Pop Sonnet #210

Lori and Heather are very nice girls
It is okay to be nice
Because muckrakers take advantage of curls
When you drop down from heaven in rice

No point in being filthy host
Unless you work hard
To stay as clean as a ghost
And keep dropping Lard

Because you know what goes around comes
Unless there is a reason to live
The garden groves is a lovely place runs
The Restaurant will let us in

Just make sure to straighten out your priorities
And then you will find all of the necessities

Pop Sonnet #211

Retrace your steps as carefully should
Because there's no reason for fear
And I know there's things that I really would
Hand out an assignment next year

But be not afraid because life goes on
It is quite as simple as that
Don't even mind if everything is the game fun
No need to simply nitter nat

There is no way to ever be perfect
So don't even try it's pointless
Should I be detached alarming is worth it
Other joints will come to the jointless

And keep it up two, three and four
Glad I'm not in the Marine Corps

Pop Sonnet #212

Last night I had another perfect dream
It started in an old friend's basement
Things are not always what they seem
I'm glad there is a way to trace it

Because the world's greatest failure
Is the world's greatest win
Unless no one frickin' trails here
I don't want things to turn to an object again

Unless I have to get railed here
Don't make the animals run away
The sounds of the world are near
There may not be a way to make love stay

Just work work work all the live long day
And make sure they are getting their way

Pop Sonnet #213

It is okay to live alone, it's comforting no one is watching
And if I have to hang up the phone
Then sometimes others are coughing
Good thing I really am, really am home

The holy spirit is near us
Don't make others freak out alone
Unless the shopping bag fits us
The skill, the skill, can still be honed

It's hard to keep everything a secret
Unless of course you like to hike
To Colorado's highest peaked
Sometimes it's okay to flip a bike

Unless you plan on disaster
It is okay to write so much faster

Pop Sonnet #214

Steppin out of line, can be quite responsive
Just take time for the things that matter
Demonstrate that time for fleas in the concert
Are making sure not too shatter

The season is changing so freakin fast
That now there's a flea in my eye
This rocket ship is built to last
And it's okay if you have to cry

To cry again carry us far away
To bring more tourism here today
And fear the power of my simple day
When God comes back he will be here to stay

But then again, if you like wasting time
Then simply hang out and drop a dime

Pop Sonnet #215

The morning is a good time to write
Whether you are remembered or not
Take time to handle beautiful hands all right
Don't let anything or anyone get shot

There is already enough to worry about
In the grand scheme of things
Grandma Helen and Grandma Marge shout
From the heavens there goes the pincings

So don't worry about the simple dead
When fear brings on memories
Take your time to always be in the red
To jump start the world's economues

And count on me, I'll do my best not to let you down
Juat don't make, don't make anyone frown

Pop Sonnet #216

Has anything including pride gone to my head
Or am I still disorganized
There are still defenders of logic in bread
A tired old wreck in my cries

Take the response of the cross to bear
And no decimation unless
You know people really do freakin care
That's why the women all dress

Don't forget to practice awhile
Until the saloon plays the keys
A player piano is on file
No one ever sees what I seize

And don't feel indentured for your journey
Carry me out with my newfound gurney

Pop Sonnet #217

I keep hearing a panic attack
From the bad side of being bipolar
There is still so much that I lack
I may not have it when older

Unless there is no way back
From a darkening volunteer job
Avoid the sidewalk crack
Jump for joy when I bluff the old cob

And no point in any name calling
Because the pressure is off
Simpler words are a lot more enthralling
And the best days for a few cups of Coff

So don't give up what you love
It's like a few pennies from above

Pop Sonnet #218

Maybe these words will be eaten
And simply thrown in the fire
Maybe no one feels like beaten
Object lessons are all soon acquired

Because love is a patient thing
But money, oh money is not
Why is there any pain to bring
Unless I am old enough to rot

And look younger or older
What's the point
Of hanging around in a Boulder
because it is an old joint

Where we watched shows in a theater
Mourn and praise and send them to a heater

Pop Sonnet #219

Maybe there's a reason to suppress and repress
In case it is just a wet dream
Men still can cause a whole lot of stress
I think I know what you mean

Are we square, of course we are sir
The flowery language is not mine
To simply behave like a cur
And being is so very thine

When things get burned it's okay
As long as we don't go away
And in the night, there's really more to love today
I've got nothing left to say

Gentle, so gentle away we go
There's a point to take away the flow