Pop Sonnet #540

Dissonance of letters that have been written
Psyche me up and send me your smitten
Heavily clad for Winter's getting
So much of the heavy blood we've been letting

And working so long, day after day
Empties the process in which we do stay
Offer up the logos for that away
That carries back with those that mind Ray

A man with a goal in his stead
Winds up always breaking bread
And finds out that it is lead
That children always find thread

Bare to the approach a wisp of wheels
To behind the children of appeals

Pop Sonnet #541

So read as much Bordwell as you can
Because you know I am a real big fan
Of film history, which I take when I can
And offer back to the way that is at hand

An offering beneath the golden books
That appeared in nature to bring their looks
Without getting ahead of all the cooks
That were as good as good can brooks

Were babbling steadily near the pond and whistle
Behind a bush where might be trickle
And what comes and goes like work for thistle
Caught a carbon copy in the tickle

Which makes us laugh and now no more
Monkey Business is for the double score

Pop Sonnet #542

When perfect harmony is restored
There is a way to be a reward
For the way to play a chord
Takes practice that remains implored

By the way we Christen thee
Those genteel, so gently
Refrain from wakes so particularly
And invite the right incessantly

Because the tracks of Winter's fade
Unto tomorrow's adventure made
Got to hand it to the folks that grade
There's a way to make the shade

Up by the tarp over an event is good
And the youth have understood

Pop Sonnet #543

Why be hard when the attack
Falls so softly from the back
And without a piped in lack
Simply offers an old hack

That refrains like a whipper snapper
Feeling like you'll find a capper
But beneath the stones of lapper
Find the hottest of the flapper

Because in communities we care
We care so much we often stare
But leave children covered air
And hold on for the fortune stare

That simply holds onto what we want most
And helps a dozen other hosts

Pop Sonnet #544

It is hard to take care of everything
Perhaps you can in a time of clings
That return to the manic springs
Full of quiet time in sings

Because problems take about four weeks
To go away when secrets leak
And offers guilt upon the meek
Guilty free is what they seek

So shout for joy the Earth is here
And we'll be festooned in Lear
Simply going out the ear
To be stricken from the gear

Learn to live with what you have got
And save your time to shoot the next shot

Pop Sonnet #545

When called upon a simple quest
You can foretell you'll stand the rest
Of time's important to the the best
That simply denote their patient guest

And no complaints is where I drive
Simply here and there alive
Because I know you'll have a dive
Off in Summer look like Clive

A friend of mine from long ago
Who had much fun, inside the show
And saved up all his emotive glow
For the candle in the blow

So spare me details of your innocence benign
When Judgement comes faith is the sign

Pop Sonnet #546

Lead by example, so they assume
Forging nations out of bloom
And big times for bigger moons
That retract back into Lagoons

That make for space in the time ship
Cracking on like an invisible whip
That sparkles spins without a sip
Of someone else's found to grip

A quitter makes a happy crew
Unless they quite chillin' with you
And that is enough to all see through
Unless it's tough to be here with dew

Upon the my tail, you come from behind
Let us aloft empty for the climb

Pop Sonnet #547

You'll never know for sure, obviously
So take your time and all your energy
To not scream out that you can see
A double door that empties for thee

Unless a spy December bold
Left you all hurt in Winter cold
Because you can feel quite from told
That life goes on, by day which folds

Unto the seams of haunted guess
And leaves us pleasing us for yes
And takes the time of saving the rest
For relaxed fears of haunted quest

But in our growth, we shake the claim
Bottom's up, and down the drain

Pop Sonnet #548

Should I be concerned with what I do
Find me empty here for you
Trying as I may and do
That the curtain falls too soon

For us enthusiasts of life and love
For the darling that came above
That groovy time we felt the shove
Out the door into a deadly glove

That reeks of Venom on the pin
Don't you know, there's no time to win
Because by now a Christian's been
To places that we often grin

For what's in store, could be execution
For the rumor in your contusion

Pop Sonnet #549

At last a chance, to say goodbye
And fear returns to the very sly
That come right back to where they die
And cradle on for hanging thighs

Are often the part of legs I crave always
And empty lessons of generational fades
And slip on Thirds for Fassbinder's sleighs
Riding back to ribbons made

That fresher juice with additives
That hook us all, no matter where we live
And teach us to have the finer give
Of at least partially healthy poised in responsive

So juke the ball over the night
And fairly able taking flight