Pop Sonnet #810

Undue for occasion profitable nigh
The whimsy does approach
Absolutely reach the sky
And ride back in a coach

Because appeal to literate
The furnish will admire
To shape up the feeling of the date
And flatten like a tire

The breaks of broken feeling flat
A brake important too
That observation in the stat
That returned for what is new

The only thing that infiltrates the mire is the dust
I don't know when I'll be complete but go on because I must

Pop Sonnet #811

Take time to fan out what is neck
The lizard will appear here
The footage there is so much heck
That is the one thing that is clear

So full report the guessing game
Left you with a match
And sometimes this word appears the same
Sometimes I have to scratch

There's no point in furrow down
The leftover aptitude remorse
You have a lovely dressing gown
And are going for the course

Because each comfort will approach you
Long before the feelings coach through

Pop Sonnet #812

Lean unto a grip of spells
That teach you how to warn
The Earth Day that still impels
Is all about the scorn

That we deserve for trashing
The warning of the crutch
And in the sight of cashing
Makes for more than much

That Earthly desire we have led
The phantom wears a mask
What good is to eat the bread
Unless you have to ask

And be okay minimal feel
Do you think that is a deal

Pop Sonnet #813

Clearly there's a place somewhere
Where we just write things down
I know eventually you'll care
But often stay around

Because the chimney looks so clean
From standing far away
Boil up the scarred up machine
And keep your thoughts at bay

Because we like what we can catch
A maker's of the signpost
And what else are you left to hatch
To prick up the old fine coast

That highway goes from here to there
And you will never know just quite where

Pop Sonnet #814

Dream on the scribe of my grand
Mother is now passed
And buried neath the dirt and sand
But flowers we have cast

To the grave where she resides
It is one place to be
To wander back there in the ides
That place equipped to see

The equipment runs to catch the honor
Of the passing days
And makes me sad to think she's gone her
Silver for the ways

That will renew a life of time that we all feel we should
But I wonder with the memories if it will do any good

Pop Sonnet #815

Glorious the motion passes
Neath the floater of the steam
That catches ride for mountain lasses
That other kind of gleam

Makes for comfort in a shell
A shell that invites life anew
And hope you all are doing well
What would you ever like to do

Brings happiness to the core
Of the nature all begun
To liken it some more
And feel like you stun

The apples compared to oranges welt
Will strictly concern us with what felt

Pop Sonnet #816

Made it far but farther still
Is how we push on for with
That best of all the quiet pill
Is life all just a myth

Of heroes and villains and thresholds
Of guardians that mask
The time that we have proof of colds
Was worn out when you ask

That old proverb of time stand still
The way we learned to read
With Biblical promotions will
We quite so much agreed

That history is for the time of my old video player
And you know that even I could have been a slayer

Pop Sonnet #817

The ascension high full of steam
That grin besides the good
Left me three or about thirteen
Of what the weapon mood

That curvy answer to the slope
Of mystery unveiled
And always praying for the pope
That principle for nailed

The cross is enough to keep me cured
But my hallucinations run rampant
Whatever makes you feel so pure
And the bank of our encampment

Left for sure a promise of a safety kind of plan
I think that the universe stopped before it began

Pop Sonnet #818

For awhile make a nuisance of the word
That fold into themselves
Was that what started feeling blurred
The time that blends on shelves

Of Blu-ray discs that crank it all
A notch or two we've scored
Bet you are crouching by the wall
And feeling over adored

Because you look great but
So much more to do
That time to ride in the cut
There will be time so true

The tourniquet below the belt
That what is here can now be felt

Pop Sonnet #819

Rounds out one last time for the curve
Of bodily approaches
That you still look great like all the nerve
It takes to write the roaches

That we used to smoke for fun
But felt a little crazier
Whenever I can feel all done
I will be a lot less hazier

And after all the life I lead
Ain't really all that bad
It's not like I have unknown greed
For what I could have had

And about that time I gave up writing
But just for awhile until it is again exciting