Pop Sonnet #850

Riding the snake for a few more days
Or years if they turn out to be
Feeling so happy my whole world in rays
Or beams of light that they may see

Of programmed feelings that roost
Upon the gain of diamonds and Gold
That promise for the other boost
One more time we got together bold

A turn table of evidence lies in the path
Without a lecture required
Lies in the gate crashed for the wrath
To really be somewhat admired

And work never ends for those that go through
Without losing a piece of you

Pop Sonnet #851

Working real hard to get extra credit
Don't believe me at all
Even if I was the first one that said it
The empty sound stage for the call

That gigantic place where we meet to make
All that and more that will apply
Some for wisdom alone they will take
Savagely we'll turn the great cry

Out to the children that are here too
Don't know why but she won't care
About the decisions you've turned it into
And politely look around and stare

If the effect is holding you back
Try to add goals to the rest of your stack

Pop Sonnet #852

After awhile, you'll have to burn out
When you really run out of steam for good
Unless there's a really sacred turn shout
For the will of the necessary wood

That blocks your path in a natural state
Come closer in to the dare that is made
Find time to fancy the skate
Park down the street near the shade

That cold day in Spring that makes it real hard
To steer forward the curvature learns
How valuable is that college report card
Did it work out without taking turns

Or was there a reason for quitting so soon
And follow with camera the old Red Balloon

Pop Sonnet #853

And maybe you'll make it as far as you go
Without getting tripped up this time
But after awhile the impetus shows
Canonical feelings the crime

That erases all facts from the loud parade stream
Dying to copy your art
After all was time made of these things
That travel direct to the heart

And effable fancy that takes turns to bliss
That memory echoed again
Looking forward to nothing amiss
When the kingdom arrives for the win

Usurping the way we get used to it
After awhile some find to chomp at the bit

Pop Sonnet #854

It won't last, I hear you brother
About the callings you missed
To be always kind to one another
Is about the way to feel kissed

By a storm of a peasant point of view
Surrounded by gates open wide
There's nothing more to really go through
Until you reach and hold onto the tide

That slippery magic that when all is done
Will regenerate the Earth in awhile
Whenever the interaction is run
The turn off point of the dial

But breaking point or not
You have to go through with the shot

Pop Sonnet #855

Breaking out evenly for the old rinse
That typed ever clearer about evidence
And cut off the record book near the old gents
That poured out the sympathy all in defense

But worked for the writer to write it all down
In case other people are asking around
And you don't have to judge for yourself to abound
After all in the old days there were leather bound

Methodologies to work for the save
After all knowledge is brave
Especially fearful is the one that gave
Life to the medium times that were impressing to Dave

But there's a record book that must imbibe
The last count down for voodoo inscribed

Pop Sonnet #856

And after awhile the tears will all form
But think again and it soon will be warm
About all the figures that began the norm
Of tales in the wind and the over forlorn

That whimsy will fix without a damn cure
Felt a little bit used up that line
The line that they cross gives great demure
To the empty of loss in the second of mine

That cost quite a bit but must have worked out
The feeling that you made it home
And whatever anything isn't about
Is an idea original poem

But be careful not to put to much thought
Into the bagman that steals all the shots

Pop Sonnet #857

Why would a writer give up on a script
That takes too much time to be written
Unless there's a project qualified ripped
The Emperor's feeling a bit bitten

Because when you look into the things that you love
Look again saith memories shout at the man
That will help guide us through the times that are above
The counter for counting gets can

Full of all kinds of energetic flourish
There is a whole new reason
There is a whole new nourish
And that will hold out for a season

Because in due time, all will be proven
That so many mountains will still be moving

Pop Sonnet #858

At last that old beat is missed
Intentional or what made it wind
Unless you have to insist
That my television is still in the bend

That covers me most of the time had
And at least counts for more than a boast
Because when you spend time with Grads
You'll find they're ideal for the host

A problem or two that needs be solved
But leave more question than ever
In case the time is resolved
And propitiate fancy for never

Wanted to be a in the way of the plan
That is why some only give into the ban

Pop Sonnet #859

After awhile nothing more makes sense
Except that you still can lose all
Unless of course the cloud evidence
Saves us all from the poetry fall

That rounds out the edges nicely and rush
A thousand pardons go out
A thousand reasons to blush
Go ahead and erase the time about

A hundred more verses from now will be hard
No one said it was an easy way in
Better make sure to be all times on guard
And if you really can live without sin

Or at least minimal make the bad go away
And feel like you've started over today