,

When that time comes, I won't go off.

A no alarm clock you now get,

So no more cause at me to scoff.

Overclock, I'm hated by you,

So underclock, now I will do.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Rest Stop

As I was flying on my way,

Below, a rosebush beckoned me,

Inviting me to stop and stay.

No other place I had to be,

And so upon the rosebush, I

Alit, from rose to rose I went,

Taking from each a gift supply

Of very pleasant sight and scent.

And of course at each rose I drank

Serving of nectar, tasty toast.

Of course at each rose I did thank

Each rose for being a nice host.

On the rosebush, well treated guest,

This butterfly had a nice rest.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Wedding Mess

Clara Bell proposed to Grant Ted,

And he accepted right away.

So off to church they went to wed.

Maid of Honor, Cherry Sundae,

And Bud Weiser was the Best Man.

Grant gave Bud some money to buy

A ring, but Bud thought better plan,

To buy a keg of beer supply,

Which Bud began to drink non stop,

Then with Cherry, started to fight.

Bud, whipped, creamed, Cherry on top,

Making the preacher quite uptight.

Grant Ted, Clara Bell had no ring,

And so was postponed their wedding.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 My Love Letter to You

Dearly Beloved, as you read

This letter written by me to

You, in every thought and deed,

I always be utmost for you,

Even when I know you be wrong,

Even when I know you be weak.

I know you can be right and strong,

When the forgiveness that you seek,

You always be able to find

From me, along with truth to give.

And when hard, I try to be kind,

So better both of us may live.

With all my love you know I be,

As you look in the mirror at me.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Best Gift

Just he and I, my early life.

A carpenter, our home he built.

He gave solace from stress and strife,

Taught me the traps of shame and guilt

Could be avoided if I chose

To strive to do the right and good,

Even though difficult such goes,

He gave assurance that I could.

A better person I would live

From all that from him I received.

In his nature to truly give,

More love he gave, more I believed.

Last words to me on his deathbed,

"You are my best gift," my Dad said.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Innocence Lost

A human child is born on Earth,

And other humans are around,

So the innocence of life worth

Most likely will be lost as bound

A human child  be to the learning

Foremost the worst of human mind,

That abuse of all living thing,

God given right of humankind.

A human child most likely will

Follow such lead of others who,

To reach such destiny to fill,

Satisfy self to think and do.

A human child grows up in world

Of humans wrongs ever unfurled.