Pop Sonnet #520

All the time a big project is ahead
Of the rest of what is lead
To be a mainstay in the stead
And clear up unimportant fed

Because everyone deserves a meal
Space appears for reversing appeal
And take advantage of my squeal
To reiterate the compass wheel

That plagiarizes nothing more
And shakes you up to the core
Leaving a space for full life noir
That sparkles here from shore to shore

And makes some noise for life is here
The day we beseech until a year

Pop Sonnet #521

So the beat will turn you on
Never simply what is gone
And opposed to making dawn
Come again it won't be long

Before the makeup splices hair
And the maids of honor begin to stare
At the apropos of thought for prayer
Emptied out the ladder chair

That gets in the way of the project bliss
Hearkens back to the ultimate miss
That conquers stares beneath the wrist
And makes for bold searches kissed

Making all the preachers preach
Stop again forsook beseech

Pop Sonnet #522

That took their time to compose
And the millisecond had arose
When life was all turned into prose
And shown off wares to days unknown

So take a feel of reach inside
And properly you will imbibe
A priceless drink made for the scribes
That have never once held out to bribe

You cannot be written down for bad
But a record is less than had
Because why not expunge after statues fad
Fade into the back of somewhere like Leningrad

And reach across the daytime yawn
For you felt you'd come along

Pop Sonnet #523

Hard to wake up without a pinch
Of reminding me when time to wench
The Vatican comes the hell in cinch
And offers us a handy wrench

To twist up splayed right of cross
Hope you put on your best sauce
And offer delusions into loss
Without appearing mean to Ross

Who watches us with solemn care
Mr. Scimeca it is great to stare
Into the void no matter where
The pleasing aroma of my hair

That makes a grown man feel so worthy
Even when she's in a hurry

Pop Sonnet #524

Never make it into your own club
That to me sound like an err
And upon the lightened up for hub
The main does love to stop and air

Is always free and all around
Until it is taxed by the pound
And the golden days of crowned
That new representative of the sound

Of freedom here and free speech there
I really do say that I freaking care
About the make and model where
Were written on to the card you dare

Attachments in this life aren't as bad as they say
Unless one day they go away

Pop Sonnet #525

Think about the value of life before you get old
Do everything that you've ever been told
Write down a list of thoughts that are cold
And always be ever possibly bold

Letting the right ones in is the thing to do
When you get away from the cold and the true
Comes back to bring you to warmer for due
And tried and ever so sever so through

That lying back down sometimes eases my mind
Try to relax then carefully you'll find
A sympathy card that will be behind
Time to respect why you stand in line

And the tinkling trail of the exposure blends
Half way to nowhere we all want the ends

Pop Sonnet #526

It is okay to every once in awhile save your game
Because what matters to me is to others about the same
That fit you for ominous rouses of Thames
And infinitely rescued you from holy dames

That enter a cathedral with fear and trembles
Finding all of their favorite symbols
And barely skips a moment for thimbles
That sew next to surgeon's carefully nimble

Ever so practical for all of the ideas and facts
Clearly it is about time to relax
And climbing down the ultimate tracts
That track space on trainyards that cross over tracks

Know what you mean when all is now here
Gravity was a balance that total is dear

Pop Sonnet #527

After awhile you can avoid formalism and things
Staring at what needs to be staring
Glaring at what needed to be glaring
And match out the tense for symmetry baring

To get away with the way to heal life
Bought here for now a mail order wife
That I saw on the web of dreams and old fife
Would pipe up a piper's clearly for the knife

And the old ante up for the right to be in
Won't always lend words because we know where you've been
And finding a way back without being sent
Is an emotion that has always been pent

Right up there next to things to do
Answer with positive anti-anger air

Pop Sonnet #528

Never going to finish this book
Have as many times to look
For there's always thirty more took
A chance to reverse the gap of the hook

That stays with you until your dying day
And if presence turns you brilliant say
That you'll always be a friend to Clay
Because Mr. Milburn knows you're here to stay

The man who sees the winning glance
That money captures with it's stance
And glowers back to empty romance
Teaching us to so often dance

Without vibration of the throne room before
I think they're will be redemption to the core

Pop Sonnet #529

Coming in all burnt by the cause
That was aboard your bellish gnaws
About the frame of knocking saws
That chose a side for me beauty laws

And the "macguffin" was hidden inside
Most suspense thrillers that cleverly applied
There wisdom to genre for days on a ride
The next thing you'll remember is that moment that guides

All the way back to the end of the day
Unless we are prepared to go that way
And keeps us from so much more than what we possibly say
Without a reason to keep us indoors today

And winding down for a metric ten
Don't know the next time tomorrow I will begin