Pop Sonnet #1080

Girl makes the dream alive
Shine for the length of
Whatever makes you strive
The answer is always love

And make a certain plain
Of reason and logic come new
A thought for a knowing rain
Crashing down to complete due

That creation of old that comes in
And sits upon the shelf like a heart
Eternally feel quite better when
Taking you back from the start

Making an epic shine through and through
Still makes me wonder what is there to do

Pop Sonnet #1081

And after all the feeling is certain
To make a visible thought
Ring down the guiding curtain
And make more for what is not

Here or there to come into rehearse
For awhile there is time to get wet
On a long shot but might flip a nurse
Over the silver that you forget

With help from the bank
You know they will ask
Whatever your rank
Whatever the task

And find a repeated slow motion make
Sometimes speeding up can be fake

Pop Sonnet #1082

Make all the pieces come flying down fit
The noise that is offed in the cold
Now the Summer returns to sit
And seizes forever grabs hold

Make a memory or two slide past
A feeling of certainty gained
And now you are in dead last
Still dragging from having been chained

To a spectacle notice the idea is here
Restore the feeling you want
And seize back the flux of the tear
I hope it forgives you in front

Make music to play in the car
And take us all back to your star

Pop Sonnet #1083

Struggle elations set time proper back
Will you find out the feeling
And proper is still next to the mineral lack
Of when I divide the next healing

Up like a booty into several shares
Come and ask to drag another scope
And each of all of them will get theirs
A dare to become an old rope

That climbs magically to the fit
Unless time is certainly here
To give up and maybe even to quit
With more that will slide into rear

That offense of a dragon in tow
You can just make for the glow

Pop Sonnet #1084

A division of blurred lines is seen
Important draws back the Rhino
In case the diligent clean
And laugh when you walk to the wino

Of all that you still could have done
Situation packed full of roses
To bury you under the gun
And threaten with the rubber hoses

Not that anything actually happens
Got to by now feel the shore
Now run at least until the lap ends
And chase the threat back to the core

In case of a diligent land
Sift so softly sore sand

Pop Sonnet #1085

Why wait for the pleasure
When it can be obtained
Sooner for leisure
Into the sustained

Loop of eternal wisdom and truth
The seeker of hopeful ties
Full of the definite ruth
That binds like the filament flies

To chop up the matter to bits
And fill the elemental sound
Whatever it seems to forget
The time you were back around

And made for a bus like there's not another
What more do you think we could do to each other

Pop Sonnet #1086

And after awhile the linger catches hold
Out of the starving feeling of gain
That stops by to pressure what is here sold
And returns on a road trip to Maine

Could there be a fantasy that comes true
Unless the day is designed to make clutch
Of a thought of a day without any new
Feelings that it could be dropped off as such

That is my only next to visual defense
Maybe it works out anyway in the end
And now be prepared ladies and gents
For the microcosm of a simple blend

That causes the sparkle to switch back lanes
And gets together for each of the gains

Pop Sonnet #1087

Wreck a disaster truck was unloaded
By an angry person of night
And after all you find out that the show did
Not see the things of third sight

When senses become heightened to levels
Even an incomprehensible question
Could be given back to the hill bells
That could be counted as his situation

Without working completely
But not quite a fail
Blowing kisses so sweetly
And invite us to jail

Where we can get passed the guards with a small token
And make sure the sleeper is never awoken

Pop Sonnet #1088

Getting so close it is easy to see
And blending so friends came to be
Underwriting all of those old melodies
And loving the world for simple appease

And comes to a head in the end of the day
When all of the chemicals have made their own way
Whatever you could have figured out to say
Makes for a certain figure will stray

Around the old garden when you get back
For illusory qualities in the old fact
Magic potion spell book a quandary in black
Made it all look like a matter of tact

Vision gets blurry when glasses come off
And I remember smoking made me cough

Pop Sonnet #1089

Finding a design that is a better picture quest
Going to simply go after the best
Finding out way over the nice chest
That bad things did happen for nest

Is new to the deleted bad memory sin
At least it is not a real manifest in
Told you all not to go where I've been
And at least someone could handle again

The fact of the last thought of the tide
Take back the bridle to go for a ride
And there are still a few places to hide
Make sure whatever be there to abide

And hunger is a moment that dissipates
After all the bread line is where she waits