Pop Sonnet #150

Good morning to the Lord, it is a whole new day
When the aurora shows up in the sky
Don't know whether it will be icy grey
There's no reason to up and fly

Disappointment is always around
Unless objects are moving
Quiet as a mouse, don't make a sound
Fasting is all of the grooving

Take time out to deliver the message
As many chances as you need
I will grant all of us safe passage
I am not the one chosen to lead

Lead us out of our emptiness lost
Good thing the Lord paid the penalty's cost

Pop Sonnet #151

Exhaustion cometh again
When the darkness tugs at my words
Don't follow me where I have been
It may lead you to the dirts

Running away serves no point
When at last we are treated to games
Glad there's a legalized joint
And it all evens out just the same

When shapeshifting goes a bit far
And no one is all the way up yet
Just keep loving the star
Even if we've never met

It isn't very fair that good things will happen
The glove box is a good place to put my map in

Pop Sonnet #152

Decisions to come as you are
Precision is lifting the sun
If I worship the astrological mar
I will never again touch a gun

Because target practice is decent
But I am so insane that it hurts
Don't want to wind up in a crossfire bent
It's okay to be on the alerts

Unless I am moving to fast
And jumping out of a moving van
These are times made to last
In the winter I can't get a tan

Addiction, addiction is real
But today it's okay I feel

Pop Sonnet #153

This morning I am pushing it
Which is okay it's relaxing
About to have a nicotine fit
But the poetry is now sort of waxing

How long must I wait for the ending
If there's no capper at all
Rules are constantly bending
No one has to know is a good call

And it is okay to write shorter
For love of the game underground
There is really no order
When love keeps on handing the pound

The dog chain is all but silenced
There is really no need for violence

Pop Sonnet #154

Crossing the line to Verona
In an empirical game in the class
Tripping over dead moaners
Complaints fill us all with the sass

Frustrated with this game that ended
Feeling pain for the classier dames
Thank heavens that the son has been sended
And rescued us all from the flames

So the time goes slow and goes fast
No one cares if you follow along
The palace will never be smashed
Let the world's days follow wrong

Just relax and have a bit of fun
There's not even a metaphysical gun

Pop Sonnet #155

Control your speed and control your temper
A footnote in history's fine
Going out with a bang and a whimper
And praying nearly all of the time

Fancult don't rid me from Earth
Because there's time to think practically
And fear the word game of worth
Just don't cause anymore jealousy

Unless there's a reason for church
The days seem to linger and last
Love hearing birds in the winter on perches
And they'll tie me up on the mast

Keep spinning, keep grinning and loving
Make sure there's no pushing or shoving

Pop Sonnet #156

Someday your prince will come is ideal
Keep your hands on the steering wheel
Slow your roll and the tire's won't squeal
If you have a banana then gently peel

Keep on moving, if you feel real sick
And keep focusing when no more tricks
Even if the roads are real slick
The GPS will get you there quick

The couplets are making me hurt
And the feeling is languishing dirt
So if all is lost in the cold squirt
At least I'm finally wearing clean shirts

Just moisten yourself in good smells
And keep cheering for everything quells

Pop Sonnet #157

Everytime I go to follow the rules
Everything keeps emptiness back
My goal is keeping the drools
From having a bad heart attack

There's fun in writing I'm sure
Unless there's no more catching up
I'm tired of feeling guiltily blurs
When there's still time for a cup

Don't do things to harm other peeps
And keep loving the goddesses when
Don't wake us up from our sleeps
The heater comes on in the wind

So please keep these words to yourself
And keep up the moral self

Pop Sonnet #158

No need to make anyone a believer
There is time to kneel and confess
To the Lord who rules the achiever
The thoughts are all boundless

Make no reason for pain and for panic
When light and life are returning to the sky
It's okay to drink lots of tonic
When pain floats around my left eye

Pay attention to the sound of a ghost
Holiness will comfort us all
And the crock pot is cooking the roast
It's so cold that the car maybe stalls

Don't remind us of everything to do
And keep hearing the voice that we're through

Pop Sonnet #159

Fear and trembling is a decent approach
When chastised for lack of chastity
Precocious moments of days in the coach
makes memories a joy you can see

So take time out for what is important again
You can take on the burdens if you want
It is a whole different ball game when
You cannot do anything that you front

Just imagine a world with more laws
Don't shake your fist at the Lord
Privacy is okay to have flaws
When there's time to drive an Accord

American made vehicles are nice too
Anywhere you go, the know of the crew