Pop Sonnet #1020

Elevate the principle delete the relegate
Hopefully it works out for now
Despite those left to wait
And furthermore in the plow

The workers will go for complete
Had to find a time in which
The feelings were athlete
And find out it is kitsch

But lately I've made copies
Of everything I've done
Not much of what the shop sees
To find out about the one

Thing that is keeping me from throwing away notes
After all the sample keeps me up on antidotes

Pop Sonnet #1021

Reverse the order failing fast
The competent approach
Just to see how long it will last
And riding here in coach

The rest of time will clearly steady
In the can of filtered goods
And at least I will be ready
For whatever there is could

Win out from frailty
The decision wasn't kind
To be profits make pleas
The phantom of the mind

And disappear when speaking to a nicer crowd
Don't you know by now what is here allowed

Pop Sonnet #1022

Can complete the dire tales
The symphony of night
That soups up prison trails
Left you in the bite

That without water you'd be dry
A feeling that repeats
After all you still make rye
With the help of all complete

The wheat is here to sample true
About a lucky feeling
Wander around until we're through
The tunnel is so kneeling

Before the presence of the great and worthy text
Just wondering if there will even be a next

Pop Sonnet #1023

Winning out for absolute
The dissipate of the drip
Wonder if she still is cute
And working for the grip

Of time that it takes more
To feel when it erased
The absolved situation for
The most of the placed

Up on the shrine that keeps them holy
The feeling that you will be around
And in all good sports there is a goalie
That wouldn't have been drowned

At least the simple pardon of a mind is in the heat
Without a certain incident I doubt you would repeat

Pop Sonnet #1024

Wakeful incident with paint on all
The wonderful feeling that is near
To sit up with your back against the wall
And wait for the rest of what is clear

And wondering what to do to help
So many feel so lost it is true
Sometimes whooping like a whelp
Comes back to the haunt of blue

That color that you pick when
Cold in the Summer weird
And if you go again
Then that is where you steered

At least the fading dream comes sliding back
Without causing anymore of the lack

Pop Sonnet #1025

Just forgot to press the button
Or so that is what they say
And after awhile to try mutton
In the worried sometime day

That memory of the logic will
Put you back inside
And pressure comes upon the still
That presently makes tide

Changing from back to front
What could be more for fun
And to treat you like a grunt
Is to style the ride is done

At least the memory stopped
As soon as you had shopped

Pop Sonnet #1026

So derivate of heaven's sake
Could roll entire moons
Of that which begins to stake
The older jump from mushrooms

That kind of forced feeling
That something really happened
But you were sleep wheeling
And that is what regenerated end

The rest you will at least track down
To find out if there was a reason for
The feeling that you made a noun
Activate the whole of the digital door

That we can go through a hundred times if wanted
At least there were certain things on which we fronted

Pop Sonnet #1027

That heat released the pleasure good
The symphony of imagined lust
Without knowing what you should
Or who you could even trust

After the betrayal that contemplated
All the tiring principle were present
Maybe at least in while gated
The thought that there was a lesson

To prevent the only way of knowing
About what you need to know
And that is really why I'm showing
What I need to show

But if you feel you have crossed this path so many times before
It is like the locomotive you wish could have carried more

Pop Sonnet #1028

When I read through some of this
The mistakes come leaping out
And I don't want to ever miss
A single time of rout

Because even that last sentence
Could have used some work
Without being more in defense
Of the simple murk

That dire opinion of fire
Make gently in the catch
Was here from offered wire
In the day of the old batch

When frosting came to sensitive a jealous type of womb
And when you went all dizzy you crashed inside the tomb

Pop Sonnet #1029

How close these buttons dangerous are
Appearing together on the keys
That simply could have driven the car
Back to the police

Unless the needed day had come
Unless the fighting went on
And after all the feeling runs
For what can capture dawn

That empty ship of save accord
Ending far too soon
But not every day is ignored
By all the people's festoon

That symbol that a feeling will burst away
Until at least you keep track of another lay