Pop Sonnet #1100

The body sleeps behind the quite ache
Technically dreaming a mind in a cloud
What is left up to the take
Clearly reaching for a proud

Day at the paradise hall of marks
That dance into the horizon screen
Wandering to meet the sparks
And fancy a day for the lean

That sparkle justly into night
Spreading like a mass butterfly
Good in any kind of fight
Whether or not the dreamer shy

Undertake the bottom of
The mighty push to meet a shove

Pop Sonnet #1101

Tastes kind of funky
Not sure what the issue is
Normal is full of junky
Bills invited they're his

But I'll down a pot anymore
For the wake and taste
That may be strange or
Average to the waste

So find out what makes
The cup so perfect now
In my look to the sakes
So the words keep the plow

And gone away the silver line
That pinpoint that became so fine

Pop Sonnet #1102

Grab a piece before gone
Learn to fit a straight
Card into the pawn
And love the wait

Proper until time to go
Make a dance for the win
Feel to bend back like a bow
Got to stop the process of sin

But I assure there is a way
To do just what you want
And to please the last of play
To get back in the front

So cleverly you fix the books
And toss back a couple looks

Pop Sonnet #1103

Meal ticket warming
Fallen through the glass
Got to be storming
When you unbridle the ass

Permanent scars on my brain
For reasons I can explain
Thought of an episode drain
And at least saw the rain

Falling into a pool of spheres
Instigate the written down
Words of feeling in the years
That empty to be back in town

The feeling like there is no one there
Just replace the empty atare

Pop Sonnet #1104

Either something is not right
With the flavor of the coffee
Or something puts up a fight
The bitterness of the plea

To find the problem is it the cup
Or washing demonstrates
That the dog was just a pup
In the dream of why it waits

And simply take the feeling grip
A cinch of eternal bliss
That comes to trickle off the lip
And into a proud kiss

That fancies a decent burial plot
Don't forget what you forgot

Pop Sonnet #1105

At least the brain wave centered in
The feeling when I'm down
Sometimes I feel it is rent or win
The baggage like a clown

That made a thought reappear
When it was needed to
Maybe that is why my fear
Came to be anew

Type of work that is described
As a wage for blisters
Had you gone and make the bribed
Come back and take your sisters

Wise to bide your time a bit
Wiser when she had a fit

Pop Sonnet #1106

Finally tasting a bit more normal
Probably too strong to begin
Maybe you can salvage formal
The way back into the win

That makes for a turn of events
Which changes the way the game
Is played it only makes sense
And hide behind your door of shame

And finally felt what night has done
An epic to be mailed to the man
And he will see how meter's fun
Sticking to a cautious plan

Of celebrating written things
What more could the Summer bring

Pop Sonnet #1107

Drop a dropper into the sink
Make the memorize account for
That quite a heavy drink
Out the window in the door

And if you start feeling better
Over time it will go away
Just somehow find my seater
And we'll know what to say

Dragging in the heart of boxes
That shattered into plains of speech
And shot a hole in one of the foxes
Don't know how far to reach

But I do know that it is so far
Got to drive there with a car

Pop Sonnet #1108

Feel it someone invite in
To be more of a skilled
Feeling that there's someone fin
The market to be over billed

The sonic burst of tyrant spring
Forced back into the ship
Whatever you would like to bring
Falling into the clip

And burst of echoes in the field
With window labor into a mix
When do you think it will be yield
Of a thousand in the fix

To state a claim is also stake
The courage is not a mistake

Pop Sonnet #1109

Wonder where to plug in
The computer will be well protected
But I see that throwing when
Will get us all elected

To a higher form of court
That can slurp into a shine
And we'll unbury our old fort
With a shatter in the vine

That voice that brings all day back
Into the fog of day
The day aloud to be in rack
Of when the term is clay

To forage through a trail of trees
Cut down for paper to their knees