Pop Sonnet #1000

Feels like a threshold for certain
That mixes up the thrills
Going beyond the Torn Curtain
Whatever the redeemer wills

We will be in for the death in the end
Don't have to shoot at the enemy head
That feeling that we have lost a friend
And then maybe none will be dead

The journey that takes you so far
Obstacles blocking the path
And all this without a car
But now you can feel partial wrath

That truth the feeling creeps inside
And expects you to pay to get on the ride

Pop Sonnet #1001

Just doing my business, just like always
Never fails to build a slight more trust
Even though the gift was the perfect phase
I never more will receive dust

For not a bribe as you'll see
The repeating wake in
The leftover iced tea
From early last morning

The offer of a grail so simply remade
Could have brought back a physical ink
Makes sure to provide lemonade
On that which is so in need of drink

Flock the crystal back to school
Return the presence of the tool

Pop Sonnet #1002

Seems so empty with these zero digits
Can't unhook what is not there
And you know not to call them midgets
It is the worst word you could share

If you do want to befriend a dwarf or two
There is a friendly respect of potent
Uses of the chemicals inside the flu
That shoots you up in referent

Wiles conniving gone for the sense
Out alone in the boat in the sea
Make time to stir up a brighter defense
And offer nothing to the plea

Wonder what words I have used the most
Sometimes it is automatic in the coast

Pop Sonnet #1003

Devise working turns for the cards that were shown
Up and down left and right what more is known
To honor the walk into feelings all blown
What is forgiven still may not be condoned

But you'll have to figure that out for yourself
An episode loose in the quick sand
Without speaking of comforted shelf
That time you yourself lent a hand

Or to retire now without questioning
The positive day that you were living
And without a prayer came all the destiny
What more do you expect to be giving

All of it goes where the feelings all end
Could have found out it was time to pretend

Pop Sonnet #1004

Familiar music comes playing on casts
The time you found out the rest was in last
And tear down the sail and tear down the mast
Until the ship looks like it is all aghast

Because I'd go off to the darkest of seas
The memory always shelters the score
Unless there is something more that could be pleased
Until we go back to the Ground Floor

That company rising infinite worth filled
Couldn't quite hide in a room of dishes
Whatever it is you thought could be willed
Steady as you go for all of our wishes

Music so fitting at this moment of life
And you will trim the plant with a knife

Pop Sonnet #1005

Always in the conquering mud
Couldn't have planned it better
Without a pair of aces in the flood
And read to me the unknown letter

That bling belongs to my bitch
So take it or leave it
But in the end you will get the niche
Of a spot to go grieve it

That only story so full of holes
Couldn't believe what to use for the goals
And the poetry enters the doles
For a destiny that is in rolls

That play a date fancy without a trick
Causing the diatribe to gain and stick

Pop Sonnet #1006

After all I'm not predicting the end
Of what could be brought back
Would you have to find what to send
To be offered a little more slack

That feeling that help is on the way
But then it subsides and you wait all the while
For the hook that will fondly go play
And replace the old beloved dial

The things that were used so gently bizarre
And when the thought was driving home
Use it without treading off too far
And return to the master of dome

The feeling you've got the treasure for the quest
And now you can register your name with the best

Pop Sonnet #1007

After awhile it is possible to grow tired
Of all the employ that gains
To be lost and taken from wired
Is to stretch on the full pains

That shock through the system unless you are in shape
Sometimes feeling like you looked back
Unless it is time to make a new cape
To fly over yonder in a sack

And reach back the days you knew could afford
A longer game of the cards
That clearly hung to precepts of the Lord
When the days grown back in the shards

To level a risk that could imply the life
Sometimes you have to let go of the wife

Pop Sonnet #1008

So to complete a dreaded feeling
Still could fancy the task
Of a prayer that causes healing
All you must do is ask

But sometimes it doesn't work
Which is where faith is blind
And causes us to fall into the dirk
And feel the body grind

So walk until you are ready
For the feeling is close
And keep your mind as steady
As the banter was chose

To seal up the frontal of the caboose
Stop right now and try some fried moose

Pop Sonnet #1009

Was encouraged to show a bit of humor
Don't spread the word unless you can
Because one thing we all love is a rumor
For what could be grown in the plan

To find out the next move is not as easy as that
A trip to around the Earth in a rocket
And hopefully they will combat
The feeling inside of my pocket

The fists in the air calling it off
Making a fate of the board
And turning your head to let out the cough
Making sure it is in the gourd

What is allowed when you'll see the mistake
Could have found more on top of the wake