Pop Sonnet #980

Taste the blessings of fruit in a bowl
Eat until you are so very full
Things may be quiet but they are not dull
And that is why I feel so whole

Unless tanker trip to enlighten the fright
To bely angst until midnight
And to catch a growth of sight
That blurs all the doors of night

The fog rolls in and covers all
Windy too the tree will fall
Until you pray for a quick stall
That rises out of lacking gall

The impetus to shine right through
The incubus will attack you

Pop Sonnet #981

Spiritual dancer in the further way
All is forgiven that is quite a day
Never left up to what you could not say
That will keep us all quite at bay

And silver the carriage with depth in the core
Take a time to throw back to when
And smell as hard it is a spore
Never ask me quite how you've been

Because at least protection screeches to a halt
And makes the plan for cover of three
That moistening of the old big fault
Replenishes the foam in the sea

Because all works together in an infinite vortex
Maybe making it a bit too complex

Pop Sonnet #982

Steering closer to the days that you've found
Discover soon or be run aground
Never mind that wakeful sound
That bridges where there is a pound

Or would you pen the feeling of a stand
In case you reached out for my hand
And got yourself a handful of sand
But now the story just won't be bland

Razzmatazz the furor of a bone
That drags the crack into the phone
And waits all night to hear you moan
Double back and leave well alone

Make for clever rights on the thresh
Tell you what I'll make sure it is fresh

Pop Sonnet #983

Until you get there, you'll never know you're back
Unless you call before the attack
And quest further than you stack
Against the rickety rusty old shack

Double dose of the words that always flow
Having more of what is out in the core
Making double for the upper to blow
And find you back riding in the floor

By movement that crosses the bridge
Never mind if you leapt
And you keep it cold in the fridge
That is where it is kept

So prison sounds a lot worse than this
Not that you will not be missed

Pop Sonnet #984

Half again, I was betting on that
The words just show up for now
And be drinking like a vampire bat
Blood in the water or juice or wine allow

Because if you taste the bounty of the call
When the weather change makes you stall
Unless you are changing for the Fall
And alabaster coats the whole hall

Make excuses for what you have to do
Might as well see it through
Time to see when drops the shoe
The other one that is true

Unless you seize upon the stress of the morrow
Never seem to want to look back in sorrow

Pop Sonnet #985

Check it off of the to do list
That is simply when to go
I think now you'll get the gist
Of the spelling book to show

That old excuse that kept another fortune
Blindly dance before the Shaw
And derive a banter while the porch won
Against the kick to the spa

That other words would have been safe for awhile
Unless you scrambled all the files
And that is the ultimate of style
When the feeling never reviles

Because happy are thee that come in the name
Of the Lamb that was slain

Pop Sonnet #986

For the children that were lost all the hour
Many more could have left in the tower
Spicy good in feeling went sour
Was the way to sharpen the old flower

That left the petal in the void of confusing
Wasn't sure if the town was just using
Wonder if there was enough of amusing
What established could have been fusing

The two together to create a new one
Kept it here for a tobacco in the pipe
Not quite sure if you had more fun
Than the feeling of the wipe

Off that smile, oh wait, keep it on
And we will chat all day long

Pop Sonnet #987

As long as it matters to be here
I would stay and invite again a tear
For the mold of the salvage in the fear
That was gentle to the wage of the gear

And still the strange shape that whistles back against
Apparently there is a stage that comes to mind
Never mind what had happened to get rinsed
Don't you want to go ahead and try to blind

The crowd that spreads across the stadium when it is near
Find a problem in the tone of your thoughts
Never works for the day that becomes clear
And never stops taking the hard shots

Don't ask your dad what time you have to go
And make sure that you are finished in the show

Pop Sonnet #988

Wonder what to do when I have found a sack
Of golden treasures in the back
And then hold on for a dozen that you lack
Scolded easily when asking for the knack

To yield a hold on the card that is at measure
Don't ever want to go near the flame
And the zone makes principle for pleasure
And often appears to be the same

Plans are complicated when the horror sink back
Into the charge of the placated dawn
Simple assurance to find your day is black
For what is still to get drawn

And if you finish the plan to risk more
Bet on this save the last for ultimate roar

Pop Sonnet #989

Then go ahead and the chime will jingle in the wind
Don't look forward to the way that often send
That which naturally tends to bend
And have to take a blend

And understand the garble of the parole
Over the intercom so everyone can hear
But do you talk over a radio stole
The vision of the make of more

So burden all the children with a feeling of retire
That stalls a fantasy in season for the wall
And take your turn telling who to hire
Stop yourself from dropping off the ball

So wrap it up in packages and send the poems off
And turn and bow and make sure that your hat is doffed