Pop Sonnet #890

Pirate gate for channel turf
Force nominal mode of play
Gyrate rocking in the surf
Form a million lumps of clay

And start again to chance for bat
Nothing seems to plan ahead
Now the music keeps to chat
The forging in the proper bread

When pieces gain a wheel of turns
Chances run out at last
At least they feel for all the burns
A day off in the cast

That makes to wonder what is chief
Unless you share your meal of grief

Pop Sonnet #891

Still at it today like it will ever end
The polish in the mix
And take it out of deranged lend
A four feel stay of tricks

That slickly faked a puncture down
To serve a time for testing
And half way I feel like it is brown
The color is the resting

So quake around the coffee pot
The feelings that are learned
And once I think you will have a shot
At the company that is earned

So forcefully you shoot down
The feeling that is still in town

Pop Sonnet #892

Cruising along better than I know
So the stress level will subside
Prison for the way to show
That which doth reside

In militants always a tent
For sharing what is worth
The simple day is still at rent
The level for the Earth

And simply fly by all the way
To enjoy feelings burn
That simple migrate plan to stay
And discard the things you earn

Because after awhile it comes streaking back
And after all it is a poison crack

Pop Sonnet #893

At last the round is coming in
A very pretty girl is here
And stand longer when you win
For the feeling isn't clear

That stoned out feeling of a day
When positrons allude
Take feelings of the capital pay
To bring back and stay glued

The furnish of the forestry
Expect to win the gall
One day you'll see the open tree
And giants serve the wall

That reaped a longing suffer
And made you feel quite tougher

Pop Sonnet #894

Nothing like a save day
Day before the day before
Unless it is my way
A least the heart is in store

For a foolish ganging up on her
That mystical flight plan
That served us to be stuck on sure
The flight was to Japan

But that is far away
Distance is relative too
And catch a drifting ray
Don't want to paralyze you

But after all the damage is done
And sometimes it can still be fun

Pop Sonnet #895

I wonder what it will be like
On the days I do not write
And accept a profit steer bike
Without a workable light

And promise me tomorrow
Will strengthen with a pill
Except the sound of sorrow
That offers when you will

A jealous ring of clippers
That tripped away the lives
Just wear your magic slippers
And separate the knives

Because without gaining on loss
Just keeps staring at the cross

Pop Sonnet #896

It will be early yes indeed
That is the time to go
When weather forced it hand to bleed
The cottage is moving slow

That grows up in a silent wall
The bath behind the sink
Will catch an Autumn call
For whatever you drink

And mixes pies with sauces
That cannot disappear yet
And flies across the losses
It is like we never met

So make it look as hard as it is
Can't dissipate the last of this

Pop Sonnet #897

Well that was a little better still
Because you are at least awake
And filling out the letter bill
To put away the cake

That shakes a hand of offer gift
Which will impose a law
And run back to the altered shift
A kick right to the craw

And leave us happy with a paid
Adventure in the hearth place
A match could still be proper made
To dance without a chase

That empty golden bivouac here
The golden ticket will appear

Pop Sonnet #898

Without a feeling for the doom
That plays beyond your car
That you will drive to several flume
The fire place is far

Away again to repeat dimes
The magic in the box
That selects all the other times
You left her in the pox

That stung to cling along the felt
That wasted in the rain
And reappeared for what was dealt
Without the rice in the drain

That separate the silver cloud
And it is lined with what's allowed

Pop Sonnet #899

Again we think we have completed
That which has been oft repeated
Never mind if someone cheated
And if the call was completely seated

Upon a chest of operative norms
That wore all the quiet storms
And properly returned the forms
That keeps us all feeling the warms

That place a chance in time and space
Unless you broke open the case
That was left without a place
Inside the rocket were in a trace

A trace of outer coil mixture
And fix the needed fix of fixture