Pop Sonnet #900

Feel for something deep below
The waiting in the simple drive
Offer value for willing to know
What kept you this long alive

And pinch off pattern that is lightening
For the pillage of the wrecking ball
That which is no longer frightening
Courage when your ten feet tall

Always ready for the after glow
That melds together reason here
Waiting for the old light show
That Eastern border still appears

To make it back to the first of goals
And keeps me up on the fancy shoals

Pop Sonnet #901

At least you scattered what was sold for more
A hundred prisoners left for dead
And conquering the pilferers more
That logic is still in your head

And impress a lot of time to read
A few galaxies of gardens
That stay alive beneath that said
When your heart hardens

To illustrate a finer point too
Of philosophy in general
I can write more lyrics for you
And wind up chewing minerals

Because they at least fill my cup
And never try to interrupt

Pop Sonnet #902

The bottom line is that you have to make it
All the way to the end
Unless you know you can just fake it
And try to make another friend

When pain goes lighting up the grid
Follow me just when you did
Without a presence for the kid
Totally opened up the lid

If that is an action possible to do
Cannot remind myself of true
Wonder if you made it through
And bought a very needed clue

So understand your part of this
And then nothing will seem amiss

Pop Sonnet #903

Khalil you wrote so fanciful now
That I can barely remember sound
To presently record the how
Of operating for the ground

The level that meets the lot
In the time that land forgot
Underneath the left to rot
Never want to get you caught

So keep on pressing all the way
Don't build anything to stay
Because you take the computer away
And then nothing is written for a day

Which bums me out to an extent
Unless you wake to reinvent

Pop Sonnet #904

That went faster than I thought
Always does when returning
Never mind that you had a shot
And the question started burning

For a word game in your head
And the crust of your fresh bread
Tasted decadent is what you said
And then you wound up alive or dead

One of the two it has to be
One of them for you will see
That you can run around with me
And we will set up our not guilty plea

To sanity it sulks and dries
All those noises paralyze

Pop Sonnet #905

Feeling like a couple bucks
Won't buy the lottery ticket
For I will say oh shucks
That time to stick it

Up where it belongs to be
That simple kind of jealousy
Buying back the righteously
Understanding prophesy

That short or long, I'll get there too
And I will wait up for you
Because there is still so much left to do
That it makes a dream come true

Weird when dreams make streams
At least a few things are as they seem

Pop Sonnet #906

Rocking the boat by turning you down
Let us mount up for they belong
When you dress up like a clown
Nothing seems to ever go wrong

And wonder why the vibrating alert
You can have the back off my shirt
And just wait until they all can flirt
With the alphabetical reminder of curt

That final push to feats of strength
Never mind how long the cue
Got to tie an even length
For the ditching of the brew

But I am sure that means a lot more
For all that make sure to worship the core

Pop Sonnet #907

Principles of what it is about
Never mind if someone feels
An inkling of the paranoid grout
That shrinks when it also heals

Unless getting smaller is an open door
For the rabbit hole falls far
And then you seem to like it more
To tell you there's a car

Not in your future but in the old
Days that nights seem to ignore
And thought that it is served best cold
And then you hear the crowd roar

For the win at the end of the bank
And stop whatever made it rank

Pop Sonnet #908

Wet my whistle, invisible wall
You are invincible at least
Probably could have used the stall
For the capture of the beast

That you will eventually make it through
And seems like only one could know
About the offered feeling stew
About for what is there to go

Back again but still going round
All the way to the nothing gained
Bet you could have made a sound
Even in the loud of rain

And stop when words don't fit exact
Before the wall reveals the cracked

Pop Sonnet #909

The Beatles wrote a song about
This number nine oh nine
Makes me want to stand and shout
That coveted fame of thine

When you go one past, what will happen
Is that systems will time travel for sure
And the lesser wore his map in
His sweater to protect the recent cure

That revealed a lot of quests
To be all reborn
And that could at least invest
In sights of the song is morn

So yes we listen to Let It Be
Or any other Beatles' CD