Pop Sonnet #800

Searching for anyone that had to call
Represent the way that failure comes to
Once in awhile you get to the stall
That would be so far below you

Why must pain and sorrow rule the day
Come on and steer toward a logic note
Drink up the water that flows all the way
Down the river where I have in my throat

The concert I put on years ago
Driving you backwards in case
Wonder what was there below
Find it hard to be in a race

The ones that make a cure all intense
The spell that I cast grew near my fence

Pop Sonnet #801

Turn around for the way to appear
Wonder if I hit the wrong string
On the guitar, an instrument is clear
To always know and always bring

The music wherever you go
Simply hold on to your hand
And wake up really slow
Wear it all like a band

You may start to dream
A forgotten dream is sure
To the South side you will have to lean
Rain falls so peaceful to cure

What ails you any time here
Got to go driving to get so near

Pop Sonnet #802

Understand that pleasant work makes for the door
A curse of thousand agreement save
Could I rock for the quiet score
Of what is all for a rave

A quiet time to reflect what is here
A corset designed for rights
Can't quite capture the love from a mirror
Must have just been one of those nights

So I can tear through the innocent script
Turned a corner down a lost horizon trail
Make sure when you travel, you find the slip
Glad there is no more hunting the whale

Take a certain clue of another hopeful
Hand down the chain of the total scope full

Pop Sonnet #803

Trucking along down the windy trail
Insinuate comfort for a leather risk
Maybe there are a few to impale
There is no one else to go frisk

And make sure to plant features
On an understanding to escape
And after awhile you should meet chairs
A charity of the pictures in drapes

That sometimes look scarier than
A late of plant here in the vista frame
I would always let it happen again
Buy a built discovery into the same

Take notes all you want I know what you are
A shiny super clever name for the star

Pop Sonnet #804

So nerves of steal they finally store
The course of a wave or two
That turns over feelings of more
So save that Never So Few

I know beauty when seen
Ever so gently set down the call
Make sure to whisper your screen
Pass when felt that message of hall

The comfort you bring when settling down
And been so long to make progress
When we simple hover above ground
That levitation that makes you weightless

Topsy turvy to the core
Surely in tune for a lot more

Pop Sonnet #805

Not sure why things have to work out
Simply claim to climb the potent wall
Take time to break up the scout
Once in awhile the makers stall

Alone down walking by myself here
Prepared to see something new
Prepare what you want to be ready next year
And already feel good for the crew

That feels a sympathy straight to the core
Known what was lost forever
Continue to fuel me up with what is in store
And I won't allow you to stay never

Sometimes I wonder if it is covered or yours
Original material that is not sold in stores

Pop Sonnet #806

A challenge ahead that I must soon face
Been down that road a couple days
Left out of factual grace
Only a small day plays

For the thunder in the distance
Is bringing it's stead
Of another one of those missed chances
That you never had to dread

The way that the wave comes by
Through the keyhole the tears
And let out a gentle sigh
To hide the painful years

That always come to haunt more
Than a time to feel like an implore

Pop Sonnet #807

Already filled the lost of the chain
Signing out for a comfortable mount
Up on the trail for the curly word gain
Can you unlearn how to count

And make sure your reader is fine
Always count something for greats
After awhile you will read the sign
Object lessons for states

Of mind that reappear in droves
Make a simple curse for awhile
And buy a pack of the cloves
Going out with a certain style

Nicely done you place the last dump
Double it up when dealing with the pump

Pop Sonnet #808

I am worried about the end of today
Because I'm not quite certain yet
Of that which coined the term play
That is free to enjoy for the whole wet

Theory of hearts inside a box
That turns back to the ride
And resets two or three of our clocks
That had to present the certain glide

Over the hill in a giant apparatus feels
Like we'll make it to a new time zone
Now you know what the impetus squeals
And sometimes it feels like I have a loose cone

That object that appears to be close or far
Not really sure who sometimes you are

Pop Sonnet #809

Please don't discontinue the phase
Of making the tears go ride
The empty feeling in the craze
That hoped for us to chide

The way that feelings come back to health
A starboard gaze into the waves
That wake the eternal sleeping wealth
Whatever you think could be saved

That feeling that an hour has passed
But nothing has been done
That is why I feel off when I've cast
The string and hook into the sun

That burns up my pole when close to the heat
So many fears that I have to defeat