Pop Sonnet #71

In the hazy dew of hypnotic memories
When I went away it all got worse
I learned to take a day or two for enjoyable hobbies
Now you take the time to rehearse

When battles aren't meant to be fought
Responsibilities take their toll on me
Understand there's more people to be bought
It is not clever for me to see

Not my battle is what they say
Godfather Ross is never impressed
Fire with fire makes it worse anyway
Cultural elitism is maybe the best

The dawn will come another day
Nervousness makes me lose sleep anyway

Pop Sonnet #72

Toughen up or sensitivity
Rigid or extreme the coercion war
A child's dream or memory
Don't think women are all whores

Maybe the gaze won't need an elective
Unless it is time to send more copies
Hopefully these words will one day be effective
To the kings and queens of remedies

Is it a day off or is it ineffective
Do we bring our own order reason
To die from too much dreary perspective
Is thought crime a 1984 treason

Then again I may be nervous
When I'm happy--it may not get worse

Pop Sonnet #73

So many hormones surging through my mind
Mages come in many forms
Maybe we all should just go blind
Freedom is secret for the days start to warm

Slippery slopes of rhyming quattrains
And never again will I return to the place
A chance to explain the sting of the disdain
Anywhere I go my heart starts to race

Respect in my own community
No one really has to change
Is all that is urgent for me
Sometimes it is good to be out of range

Clearly the death found in greed
Is not a simpler culture of need

Pop Sonnet #74

All of the pressure of a Lord's given day
And then when I run off in different directions
Will work themselves out, maybe by May
Don't know what to do, or where there's protection

Gemini has split me right down the middle
If we all work together, maybe we'll see
Maybe the devil is the man with the fiddle
Idealism might end violence but it might wotk for me

A day is lost but there's so many more
WOrking for nothing creates paranoia
Maybe my own verse should not be a chore
Unless karma returns to be bought and sold won't ignore you

Finish the game and keep on moving forward
When enough is enough there's no reward

Pop Sonnet #75

Underground and way under cover
Will Aliens cease the fear of the Earth
Cold as ice in the land of the hover
Or could this be a new type of birth

Options in art are all around us
Unless we imagined too much
Despite the coarseness of all this rust
And thought Atlantis was Dutch

After a couple of pints of absinthe and liquor
Unless it wears off after a time
It does not help me to think a lot quicker
And feels like we're locked in the grime

Maybe when we clean up our faces
But then there's still demons that chase us

Pop Sonnet #76

Fear of my home is no longer an option when
And if creates bedlam in myself and not others
We seek the day where happiness begins
We'll all be true to our sisters and brothers

Meaningless vanity is too rigid for me
Walk too far, or not far enough
Unless the echoes create a golden plea
Things might get crazy if I don't get gruff

Call my bluff it is enjoyable to dream
Pressures not on, it is not a forceful drive
Except when the dream all ends in a dream
What do we do to all feel alive?

Slow down so we can catch up
Or speed up to find a drop from a cup

Pop Sonnet #77

Willard maybe floats round the room
Pushing himself to be too correct
When push comes to shove it still looms
When calmness still makes me erect

And then there is J. Wagner the great
Realizes the audience is much wider now
Never does he ever show up late
If the audience is not there still take a bow

The rules of the game is corrosive when
Renoir in a painting at the Museum de Orsay
Nazis should not have censored him
In France peril lurks when frustration is in the day

Inertia, impetus is colliding for peace
Unless I just wither to be in the least

Pop Sonnet #78

Times come and they go
And repetition or loops and excerpts forgive us
Sometimes I want sunlight, sometimes there is snow
Unless dreams are made to teach us

Fast or slow it is just a matter of time
Slowing down is what I'm doing
Folks get frustrated when there's no words to mime
Unless too much speed is what is stewing

The poet is in pain for nothing is certain
Without a feeling of frustration
It is like I open and close the curtain
I am not sure if there is an explanation

You said some things, and I said some things
Those days are over--or is this what death brings

Pop Sonnet #79

Happier times, they still might exist
The mentor is rising, but his coiffure is charming
But there's so many things that we all have missed
Why do I still feel so alarming

We're only in it for the money Frank Zappa says
And boxes were all meant to be popped out of
Unless it is his opinion for the ancient of days
Unless there's preferable isms to shoose from

The flames of destiny will find a dawn of eternity
It is still expensive to live comfortably
There's room here for everybody
Unless we have everything already

Depending upon that in which we take part in
There's nothing wrong with free art then!

Pop Sonnet #80

The Royal Rangers once said to be prepared
It is impolite to stare, unless we get pumped
And I do think that the whole world cared
I'll admit it, I'm totally stumped

Keep secrets, it's healthy and not even kidding
Charity is perilous but it is karmic
Unless God spoiled us by too much giving
Until the light burns out it's last week

Do negative thoughts bring about a catharsis
A purging of frightening days of Thanksgiving
Seasonal problems are about the rehearsals
Don't make much, but it's a living

If I can stop stirring up trouble
There's still time to fix the bubble