Pop Sonnet #570

Let us get the ball rolling in this mind sweep phase
A new mental challenge for the challenged and the haze
That speaks to the potent like a sympathy for craze
And sometimes you just do things for those that obeys

Sparkling refreshments need a gallon of ice
Sometimes I'd do anything for spice
Extra time to propose a roller rink of mice
That play all day for extra credit and a vice

Of a sprinkled residue that builds up the whole day
Even when we make sure to push it all away
And will the winds ever calm or do they stay this way
When Arlen took me to breakfast, I felt better pray

For all the things we do and all what's done some more
And that is simply what we need for the darkest core

Pop Sonnet #571

Tell everyone you meet that they have a need to be alive
Because once in awhile they have thought of dives
To be on the dashboard of make believe that will cope with hives
That eat away the flesh of hoping not to notice lives

Lived for a note to a common good
When T. More's Utopia spills around the understood
Way of being when nothing goes wrong should
Now I'm tired and frustrated for the silver wood

That meets me in a manner that simply repeats
Unless you are tongue tied for a thousand sheets
That bothered to bring back the ghost of sickle beats
Returning to the distances of men that meets

So in case you are still alive will you be remembered too
About all kinds of things that will remain quite true

Pop Sonnet #572

As long as it doesn't look easy at all that is fine by me
It is so freaking heady that it lives comfortably
And carefully we peel back what we need to be
So we will maintain an order that supposedly

Won't discomfort all the elders that need to be overturned
And I think it's almost time for a disc to be burned
But there's thirty more to go before the day is learned
All it takes is a wink to bring the witch to the adjourned

So rediscover magic beneath a common path
Near a tree by a crick, it's an autumn bath
For the keepers in the spots to attack the math
That coincides with soldiery that page turned calf

That sprinkles on the extra days of signed by vice
And will always keep you no matter what paralyzed

Pop Sonnet #573

If you have to work real hard so I propose to you
That you won't find a tirade for the prison too
Keeps a blind eye for Maude and her real deal true
That was an effortful day of jokes for the crew

That ransacked a gutter snipe that felt real sad
When he bent down for a dollar that God may have had
Unless there's somewhat autobiographical Chad
Was as nice as he could be to others that were padded

In their cells and no room to move
Unless comfortably declined for an idol's groove
That knew that someday it would even be removed
And I don't support man's hate or lust for the well behooved

That were emptying for days and nights along the silence
So that is about the moment that removed the violins

Pop Sonnet #574

So I have a dark dark past, but yours is darker still
And that's no way to charge up the simple will
For an occasion in a memory that will be uphill
For the journey's never easy unless time to reel

One in for distance and plan your upkeep
And one time away from surfaces belongs to sleep
That empty out the latches for what's buried deep
Implying that the tides have turned for your in steep

Uphill and around the pleasant half and half
Bring me the giant find of the carafe
And share a dozen lessons for a spot of laugh
That for the sake of laughter took us down to a hath

That was for what you had and not for long
Because if there's a time we should go forward to be strong

Pop Sonnet #575

I agree strong fully that you should agree
But there are a few points to be indiscreet
For the rest of your life you'll turn in back for wheat
That Corner's in from the land of milk and meat

That we cannot separate from a simple job
Sheltering the way that we were paid by sobs
That created a big tower that went to the hobs
Of a million different languages that were known by Bob

Who diced up the practice constantly that no one believes
Unless you have an orphan in your companies
That was brought to life and happy for the allegories
That once emphasized a metaphor of the sympathies

That were bought back when the company filed in time
And they brought back to sympathy a dozen flights

Pop Sonnet #576

Fly somewhere else when you do an aerial
And that which is important remains on the scale
Unless you want to operate the magnet fail
That wants to demonstrate another time to pail

That which holds to the thing that we all love the most
And saves an old agenda for what damages ghosts
That lucky number even or odd what is all the roast
Of a simple cardiogram that gives away the host

Of complaints that never made the registry
And a copy of a copy is enough to be
An impetus collided with an old man's deed
That simply wound up corks and brought us for the tea

That felt so good when times are felt for breath is there
About another empty day with empty bare

Pop Sonnet #577

Oh the gift of acting and writing plans
Were about to shovel out for the hidden lands
That were around the heavens in an auto Rand
Saving every drop of coin for the catch of Dan

That was feeling pretty good because that simply orchestrates
When cultural pollution tends to ameliorate
That which is not believed in a simple fate
Which no matter who you are could circumnavigate

And when we find our way to the time that is ours alone
I don't think that forever is a way to groan
That the plan for curving backwards is a vociferous loan
That will chastise you so often you'll be in the Roan

Of a secret wave that masticates itself
And dissipates the logic waiting for a wealth

Pop Sonnet #578

Better be sure, as sure as sure can be
Or you'll never get back all your sympathy
And for now there's nothing else for which a man made key
Will open up the lock out vociferously

And receptacles recycles and reusable equipped
Doesn't mean it ain't for real that you are whipped
At least we demonstrate that you are promised gripped
For the ledge that gets real icy can be way bad slipped

So stay awake when driving to the ends of the Earth
And remember all that matters now is what your worth
Which is in God's domain a lot more than the birth
Of others taking time to be part of the surf

That is up on waves about to break and crash
And for now will add it up so that we save a scratch

Pop Sonnet #579

Not sure where number signs came into this
Not sure if the day is ending full of fever bliss
That will take a jet fueled race car to a auto miss
Nearly had a wipeout on the roundabout risk

Because if you are running late, you will get there in due days
For whatever memories are springboard plays
Returning just a sonnet to a breaking wave
That crashes all around us in the broken for saved

That were limping into the finish from their beat up prow
And that is the only time you know they do allow
A simple reason to pray for everyone you know right now
When B. Melgares feels better than you too will say how

Because finding middle ground is sometimes possible too
That doesn't mean that no man is in charge of you