Pop Sonnet #660

Turn table sliders to frequent the mileage
Over grass while the company rides
Take all the turns for a really big wide gauge
And comfortably watch the design

For here complicates an elegant waft
Of freshness so fresh out of clean
We both took journeys into the loft
Teaching you what could have been

Unless time will take back the touch of the cheek
Upon my leftover courses of math
There may be danger in what you do speak
Till you take handled a bath

And time is elegant rearranged pattern so near
Won't work ever again for the decision making is clear

Pop Sonnet #661

Fit to exhaustion, eye itching fever
Played for a dream about Russ
And how no one could take the whole roll of cleavers
Out of the proper tone fuss

Of mire and militant bandwagon approach
Gone for the empty rice look
Trust at least one single good coach
And chanting safe for the book

That told you a question, never could answer
Prophecy about the last ride
Too many really like taking her chance here
Bought feelings in the inside

But all of my friends and family suffer from loss
I guess that is why I am back at the cross

Pop Sonnet #662

Take arrogance from my old chip
The time tables turned the own key
So for once let her rip
Probably never a friendly

For inviting the short laces true
Is a spawn of a darker eraser
And that which reminds me of lieu
Will take a shot without a chaser

Because after awhile your times up
And then you cannot have a choice
Perhaps there's a time for a new erupt
Full so ever full of noise and poise

The retread harmony for days is here
Never mind your choice of the year

Pop Sonnet #663

Rolling right along and flowing
Caught measure evacuate flood
So upstream is hard to be rowing
Just drain it for your own good

Company is quite entertaining at last
For the damage may fill all the screen
And whatever you do to get it all past
Is time for the heavy day thing

Because once in awhile a reader
Take a splendiferous approach to heaven
And following a true leader
Will build up a furnish of Seven

Giants that swoon like the little
Practice swallowing the vital

Pop Sonnet #664

And after awhile you'll finish
To bring charm to an elegant hand
Once in awhile there's spinach
Seasoned just fresh to the lamb

And returned to a prison in velvet
Silver toss a coiner in spoon
And at last I feel you can shelve it
For what makes the cock crow at noon

Is a day gone by of the habits
That frequent miles on end
And watch out for the feeding rabbits
To make for an old prayer send

A compartmentalized old house empty for her
And sometimes the heater makes it a blur

Pop Sonnet #665

Too bad you never quite made it
But there is a place you can ride
To be born of a new kind of shade it
Must care for the fullness inside

Because choices do matter to pick
A girl with a heavy laden heart
And sometimes it hurts the old stick
That chooses to sample the art

That others can make in a second
For referees battalion is fixed
All that is left to be reckoned
And all that is left to be nixed

From a poison fleet of a thought burst
Sometimes words are left feeling the worst

Pop Sonnet #666

Nothing evil about phony numbers
That plan to take over a script
And sometimes spreading the lumber
Is enough to take agony slipped

That encourages messes in bedrooms
That are ever so tidy and nice
To be here with the other quite headroom
And enormity stifles the dice

That were thrown over dragon's blood
Drink it, to the last drop I think I'll have more
To taste there heart of the old bud
That drinks down the drugs ever in store

For a philosophy of a lost profit makes
Time to feel the head and belly aches

Pop Sonnet #667

Once in line to a club, never made it
Back into the powers that be
And at last I can really out grade it
That comfort so comfortably

That cartons a reason for lost deer
The picture I take of a fawn
That cannot be hunted by all here
Wanting growth to grow for the dawn

That separated out the equation
So ready and dead here to play
And fondles the painful abrasion
Not needing to send for the day

Because sometimes in taps the music swells
To a morse code batch of impels

Pop Sonnet #668

Already getting there, that was easy
So begin where you have to give up again
And the sandwich is always so greasy
Take a slack for a counter of rend

That would play at the opposite table
A Gorgon of stymied ideals
And reach for the core in the label
My oh my how the punishment feels

As if it blew over since last night
Always need the world to feel good
Unless there's an example of all right
For whatever ways that you should

Not get to notice what's left in recital
Important information is always vital

Pop Sonnet #669

Thought that this would never happen
A thought that is making more sense
Once and awhile a sampling
Is so very large and quite very dense

To wrap words around nothing for nothing
A kind of game that is played with your mind
Turn everything back to feel something
And treat all women so very kind

If a pedestal is what appears there
Don't ask what you could have retained
Unless there's a course of those aware
And whatever time does remain

That at least your objective is complete
And there's always time to hit control-alt-delete