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.

Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 The Pastor's Deadly Sin

The pastor in a sermon said

He had a sweet tooth for fruit pie.

Making such a confession led

Soon after to his deathbed. Why?

The congregation all brought him

Fruit pies by the dozens, and so

The pastor ate all on a whim.

His belly ballooned up to blow,

Causing his death. The pastor went

To the Pearly Gates, and he told

St. Peter the pies incident.

Frowning, St. Peter then did scold,

"The sin of gluttony you tell,"'

"Burn those calories off in hell!"

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Lost Track of Me

Hubby no more had good me with

Wifey, now me with her was bad.

That I, time, don't care is just myth.

One final good me should be had

By Hubby, so I took him to,

With his buddies, a last night out.

Such a good me, Hubby did do.

I got away from him, no doubt.

So later, Hubby came back home,

And Wifey was not in good cheer,

For the me Hubby spent in roam,

"Why the hell were you gone a year?"

Hubby lost track of me, now I'm

Back to his bad from his good time.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Tongue Lasher

I'm in the Savannah for lunch,

Here at home in Lincoln Park Zoo.

And while I eat, watched by a bunch

Of human visitors, all who

Seem quite impressed with the length of

My twenty inch long tongue that I

Grab the acacia leaves I love.

Each tongue lash grabs a good supply.

Dark purple blue my tongue does be,

Protecting from burn of the sun.

I watch the humans watching me,

This giraffe, a crowd favorite one.

I note tall Chicago skyline,

And none have tongues as long as mine!

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Home B Ball Game

My boys are playing basketball.

Hoop's on garage in the driveway.

Mom, Dad, Sis, the family all

Are cheering on this lovely day.

My job is as the referee,

Make sure rules followed in the game.

My boys pay attention to me.

They know sportsmanship is my aim.

Of course I want them to have fun,

And we all are having a bunch.

Then right after the game is done,

We all are gonna break for lunch.

Keeping my boys' game on the up,

Barking decisions be this pup.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 We Amazed Each Other

You are a man, when but a boy

With other boys climbed to the top

With your music, brought the world joy.

Your band broke up, would music stop?

You are a man without your band,

Which was so very hard for you.

Your loss, you could not understand.

And too much drinking you would do.

You are a man who could not cope,

And relied more and more on me.

All I could promise you was hope

You would get better, and you be.

So yes, you are a man, my man,

And when you can't, maybe I can.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 The Downfall of King Saul

King Saul of Israel had long fought

The Philistines in constant war.

Then a witch told Saul he was not

In God's good favor any more.

On Mount Gilboah Saul did fight

His last battle and which would cost

His life, as the Philistine's might

Overwhelmed them and Israel lost

Pieter Bruegel The Elder chose

To paint of King Saul's suicide.

Depicted painting battle shows

Saul falls on sword and falls on pride.

Painting, "The Suicide of Saul,"

Of how "pride goeth before the fall."

Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 "Drama"dary

Life on the desert is hard, and

The wind is always blowing up

My nose, sand boxes full of sand.

I'm hot under the collar, yup.

Inside the water inside me

A lot of tension on the boil.

This ship of the desert, I be

A mental shipwreck with this toil.

I can call no oasis mine.

This camel's life, I can't escape.

Always caboose in a long line,

My hump's really bent outta shape.

I constantly am getting hit,

Camel ahead is full of spit.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Her Veggie Over Him

She serves me to him many ways.

Sometimes I'm boiled or baked or fried,

Sometimes served raw with mayonnaise.

However to him I'm supplied,

She serves me up with carnal aim,

To render him helpless for sure.

She knows that I am her best game

To get and keep him stuck on her.

Cuz she knows as long has been known,

Enticing love, I've got the edge,

Potent properties, all my own,

For making love, I'm super veg.

As a love potion I enchant.

He's her sex slave with this eggplant.

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 I'd Choose Loki

Loki seems like a fun Norse god,

Full of mischief and trickery.

Other deities deemed him odd,

Causing chaos with poetry,

Called flyting, exemplified by

Crashing a party big gods had,

Loki was in mood to defy.

Other gods cried he was so bad,

Insulting all in witty verse.

But he'd just grin while goading them.

The more he'd goad, the more they'd curse.

He left the party in mayhem.

If picking a Norse god be done

By me, Loki sounds like most fun.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 I Have to Grieve Alone

My dear wife died, and yes I grieved,

But glad that someone close to her

Remained with me, and I believed

The two of us could cope for sure.

But he was still very aloof

With me, as he had been before.

Treating him well, I thought was proof

That his companionship meant more

To me, now with loss of my wife.

One day I let him outside, and

He just disappeared from my life,

So hard for me to understand.

I guess I just will never learn

Why her cat never did return.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Kept Hidden

"People don't fake depression, they"

"Fake being okay ..." quote went on,

"Remember that. Be kind." He'd say,

And then Robin Williams was gone.

When alive, most public did not

Know how depressed Robin did be.

His talent covered it a lot.

Under, most of us could not see.

But if we'd known the truth about

Robin's depression when alive,

Would such knowledge have cast doubt

On whether his career could thrive?

Your great wit and humor did cease.

Sad, Robin Williams, rest in peace.

Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Oh Well!

If I lived well, I heard it said

That death would tremble to take me.

So maybe never I'd be dead,

So well my life I lived to be.

Of course live well as I defined,

Which probably was not the way

A well life might have been divined,

Which I knew not, never did pray.

And so there came that point in time,

The docs all told me time to go,

So lie here in my deathbed, I'm

Waiting to see if death will show.

I did not take death's coming well,

Looked at me and giggled like hell.