Pop Sonnet #620

Reversing flow is painful, when there's time to float upstream
Hope I will find the answer to the latest raging dream
That flattens like a lummox full of winter bane and gleam
Which retreads for certain always, as painful as it seems

And takes upon itself to be a feel for the next pole
When love leaves you hanging for the one who's heart you stole
Often sentimental when I shove it down the hole
Returning to the crassness that left me in the dole

Full of swimming images that were undermining mine
Softly landing gently next to what could be more thine
When the sweat ship makes a fever for the clothes and personal line
That were closer than the effect of a silver feeling pine

Which smelled a lot like incense
And came quickly to my defense

Pop Sonnet #621

Empty when it is closing time, except for one or two
That left me guarding everything from the whole bent crew
Of the Frying cute man that left a total through
Each of the days that we all complained anew

Unless there is a past that gently fished for limes in rows
Kept on paying for the times that we felt the blows
Without a courage taken to be reminded of who knows
What is often recognized as a simple kind of Rose

Unless you didn't wake up in the midst of the prowess
That was never going to happen even if it did allow us
To fantasize about the female kind that were without fuss
Created clearly to remind us for the images and dust

That never seems to last that long when all cleaned up for now
And simply buy one more item when affordable by plow

Pop Sonnet #622

I think my vibe is all thrown off for creating longer lines
Because it may not hurt a bit to pay off the big fines
That would have broke me anyway on top of the signs
Never wanted to play honest shopkeep into the remade Quine

A philosopher of language that I once had read about
Simply couldn't fish for images that were scattered all in shout
And took another prisoner back to the mind of doubt
Simplifying the swing time for the prison of the route

That kept on changing for awhile lost among the roads
And finding frustration all around for the only goads
A feeling that the soon disaster weather was making for the sewed
On feeling of loss and heartache when the devil came to bode

Well for awhile providence is a difficult feeling
Just make sure that everyone is for awhile reeling

Pop Sonnet #623

Makes no difference anyway when you come to last
The feeling sometimes forces you to write a million times too fast
And holds you back from needing to wear another cast
Unless you cannot take a medium for what is meant is past

Past already hide behind the sickness that you wave
Unless you want to be someone else has felt
Find a sugar bowl that diabetics crave
It is with bipolar schizophrenia that you have been dealt

But when you go for gold, nothing at all stands in the way
Farewell oh farewell my friends and death to old sheep
That you are in the mix with many supportive jays
Filling your lungs with feelings that may lead to sleep

Unless you'd rather save your lungs for something else than debt
That will always put you back for the things you haven't met

Pop Sonnet #624

With a familiar face how long must you go on
Until I feel a bit more challenged by the ultra dawn
And everyone changes everything by simply living on
I felt like such a failure when I cannot linger fawn

A nicer day is coming when we treat each other well
And follow back to courses of Karma stitches in the eye
Unless that object frightens the cornea of the spell
That may cause to frequently gently rub by

When all the hope is gone from days that used to be so good
And follow on the diatribe when spikes were gently broken
For the heavens bet that you would once in a while moods
That could always trace you back and when you for the spoken

What you should do is take a break because you've done too much
Unless you know that generating lyrics is the crutch

Pop Sonnet #625

Self-reflexive, I see what you are getting at right now
Over half way to turn back and feel the pain and how
Without organizing the bed sheets that are simply for the bow
That you take when symphonies play in your mind for dow

A number you wish would only go up and up for old times sake
And begins to make all things better in the tiny break
Because for now it works but tomorrow it will wake
Up and down the shop keep envy is the Lord's mistake

Because I don't mind songs that I've heard a hundred times
Like Moonlight Sonata that plays all the live long lines
And dozen stings when rhythm makes a nursery rhyme
For a melody that plays in harmonizing fines

And simple as it goes to climb down and then back up
Can't foresee what is missing from this poison in the cup

Pop Sonnet #626

I think for now I'll flirt a bit with Mrs. Honeydew
And spend some time destroying words that never for them true
Were censoring the way I act, in case things needed blue
Sympathy and racing hearts that finally felt them through

To the last place that you'd ever look is where you always find
That vortex that swallows hole the way we've been to mind
And that movie was so good that I couldn't help but press rewind
Or whatever they call the button now is by me just fine

Grind back the hilt of summer born evidence of children here
Congratulations to the father of a baby born so dear
And troubles will leave you soon if you do feel near
To the only thing that life gives you for a simple day to gear

A present for the one year old, now you can afford it
And make time for all the good old things that cleverly adored it

Pop Sonnet #627

On down that rabbit hole is priceless for now and then
Simply joining music to the ways that we have been
And don't think the longer needs to ever freaking win
By spelling out the hidden meaning that was lovin'

The mark of bear, caved in in store for something couldn't plea
One more left over mark for the consciousness to stream
That doesn't mean you'll even find one person to agree
But at least you've focused for now onto the present dream

That may or may not be true because energy runs out
Find one day that operation been a better fine
That evens in the public for the boom mike is in doubt
And lines up next to the place that you had to stand in line

Sometimes when you shake your head yes
It means you will find a way to do the rest

Pop Sonnet #628

Don't worry about the things that swallow all of us to suffocate
Time to take another dizzy rhyme and sit back hallucinate
Because even if you are somehow blessed by the cure of late
The tiny seaboard doubted that the way is in the gate

You should not have to put anyone to death to feel better
Or realize that sacrificial evidence would rather survive
And maybe yes you may have lost the world's greatest sweater
I'm sure it went to a good cause that could have been revived

Without pushing or shoving your way to the stage
Unless there's no other way in
A simple time we shared with a simple age
And loved to form the things that pushed you right on din

Which worries operators that you have some major thought crimes
But I do have to say that there is mercy in the pines

Pop Sonnet #629

It is worth it just to get it out for all that's left inside
And paid another governor for the ultimate in ride
That was a purpose to keep secret for the crimson side
Bringing back the shattered hope to restless gentle flied

To the sky, we can ski on giant icebergs that do melt
Unless the Winter Games are over, then we never felt
The way to keep the water clean from toxins in the Veldt
That really do harm to animals that evolve for centuries that welt

Up mutations on the grisly encounter takes a stand
For the beautiful things the Earth has given glands
To even very small creatures that probably reprimand
The rebirth of the planet and cinema lends a grand

Feeling for the evidence that writing stops after awhile
Nothing else could give away the gentles in the choir