Pop Sonnet #590

Meanwhile a train came rushing back to school
Hadn't been following syllables at all
Ten per line is what they have to be to fool
Anyone in writing a system the tall

Man came wandering around the market square
Finished off by passing round the air
Which found a metaphor beneath the smear
And wandered back into the care

Of a patient that had been round
Without permeating a single sound
Fallen, oh fallen, to the ground
Saving a whole penny bound

Pardon the paradise that finds a helper
Give me time of give me shelter

Pop Sonnet #591

So analyze the proper points of goad
Simply found you on the road
Making sure to find it load
Of hanging out when they have mowed

Down a simple fast of words
Lost your diary in the cage
Of simple diatribe out of herds
Flinging back with all the sage

That could be smoked in one sitting
For the magic times we are getting
Used to all the jealous bringing
Masks of either genre lingering

With a change of prophet makers
In dreams now it makes the fakers

Pop Sonnet #592

Almost the time to save it all
Can't be treading in the pool
Scaling comfort on the doll
And kicking out your stool

Because there are so many good places to be now
Maybe I should climb back in
The decade leans toward it all in a row
Kindly spindle for the win

Right if you must find time to snooze
Complicate the things that give
Nothing else to ever lose
Thought I'd replaced the karma live

So making it a long way to the top
Never felt so far away to stop

Pop Sonnet #593

Good thing there's a culture where
Forgotten times will burn the care
And realize they should still stare
At the decadence of timer's fare

That laced a sample of the full
And scripted insults like a troll
Things that often always roll
Back the typos in Telluride's scroll

Fancy titles for the book
Never there so have a look
Back 'neath silver sup of shook
That way we will give a hook

On the caught and on thrown back
Children now have what they lack

Pop Sonnet #594

Circumstance will lead you nowhere
Except where you have felt threadbare
For a chance to drive a pair
Of deuces back to the empty stare

Staircase desire impetus rebound her
Caught a glance toward the honor
Of a expression of found fence
For the fancy words we mince

And driving off the Cliffs of Fame
Led us to a bitter shame
Catapulting very name
Of culture conflict for the game

Tbat reminded me of floating worlds in hands
Beneath over and under the stands

Pop Sonnet #595

Way back when I started this
Things were different give a miss
To the one that held out on Chris
Simply a way to get back remiss

Childhood empty, childhood mild
Bring about another child
At the minds of utter smiled
Neath the sample of desired

Files of honor when opera's gone
And left over the crutches of autumn dawn
That rebound dozer's of blessed spawn
Making for simple retread won

That empty fauna meanders back
Simply had a retractable tract

Pop Sonnet #596

What impetus delivers all
And stands by the ways we stall
For hopeful nights of darkened call
To belong to a faster fall

Of sympathy that turns to fry
A simple retread vanish fly
To bring about a show that my
Will simply be what we want most thigh

That brought the teacher out of class
Brought her out so very fast
And when a student came instead of ass
She gave her body to the mass

That enjoyed her sex with dream's desires
And immediately centered round the fires

Pop Sonnet #597

Remembering everything bad done
When you weren't having fun
Took a turn that came undone
When the basic shape of mister run

Thought of racing in one line
Found out he was doing fine
Needed all to drink the wine
Of the futuristic design

Where voices go either way
And you know in motion here to stay
Dread the graduates that feel this way
Making time for gentle grey

Areas that never get answered
Young Life was a way to dancers

Pop Sonnet #598

Making it on the list of good
Never lasted for a brood
When all collapsed and tights were stood
In the jokesters of a mood

Piece that samples Schubert's sound
And waits for the place to pound
And conquers all for higher ground
Making sure all is rewound

And samples stall it yesteryear
A simple gate for pearls on your ear
And stall a system, get in gear
For sympathy delivers here

And gates are fancy when they crash
A whole lot more of jealous cash

Pop Sonnet #599

Never mind if you are at the save
Got to hand to simple wave
At that man who is concave
And bluffed his way to the found out rave

So search the web until you find at last
Sheley's gone to gates of grassed
Of healthy wails of feeling fast
Unless the heady was to last

Now I can say I am smoke free
Last forever should I be
Gone but not forgotten friend
Three months later it depends

On what is written and what is not
Found out yes that I forgot