Pop Sonnet #1070

Talk about things when you please
Don't stop on account of the ethic
That sometimes takes eternally
To cut you off at the quick

Which is a double standard true
The facts are in for now
And wonder if they'll dive the clue
Staying in a perfect plow

Driving wild with freak mirror
Gone to celebrate the task
With the frequent in the steer or
Does someone still have to ask

Worthy when the folks brought milk
And my shirt is made of silk

Pop Sonnet #1071

Showing off the prophet must
Understanding courtesy laugh
Find apparent in the trust
Cut the piece into a half

Finding out that time is here
Bought the rest of feelings
In the grip of addict fear
And dreams that project ceilings

That whole space that closes in
Sometimes without a reason
Guess I don't know where to grin
At time for all the treason

Expect a show off in your middle
To be playing second fiddle

Pop Sonnet #1072

Frequent time to stop her still
For the panic in the fill
About the question of the will
And return to the graven hill

That switched a plan in action fast
Have to move when others strike
And wearing more than a tight cast
What you like is what you like

And if you take it back again
There is a problem with this
After all someone will win
A perfect feeling of a kiss

And if you feel good about the sound
Then maybe the ball should be downed

Pop Sonnet #1073

With occurrence in the plain
Finding if the text will be counting more
Than an agreement with the cane
Of the cycle that plays to the core

An open eye that steals a glance
Finding out about a wish
Of the thought to take a chance
And head back to the dish

Which furthermore makes time to land
On stilts that makes it high up
And reaching out for someone's hand
Reaching for the cup

That could have been given if it were at a section
About tomorrow with a convection

Pop Sonnet #1074

Running low on beverage drink
Got to cut loose for a ship
That is about now at the brink
Of tying off another clip

Of the length that gave to me
A serious thought of cater career
Slippery when you thought to see
About the other day near

Sometimes feels forced but never is
About to get a plate of spins
That worship on the next of miss
And tack down all of the pins

Without a redline to appear
Older than Jesus in a year

Pop Sonnet #1075

Take it literal to a point class
Find timing out in sex
That feeling there has been a mass
Of the other holy next

A play clock designed to run out fast
With a second that is wearing masks
And otherwise to make it cast
Without questions no one asks

That time to chip in all the coins
The fountain wishes taken care
And please deliver to the loins
A heavy express of lair

The second time it happened, I got up and got a drink
Left you for a second to go and start a blink

Pop Sonnet #1076

Masking time to operate
The sinister moon math
After all the Spanish Gate
Quills in the old bath

That ink is blotting to the potion
Taking time to explore wind
Setting things into a motion
And asking you to be a friend

Is the last request I would make
Before revealing here
That the tiny little mistake
Would push me into fear

The button is pressed the rockets launched
And in a few more minutes staunched

Pop Sonnet #1077

After all the shaking mouse
Plays presence in the ball
Of the escape from the plain house
That left you in a thrall

Of fear and lack thereof too true
Escaping from the form
And type to stay right into
The color that is warm

A profit share of a mark
Dividend returning
That pays for light otherwise dark
And lights are always burning

But for now there is a thought
That can take time for a shot

Pop Sonnet #1078

When you have run out of things to say
Pleasant taking time
Remember tomorrow is a new day
For what is left to mime

The realism of a word or two
Can be realty in a while
Which makes you wonder if it is true
When cocking half a smile

And taking the serene old man
To a different place
And running just to say you ran
With something in the mace

That wards away the evil men
Never winning just to win

Pop Sonnet #1079

Almost in a hurry but
Half a week is not that cut
To be in a giant rut
And to call the office nut

That left with rain into a bag
The older that belonged in lag
And carefully we scaled the crag
Buying someone else a dag

That cuts so deep when using blades
Whatever you think of lemonades
In the way of making raids
Against the wall of the old maids

And wandering back to the ship
Just to find a filled up clip