Pop Sonnet #580

Itemizing presence for a wake of reborn babes
Plot entire progress with arc-lamps in the vapors
Takes a lot of time to properly handle Gabe's
Exciting daily challenge that cuts you in the papers

So visualizing somnolence will always act you out
Having such a memory and feeling all the doubt
Carnal seepage mental shed frozen on the couch
And doubling over laughing but feeling like a lout

Which makes an entire fever run back to the fair
Couched in terms of holograms the impetus is there
Catch a fallen star to catch a hidden stare
Which makes for frontage proper about a lachrymose care

For beaches and for volleys, I know a few tens
But without the care they take, empty the shavings

Pop Sonnet #581

So if it comes to roost in your dream of agility
Spend it all to phantom raised in mass of number nine
That spent the morrow frothing at the ever loving ability
Which sends forth all the drainage that drains could ever vine

A wrecked out tricked out motor holies
That reminds of how good the roadies
Simply worked for presence mostly
Ghosts are so very ghostly

Without exception the moisture is through
Breathing a bit of debris in an afternoon for true
And throwing back to Kevin what Kevin always knew
That time and chance would be an answer polished for the blue

Which takes some time of caring for the dying neighbor's truck
And that is why I'm looking out for the home that goes to luck

Pop Sonnet #582

What that means exactly is that pressure is always on
From the middle of the day and the end of the early dawn
The motor head and peacefulness that offered what was gone
And took away my pain for the nurses in the lawn

That walked around at times when holding back the pain
They did not want anyone to know about that might effect their brain
And limping round the basement means work is here to stain
The commodities that accept no guilt for peevish in the drain

Makes a genteel plea for heaven send us the way back
Without a double principle that hangs on to the tack
And coughs up all the asthma that exists on the track
So if you are good at running, what's the point of looking back

So wander around in Winter, walkabout in Spring
As soon as it is Easter there will be the coming of the King

Pop Sonnet #583

Feeling a bit heavy handed sometimes when writing
Guns take lots of time for sighting
Principles of faded scopes lighting
With the proper bulb and knighting

For a prisoner that loses touch
With all that happens oh so much
And relegates the after touch
That properly wears the best of crutch

The mile feels so long they say
And this is why we slow 'er down to pray
For the things that have to fade
And never will it all be made

For the prison that you build around you
May one day keep it from the fear too

Pop Sonnet #584

When I have been down a road of genre it is hard to go back
To the same place that sponsored the attack
Unless I roam around in place and borrow the sack
Of greens that you gave me, I will always just look, Mack

Because I'm getting pumped up by slowing down the muse
And making sure that every time I pick up I am fused
By the double vision that operates that abused
And gathers up the children so they never get confused

By words and things that make no ever aching freaking sense
That pretends on scoping out a problem and ending evidence
Because what's the point in living if filthy birds make dents
On censorship that comes to you when not wanting to be bent

Up by an enemy that will be attracted to words you do select
And there's already been many f-bombs used for added effect

Pop Sonnet #585

Carefully I wander back and forth in the den
Feeling separated from anywhere I've been
Wondering and wandering without a separate bin
For working on the way in which we save our game for them

So if they do come reading what all we have programmed
And one day if it matters how much we've been since then
When time was rushing by in a feel of systems gem
With rocks that were as nice as having fun along with her and him

Because refurbishments are placated by the rest of the courage hands
That stole a cherry blossom from a garden that was in the plans
To encourage longer syntax harmonies that take on for the man
A promise that was broken when at last we stand

And good thing God uses every little bit
Of memory in the memory card that never can forget

Pop Sonnet #586

No trouble ever comes my way at all
Unless you follow me today
Because when we've toyed with what is tall
You can never slash the gray

When perilous promotions come storming cross the sky
And windy is the overblown wreckage in the fly
That operates a gondola when operations try
To reprimand the hobby and turn around for thine

And keeps us alive and keeps there secrets safe
Unless off of the tiny bit of stress it causes weren't worth the space
Feeling comfortable only when labeled as a waif
And of we go when fictive encounters cross us in the brace

That was worn as long as possible without a day is ending
Can you really believe all the messages that I have been sending

Pop Sonnet #587

This won't hurt a bit my child when you are so close
Doesn't mean to follow a whole mountain with the slowest
So if you ever make some, make sure you make the most
And even if life is constantly taxi in the host

Of problems that you'd like to solve when roads are all messed up
Just fix what you can day by day when they make it up
And render back your fortune for tomorrow's Silver Cup
Of when you turn to disbelief you find your prayer is mixed up

And what goes around goes aground
Can't take back what ain't rewound
Can't always reach back for the pound
Clearly clearing up the fact that we are making sound

And use of Holy Spirit that floods around the pain
And heals the translucent that suffer all in vain

Pop Sonnet #588

What feathers you clear empty pool of tirade's for a drink
Doesn't mind a rescue that dives back in the think
That property costs a lot more than a valuable old sink
But both are factored in of course when selling the hole blink

At you for awhile and fix your bad positioning it ruins your posture now
Couldn't ever find things ever so complicated right allow
Endearing to the heavens that bring back what is hollow
And that is the last time I will ever have to borrow

A vessel that empties itself when held on through the ride
And empties all five hundred cups of decaf that you have churning inside
At least the day is coming when digestion has arrived
And solely fills your brains with fluid that happens to imbibe

And all is gaining back the only pretense you've ignored
Can it be that everything was always so implored

Pop Sonnet #589

Take back your happy ending for what means a lot right here
Involved in all the ways to get you to stand up and cheer
To fly the time around the way that things will time and steer
The plane in the right direction invited by a nearer

Thing that planned so early that it commonly made sure
To where anything that looked good within the great demure
And wandered back to home in time to feel a bit more pure
And stopped us right from asking what could not be found alluring

For a simpler pattern expressed in all the same ways
That it takes for bookends to really give back to the filets
Which smell so good that slowing down is all that really plays
And market me as much as you want the dividend that stayed

Because you too can change the world like I will
Just about time to focus on that underhanded object to be completely filled