Pop Sonnet #990

Risk to the end a fatal flaw rend
How often scare the chosen
About to find out where the permanent bend
Is fallen to the whole that frozen

Mistake in the rain to complete where it is at
A fire of magma like presence
Is brought to the figurative happens to cat
The eternal of where evidence

Has become a gauge for the solve
That happiness lies on a rail
Too late to get anyone else involved
To believe in the choices of fail

Seeing the difference a new kind awake
Turning it out to be more than a fake

Pop Sonnet #991

Pressure it down the hollow point led
Baby find out there is hope
That simple Mother's Day instead
Of a shown kind of figure of dope

That solves all the ails of the old and iced
Got to look down upon fools
Eat it after it has been diced
And portions go for the cool

That will shake off a remembered lamb
Sacrifice made in the morning light
Make sure every once in awhile to find damn
Good sparks that take flight

To another tower with a hidden book
Maybe you should let me have a look

Pop Sonnet #992

Will I give up for too long and fail
Or will it come back to me swift
The thought that I cheated will land me in jail
And the doctor will order the lift

Of ages that paid for my sin
Any running that cause a due course
And especially when it is all worn thin
The thought I could escape with remorse

That felt a catch of steerage bow
The empty fraternal rink daze
Setting upon exactly for how
The object gets lost in a maze

So keep throwing down the time match
And dissipate the inside catch

Pop Sonnet #993

So rejoice that goal seems an hero tune
The idle thrust forward in sight
Without an average hefty lest noon
Comes into the single most right

That foraged ahead through a jungle of magic news
Comes daily upon my whip lash
The storage space fills up quickly it is true
To search everywhere for the hash

And comfort in a wilderness had
A special recourse of offered
And drink up the offered spill of the bad
And beautiful that are preferred

Unless you get back to the exact pattern too
Without any spillage they'll jettison you

Pop Sonnet #994

Take comfort oh weary and worn
For times keep us into the bottle
Feeling just a bit forlorn
And the idea makes us to coddle

The being of forceps encounter
With the egg in the rust in the mail
I would beg to be part of the fount her
Make is as good as the wail

Until you have appeared in the sudden
Wake of an awful head ache
That keeps up tiring glutton
For the heavy word found in the break

Which I will take full advantage of though
There may not be time for the show

Pop Sonnet #995

The hotter the drink tends to sooth
More of a kind that feels up the wall
Feel blinded by absolute tooth
The factory present in call

Roll call is what I did mean
When writing board practice the bit
Shelling out for the scene
Of riding into the wit

That dances with another woman
In heaven I think we will share
But find that it is so quite room in
The tempter lives in the lair

Of fiend that foe is pertinent too
About an electrocution that is true

Pop Sonnet #996

I guess it pays to get far
But now there's no going back
All this without a huge car
That information is tack

The leftover guidebook in store
That may have come from a lift
The keeper of another door
Make time to change in the shift

Because after awhile don't make easy
The battle that is impossible for
Think I may grow a bit cheesy
To find out who it is for

The rest is left up to the goal
Not dure if you are quite full

Pop Sonnet #997

Or are you a figure of grown
That surfaced about the same day
Letting out what is still alone
Which way tell me which way

And I will follow the signs
To the courage of a new thought
The wheel is fancier fines
And what else the lancer has brought

To the package that lies next to me here
A cottage a feeling of trips
That encourages lest for the year
The solitary eyes that are slips

Into a rocky tide pool basin
What after all you would be chasing

Pop Sonnet #998

I feel something else coming on
The payment that is overdue
That feeling of getting it con
A condition that is quite for two

The bounty of a rock bed
That peaceful babbling brook
The mountain is overlooked instead
What else is there too overlook

Not sure if I mean what I say
Find a difference in the old working
And find out they are come what may
Doing a bit of the clerking

That keeps the clock counting for hours
And brought back the planted old flowers

Pop Sonnet #999

Feels so magical matched
The numbers that would win in a gamble
A slot machine that is hatched
From a digital whale in the bramble

A bear that swallows you whole
Unless the stability questions that
A feeling that parallel toll
Would keep the soda on flat

That way the never prepared
Will steal there way to a disk
And eaten old feeling impaired
That well spring of all that you risk

Unless for certain the crevasse appears
And without bending over you lend us the spears