Pop Sonnet #740

Roll with the heat and the cold until you are full
Of temperature changes that leave
An effect of some kind that totals the bowl
How there are ways to walk seethe

From your joules, there's no other way
To pray for tomorrow's lost for the sent
Was into a really good feeling in May
Maybe there's a point where there is bent

Up metal sticks, holding down the gaping
Instant success is what I vote for
And characters that have been escaping
Don't know why you protect the core

Of being, breathing and breeding
Of giving, caring and bleeding

Pop Sonnet #741

So without a hitch, I give you all in
Unto the method that steals
If there is a bird it is likely a wren
From the way that look feels

Unto the working that poured on for hours
Miles of compromises in the loss
Might as well point out the well grown flowers
Would rather not have snow than moss

A comparable covering for the snake juice
That makes you feel hectic inside
I would vote that we come to a truce
Make some noise for the bride

In an arrangement that made for the best
Don't know what to do with the rest

Pop Sonnet #742

Banged out a couple in record time too
Father forgive us for we have sinned
Love you all dearly through and more through
Without a towering awakening in

The predisposition that left me hanging here
Without a careful time to be well
Among those in curtailed haven to fear
The best way to go with a bell

That rings when it is time for a slight change of heart
And passes the reckoning crash
That could have been prevented Seattle start
To wonder if they saved the hash

For a special occasion like maybe they're tapered
Once in awhile I feel a bit papered

Pop Sonnet #743

Moisten the position for comical tides
A marker that IOU busted
Come and get giddy inside the rides
I know it was you that I trusted

Turn a key tourniquet into a chief
Made for the liking go fact
Give me a case of the old good grief
And I'll trade you a secret for tact

The one thing that helps out in times of waste
Worries for finish to store
The last thing you need is to become so chaste
And let out your feelings some more

Because after awhile the time drags you to the mound
And the reciprocal ties you upside down

Pop Sonnet #744

Quite a bit later I was waking up
From the dread that I had more disease
And now I am feeling a bit blown up
From communicable takes in the breeze

A logical quandary I couldn't have solved
Even with the help of my cousin
Who is a doctor I could have involved
If only I had another dozen

Of feeling the urge when told for the head
In mustard flares sympathy design
Lady Windermere's Fan was in the most read
Of the silent movie inter title fine

So make sure to get through as much as you can
And find out some more as fast as you plan

Pop Sonnet #745

My hands feel so dry, almost like my mouth
That never seems to catch up with
The moisture that leaves so rapidly south
Staring at the great old Monolith

That never has moved from it's hallow of spots
Tying a graceful nice sleeve
And after awhile you will chill out the shots
That make tired into the weave

That fanciest take of a road lesser down
A sidewinder of advice in the curve
Never could dream of making a sound
For your comfort I know you must serve

For hours on end, making pain into word games
And looking back on the rearview in the same

Pop Sonnet #746

Place it has always been there
Check again if you do really care
And feel the vibration each time you stare
Without a worry to even compare

Do the whole look it will do you some different
Equipment left in the hallway
I don't think you can ask for a referent
To gain what is down in the pay

Off whenever you turned down the money
That would have been so nice to use
After awhile the grimness gets funny
Whatever else you must choose

Glad that you're going, hope it is a good time
Two nights ago the Blood Moon was fine

Pop Sonnet #747

To look at and see that the stare
Into outer space was leaving
The horse that you rode was one hell of a mare
Without second times to be grieving

Into the sieve like a funnel of oil
Tune up the car and sharpen the coil
With or without a separate foil
Of all of this work that turns into toil

Away at a nice launch pad of success and life
To look out at separate jaws of the turn
That separates antidotes with a knife
And after awhile you learn

That what could be different so often is not
Don't do anything at which you could be caught

Pop Sonnet #748

That takes time to look into like eating a pill
And so heavily disappear into the void
Leave a full credit page yes you will
For the wage of the enter cast Lloyd

That loves to show up at random old places
Tying you down with the noise
Make you change everything including your faces
Taking the right heavy voice

Which never screeches to a halt
In the midst of a sentence fresh
Making you think up a new kind of gestalt
Without gestational mesh

Of fluids that travel back rapidly
Unless the designer cops a brand new plea

Pop Sonnet #749

One hell of a loud interruption at last
Moving down the vine final
Whatever is now will in a moment be past
Looks nicer than anyone's vinyl

A leather case full of the stash
That made you gently lean
Forward and reaching for the mustache
That looked barely visible clean

When you look so younger in fact
Quite a bit younger yes you do
Great meeting you so very in tact
And I will embellish the crew

Of the old boat that went to sea
Probably you because it just wasn't me