Pop Sonnet #1120

Throw for distance in the contest
Run another mile
Once you have slept in your vest
And return for the fast dial

When hesitation stills the quick
Resisting childish thoughts
And regress for the simple flick
About the things are sought

To undermine a lion share
Of the calories in the rest
Wonder if sometimes you care
And leap out of the old nest

In case there is a bit of lingering symmetry
Coughing always able to write down the test of sea

Pop Sonnet #1121

After awhile things go crooked
For the scope in the factory
Whatever other time you looked
And drink a solid stripe to be

A fenced in out of touch
Make the level contemplate
When something is as such
Otherwise time is used to wait

To fill appropriate working more
To tell a sideways for the glance
And properly they score
Across the field of pound romance

A threat cult wild and mild
Offer even works when a child

Pop Sonnet #1122

Making for the blank page
When the day will be so right
That the early word of the cage
Wouldn't be all there in fight

When the pressure is so backward long
From the corner in the spot
Making wonders at the belong
When there's nothing that is hot

Unless it is time to change the bag
That a feel good type of rest
Leaves enormously in lag
Of the thought there is a best

When you get so very up there
It is still time to care

Pop Sonnet #1123

Holding back for mercy gaining
In the quiet time of hints
That there is a time for raining
In the state of wearing splints

That will straighten out the bones
Which are still very soft
And one day to pay of loans
To make that in which I've oft

Thought about the mad debts
That are still on my record state
Nothing could be more set
Than a tiny feel of date

When the day will finally come
No one else will be the sum

Pop Sonnet #1124

And after all when strung out
The feeling is a worth a write
After package in the route
Would have flown by silver night

Of the wrangler in the set up
Tried to win and still would gain
For the mind in the let up
For a farthing to your plain

That receives an epic loss
To a fate that is more here
And the turn for your own boss
Is so old to disappear

And received the delegate in the school
Without wearing the last of the wool

Pop Sonnet #1125

Got to love silent film dragon keep
For the mode to be outdated
Something would have really sleep
Through magma like I'm faded

Cellulose is what is used
To run a simple reel
But there is left out some confused
Whilst I return to steal

And give it up for medicinal pills
That absolutely sedate the brain
Whatever seems is left for real
Inside the quiet lane

That turbo strike a dozen word thoughts
Whatever you are you are not

Pop Sonnet #1126

Sometimes you just have to look as close
To the object of the verse
In case something has never pose
To never get much curse

Unless they hand in and over
Paralytic snake
Looking at this spice of clover
Sympathy is in the shake

Of the worst type of storm
Ever known to persons
But sometimes it  does get warm
Even if the weather worsens

But for now it so good
To be outside as it should

Pop Sonnet #1127

Every moment that you feel
Is a moment lapsed in two
Without taking mass appeal
Finding out what curves on true

The approach to what your feeling
Is an operative emotion scope
With a smile in the stealing
For what little amount of hope

Grows into a new detail
Of a process left to gain
And chasing that old whale
Is left up to you so plain

When repetition bleeds all over the words in your head
Make sure you write enough of words before you wind up dead

Pop Sonnet #1128

Offer to be backward
In a remedy of hits
That drive around the old gird
To be a duct of pits

That fallen into would be very hard
To get back out of
What to do to update a card
Is often very made into love

A strain of feelings
That never seem to subside
Without the empty kneeling
With a way to the old bride

And if you are together quite forever
Makes sense to be with someone clever

Pop Sonnet #1129

After all the compromises
Are a bit to think about
Unless the old surmises
Come and shoe in for the doubt

Of a recourse into thinking
When a while at a use
Could come back with power drinking
God's own flavor in the booze

That barely makes a rise
So gently from a friend
Without the spoken lies
To be somewhere near the end

What timing is so perfect until
And will cost you another reel